The Panties In The Family
by Roger Wolfe
(LLP-638)


CHAPTER ONE 

Naked, Susan Wright lay under the thin sheet and blanket of her luxurious 
double bed. Filtering through the closed door of the bedroom, she could hear 
the strains of her husband's guitar. She closed her eyes and tried to blot 
out the sounds. The incredible disharmony of the "music" Phillip (never 
"Phil") was trying to write was totally beyond the young auburn's 
understanding. Try as she might, she could not seem to see where Phillip's 
thoughts seemed to be leading. His music was so avant-garde, that she 
wondered if anyone could understand it. 

With her eyes closed, she was at least moderately successful in blocking out 
the sounds. Generally, she didn't mind hearing her husband of two years 
playing until all hours of the night, but today had been an exceptionally 
hard day for her at work, and all day she had been looking forward to coming 
home and spending a quiet evening with her husband. 

She should have known better, she thought to herself. She could barely 
remember when she and her husband had gone to bed at the same time. For the 
last couple of weeks, she would tell him that she was tired and ready to go 
to sleep. He would mumble something about how he just wanted to finish what 
he was doing, and that he would join her later. 

He always lived up to his word, though it hardly made any difference, as far 
as the pretty little twenty five old wife was concerned. She would drift off 
to sleep waiting for him, only to wake up the next morning and finding him 
sleeping beside her ... more often than not still fully clothed. She would 
have to get up and go to work, leaving him still sleeping when she left. 

She didn't mind supporting him, really. As long as he was free to do what he 
wanted, which was to try and revive some sort of musical form that had 
passed out of style hundreds of years ago, she was perfectly happy to take 
the financial control of their little family in her hands. There were things 
she wanted to do. ... places she wanted to go ... but she was content to 
wait until her husband had finally broken into the highly competitive world 
of classical music. In the last two years, since Phillip had chosen his 
field, there had been little more than disappointment after disappointment 
in that respect, though both Susan and Phillip were confident that something 
would break soon. 

Something had to. Susan knew that she and her husband could not go on living 
the way they were. Phillip seemed to know so many things, having been to 
college and all, while Susan had been forced to go to work right after high 
school to support herself, and then her husband. They were drifting apart 
during a time when Susan felt the romance of their marriage should still be 
making itself felt. 

She shifted her position and felt the soft sheets of her bed brush against 
her petite nakedness, bringing her breast nipples to a hardness she had not 
known for the last few weeks. Even as she listened to her husband's playing, 
she remembered a time when he would run his gentle hands over the firm 
softness of her luscious breasts, teasingly rotating his forefingers around 
and around her swelling mounds until she thought her nipples would burst 
from the erotic pleasure his touch brought her. 

As she allowed her mind to drift to happier times in bed, she found that her 
hands were slowly traveling down her flawless body, from her neck to the 
cream-white valley of her apple-shaped breasts. A tear came to her closed 
eyes as she swelled on the frustration she had been feeling for the last 
weeks. Generally, she would mentally raise herself to a state' of arousal, 
but would always drift off to a fitful sleep waiting for Phillip to come to 
her and quell the fires raging in her belly and cunt. 

Damn him, she thought as she fought back the tears. The very least he could 
do was remember that marriage was a two-way street ... that as a husband, it 
was his duty, if not pleasure, to see to it that she was satisfied sexually. 
Sleeping alone, as she was, was the worst thing she could think of. Sex was 
something she had come to love during the first few weeks of her marriage. 
At that time, Phillip would bring her to climax after climax, his massive 
cock filling her ever ready cunt to the brim. In the darkness of her bedroom 
now, she could remember when he would erupt his scalding semen into her 
hungering little belly. She could, even now, feel the seething liquid lust 
pumping through her vaginal sluce, racing unchecked to her belly and 
spilling out between her passion-flushed pussy lips. 

And she could remember herself cumming as well, cumming with a force that 
would sweep through her like a wild fire, obliterating all thought and 
reason. She could remember gyrating her hips and buttocks up hard against 
Phillip's pelvis, trying with all her inbred strength to swallow his cock 
deep into her body. 

He would fuck her from every position he could think of in those days, and 
often several different ways in the same night. First he would be on top, 
his penis slipping into her passion-soaked cunt like a well-oiled piston. 
Then they would roll over, and she would straddle his body, sitting on his 
penis and allowing it to penetrate her trembling vagina all the way to her 
sensitive cervix. Then he would fuck her from behind, his never-empty balls 
slapping with a sensual force against her up-lifted buttocks, while his 
hands traveled over her body to cup and knead her enticely hanging breasts. 
He would pinch and squeeze her nipples as he fucked deeply into her like 
that, bringing screams and mewls of total pleasure spilling from her throat, 
even as her cum would flow freely from between her widely-splayed thighs and 
legs. 

Now... 

Now, things seemed to be different. What had once been an every-night 
pleasure trip had slowly but surely become something that happened every 
other night ... then every third night ... then occasionally during the 
week. Phillip's work on the guitar, and sometimes the piano as well, took 
her place. She would wait in her bed for him while he worked during the 
night. When he did come to bed while she was still awake, he would tell her 
that he was too tired to do anything but sleep, leaving her frustrated and 
alone. 

Her hands were now lightly touching her ripe breasts, the tips of her 
fingers opening and closing on her nipples, which she had made as hard as 
little marble chips on her breasts. She could count on one hand the number 
of times Phillip had actually brought her to orgasm during the last month, 
and he had done it those few times out of a sense of duty, rather than any 
love or warmth ... something he hoped would keep her satisfied for a while, 
while he re-entered the little world he had made for himself. 

She turned again in her bed, coming to rest on her back, her full, lovely 
breasts creating twin mounds underneath the blankets of her bedding. She 
opened her eyes and looked down at her covered body, smiling, in spite of 
herself, at the sight of her up-thrusting breasts looking as though they 
were trying to force themselves out from under the covers. In this new 
position, the sheets rested harder on her nipples, and even her breathing 
was enough to cause the coverings to rub along her nipples, bringing them to 
an even greater hardness, and causing sweeping erotic sensations to ripple 
through her. 

Already, the smoldering fires of her empty vagina were growing more and more 
demanding. She pictured in her mind the nakedness of her husband, seeing him 
with her mind's eye the way he used to come to her, his thick, hard cock 
jutting from his loins and looking like a spear, which she wanted to feel 
deep in her body, trying to rip her open from her cunt to her neck, making 
her entire body one huge vagina for him. She could remember the first time 
she had seen his huge erection ... how frightened she had been of it on 
their wedding night. She had not been a virgin when she married him, but she 
had not been all that experienced either. None of the men she had slept with 
before she met Phillip had penises that were as large as his and she 
wondered on that night two years ago, if she would be able to accommodate 
his massiveness. 

Phillip had taught her many things in those happier days, one in particular 
being the pleasure that could be derived from sucking on his penis until he 
squirted his sperm ... his wonderful, hot sperm ... into her mouth and 
throat, filling her in a way she would never have dreamed of. 

God! The jaw-splitting size of his cock had been beautiful. His penis was 
beautiful. His semen was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful, and 
she wanted him. She wanted him this night ... right now! 

She couldn't have him. Once, not so long ago, she had laid in bed like this, 
raising herself to a mental fever pitch, and had gone to him in his study, 
trying to tease him enough so that he would forget about his music and 
satisfy her. 

That had been a mistake. Rather than give her any semblance of 
understanding, he had snapped at her, shouting at her that when he was 
working, he did not want to be disturbed for any reason short of life or 
death. 

WELL, IF SEX WAS NOT A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH, WHAT WAS? 

Once again, her mind drifted to that night when she had mouthed Phillip's 
cock, taking it so deeply into her throat that she wondered how it had been 
possible for her to breath. She felt a surge of electric excitement dart 
thrillingly between her thighs as her thoughts focused on that time. She 
would never forget how his eyes had played over her naked, well-rounded body 
as he lay on his back, his cock looking for all the world like a Hag pole 
surrounded at its base with a thick blonde mat of pubic hair. She could 
remember now the tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over her sensitive 
nerve-ends. As she had lowered herself between his spread legs, his hands 
had come out and held lovingly the sides of her face, inching her mouth 
closer and closer to the throbbing shaft of his meaty cock. Her eyes zeroed 
in on his massiveness, and even before her lips had first brushed against 
the bulbous, rubbery head of his penis, she could feel a copious flow of 
passion-lubrication spilling from her vagina. 

And then the contact ... to taste and swipe at the cum that was emitted from 
the slit at the head of his shaft. 

"God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Susan said out loud, as 
though she were using the sound of her voice as come sort of therapy. While 
her fingertips danced lightly on her nipples with more and more 
deliberation, she found that it was impossible for her to shake the memory 
of that night from her mind. 

And she knew that she would never be able to sleep until she had the release 
she had been denied for far too long. The sound of her husband's renewed 
efforts on his guitar told her that she would once again be sleeping alone, 
and that meant only one thing. It meant she would be settling for something 
less that what she wanted, she would have to resort to masturbation. 

Another tear washed down over her high, smooth cheek as she tried to make 
herself believe that this was just one small part of her marriage ... that 
in just a short while, her husband would do those things a husband should 
do. 

But she could not make herself believe it. Sex was not a small part of 
marriage. It was a very large part ... the most important of all. There was 
no reason in the world why she should have to resort to satisfying herself 
with her husband less then twenty feet away in another room. Her tears of 
bitterness served to remind her that she was the stronger one of this 
marriage ... that she was doing everything to make it work, while her 
husband, who was becoming more and more a stranger to her, reaped the 
benefits. 

She gritted he teeth tightly as she felt the familiar feeling of passion 
ripple slowly, than faster and faster through the tips of her nerves. Now 
that she had made her decision to bring about her own release, she began to 
look forward to the pleasure she had been denied ... such as her own fingers 
could bring her. 

She no longer resisted the overpowering urge to touch herself. Rather, she 
decided that she would simply let her hands and body respond naturally. 

In the darkness of the bedroom, she found that it was very easy to create a 
fantasy that would help her orgasm with the force she knew she needed. Her 
vivid imagination, all too often stifled when she was with her husband, now 
found a freedom and crystal clearness that she never have believed possible. 
She pictured Phillip's body, naked, standing at the edge of the bed, his 
long, thick penis jutting out in anticipation of the fuck he was going to 
give her. Now, she moved her hands up to her swelling breasts with 
deliberation and began to massage them as they shock. With a low chuckle, 
she kicked her blankets away from her, revealing her nakedness to the 
darkness. She didn't give a good God damn if Phillip came into the room and 
saw her like this. Maybe if he did, he would realize that he was neglecting 
her, and would once again be the husband she wanted and needed. 

The sight of her nakedness aroused her all the more, and she closed her eyes 
again, allowing her mind to do all the work. She could see herself as a 
lovely young woman, ripe and eager for her husband's penis, and her fingers 
moved with more and more control over her breasts, trapping her nipples 
between them and pulling them until it felt as though she would pull them 
loose from the quivering mounds. 

Then she groaned and turned over onto her palpitating belly, in such a way 
that her clitoris pressed tightly against the sheeted edge of the bed. 

For a moment she hesitated, thinking that to merely finger herself as she 
lay on her back, but she put that thought out of her mind. She wanted as 
much of a release as she could get, and there was no reason in the world 
why, if she wanted to be wanton and totally sensual with herself, she 
shouldn't be. God knew she had few pleasures as it was. 

She pressed her loins hard against the edge of the bed, hoping that this 
would be enough to extinguish the fires she had kindled there. But it was 
not enough, and she found that she was pressing down harder and harder, 
burrowing with all her breasts, and groped between the bed and her stomach 
to fondle the moist throbbing curls of her russet pubic hair. She opened her 
legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor and the other scissored open 
and on the double mattress. She now pulsing hotly against the tips of her 
fingers which drew the thin narrow furrow farther apart, exposing the lips 
of her throbbing cunt to the cool dark air of her bedroom. With a low moan, 
she sank one of her middle fingers deep up into the viscous wet, softly 
fringed mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and held her breath, but it 
was still not enough, and her desire flamed higher. The inferno she had 
brought upon herself was raging more intensely, demanding more and more to 
quench its burning hunger. She had been too long without release, and her 
body was making up for the lost time. She slipped in another finger, moving 
all the way up onto the bed in order to draw her knees up under her body to 
a kneeling position. Her naked buttocks were waving salaciously around 
behind her in the darkness. 

God! Oh, God! If she could only have a cock ... her husband's penis fucking 
up into her cunt from back there now, she yearned, the vision of the times 
Phillip used to make love to her still racing through her lust-fogged mind. 
It was almost as if he were in the room with her now, instead of playing his 
guitar. Sher was with him, down on her knees over his loins, stroking his 
stiff cock with one hand and at the same scratching lightly with her long 
fingernails at the hairy sac of his balls and cupping them with her other 
hand. Her mental image began to take complete control, and she imagined that 
she heard him groan and she could feel him thrusting his hips upward 
involuntarily as the warm wetness of her parted lips deliberately over the 
throbbing head of his delicious penis. She could feel him reaching to her 
and tangling his hands roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her 
sucking motions. Lifting his head a few inches from the pillow he watched 
his penis filling her mouth and spreading it until her lips were thin, a 
soft lip stick painted oval circling him. She remembered that he had been 
all the more excited by the sight of his thickness buried all the way wetly 
up between he eagerly sucking lips. 

The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Susan to ever rising heights 
of passion and she slithered her fingers in and out up into the moistness of 
her cunt in time to the picture in her mind. She remembered bobbing up and 
down like a primitive savage on Phillip's virile young cock. She rocked back 
and forth on her knees against her fingers, bucking them deeper inside her. 
It served to drive her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand from 
beneath her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet crevice. 
Finally she inserted a linger deep into the tiny puckered anal opening 
between her naked ivory ass cheeks, something that Phillip used to do to her 
in his more passionate moments. She gasped as in her haste she accidentally 
nipped a fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a sudden jolt 
of pain through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a moment, 
shivering as the slight stinging sensation subsided, and once again started 
the wonderful finger fucking of her ass-hole and cunt. Her full, 
apple-shaped breasts swung to and fro as she moved. The lust-hardened little 
nipples were brushing sensuously down against the bedding of the mattress as 
they danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful flashes of electric 
sensation raced through every atom of her being as she finger-fucked herself 
and continued to picture that night. Her mind was working with such 
incredible efficiency that she could actually feel a cock in her mouth, 
pulsating and throbbing as she worked her tongue around and around the base 
of the searing mushroom-shaped head. 

The picture in her mind took more and more control, becoming more exciting, 
and she imagined herself sucking harder, actually trying to swallow the 
hardened penis until almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty 
thrust he made. Then only an inch or so at the base of his penis showed 
white and gleaming outside her moist lips. She was flicking her hot tongue 
over it, giving the head a nerve tingling lick on the down stroke and making 
it throb and jerk all the more as though a live twitching heart were beating 
inside. She could envision the sight of her own lips being pulled out almost 
to the breaking point as she clung tightly to the hard flesh of his cock and 
sucked like a starving woman. 

In her imagination she could hear the very words Phillip had used on that 
night so long ago, his deep virile voice telling her what to do: 

"Suck it, Susan ... suck it ... suck my cock," he growled, dropping his head 
heavily on the pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until 
her lips were pressed fully into the blonde hair at the base of his cock. 

"Suck harder!" her husband commanded. He grunted as she slaved over him, 
delighting in the sensations searing through her at this new and exciting 
thing. Her entire body was beginning to gleam from the sheen of female sweat 
forming all over her skin. God ... she loved it! It was just as it had been 
that night so long ago ... so much so that she believed that he was with her 
in the room. 

She knew that the pressure was building in his huge hairy balls. She knew it 
would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot 
lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon, one that 
would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Phillip shoved his 
loins up hard against her face. He heard her delightful moan and continued 
with his quest for the wonderful end of his pain and pleasure mixed ... the 
pressure that was building higher and higher towards the breaking point. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Suck it, Susan ... suck ... suck ... keep sucking!" she 
heard her husband gasp as he wound his hands tighter and tighter in her 
shoulder-length brown hair. She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were 
bared back over his white teeth as though he were being tortured in the rack 
by sexual fiends. She felt his jerking cock set up a series of wild staccato 
throbbing that flooded her mouth with gush after gush of sperm, bloating her 
cheeks outward with each great creamy spurt until Susan was forced to 
swallow to keep from choking as she mewled and crooned over his hotly 
writhing loins. 

"Don' stop ... don't stop!" Phillip moaned incoherently as he convulsively 
rammed his spurting cock farther and farther down Susan's hungrily 
constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it. She had to have every last drop ... 
every drop of his precious liquid sperm. She kept on sucking crazily as he 
continued to shoot the full loan deep, deep into her. Then, with one last be 
shaking groan, he emptied the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but 
she went on nibbling at the spent cock. Gently, she pulled and sucked until 
she was certain that there was nothing left. 

"Oh, Phillip ... please ... I want more cock!" Susan half-shouted in her 
bedroom, waving her buttocks more wildly than ever as she plunged her 
fingers on both hands into her own lust-drenched pussy and anus. She finger 
fucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet, dually pistoning fingers 
inside her all the way to the palms of her hands. 

Her lovely, beautiful young face was twisted with passion and her cheeks 
flushed with a crimson color as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost 
paralyzing current in her belly. She clung hard to the remnants of her 
sanity, on the brink of release, her whole body vibrating. Then the hot 
female juices gushed out .around her frantically fucking fingers, covering 
her hands and running down the inside of her quivering thighs to the bend in 
her knees, pooling there hotly as though waiting for more. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" she gasped, her voice pitching out 
and reverberating from wall to wall of the bedroom. It came from signaling 
the intense bliss she was feeling. 

Suddenly, Susan snapped back to reality, realizing with a startling force 
that it had all been a fantasy and nothing more. She had not been with her 
husband. She had simply let her need for him shape his face in her mind. 

As though to reinforce this thought, she could hear, once again, the strains 
of his music filtering through the closed door to the bedroom, sounding 
exactly the same as it had when she had created her dream-like state. 

He was so wrapped up in his work and his little world that even her screams 
of passion had not been able to break through to him. If they had, he might 
have come in and found her naked and fingering herself. 

It was as though he really didn't care one damn bit what happened to her, as 
long as she continued to bring in her one hundred and eighty dollars a week 
home with her every Friday. 

She rolled over on her back and heaved a sigh into the darkness of her 
bedroom. At least now she would be able to sleep, despite the disharmony of 
Phillip's playing. As she drifted off, still panting from her orgasm, she 
wondered if he would ever come back to her. She loved him. She had tried 
everything she knew to show him that. It certainly couldn't be her fault 
that he wasn't fucking her ... being with her ... talking to her. If he were 
with another woman, at least she would be able to say something. She would 
confront the enemy face to face and fight for Phillip. 

But he was in love with something abstract ... something made of wood and 
strings. He preferred to fondle and play over that stupid guitar rather than 
run his fingers lightly, lovingly over the soft curves of her body. 

Blissfully, sleep came to her just before she could feel herself breaking 
out into tears over her frustration. 

* * * 

Allen looked at Susan over the top of his drink, his face filled with the 
concern he felt for her. It had been a long time since he had seen his 
half-sister, nearly five months. When they had been children, they were as 
close as any normal brother and sister. Allan was three years old when his 
father had died in a tragic construction accident, and when his mother had 
re-married recently, he and his new father were only mildly interested in 
each other. Susan had been born nine months to the day after the marriage, 
when 

Allan was five, and immediately, Allan took it upon himself to see to it 
that Susan was taken care of. During those times, it was hard for either of 
them to think of the other as a sibling. They were more like best friends, 
and the fact that they were only half-related by blood never entered into 
their relationship. 

Allan, since he was older, matured sooner than Susan, and he followed in his 
natural father's foot steps by getting a job in construction. With the 
building boom occurring in San Francisco, that city was very good to him, 
and while he ran away from home when he was nineteen, running away for him 
meant finding a place less then five miles from his parents, and still in 
the city of his birth. 

Susan had stayed behind, working at odd jobs and finishing high school while 
she searched through her life for what she wanted to do. When her parents 
felt she was old enough, they told her that they had had enough of the city 
and were moving out. Susan would have to fend for herself, since they were 
not taking her with them. 

While Susan and Allen had thought that was a little selfish of them, the 
children knew that Susan would be able to survive on her own. Allen said 
that he would help her if she wanted it, since he was making pretty good 
money in the construction business as a job foreman. 

Susan thanked him, but decided that she would make it on her own. Allen kept 
a brotherly eye on her, while at the same time keeping his distance to make 
sure that she could never accuse him of interfering with her life. 

The result was that they had become closer than ever. When Susan had first 
introduced Phillip to Allen, the older, raven-haired brother had kept his 
opinion to himself, though if Susan had asked him what he thought of her 
new-found love, he would have said that Phillip was little more than a 
shit-head, who didn't have the brains to tie his own shoes, let alone make 
Susan happy. Allen had seen Phillip's type before ... all talk and big 
words, but when the time came for living up to what they preached, they 
preferred to let someone else do all the work. He couldn't see what Susan 
saw in Phillip, but he kept his peace, knowing that Susan would find out for 
herself just what a leach Philip was. 

When Susan had called him up at her place of employment, a large banking 
institution where she was head secretary. Allen could tell from the sound of 
her voice that something was wrong. He agreed to her suggestion that they 
have lunch together, as much because of the pleading in her voice as the 
fact that he simply hadn't seen her in a long time. 

She had told him many things as he continued to order drinks to get her to 
relax. She was so tight when she started talking that even before she said 
anything, Allen wanted to go to her apartment and beat Phillip's head to the 
floor. 

For her part, Susan felt more and more relaxed as she poured her heart out 
to her brother ... her half brother ... her best friend. She told him as 
much as she dared ... told him of the frustration she felt, of being cut off 
from Phillip's world, of how he would sometimes offer about as much support 
and conversation as a brick wall. 

By the time she had her third drink, a very potent gin and tonic, she almost 
went into graphic detail about what she had done to herself the night 
before, but she decided that there were some things that even a brother 
shouldn't hear about from his sister. She lost all track of time as she and 
Allen talked. Allen was such a wonderful person, even if his life style was 
a little wild and care-free for her tastes. He was always ready to listen, 
and if she ever needed anything, she knew that he would bend over backwards 
to give it to her. 

"Well, Sis," Allen said when it looked as though Susan was finished telling 
him what she wanted him to know, "I'm not going to say that I told you so, 
because I didn't. But I will say that this Phillip character came off like a 
creep from the word go. That bullshit music he says he's writing is just 
that ... bullshit!" 

"Oooo, that's not true," Susan said, coming to her husband's defense 
automatically. "Phillip has a great deal of talent. All he needs is a break 
... something that will let him have the freedom he needs to show the 
world...." 

"Come off it, Sue," Allen broke in. "Phillip is never going to amount to 
anything as long as he knows that you have a nice job and he can have all 
the money he needs to eat and keep the rain off his head. He's an ass-hole." 

Susan lowered her head. She did not like hearing these things coming from 
her brother. Allen had never done very well in school, and he generally 
looked down on people he called "intellectual masturbators." 

But she could see some truth in what Allen was telling her. Many times, 
while she had been at work typing her fingers to the bone, she wondered what 
it would be like to be able to use her money for her own wants, instead of 
having Phillip spend most of it on expensive guitars that sounded no 
different than cheaper ones. For two full years, Phillip had been saying 
that he was getting closer and closer to that big moment when he would 
finally spring his musical talents on the world, but he didn't seem any 
closer now than he had when Susan first married him. If anything, he was 
further away. 

Half-brother and sister looked at each other after Allen had interrupted 
her. Allen was the first to break. 

"Tin sorry," he said, lowering his head and taking a long pull of his 
Scotch. "I guess I shouldn't have said something like that. You conic to me 
for help, and all I do is tell you that you've got an egg-head for a husband 
who thinks that a cock is something he pisses with." 

Susan had grown accustomed to Allen's crude thoughts, and she took no 
offense at his words. 

"What do you want me to do for you?" he asked. "I can give you money, if you 
need it, though I'm sure Phillip will just piss it away." 

"No ... money is not something we need at the moment," Susan said, realizing 
that her brother was trying to do everything in his power to make her happy. 
"It's just that, I feel as though I'm at my wit's end. I really don't know 
what "to do. My husband will just about talk to me, let alone ... let alone 
other things." 

"Other things like make you happy in bed, right?" 

Susan lowered her face and nodded imperceptibly. While she was not afraid of 
sex, she did not like talking about it. Not even with Allen. 

"I just need some fresh ideas ... someone to tell me that there is another 
direction ... something else I might not have thought of." 

Allen nodded, seeing for the first time in a long time that his half-sister 
was a very lonely woman. A good looking woman like her should be out making 
a lot of men happy, and herself as well, instead of being stuck with a creep 
like Phillip. Her tight-fitting blouse and skirt must be driving the men in 
her office up a wall. Even as he sat and looked at her, it was all he could 
do to keep from reaching out and touching her breasts lightly. Damn, she was 
a fine looking woman! Phillip would have to be blind as well as dumb to let 
a piece like this one go. He would have to be worse than that. He was going 
out of his way to avoid her. Allen chuckled to himself as he thought that he 
must have underestimated Phillip's bullshit factor. 

"All right," he said, shaking his head to bring himself out of the trance he 
had placed himself in. "Doesn't your boss ... what's his name ... R.P. 
Merril, have some connections with the San Francisco music establishment or 
something? Didn't you tell me once that he and that bank of his were heavy 
contributes to the symphony orchestra?" 

"Oooo ... I could never think of asking Mr. Merril for help," Susan said, 
her eyes widening with a strange fear Allen found a little unwarranted. 

"Well, you wanted me to tell you something you might not have thought of, 
and I did. Maybe this Merril dude could pull a few strings or something ... 
get Phil a concert or some such bullshit. Hell, Sis, I would even go to it." 

In spite of herself, Susan chuckled. Somehow, she could not picture her 
half-brother dressed up for a formal concert. He was more oriented to 
rock-gatherings, where people dressed in faded jeans and torn work shirts. 

Still, there was something she had not told Allen. Merril, her boss at the 
bank, had been trying to go out with her and she was certain that he had 
more on his mind than a simple dinner and a few drinks. She had long since 
lost count of the number of times he had pressed his buttocks up against 
hers, trying to come on to her. even though he knew she was a married woman 
who did not believe in straying from her husband. Maybe that was the general 
trend of things these days, but as liberated as Susan was, she believed that 
marriage was for life, or at least until the parties were divorced. 

"Maybe you're right," Susan said, deciding that she had better get back to 
her office. It was getting a little late, and while she was the head 
secretary, and as such had certain privileges, she did not like to take 
advantage of them. "I'll talk to Mr. Merril this afternoon after work. Maybe 
he can do something." 

Allen smiled as she left the small sidewalk cafe, weaving through the throng 
of people as her drinking finally caught up with her. 

Even though he loved his sister, Allen was certain that she was throwing 
away her whole life with the ass-hole she had married. Allen liked the way 
he did things. He was just about his own boss. The union had seen to things 
like that. He could take as much time as he wanted for lunch. And he didn't 
have to worry about seeing to it that someone else was taken care of. At the 
moment, he was living with a nice little blonde, Ester Williams. She'd been 
staying with him for nearly a week now, and he could tell that already they 
were beginning to get on each other's nerves. In a few short days, they 
would look at each other, say that it wasn't working any more, and she would 
leave. That was how Allen liked his women ... free and easy. Ester was a 
good lay, and he would miss her, but not for long. If there was anything he 
had learned about San Francisco, it was that he could find a replacement in 
a matter of hours. Of course, for something like that, he would have-to know 
where to look, and he had made it his business to know. He could think of 
several women who were just waiting for Ester to leave so one of them could 
take her place. 

Susan should be living like that. She certainly wasn't happy the way she 
was. What she really needed, Allen decided as he signaled for the check, was 
a good screwing ... a really good lay. A cock that would let her know that 
there was more to life than being tied down to a man who played a guitar and 
little else. Allen tried to imagine Phillip naked with an erection, and 
found that it was impossible. The image would just not form in his mind. 
Anyone else he knew, yes. But Phillip probably didn't even have a cock. He 
couldn't have, if he was letting a nice woman like Susan sleep alone. No 
normal man could allow something like that. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The afternoon went slowly for Susan. All the drinking she had done, and on 
an empty stomach, she remembered, made her fingers numb. Typing was next to 
impossible, and she made mistake after mistake. 

Fortunately, she had been with the company long enough, and was such a good 
worker, that this one day of slipping went unnoticed. And after a reasonably 
short while, the effects of her drinking diminished enough so that she could 
make a pretty good show. 

As the time for closing came closer and closer, she could feel her heart 
pounding in her chest. She almost dreaded having to ask Mr. Merril for a 
favor. Up to this point, she had been able to remain aloof and professional. 
She did her job very well, and as long as she did it, R. Merril had no hold 
over her. Asking him for a favor would put her in a spot she would not like 
to be in. But she would do it for Phillip. No matter what Allen thought of 
him, Susan loved him, and she was willing to do anything she could to see 
that he was happy. Who knows? If Phillip did get a concert showing and it 
did turn out well, then maybe he would see that he had been neglecting his 
wife. 

Finally, the last of the secretaries left, waving goodbye to Susan, who 
forced a smile and told her that she would see her in the morning. 

The young wife finished up the letter she was typing, glancing every once in 
a while at the office phone on her desk. One of the lights was lit, which 
meant that Merril was talking with someone in his "office. When the light 
went off, Susan would go into the office. Generally, she never stayed this 
late, since after a certain point, there was no more typing assigned. She 
found that she had to really look for something to do while she waited, her 
mouth was going dry. 

At last, the light went off, and Susan pushed herself away from her desk, 
her heart pounding in her chest so loudly that she was certain the 
vibrations would bring the building down. 

As she knocked on Merril's door, she felt her apprehension slowly fade from 
her for some reason. There was really no certainty that her boss would do 
something to her that she didn't want him to do. And even though he drove 
his secretaries hard with work, it was that very thing that had made the 
bank one of the largest in the city. And Merril wasn't really all that bad. 
True, he had made advances at all the girls, but something like that was to 
be expected. 

"Come in," she heard the voice of her boss call from the opposite side of 
the door. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Susan opened the door and 
entered Merril's office in one fluid motion, committing herself before she 
had a chance to change her mind. 

"Mr. Merril," Susan said, assuming a professional tone to start with, "I 
have the Benson account letters here for you to sign." She walked quickly to 
the front of Merril's desk, holding a sheaf of paper for him. 

"Thank you, Susan," Merril said, taking them from her without looking at 
them. Instead, his eyes fixed on hers, and his forehead became furrowed with 
deep thought. 

"Susan," he said, letting the letters fall on the top of his desk and coming 
around to stand in front of her, "something's on your mind, isn't there? 
You've been with us long enough to know that this could have been taken care 
of in the morning. Even if I were to sign them this moment, I wouldn't make 
the last mail pick up." 

Susan turned her head to look at her boss. 

True, she had been with the company long enough to know that. His nearness 
made her heart flutter in her chest, but there was something she hadn't 
counted on. All the times he had made his little advances at her had been 
during regular working hours. And he really didn't treat her any differently 
than he treated the other girls. In a way, it was almost as though he did 
things like that because he was expected to, not because he really wanted 
to. After all, he was married. Susan had seen his wife once, and she was a 
very lovely woman. Certainly he would not want to risk ruining a marriage 
with a woman as nice as Niven for a little fling. 

"Uhhhh ... yes," she said, noting that her boss was looking serious and 
concerned, as though he really did care about her well being. "I waited 
until everyone left because I wanted to talk to you." 

Merril's facial expression did not change. Somehow, this was not turning out 
the way Susan had thought it would. She had been expecting her boss to make 
a pass at her right away. Even though he was standing so close to her, his 
hands were folded across his chest, and he was leaning back against his 
desk, waiting for her to talk. 

But if his outward appearance was casual, inside, Merril was jumping for 
glee. A good administrator keeps his eyes and ears open. No matter what 
people might think, the private lives of employees are very important to the 
company. If something was messing up the private life of his secretaries, 
then their work would suffer, and if their work went sour, the bank lost 
out. Merril had been hearing things about Susan and her husband, things that 
made him wonder how she was able to function at her usually high efficiency 
with all that she must be having on her mind. In the two years Susan had 
been with him, Merril had come to know a great deal about her, and one of 
those things was that, aside from her husband, she had little other 
problems. Therefore, she must want to talk to him about her husband ... what 
was his name ... Phillip. 

"All right, Susan," Merril said, "I'm always willing to help one of our 
finer girls if I can." 

Susan hadn't expected something like this. She assumed that Merril would be 
hovering over her, now that he had her alone in his office with no one else 
around. Instead, she found that he was a warm and understanding person ... 
the way her father would have been ... or should have been, had he been a 
real father, instead of someone who went to work and came home without 
caring what she did with her life. 

"It's about my husband ... Phillip," she said, controlling her voice so that 
Merril would not see how embarrassed she was feeling. 

Merril nodded his head. He almost blurted out that he thought it was 
something like that, but he checked himself. There was no point in playing 
out his hand just yet. Let's see what she has in mind before you decide on a 
plan of action. 

"You know that he's a musician," Susan said, looking behind her and taking a 
seat. "He's been having a pretty rough time of it lately. It seems that no 
one wants to give him a chance. I know he could make it, Mr. Merril. I just 
know it. He's talented, and he works very hard at it, and all...." 

"First of all," Merril said, seeing that Susan was getting a little 
desperate. He wanted to calm her down, so there would be no doubt as to what 
she was telling him, and what she meant by it. "We've known each other long 
enough for you to call me Richard ... at least after hours. So suppose we 
begin there. Now, slow down and tell me what you would like me to do." 

Susan could feel her whole body relax. She had never thought that Merril ... 
Richard, could be so warm and understanding, but he obviously was. In his 
way, he was controlled and secure, as though he knew that no matter what 
happened, he would be able to meet the challenge. His sophisticated image 
made Susan feel as though she could trust him as much as she trusted her 
half brother. Where Allen was a man who pulled no punches in his actions, 
Richard was cool and thoughtful. It would be nice if the two of them could 
somehow be transformed into one man. She had never thought of Richard as a 
potential friend before, preferring never to mix her job and her private 
life. 

And the fact that he hadn't even attempted to take advantage of her was 
something that made her trust him all the more. She could kick herself now 
because of all the time and energy she had wasted trying to avoid him. She 
made a mental note that she would never make a judgment about a person until 
she knew as much about him or her as possible. 

"Phillip is trying to revive an old style of classical guitar," Susan began, 
"and he's trying to fuse it with an avant-garde style of music. I'm afraid 
that's all I know about it. Most of what he tells me goes right over my 
head. I have to confess that I really don't like the music he plays very 
much, but I can tell that he is very good." 

"Hummmmm," grunted Merril thoughtfully. While he didn't say so, he had a 
pretty good idea that Phillip wasn't nearly as good as Susan thought. If he 
were, he would be going out on his own and trying to make his own 
connections instead of having his wife do the leg work. 

"I was wondering if it would be possible for you to see if you could get him 
a concert at the 

Music Hall. You wouldn't even have to pay him, since I know that he's an 
unknown and everything. All he needs is for people to see what he can do. 
I'm sure that once that happens, he'll be getting offers from all over the 
country." 

"Do you really believe that?" Merril asked suddenly, looking directly into 
Susan's eyes. "Do you really believe that your husband is that talented? Or 
are you just doing this because he's your husband, and you think you owe him 
something?" 

Susan shook her head for a moment. She wasn't all that sure what she was 
being asked. 

"I don't understand," she said. "He's my husband. I should do everything I 
can to see to it that he succeeds." 

"That may be," Merril said, "but there comes a time when a wife must sit 
back and allow her husband to do it on his own. Knowing where that line is 
is one of the most difficult things in a marriage. I admire your faith in 
Phillip, and if you're sure that this is all he needs, I'd be happy to see 
what I can do for him." 

At first, Susan couldn't believe what she had heard. It all seemed too easy. 
Everything had fallen into place without a hitch. 

"But first, Susan," Merril continued, "I would like to meet your husband. 
Even if he does not get paid, there is still some expense. And, of course, 
some trouble. I would like to see for myself if Phil has the talent you say 
he has." 

"Phillip," Susan corrected automatically. "He hates being called Phil." 

Again Merril grunted. There was something wrong, he thought, with a person 
who tried to hide behind his name like that. 

"Alright ... Phillip," Merril continued after the interruption, I would like 
to see for myself if Phillip has the talent you seem to think he has. If 
there's anything I hate, It's throwing good money after bad ... even if it 
is primarily the bank's money. Things like that can get me into a lot of 
trouble." 

"Then you'll do something for him?" Susan asked, her appreciation showing in 
her deep brown eyes. When she looked this eager, her whole face took on a 
lovely quality of child-like innocence. Even though Merril did not want to 
play his hand out right away, he could not help but be captivated by the 
sensual beauty which seemed to flow from every pore of Susan's cream-white 
flesh. Even as she awaited his answer, he allowed his eyes to travel down 
her body, resting for a moment on the lovely swell of her breasts as they 
seemed to spill from her tight fitting blouse. And then farther down, when 
her clinging skirt followed every curve and contour of her young, vibrant 
body. Against his will. Merril could feel his cock give a twitch in his 
pants, and for a moment, he tried to visualize what this goddess of beauty 
would look like naked in front of him, her dark cuntal triangle glistening 
with her flowing vaginal fluids as her excitement and need for fulfillment 
made themselves manifest. 

Then he shook his head a little to bring himself out of the trance. He would 
be getting into her tight little pussy soon enough without very much 
trouble. Why bother trying to figure out what she would look like, when he 
would be getting the real thing soon enough? 

"I'll talk some more about it after I've met your husband," he told her, 
delighting in the way he could keep her guessing and therefore slightly 
off-balance. In the world of business, he had learned that he was a much 
better operator when his opponent was off-balance. And there was very little 
difference between business and life! 

* * * 

"I'm sorry I'm late, honey," Susan said as she entered her apartment. "I 
stayed at the office to talk to Mr. Merrill." 

For a moment, she was not all that sure Phillip had even heard her. He never 
said hello when she came home from work, and she had apologized for being 
late rather automatically. 

The sounds of Phillip's playing filled the apartment somewhat loudly, and as 
usual, her husband seemed to be lost in a world all his own, without regard 
to the fact that Susan had just come home, let alone was late. 

"That's all right, Susan," he said finally as he made several notes on his 
music pad. Then he set down his guitar carefully and walked over to her. 

This action was a little strange to Susan. Generally, he would continue with 
his work until she had fixed dinner. His coming to her like this threw her 
off some. 

"I have an idea," Phillip said with a strange grin on his boy-like fair 
face. "Suppose we forget about dinner for a little while. I've been doing a 
little thinking recently, and it dawns on me that I've been forgetting all 
about you. Maybe that's what's the matter with my music. I haven't had a 
good fucking in a long time." 

Susan's mouth dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe what she was 
hearing. It was almost as though her dreams had come true ... and without 
help of Merril after all. She was so shocked that she hardly heard the words 
Phillip used. Her artistic husband had said over and over again that 
profanity was beneath him. 

But she hardly heard the word "fuck". All she knew was that her husband was 
approaching her, and for a moment, she merely stared at him. doing little 
things to herself to make sure that she was not in a dream of some sort. 

What Phillip had said was essentially true. While Susan had been away at 
work and he had been trying to get something together with his music, he had 
done a little thinking. There was no reason why he should be sexually 
frustrated as well as musically frustrated. That was why he had married 
Susan in the first place. He knew that sex was an important part of life in 
general, and he believed that if he had a steady sex life, things would go a 
little easier for him. Working alone in the apartment, he found that, for 
the first time in a long time, his thoughts had drifted away from his work 
and centered on his wife. He remembered how she had looked naked, and these 
visions had given him an erection that wouldn't quit. For a moment during 
the afternoon, he thought that he would just go to bed and masturbate, in 
the hopes that his mind would clear and he could return to work. 

And then he remembered that he had a wife. Jesus, he thought as he stopped 
mid-way, why should I do something like that when the real thing will be 
coming home in a little while? 

The thought that he was once again going to fuck his wife settled him a 
little, and he found that he could return to his work while he waited for 
her to come home. He truthfully hadn't noticed that she was late, since he 
had no real idea what time she came home anyway. His hunger was submerged in 
something stronger. When he thought that he hadn't fucked his wife in nearly 
a month, he wanted to kick himself in the ass. No wonder he couldn't seem to 
get things down with his music. What he needed, he decided, was a good 
cleaning out of his body ... a good orgasm so he could get back to thinking 
about his music. 

For a long moment, Susan and Phillip stared at each other. This was so new 
to her, such a change from the way Phillip had been for the last few months 
that she hardly knew what she should do. In the two years they had been 
married, he had never come to her in the early evening like this. 

"Phillip," she said in a voice that was little more than a whisper. That was 
all. 

"What? Are you tired from your day at work?" he asked in a slightly 
sarcastic voice. "Maybe you want to eat first. I'll tell you something, 
Susan, I want you, and I want you now." 

That was all Susan had to hear. She couldn't believe it, and there was no 
way she could understand it, but she decided that she would take advantage 
of it before she woke up and found that it might be really a dream. 

"Oooohhh ... no. I'm not tired," she said. She really was, but sleep was 
something she could get any time she wanted. She could eat later too. At the 
moment, all she could think about was that she had her husband back. She 
could feel her vagina coming alive as she envisioned Phillip naked. Only 
this time, it was the real thing, and not some fantasy she had to bring to 
her mind as she wrestled with her own emotions and needs. She was going to 
have her husband's penis in her body once again, and she was determined that 
she would give him a screwing that would make him want her more and more. 

Philip inched closer to her, almost as afraid as she was of this departure 
from the norm they had been living for far too long. Susan opened her hand 
and allowed the purse she had been carrying to drop to the floor. Her eyes 
were wide open, as she still felt the shock of all this, as Phillip brought 
his mouth down over hers in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire 
searing through her young, hungry body. 

She went limp, forgetting those things which should have come naturally to 
her. Phillip pulled his mouth away from her, and then kissed her again, this 
time more passionately and suggestively. When his moist rigid tongue began 
thrusting insistently into her warm wet mouth, snaking around her own in an 
irresistibly sensuous motion, Susan groaned deep in her throat and found 
herself responding. She began to lash her tongue back into her husband's 
mouth, at the same time feeling her strength coming back to her. She brought 
her arms up and around his waist, and he did the same to her with his. They 
pulled each other tightly and Susan shivered as she felt his Phillip's 
excited hard cock searing through the cloth of his pants and burning right 
through the several layers of clothing they were wearing, causing her to 
grind her desire-filled pelvis hard up against him. She forgot all about the 
fact that Merril was going to do what he could to help Phillip. She forgot 
everything except one thing ... she had her husband back, and he wanted her. 

Even though he had been thinking about this for a long time, Phillip was not 
all that certain that Susan would respond. But he could tell by her reaction 
that she wanted him' as much as he wanted her. For what seemed like an 
eternity, they stood in the living room of the apartment, their mouths 
locked tightly, their tongues dancing and playing with each other's. 

As he drew Susan's body tightly against his, Phillip could feel the 
passion-swollen melons of his wife's breasts pressing against his chest. He 
could feel her desire-hardened breast nipples trying to burst through the 
blouse she was wearing. They felt like hot hard marbles against his chest, 
even through his shirt. 

He finally managed to pull his mouth away from hers enough for him to say: 
"Suppose we go to the bedroom?" 

Susan was in seventh heaven. She thought she wouldn't be hearing her husband 
say something like that for a long time. Desire for him was so strong that 
she couldn't even question his motives. All she knew was that she would have 
the real thing after having been so long without it. Even as she followed 
Phillip the short distance to the bedroom, she began taking her clothes off. 
She was glad that she had stopped wearing a bra years ago. All she had to do 
was unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt, two things that could be done 
while she moved. She didn't want to waste one precious moment. By the time 
they reached the bedroom, Susan had managed to strip to nothing more than 
her thin nylon bikini panties. 

Demurely closing the door behind them, she turned her near-nakedness to face 
her husband, and he smiled when he noticed that there was a wet stain 
soaking through her panties where the cloth pressed up against her 
passion-lubricated cuntal lips. He would never have dreamed that she would 
become so excited so quickly, but he wasn't going to think of that now. She 
was his wife, and he wanted to fuck her. That was the only thing on his 
mind. Fucking a wife was certainly cheaper than fucking a whore, and he 
could take his time. Later, when he was done, he could return to his music. 
For the moment, all he wanted to do was relieve the ache in his balls that 
had been there all day. 

He pulled his shirt from his body and embraced Susan once again, feeling 
more and more in command of the situation now. Her full roundly resilient 
breasts now pressed softly against his chest, their hot pink nipples like 
points of fire on his naked skin. Phillip could not stifle a groan from the 
heavy lusty sensations crawling in his loins and he slipped his right hand 
up under her arm to caress the warm flesh appreciatively. Between thumb and 
forefinger, he lightly rolled her already distended pink nipples, bringing 
up further moans of long repressed desire from the young brunette's lushly 
upturned mouth. She could feel the heat of his penis straining to break free 
from his pants pressing up against the smooth flat plane of her belly, and 
she moved swiftly, opening his belt and unzipping his pants. When she pulled 
them down as far as she could without breaking the embrace, she shivered as 
she felt, for the first time in far too long, the nakedness of her husband's 
cock against her eager, tingly flesh. 

Phillip chuckled as he pulled away from her just enough for him to complete 
the job of taking his clothes off. Susan could feel her mouth water as she 
watched his long jutting cock bobble with his motions. For all the world, he 
looked like a little boy about to lose his virginity in his eagerness. For 
her part, Susan felt different than she had ever felt before. It had been so 
long since she had had sex with her husband that she herself felt like a 
virgin. 

Even as she stood and watched him desperately, she found that she was 
revolving her trim hips and buttocks in the air, as though she were 
practicing the motions she would be using on him in just a few short 
moments. 

Then Phillip approached her once again and whispered into her ear. "Lie 
down! I'm going to fuck you." 

Susan trembled at the sound of the words. She smiled and bit on her lower 
lip. She thought that she would have never heard those words again. He used 
to say things like that when they were first married, but it had been so 
long since he had used them that their sound was strange and almost foreign 
coming from him. 

But she didn't care about that. Without a moment's hesitation, she backed to 
the bed and lowered her body down on the exact spot where she had fingered 
herself to orgasm the night before. Phillip followed her down and rolled 
over on top of her petite, nearly naked body and reached for her clinching 
and un clinching buttocks with both hands, slipping the brief white panties 
away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as she helped him by 
bending her knees so he could take them off over her ankles. She loved 
having him finish stripping her like this. It made her able to give herself 
to him all the more fully ... more so than if she had completely taken her 
clothes off herself. 

When the handsome young husband pressed his hotly throbbing cock up into the 
narrow valley of his wife's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her 
nakedly exposed pussy reaching up for the desperately probing tip of his 
massiveness. 

There was no doubt that Susan was as eager for him as he was for her, and 
Phillip felt with the thick bulbous tip of his penis for the narrow mouth of 
her cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the mattress with both his 
hands. He could feel his wife's excitement increasing more and more, and 
then finally, like a hot mouth "nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, 
her pussy made its maddening contact with his aching penis. 

Slowly, they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening 
the penetration of his blood-engorged cock. 

Susan was amazed that she could become so ready so quickly. Even as she felt 
the tip of his penis touching the slightly splayed cuntal flanges, she 
thought with the last vestiges of her reason that this was what she wanted. 
She didn't need all the preparation most women did. At the moment, something 
like that would have been a waste of time. She discovered that she was 
always ready for her husband ... that she always wanted his cock in her 
body. In her mind, she was always prepared for him. 

As his penis slipped easily into the wet, warm sheath of her cunt, Susan 
could not hold back the moan of delight she felt wash over her. 

"Ooooooohhhh GOD! Aaaaaa...!" 

She moaned into his open mouth, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the 
hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly awaiting vagina. Her 
husband's swollen cock was much thicker than she remembered, and even though 
it slithered into her without resistance, she still felt as though her 
thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. His pulsating hardness 
raced relentlessly up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls 
clasping around the hardened rod like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel 
every pulsing vein on its underside, and its broad lust-filled tip felt so 
good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with 
tears of sheer physical joy. 

The young wife's husband began a low, rhythmical motion, gradually 
increasing the length of his fucking strokes until his loins were pumping 
like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the 
musician had been pulling up his wife to meet him in quick little jerking 
motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her 
begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding 
motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the 
hilt. 

Susan was caught up in the joy of once again having sex with her husband. 
Although she was still a little surprised by his sudden change in actions, 
she nevertheless allowed the passion she had so long hoped for to sweep over 
her body and mind. Reason was clouded over by the burning need she had for 
him ... clouded and finally destroyed altogether. She could feel herself 
losing all control over her actions and motions. 

Phillip could feel her lose control as well, and he delighted when her moist 
cunt began a gentle massaging motion around the thick sword of his impaling 
flesh. He ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid saddle between his 
wife's thighs as she strained up to meet him, using the mattress as a 
spring-board and arching her back so that she was actually able to lift both 
of them from the bed. Her thighs trembled unceasingly under his body 
grinding into hers, opening and closing around his hips like the useless 
struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually, her moans took up a 
chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a pagan bleating that matched the 
rhythmic pulse of her husband's steady in and out motion up between her 
quivering thighs. 

Phillip felt with amazement his cock expanding and growing up inside her 
soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, 
pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it 
hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and 
faster. Again and again he fucked into the warm moist cavern of her steaming 
softness, his sperm-inflated balls slapping each time against the roundly 
working buttocks below. He had forgotten the pleasures that can be had from 
having his penis surrounded by the eager and yearning vagina of his wife, 
and he made a mental note that he would not let things go for so long again. 

The previously frustrated young wife began to throw all caution to the wind, 
concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her husband 
was once again sparking in her. She trembled each time his body came 
crashing down on top of her, driving his lust-ballooned cock deeply into the 
churning sluce of her pussy. She closed her eyes in her mounting passion, 
and she envisioned her husband as, not a musician, but a powerful, 
animalistic male who was using her to vent his lust, and whom she was using 
for the very same reason. They were no longer man and wife, but two 
sweating, grunting beings whose need for each other superceded everything 
else. 

Phillip raised himself up on his hands now spread on the mattress beside her 
shoulders, his blue eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled 
lust on her face. Although his eyes were open, his vision was blurred by the 
waves of desire washing over him as his self-inflicted repression was cast 
aside in favor of sheer pleasure. 

The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she 
groaned loudly in the bedroom. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds 
escaped from between her lips with each smooth fuck of her husband's 
hard-pistoning cock, her shoulder-length brown hair scattered about the 
pillow as she wildly writhed beneath him. 

Phillip let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Susan's 
soft cream-white neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her 
wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries 
offered up for him to devour, and then he looked down past her tender 
cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below. 

As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed thighs, he could see 
his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping 
crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing in headlong back into the 
up-thrusting mound between her open thighs. The auburn beauty was pushing up 
to meet his fucking thrusts as though she were unable to wait a split second 
for his next plunge into her moist cunt. Each time he fucked to the hilt, 
the young husband held there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations 
as she shuddered violently on his huge impaling shaft of flesh. Her loins 
were jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his balls 
explode at any moment. Again and again the young woman wrenched her pelvis 
downward as the musician began the long withdraw!, her warm pussy moistly 
sucking at his thick throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat. 

Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Phillip reached up 
under Susan's crazily jerking buttocks. As he fucked his swollen penis 
rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, he used his fingers 
to spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip 
of his middle finger for the tiny, unprotected hole of her anus. He 
remembered that she used to beg him to finger her ass-hole while he fucked 
her in her cunt, and he was determined that he would get every ounce of 
pleasure out of this fuck that he could. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny 
puckered nether mouth with his finger tip, sending her loins into new spasms 
of activity from this sudden unexpected contact. 

Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her 
ravenous pussy, Susan pitched crazily under her husband, and he sensed that, 
before long, she would be reaching her climax. Eagerly, she opened and 
closed her trembling thighs around his hips in a fever-pitched unison with 
his relentless spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear 
she, warbled meaningless cries as though she had lost control of her voice, 
now coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had 
been working for ... and waiting for so long. 

Suddenly, the sex-delirious young wife pulled her knees up under his chest 
as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in a 
desperate urging to his merciless cock-strokes, and then she found her voice 
again. 

"Ooooooohhhhh ... fuck it ... fuck it ... FUCK IT HARD!! " she chanted, 
mumbling words she thought she would never be able to use again, spurring 
him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched 
buttocks. Then she moaned and pulled her thighs up higher still, pressing 
her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest. 

"I'm cumming." the young woman exclaimed as though she could hardly believe 
it. "I'm cumming ... cumming ... AAAAAHHHH!!!" 

The whole of her widely stretched pussy was presented up to her husband to 
use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over his shoulders, her toes 
curled into tiny little balls. Susan could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris 
jerking along the top of Phillip's slowly driving cock, as her loins 
squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words 
had once again become incoherent, intelligible syllables whose meaning was 
known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the 
ceiling. 

Phillip marveled as he grinned down at his young wife racing out of control 
into a wild climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched hit buttocks 
tightly together to keep from cumming himself, wanting this to last as long 
as possible for him. Even though he wanted to fuck his wife more often, he 
didn't know when he would be getting the chance, and he wanted to he sure 
that he had something to tide him over ... just in case. 

"I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMMMM-MIIINNNNGGGGG!!!" Susan suddenly cried out in an 
ear-shattering moan that nearly deafened her husband. Her words urged him to 
plunge deeper and deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her 
ass-cheeks clenching and tightening at his tingling cum-swollen balls 
beneath as she locked herself to him with all her strength, shuddering 
against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her passion-soaked pussy 
flooding warm orgasmic fluids around his deeply buried hardness for what 
seemed like an eternity. 

Susan held her breath for a long moment and then expelled it as though 
struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the mattress. 
She lay still and unmoving. little palpitations of her well-fucked cunt 
going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing 
around his cock lodged deep up inside her satisfied little belly. 

Phillip was slightly confused. All he had really wanted was a good fucking. 
There hadn't been anything on his mind but the emptying of his sperm into 
his wife's vagina, and here she was. already resting after she had cum. His 
balls were still aching, and he wasn't all that sure as to what he should 
do. Automatically, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her 
tight-clutching vagina, wondering if this would bring her to life again. . 

It did! 

The physically exhausted young woman felt a re-stirring of her too long 
empty vagina. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, she found that 
she was fucking again, driving her loins up against her husband's once more 
as they began fucking together. Susan was moaning out loud as she sensed the 
surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her cunt. She couldn't 
remember a time when she had been so completely filled before; the 
sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild! 

"Oooohhhh ... my ... God...!" she cried out suddenly, the sound of her voice 
filling the room. "I'm cumming again ... again ... Don't stop...I'm 
cumming!! " 

This time Phillip could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly 
expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine-gun spurts beginning 
deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her 
wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his 
lust in the jungle. 

Susan could feel the heated wetness of her husband's sperm flooding her 
vagina ... a heated wetness she had been too long without. She delighted in 
its sensation ... in the sensation of his penis expanding like an 
over-filled blimp and filling her to the brim ... of his body laboring on 
top of hers as he fucked his cock deeply into her, the rubbery tip pressing 
tightly against the ring of her cervix. 

"Ooooo ... aaahhh ... fill me with your cum. I want your cum ... your 
cum..." she chanted as she felt his delicious heated wetness shooting into 
her like liquid fire. Her pussy clasped hotly around its hard-driving 
thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in answer and 
spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal 
passage. 

Phillip gave one last powerful lunge up between her raised legs and held 
himself there to spew out the last precious drop of his semen into the 
sucking mouth of his wife's vagina, holding his exploding loins as tight to 
her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could feel her insides still 
gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, 
anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her 
ass-cheeks downward, Susan squirmed her frantically clutching anus tighter 
around on his lightly resting finger until the palm of his hand was pressed 
flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him. 

Then it was over for her. It had seemed endless, and every moment of it had 
been as beautiful as she had known all along it would be. Her long tapering 
legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the 
mattress beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation. 

Phillip lay still for a moment savoring the pleasure of his now-empty balls. 
They felt so good, now that the ache he had been carrying in them all day 
had been taken care of. As he rested his body on top of his wife's, he began 
to once again gain control of his mind. Even as he lay there in total 
nakedness, with his wife naked beneath him, he could see some of the 
problems with his music. He could see through several stumbling blocks which 
had plagued him for the last couple of days. 

As his wife's body heaved under him. laboring to catch her breath, he could 
see that a good portion of the work he had been doing for the last week or 
so would have to be redone. He would have to start from the beginning on so 
many things ... things which, until this very moment, he thought he had 
licked. 

With a sigh, he picked himself off his wife, gave her a long deep look, and 
then rolled to the edge of the bed, where he sat while he slipped into his 
pants. 

Susan sat up, her breasts forming their hard, firm, apple shape in this 
position, and she eyed her husband's actions with wonderment. 

"Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked, fearing the worst. When he had 
looked at her, she had thought that he would be fucking her again. After 
all, he had gone without sex for as long as she had. It had been her belief 
that 

Phillip had seen the error of his ways with her, and that they would be 
making love ... fucking each other the way they used to ... heedless of time 
and space and everything else except themselves. 

"I have some work that I have to do," he told her, as though she should have 
known better than to ask such a question. 

"You're going to go and ... and work?" she asked, her mouth dropping to the 
mattress with her shock. If his actions when she had come home had surprised 
her, these surprised her even more. 

"Of course, I'm going to do work. What did you think, that I don't have 
anything better to do then spend the whole night in bed with you?" 

Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing, and for a moment, she thought 
that she would put her foot down and demand that he come back and fuck her. 

She decided against it, though. Even though she could still feel a tingling 
in her vagina, still wanted to be held and kissed and fucked by her husband, 
she had finally gotten what she wanted, and though she could have gone on 
like that all night and well into the morning, a little was better than none 
at all. Quickly, she reasoned that if she pressed the issue, Phillip might 
retreat into his world as totally as before. and she would never be able to 
stand that ... not after the way he had just fucked her.' God! He hadn't 
lost one bit of his sexual talent. Even though he hadn't kissed her ... held 
her for the last three weeks or so, he was still the way he used to be. 

And she had to admit that she felt better now than she had during those last 
weeks. Generally, when she was with her husband, she felt as though she was 
in one world, and he was in another. Now, though, while he dressed, Susan 
felt that there was still some hope for them. He hadn't completely cut her 
out of his life. After all, he had been the one to approach her this 
afternoon. That must count for something. 

Then she remembered that she had talked to her boss. If there was ever a 
time to tell her husband something, this was it. Even though he was trying 
to act somewhat detached, she could see the warm after-glow of his body 
their love-making would always bring. Certainly he was in a better mood now 
than he had been for a long time, and she was feeling pretty fine herself. 

"I ... uh ... talked to my boss this afternoon," she began, hoping that she 
would get his attention before he left the room and was lost to her for God 
knows how long. 

"Really?" he said in a cold, bored voice. Susan couldn't believe that he 
could become so distant so quickly. It was almost as if he really hadn't 
fucked her. Just what was the matter with him anyway? she thought to 
herself. Can that stupid guitar of his mean that much more than his wife? 

"Yes, really," she answered in a voice that let him know she was not going 
to stand for anything. "I talked to him about you." 

He had been on his way out of the bedroom to his work area when she stopped 
him with those words. He stood in the door, his shirt open, barefoot, and 
looked down at the floor for a moment. Then he decided he had better try and 
find out a little more. 

"All right, all right, what did you and that wonderful man you work for have 
to say about me?" he asked. He had told her several times that he thought 
Merril was little more than a money-grubbing banker that didn't deserve to 
walk the face of the earth. Most of what Phillip said about him, like 
everything else, was totally beyond Susan's understand, but it had something 
to do with Merril making money off the bad times of the poor. Susan couldn't 
see where Phillip would have gotten an idea like that. If he would come to 
the bank, he would see that Mr. Merril worked just as hard as all the other 
people there. 

"I asked him if he would do something to help you get a concert together or 
something," 

Susan said, feeling the need to come to the defense of both her boss and her 
own actions. It was a feeling she did not like. 

"Oh, really?" Phillip said sarcastically. "You went to him and told him that 
you have a struggling musician for a husband and he agreed to give me a lot 
of money so that I could continue with my work?" 

Susan pursed her lips and fought to hold back the anger she felt rising deep 
within her. Phillip was treating her like a little child, as though she 
didn't have a brain in her head. He wasn't even willing to listen to what 
she had to say, probably believing that she would never be able to talk to a 
man like Mr. Merril. 

"Will you listen to me for once in your life?" she hissed at him. He rolled 
his eyes up to the ceiling and sat down on the edge of the bed. This wasn't 
what he had been expecting at all. All he wanted to do was get to his guitar 
while his ideas were still fresh in his mind. Talking to his wife would only 
make things that much harder to get together again. 

"All right, Susan," he said, looking directly into her eyes. "Tell me what 
you and this boss of yours talked about." 

Susan sighed deeply. 

"I told him that all you needed was to have a lot of people hear you on your 
guitar. I told him that you have a lot of talent, and that you practice very 
hard. I asked him if he would pull a few strings and get you a concert at 
the Music Hall sometime." 

"Uh huh," Phillip said, hardly showing any of the excitement Susan though he 
would. 

"Aren't you happy?" she asked, unable to believe that Phillip was just 
looking at her as though he expected her to tell him more. "Doesn't it mean 
anything to you that you can give a concert? I thought that was what you 
wanted." 

"It was. Sometimes, I think it still is. But let me tell you something, 
Susan. I doubt that you will be able to understand this, but I'm going to 
try. My music is pure. My music is crystal clear in my mind. I've had a few 
friends listen to some of the things I do, and it goes over their heads, 
just like you tell me it goes over your head. I'm beginning to learn that 
most people just don't want to try and understand what I'm doing. So why 
should I bother trying to please them? If they don't care, fuck them." 

Susan stared at her husband as he told her this. She shook her head in 
disbelief. 

"So what you're saying is all you want to do is sit in your work room and 
play that fucking guitar?" she screamed. 

"My 'fucking guitar,' as you call it, is going to make us famous soon. We'll 
just have to wait until the world comes around to my music. 

When that happens..." 

"Now just wait a moment," Susan said, feeling the anger she had been holding 
back come to a head. "I don't want to wait. I'm pretty sick and tired of 
working at the job I have, and the only reason I'm doing it is so you can 
practice and write. Have you forgotten that if I weren't working, you 
wouldn't have enough money to buy guitar strings, let alone a guitar?" 

"Ooooohhhh..." he said, raising his eyebrows. "So we're going to pull that 
stuff, are we? Well, listen to this, little Miss Woman's Lib. The power 
you're trying to hold over me is the same power that boss of yours wants." 
He threw up his hands and rolled his eyes again. "Let me explain it to you 
in your own terms. What you're telling me is that, since you have the money, 
you can tell me what to do. Your boss wants to say the same thing. If he 
puts himself out to give me a concert, he will try and tell me the type of 
music I should be writing. No one, not even you, can do that to me." 

"Oh ... fuck your music," she spat. She bounced to the other side of the bed 
and came to her feet. With her fists pressing into her sides, she glowered 
at Phillip, looking in her nakedness like an angry goddess ready, willing 
and able to hurl thunderbolts at him. 

"I don't mind supporting you. God knows I would have to support myself. But 
you told me that when we got married, I would be having that job for just a 
little while ... long enough for you to get your music together. You've had 
two years, and I'm calling that promise." 

If Phillip was shocked by this sudden outburst, he was certainly no more 
shocked than Susan. Even as she panted and glowered at him, she felt totally 
out of her field. She had never before stood up to her husband like this. In 
fact, she had never given it a thought before. She couldn't understand what 
had happened to her that would give her the strength to demand that he 
finally make an effort. Perhaps it was the talk she had had with Allen. 
Certainly her half-brother would have said something like that a long time 
ago. She remembered how helpless she had felt when she talked to Allen 
earlier in the day, and how she had to go to him for help rather than her 
husband. And even though talking to her boss had not been nearly as bad as 
she thought it would be, she could remember the apprehension she had felt 
over that. She didn't want that to be all for nothing. 

Phillip sighed. The woman yelling at him like this was almost a total 
stranger, and he decided that he had better handle the situation carefully. 
The very thought that he might have to find a job and work, rather than play 
his music and develop it the way it still needed threatened to turn his 
stomach. 

"All right," he conceded. "What do I have to do?" 

Susan felt her anger subsiding somewhat as her husband seemed to come around 
a little. 

"He says that he wants to talk to you," she told him, managing to keep her 
voice even and calm. He wants to see you and find out a little more about 
you and your music." 

"Okay," Phillip said, standing and moving toward the door. "You tell him 
that I'll agree to play his little game for a while. I'll meet with him, and 
I'll talk to him. Who knows? Some of those rich people know a few things. 
It's quite possible that he might understand what I'm doing with my work, 
though I doubt it." 

His constant condescending tones were beginning to irk Susan to no end. 

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd better go and practice. I'll want to be able 
to play my best for this man. Seems a pity to be wasting my talents on 
the-likes of him." 

Like a little child, he raced from the bedroom, having gotten the last word. 
Susan started to say something, but stopped, since she really couldn't think 
of anything. When Phillip was gone, she stared at the door for a moment, 
trying to calm down enough so that she could get dressed and get dinner 
ready. 

She couldn't believe what had just happened. One moment, Phillip was the way 
he had been when they were first married ... warm and kind and gentle. Then 
the next moment, he was his new self ... cold and detached and treating her 
like a child. Even though she had loved having his cock in her body again, 
she felt none of the after-warmth she used to. For a brief moment, she had 
been in Seventh Heaven, but that moment had passed all too quickly. 

She would do almost anything to get those feelings back ... the ones Phillip 
had been able to bring her just a few short minutes ago. But as good as 
those feelings were, they weren't worth going through what she had just gone 
through with Phillip. She didn't like being treated like a child ... someone 
who didn't have a brain in her head. After all, she really did hate her job. 
She looked forward to the day when she wouldn't have to be a secretary any 
more. Phillip had promised her two years ago that he would make her famous, 
and he hadn't done a damn thing to keep that promise. She could see that 
now. 

And while she didn't know what she was going to do about it, she knew that 
she wasn't going to put up with it much longer. She had had to leave school 
to support other people, and she was tired of it. The time was coming when 
she wanted too support herself for a change. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The days between that Tuesday and the end of the week passed quickly for 
Susan. After she had told Mr. Merril that her husband would agree to meet 
him, a date was set for the four of them to have drinks and dinner at the 
boss's plush home in the suburb of Navato, just north of San Francisco. 
Susan looked forward to spending a quiet evening with her boss, his wife, 
and her husband. For the entire week, Mr. Merril was especially nice to her, 
though he did nothing that she would have considered forward. Once, on 
Thursday, he asked her to drinks after work, and Susan accepted with some 
reservation. She fully expected Merril to do something like get her drunk 
and try and seduce her, and she went with a mental note that she would watch 
herself very carefully. 

She needn't have worried. Merril was just trying to gain her confidence, and 
he was succeeding. He knew that Susan was a loyal little wife, and that it 
would take some doing for her to come around to a more modern way of 
thinking. He was a little surprised that after being married to a man who 
professed some of the "far out" ideas she said Phillip had, she would still 
believe in something old fashioned as strict loyalty to a husband. Merril's 
wife, Niven, had laid the law down before they were married. They were to 
have an open relationship, and that was all there was to it. At first, 
Merril had been a little apprehensive that it would work. After all, it was 
one thing to say you believed in something like that, and another thing to 
live it. 

But he had found, in the twenty years of his marriage to the same woman, 
that it could work. Both Niven and Richard had their freedom, and their 
marriage was stronger than most others the banker could think of. Certainly, 
he and Niven had none of the problems Susan and Phillip seemed to have. 

Susan could feel a tingly stinging in her belly as Friday came near. All 
through work that day, she found that her mind was not on her work at all. 
Her fingers moved across the typewriter keyboard without a thought. Her mind 
was focused on what could happen after Phillip showed Merril ... Richard ... 
just what he could do in the world of music. The general plan was that 
Merril would take Susan home, where they would pick up Phillip, and then 
head out to 

Navato. Merril had spoken very highly of his wife, and Susan had made an 
attempt to dress well for the occasion. She did not like the idea that she 
would have to work and then go out all in the same clothing, but her boss 
had assured her over and over again that theirs was a casual home, that 
sometimes, when they felt like it, he and his wife would entertain very 
important guests in jeans and sweat-shirts, just for the hell of it. 

"When you know your successful," Richard said once while he and Susan were 
talking that week, "you know that you don't have to dress to impress people. 
Everyone knows who I am. I don't have to prove anything with my clothing. 

He chuckled as he told her a little story about how he and Niven had invited 
the cream of San Francisco society to their home for a fund-raising party. 
Everyone there had been dressed in the latest styles ... everyone but Merril 
and his wife, who chose to wander about their home in shorts and tee-shirts. 
While the guests thought that was rather tasteless, they nevertheless raised 
more money than had ever been raised for the organization they were trying 
to help. 

Susan smiled as she tried to imagine Merril doing something like that. She 
could not, though. She had only seen him as a somewhat stuffy boss who 
dressed as best he could during the business hours, though she was beginning 
to see a side of him that most of the other employees rarely saw ... a warm, 
friendly side ... a human side. 

But if Susan was excited about the meeting, Phillip became more and more 
withdrawn. He hardly talked to Susan that week, offering her the excuse that 
he had to work harder than ever on his music. After he had fucked Susan 
earlier that week, her returned to his practicing, and Susan found that she 
was once again alone in bed, with her husband just a few feet away, playing 
his guitar and piano. Several times during that week, Susan was forced to 
use her middle finger and bring herself to climax in the darkness of her 
room. She told herself that this would all be over soon, that Phillip would 
impress her boss enough so that he would give him a concert. Then things 
would be better ... much better. 

Once, Phillip asked Susan to tell her boss that he wasn't ready, hoping that 
she could persuade him to hold off the party for a little while. Susan said 
nothing as she glowered at her husband, and he could see that he was pushing 
her just a little too far. He finally backed down, deciding that he had 
nothing to loose, really. He even held back his opinions of Merril. 

In fact, he held back everything, and on the morning before they were to go 
to the Merril's home, he merely grunted when she reminded him to be ready 
around six o'clock. 

Finally, the moment arrived. All the other secretaries had gone, making the 
office a silent room with empty desks and covered typewriters. Susan was 
finishing up her work when Merril came out of his office. He had already 
taken off his tie, and Susan was surprised how this little thing made him 
look more distinguished, rather than the other way around. Even though he 
was middle aged, he had the powerful body of a twenty-five year old, and 
Susan reminded herself that he would exercise regularly at his club. For the 
first time, Susan found herself wondering what his wife looked like. He had 
never described her to Susan, but the young wife had her pictured as merely 
a middle-aged society women with a sagging chin, over-blown breasts and 
age-wrinkles. 

She decided that she would keep her opinion to her self. 

"Ready, Susan?" Merril quipped as he closed and locked his door. 

Susan smiled and nodded. She was feeling more excited than ever now, being 
able to see in her mind Phillip playing his guitar for the Merrils, and them 
liking it so much that they would not only agree to give him a concert 
showing, but pay him as well. 

"Then suppose we get the hell out of here." Merril said in a cheery voice. 
He was obviously looking forward to the evening as much as Susan. 

He took her arm and lead her out the building to the underground parking 
lot, where his black Lincoln Continental was waiting in his private parking 
space. Susan slithered into the front passenger seat, immersed in the total 
luxury of the car. She found that she was completely tongue tied as Merril 
maneuvered the huge auto skillfully through the heavy rush hour traffic, and 
she was loath to leave it when he pulled up in front of her apartment. 

I'll just wait here while you go in and get your husband," Merril told her. 
"You've told me so much about him that I'm very anxious to meet him." 

"I'm sure the two of you will get along very well," Susan said as she 
climbed from the car and closed the door. For the first time since she had 
moved to apartment, she could see that she was hardly living in the lap of 
luxury. By comparison, Merril's car was far better. As she climbed the 
stairs to her second floor place, she tried to envision what her boss's 
house would look like. Certainly, he could afford the very finest, and if 
things worked out well, she and Phillip would be able to do the same before 
long. 

She opened the door, and heard her husband practicing as though he had never 
stopped since she had left for work earlier that morning. 

"Are you ready, Phillip?" she called. "Mr. Merril is waiting out there for 
us, and he's anxious to meet you." 

"Yeah, well ... I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Phillip said in a 
very bored voice. "It seems a shame to waste my talents on the-likes of him, 
though," he answered from his study. She could hear him place his guitar in 
its case, and she almost started to get into an argument. She bit on her 
lower lip to keep herself from saying anything, though. There was no point 
in starting things off on the wrong foot. 

Phillip appeared, dressed as Susan would have expected ... his usual jeans 
and off-white sweat shirt. His fine blonde hair looked as though it were 
wind-blown, though Susan knew it couldn't be, since Phillip rarely went out 
doors. His feet were covered with his favorite dirty tennis shoes, and Susan 
almost chided him for not even making an attempt to get dressed. 

Then she remembered, to her relief, that her boss had told her that clothing 
was hardly a consideration. Certainly, Phillip was dressed to look like a 
musical genius. Who knows? she thought to herself. Maybe being dressed like 
this will actually help his chances. 

Husband and wife walked down the stairs in silence, and when they got to the 
car, Phillip took the entire back seat, telling his wife that she should sit 
in the front, since he didn't want anything to happen to his guitar. 

Susan didn't mind one bit sitting next to her boss, and while Merril drove 
the thirty miles or so north along the freeway, she found that she and 
Merril talked the entire way, touching on every subject except Phillip's 
music. Once, when Phillip had first entered the car, Merril made an effort 
to be friendly, and was met with an icy silence that let him know Phillip 
was not much of a talker. While he drove to his home, chatting away with 
Susan, he knew that he had little work ahead of him, getting into his 
secretary's nice tight cunt. A woman like Susan matched with a man like 
Phillip was like mixing oil and water. Once he got her to his house, Merril 
decided, he would just sit back and sec what happened. Opportunity favors 
the prepared man, he reminded himself, and he wanted to see just what was 
going on with Phillip and Susan before he made his move. He was pretty 
certain that she would come to him before the evening was over, and he was 
going to be ready. He could feel his balls filling with a shit-load of 
sperm, and Susan was going to receive everyone of the little fuckers. All it 
would take was a little time, a little patience, and a little work... 

Susan was feeling the effect of the fine dinner wine provided. As she 
laughed and giggled near the end of the meal, she felt happier than she had 
in a long time. Niven was an excellent cook, and the sea-food dish she had 
prepared for the four people made Susan feel totally satisfied without 
feeling bloated. 

Even though Merril's house was as lavish and huge as Susan would have 
imagined, she felt totally comfortable in it. Far from being the old-style 
society woman Susan would have figured her to be, Niven was an amazingly 
beautiful and stunning woman. In fact, Susan felt the twinge of jealously 
all women feel when they are in the presence of another lovely woman. Niven 
carried herself well, and if her boss hadn't told her that he and Niven were 
about the same age. Susan would have assumed that Niven was on the low side 
of thirty. She was a happy, charming hostess, full of life and eagerness. 

As usual, Phillip was his sullen self. He entered the Merril home without a 
word, acting as though he was totally unimpressed with the spaciousness of 
the ten room, custom-built home. All during pre-dinner cocktails, he 
slouched in his chair, all but refusing to take part in the conversation, 
even though it concerned him. Susan had to answer most of Merril's 
questions, and she found herself totally unable to do so. Phillip would 
occasionally interject that everyone would see what he was trying to do with 
his music after dinner, telling his host, rather arrogantly, that it would 
be better for him to hear for himself, rather than to try and form an 
opinion. 

After dinner was over, Merril excused himself to help his wife clear off the 
dirty dishes from the table. Susan offered to help, but her boss told her to 
just go into the living room and relax ... and help her husband set up for 
his playing. 

Merril wanted to be alone with his wife to get things ironed out. All 
through the dinner he had noticed that his lovely wife was eyeing Susan's 
handsome husband, and he wanted to make sure that he and Niven got their 
signals straight. There was little work involved in clearing off the table, 
but even when the two of them entertained a dozen people, they would use the 
time to get things straight between them. 

"Well, what do you think?" Merril asked his wife. "I could see you eyeing 
that blonde fucker like you were starving for his cock." 

"Lover," Niven said, "I should have known better than try and hide anything 
from you. I must say, though, I think you've got the better deal." 

"Really, now," Merril said as he raised one eye brow. "Are you trying to say 
that this Phillip character is too hard for you?" 

"He is a quiet little son of a bitch," Niven commented. "He's cute, though. 
In a way he reminds me of how you used to be when we were first married." 

"Please," Merril laughed. "I made an effort to talk to people when ever I 
had the chance. How do you think I got to where I am?" 

"I know, I was only teasing. Just how do you propose to get into Susan's 
pants? She seems totally devoted to that husband of hers, though I'll never 
know why." 

"Oooohhh ... I don't know about that," Merril said. "I'll bet once he gets 
going, there's no stopping him. Maybe Susan is totally taken in by that 
phony artistic attitude he tries to front." 

"That really cracks me up," Niven said. "From what Susan has said, he should 
practice more on that, rather than his guitar." 

"That's for sure," Merril admitted. "Something tells me that he doesn't give 
a shit about anything but his wife's paycheck. I can hardly wait to hear 
what his playing sounds like." 

"Back to the matter at hand," Niven said. "How are we going to get them 
separated?" 

"I wouldn't worry about that," Merril said. Susan will do just about 
anything. Maybe I'll give her a grand tour of the house, Did you see her 
eyes when she first came in? She'll more than-likely jump at the chance to 
see the rest of the place." 

"Does that include the special bedroom?" 

Niven said hopefully. "It might take something like that to get the fires 
going under Phil." 

"Please ... Phillip," Merril told her, smiling. "He hates to be addressed as 
Phil." 

"Is that so?" Niven said, looking as though she had just thought of 
something. "Well ... I'm glad you told me that. Little things like that 
might make things easier for me." 

"Suppose we just play off each other, like we usually do," Richard 
suggested. "You just leave everything to me. I'll get them apart from each 
other for a couple of hours. I think you'll work alone a lot better anyway. 
He has too many random factors for a group." 

"Au the moment, yes. I'd like to try and take him down a peg or two." 

"Or three?" Merril asked, smiling. 

"Maybe even four. He's going to be a lot of fun." 

While Merril and his wife were alone in the kitchen, Susan helped her 
husband set up the equipment he said he needed ... finding a small, though 
powerful electric amplifier and several microphones for Phillip's acoustic 
guitar. Almost as soon as their hosts were out of ear-shot, Susan chided her 
husband. 

"Well, Phillip, I hope you're proud of yourself," she said as she looked 
around the room for the things they would need. "You've succeeded in making 
Niven and Richard totally alienated from you. And this dinner was supposed 
to be for you. The least you could d is talk a little to them." 

"Susan, will you try and get it through your head," Phillip said, talking 
down to his wife as though she were little more than a child. "These people 
are just interested in me as a money object. If there's anything I hate, 
it's having to play up to them." 

"I can't believe you think like that," Susan said, clenching her teeth to 
keep from blowing up at him. The last thing she wanted to do was create a 
scene here in the home of her boss. "This is all for you. I should think 
that you would want to do everything you could to insure success. People 
like the Merrils can help." 

Phillip grunted as he went about tuning his guitar, trying his best to 
ignore his wife's simple-minded conversation. 

"You could be a little more polite to Niven," Susan said, determined that 
she would not be cut off this time. Now that she had seen how lavishly the 
Merrils lived, she wanted a piece of it herself. 

"Being polite to people like the Merrils is like kissing their asses," 
Phillip said. "Both of them are just phony creeps who lucked out and made a 
lot of money in the process. They're no better than I am, and I intend to 
show them that." 

"Even if it means throwing away everything you've wanted for the last two 
years?" 

"I'm not throwing away anything," Phillip said, his voice telling Susan that 
he was reaching a breaking point. "I'm going to play for them, aren't I? 
That's all they should be concerned with, and not how well I can talk while 
being fed fine food and the best French wine they have to offer." 

Susan listened to her husband telling her these things with a shocked look 
on her face. She couldn't believe that, after he had come out this far, 
after he had a chance to show someone what he could do with his music, he 
would all but close them out of his life, just as he had done with her for 
so very long. She knew better than to try and tell him that he was wrong, 
though. She knew that it wouldn't do a damn bit of good, and could only make 
matters worse instead of better. She decided that she had done everything 
she could, and the rest was up to Phillip. If he was going to throw away his 
first chance at success, she was going to let him. After all, she asked 
herself, just how much can I do? 

While she lowered the lights, at Phillip's request, she listened to him 
tuning his guitar over and over, and he played a few bars into the 
microphone to check if everything was just the way he wanted it. As though 
this were some sort of cue, Merril and his wife entered the living room. 

"Suppose the three of us sit on the couch," the young pretty wife's boss 
suggested. "That way, we can all hear Phillip's playing at its best." 

Susan thought that was a good idea, and she sat at one end, thinking that 
Niven would sit next to her. 

She was wrong. As soon as she sat down, Richard sat so close to her that he 
was actually pressing her shapely buttocks tightly against the arm. Not at 
all uncomfortably, though, since the couch was covered with a thick 
upholstery that was soft and warm. 

Rather than sit close against her husband, Niven left enough room on the 
couch between her and Richard for another person to sit between them. Susan 
thought that was a little strange, but she said nothing. 

The three of them sat back to listen to Phillip's playing. Even though Susan 
had heard the music many times before, she still found it strange and 
totally beyond her. She much preferred something she could whistle along 
with ... something she could hum to herself when she felt happy, or sad, or 
just like humming. 

Phillip's music was nothing like that at all. Rather, he seemed to have 
become more and more separated then ever from the normal strains of music. 
The three of them listened in total silence for what seemed like hours, and 
Susan found that she was staring at a large wall clock, counting the seconds 
rather than paying any attention to what her husband was doing in front of 
her. She couldn't believe it, but his playing actually bored her. 

And she thought he was good, even if she didn't understand what he was 
doing. God only knew what her boss thought of it. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Phillip announced that he was 
finished, and he received the polite applause the three people gave him with 
his usual coldness, putting away his guitar as though he were all alone, and 
not even thanking the people for listening to him. 

When the clapping died down quickly, Merril was the first to speak. 

"Tell me, Phillip, have you been doing this type of thing long?" 

"For the past couple of years," Phillip said, sounding as though the 
question was totally absurd, and Merril was something of a jerk for asking 
it. 

"I find that I really don't understand some of the things you were trying to 
do," Niven said, her face split in a strangely predatory smile aimed at the 
young musician. 

I'm really not all that surprised," Phillip said, avoiding her glance. "A 
lot of people simply don't have the education or experience to see my 
directions." 

Susan gasped as she heard Phillip insult their hosts, and she fully expected 
the Merrils to kick them out of the house right then and there. 

"PHILLIP!" she said, leaning forward and staring at him with near-hatred in 
her eyes. "How can you say something like that?" 

"Now, never mind," her boss said as he put his arm around her in a 
comforting manner. "Everyone is a little different. I'm sure Phillip 
believes that it is impossible for anyone to fully understand what is going 
on in his mind, and to a great extent, he's right." 

Even though Merril was defending his actions, Phillip gave no indication 
that Merril was even in the room. When he finished putting his guitar away, 
he sat back in his chair and looked at the three people looking at him. 
Merril thought quickly, especially when he could see that his wife was eager 
to get started on the young man. 

"Tell you what," he said, coming to a stand. "Suppose we split up. Niven is 
the one with the connections in the music world. I'm sure she would like to 
talk to Phillip alone. Suppose Susan and I leave the two of them alone and 
I'll take you around the house. Would you like to see some of the things 
Niven has done to make this little shoe-box more livable?" 

He was speaking to Susan, who watched him with an eager anticipation in her 
eyes. While she wanted to talk to Phillip about the way he had been acting, 
she could tell that perhaps it would be better if he were left alone with 
Niven. All through the concert, the lovely woman had been silent, watching 
Phillip with an interest she would never have believed. Perhaps it would be 
best for the two of them to be alone, if Niven, rather than Richard, was the 
one with the connections. It was quite possible that Niven actually liked 
Phillip's music. 

"I think I would like that," she said as she stood. She gave a long glance 
at Phillip, deciding that it was all up to him now. She was through 
defending him, through telling him what she thought he should do. He would 
be on his own now, and Niven had certainly acted as though she was capable 
of handling him on her own. 

Phillip took the suggestion with his usual grunt, and told Niven that as 
long as they were going to be talking, he wanted something to drink. 

The last thing Susan heard in the living room was Niven's low throaty 
chuckle, and the rustling of her lovely chiffon dress as she glided to the 
liquor cabinet. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"What did you think of him?" Susan asked as she followed close behind her 
boss through the labyrinth of the huge home. "Do you think that he plays 
well? Do you think that he has a chance in the world of music? I realize 
that he's a little aloof and all ... " 

"Now, now," Merril said, taking her by her arm and pulling her along side of 
him. "Suppose we don't talk about him. Suppose we talk about you instead." 

"But I'm really interested in what you think," she demanded. "After all, I 
really don't understand what he's doing, but I haven't had the education 
you've had." 

That was the kind of opening Merril jad been waiting for. 

"All right, I'll tell you what I think. I think he sucks." 

Susan stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't believe what she had just 
heard. Even if 

Richard didn't like her husband's playing, she would have thought he would 
have been a little loss crude about it. 

"Does that mean ... that ... you don't think . . r 

She couldn't find the words to express her II her boss didn't like what 
Phillip had played, then he probably wouldn't give him a concert showing. 

"Now ... don't you worry about your husband," Merril soothed her. "There are 
a lot of things I do that I don't like. I'm more like you are, I guess. When 
it comes right down to it, I love a good rock band. Classical music bores 
the piss out of me. The same goes for my wife, though she's much more subtle 
about it." 

"But I wanted Phillip to succeed so badly," Susan said, feeling the tears of 
disappointment welling up in her eyes. "I wanted him to have everything he's 
got coming to him." 

"Oooooo ... I think he'll get that," Merril said, delighting in the way 
Susan was becoming more and more vulnerable to him. He decided that he would 
offer her some comfort, and when the time was right ... 

"I could kill him sometimes," she said, pursing her lips and pouting. She 
continued to walk through the massive house, oblivious to the fine expensive 
paintings on the wall, the handcrafted sculpture lining the floor boards. 
and the thick, plush wall to wall carpeting that was in every room. "He acts 
like a little child, and he treats me as though he didn't think I had a 
brain in my head." 

"I'll tell you something Susan," Merril said. "I would start putting your 
foot down with him. He seems incapable of thinking for himself, and you 
shouldn't have to do his thinking for him." 

"But he's my husband," Susan said, trying to make herself believe that she 
was responsible for him. "If I don't push him a little, he's never going to 
get anywhere." 

"The time has come for him to do his own pushing, Susan," Merril said, 
taking the young wife into his arms and holding her, as though he was giving 
her support. He could feel her shuddering him, and he moved his hands slowly 
up and down her back, soothing her and making her relax with him. 

She allowed the tears to flow as freely and desperately as she would have 
had she been alone. She began to trust Merril ... Richard, as she would have 
trusted her half-brother. Allen would never call her a little girl simply 
because she wanted to cry. And she could tell that Richard was the same way. 

They were in the "special" bedroom, one that was on the same level with the 
living room, and just on the other side of the wall. It was well lit, though 
for a long moment, Susan took no notice of things like that. All she could 
see were the visions in her mind ... visions of Phillip casting her out side 
of his little world ... visions of her being alone at night ... visions of 
her having to bring herself to the climax she wanted so desperately from 
Phillip. 

When she was finished crying, she pulled away from her boss and looked up at 
him. He was so handsome, so warm and understanding ... Was it possible that 
he knew the pain and loneliness she was feeling at this very moment? 

Merril really didn't give a shit if Susan felt lonely or not. It was all a 
part of his plan ... a master plan that included much more than just a good 
fucking. He knew that if Susan ever managed to get away from her husband, 
she would see that there was a whole world out there for her to take and 
enjoy. If he played his cards right, he would be getting her many, many 
times. That was what he was interested in. He could have demanded that she 
fuck him just to get him to listen to Phillip's playing, but that wouldn't 
have worked as well as what he was doing now. 

He was making her think, and in making her think, he was allowing her to 
see, for the first time, that her whole life was not wrapped up in her 
husband. Far from it, in fact. 

Gently, he pulled her against his powerful body and dropped his head to kiss 
her firm and ready lips. Susan felt that this was, somehow, the most natural 
thing in the world. Here was a man who wanted her, and who was treating her 
as an equal. It was something Phillip had never done, not even in the best 
of times, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to show her boss 
that she appreciated what he was doing for her. 

But even as their lips pressed against each others, the memory that she was 
a married woman suddenly blazed into her mind. She was a married woman, 
passionately kissing a married man. 

' How could Merril do something like this, with his wife in the same house 
... with her husband in the same house as well? 

Merril hadn't gotten to where he was by not being able to read what was 
going on in other people's mind. There were times when he could just sense 
what someone was thinking, and as Susan looked at him with a strange 
combination of want, desire, fear and shock in her wide, brown eyes, he knew 
exactly what she was thinking. He decided that he would put to rest as many 
fears as he could. He wasn't going to let this one get away, if he could 
help it. 

"Susan," he said, making his voice smooth and gentle, "if you're worried 
about my wife, don't be. She knows exactly what the score is. We both have a 
very happy marriage, and often take it upon ourselves to let other people 
share in the experience of happiness." 

At first, Susan couldn't understand what he was trying to tell her. All she 
knew was that she had kissed, and very much enjoyed it at that, the boss of 
the bank she worked for. She felt as though she should be guilty, and what 
bothered her was that she was not. She couldn't believe that she would enjoy 
kissing a man who was not her husband. All her life she had been taught that 
something like that was wrong, but she wanted to do it again ... and again 
... and again. She wanted to get naked for this man ... wanted to have him 
love her ... wanted to have someone pressing her firm flat belly tightly 
against the obvious swell of his erect penis. 

"What I'm trying to tell you, Susan, is that Niven and I have an open 
marriage. I'm sure you don't think that people as old as we are can have 
something like that, and make it work, but believe me, it does." 

Susan listened to him without hearing him. She was still wrestling with the 
conflicting thoughts in her mind ... thoughts that came in and out at will, 
without seeming order, plan or direction. On one hand, there was the 
tingling in her vagina ... something that had been there for so long now, 
something that Phillip should have taken care of. On the other hand, her 
morals, things by which she had lived for years, were telling her that she 
had better leave before things got too much out of hand. She had never 
wanted to arouse her boss like this, had never meant to lead him on into 
thinking that she was "that sort" of woman. 

She looked at him, their faces separated by mere inches, and she could see 
the concern in his face. Did he really want to help? Would kissing him again 
make things better? Or would it be merely an escape ... something she could 
hide behind to protect herself from the problems she was having with her 
marriage. 

Merril sensed her hesitation, and decided that he had better show a little 
more incentive before she came to the wrong conclusions ... wrong for him, 
anyway. He leaned down and kissed her again, finding her, if not immediately 
responsive, at least not putting him off. 

Her hands hung limp at her sides while her mouth opened slightly, then a 
little more, and finally all the way. Merril knew he had made his point when 
she actually thrust her tongue into his mouth and brought her arms up to 
him, pulling him tightly against her, pressing her firm flat belly tightly 
against the obvious swell of his erect penis. 

Susan couldn't believe that she was actually going through with it. She 
would never have figured herself for an affair with a married man, but as 
Merril pressed his lips to hers, and as his tongue wormed deeply into her 
mouth, she could feel those sensations which she had never felt with anyone 
other than Phillip. She thought those feelings would never come with another 
man, but here they were ... and she wanted them. 

And she needed them. 

She needed them so badly that she was willing to take what ever chances were 
necessary, pay what ever consequences might arise to have them. Her fingers 
... even her fingers could never satisfy her the way another man could. 

SHE HAD TO HAVE THIS MAN!! 

And what surprised her the most was that she started taking the initiative. 
It was she who was pulling their tightly embraced bodies to the massive 
double bed that was the main piece of furniture in the room. It was she who 
lowered the two of them down on top of it. 

Merril's hands reached for the buttons of her blouse, but she beat him to 
it, pulling the buttons open as quickly as she could. 

All the while, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest with 
excitement ... and fear. She couldn't believe her own mounting passion, 
already sweeping out of control. It was nearly the same feeling she had when 
she was alone in her bedroom, when she would feel the need for sexual 
release and would start fingering her vagina without regard for anything 
else but her own satisfaction. She was not doing this for her husband. She 
was doing this for herself. For the first time in her life, she was going 
into something that was solely for her own pleasure, rather than someone 
else's. 

It was that driving force, coupled with two years of frustration and 
inadequate love making with her husband, that blazed in her mind and pussy 
like twin fires. 

She wanted to get fucked ... hard, deep, long ... and nothing was going to 
stand in her way. 

Merril sensed her complete coming around, and he took advantage of it as 
quickly as possible, determined that, if there was the possibility that she 
change her mind, he would get her as aroused as he could. That way, she 
would never be able to hold herself back. 

Even as she lowered the two of them to the bed, he moved his legs between 
hers, pulling at them so she could neither slither or roll away. With one 
hand, he reached up under her skirt, catching his hand in the wispy 
waistband of her pink bikini panties, pulling them down and away from her 
already moist, succulent pussy. 

Susan moaned, both in pleasure and apprehension as he pulled down the zipper 
of her skirt," opening it like a sheet and revealing the nearly naked area 
of her loins, her brown cuntal hair contrasting sharply against her 
cream-white flesh. 

Susan became a passive partner for a moment, feeling the last vestiges of 
morality flashing through her mind. 

'I shouldn't be allowing this,' she thought over and over again. 'I should 
tell him to stop, I should cover me vagina so he can't see it, but I want it 
so badly ... I need it so badly..." 

And then she felt Merril's big, hot hand sliding up along her leg with an 
unbelievable tenderness, inching slowly, deliberately, toward the juncture 
of her shapely thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. She trembled beneath 
its touch as it moved upward toward her quivering cunt, where it finally 
brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully against the fleshy, hair-lined 
lips, causing a moan, this one of pure passion and delight, to escape her. 

"No ... no ... please," she said, not even believing her own protests. They 
were something automatic, and Merril could sense this, as easily as he could 
sense everything else about her. Since she didn't believe what she was 
saying, there was no conviction in her voice. With his free hand, he gently 
pulled her yielding hands away from her breasts, his breath catching in his 
throat at the sight of the rounded mounds of soft, resilient flesh standing 
proud and firmly erect, their small pinkish nipples already hardening from 
the manipulations of his hand between her spread, trembling thighs. 

"There ... there..." he soothed her, the sound of his voice making her feel 
more relaxed. He bent down for a closer look at the thin ribbon of flesh 
running the length of her exposed loins, separating the flushed, hair-lined 
lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her lush 
buttocks pressed on the satin bedspread. He sucked in his breath at the 
lust-inciting spectacle, knowing that she would look good to him like this, 
but never dreaming that she would look this good. Shit, in the years he had 
been married to Niven, he had fucked so many women in this room that he had 
lost count, but Susan had to be the best one of them all. Even though he had 
had his eye in her for the two years she had been working for him, thinking 
about what she would be like even as he fucked someone else, he would never 
have dared to expect her to be so lovely ... so perfect ... 

Quickly, without removing his hand from her sensitive vagina, he shucked out 
of his own clothing, revealing to her gaze the incredible sight of his huge 
penis, thick and swollen with the heated blood of his own passion. Even 
since she had agreed to come to his home, he had been waiting for this 
moment, storing up in his freely-swinging balls an incredible load of sperm. 
She was going to get every drop of it now. As he removed his pants, he could 
feel his fully expanded cock head throb with eager anticipation, wet drops 
of seminal fluid dripping from the crack and onto his thigh. 

When he was naked, he decided that he would raise Susan to such a fever 
pitch that she wouldn't know which end was up. Finally removing her panties 
all the way off her tapering legs, and then lifting her buttocks off the bed 
just enough so he could pull her skirt out from under her, he used his 
thumbs to press either side of her pouting, hair-shadowed vaginal flanges 
apart until its moist pinkness flowered open to him. He panted lustfully at 
the sparkling, jewel-like delicacy of her pussy, glistening in the light 
with the flowing juices of her lubrication. Shit, he thought, if she thinks 
she's ready now, she's got another thing coming. He delighted as he felt her 
warm, soft inner thighs quivering against the backs of his hands, and he 
heard her breath hitch deep in her throat, followed by a choking moan. 

The maze of emotions that had swept through Susan were becoming less and 
less confusing. Richard was as gentle and as loving as she could have 
imagined, and his light fingering of her naked, willing pussy was bringing 
her more pleasure than she would have dreamed possible ... even from her 
husband. She moaned wantonly, caught up in the incredible wave of rapidly 
mounting sensual desire washing through her naked body. Tiny ripples of 
electric-like shocks ... a thousand times more intense than when she did 
this to herself, burned through her, and again she squirmed her full, 
rounded buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her moans becoming more 
those of passion than confusion as his skillfully provoking fingers taunted 
the ever-moistening crevice of her openly splayed cunt. 

"Oooohhh ... GOD! Why am I doing this?' she asked herself as she felt the 
last vestiges of her reason slipping into an abyss of pure passion and 
delight. She found the answer ... it felt wonderful ... totally wonderful. 
If only Phillip could make her feel this good... 

Expertly, Richard Merril leaned closer into the widespread "V" of her naked 
white loins, and with the tip of his thick tongue, sliced hotly through the 
softly fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. Then, grinning 
triumphantly between her open pussy lips, he felt the erotic shock of his 
hot moist contact surge convulsively through her. 

"Ooo oso oooohhhhhhhh. ... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh..." she whined in her 
uncontrollable passion as she raised her head to stare down between her 
full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better watch the 
licentiously inciting scene of his handsome, distinguished face buried in 
the building wet heat of her sensuously fired loins. Then, his eyes looked 
up over the silken curls of her pubic mound and met hers. "Oooooooohhhhhh 
Godddddddddddd..." she moaned again, twitching and writhing as his hot wet 
lips closed over the auburn curls there at the base of her quaking, soft 
belly to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched wide-eyed in 
ever-pyramiding desire. It had been so long since Phillip had done this to 
her that she couldn't remember when the last time was. 

Susan gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his oral assault, her 
elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head tossing from side to 
side in her mindlessness. 

Merril's experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft, warm folds of raw 
vaginal flesh into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while his hot, 
thick tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink 
smoothness of her now flowered-open pussy. 

There was no fighting the waves of passion engulfing her now. She had 
dreamed about this for so long, that she wasn't going to fight back the 
pleasure she was feeling. She didn't want to have her dreams go to waste now 
... What little hesitation she had felt before melted in the seething heat 
of her wildly growing passion. She delighted in the hot gushes of his breath 
grazing over her inflamed clitoris and she couldn't keep from moaning aloud 
in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her head, catching her breath as she 
heard him grunt lustfully, then felt the full length of his hot, wet tongue 
thrust deeply up into the clasping velvety sheath of her palpitating vagina. 

"Oooooooooooo..." she moaned again, hearing her own plea, her body 
responding automatically, jerking with spasmodic lurches as his tongue 
slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in an age-old, constant, 
steady tempo. 

Richard Merril slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair 
brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He reached under his body 
and slowly stroked the heavy foreskin of his long, thickly hardened cock 
back and forth over its blood-engorged head, while he continued to spear his 
hot flicking tongue deep into Susan's searing cuntal sluce. He smoothed his 
big hands up over her satin-skinned flat belly to the resilient, 
desire-swollen flesh of her full, warmly trembling breasts, pinching and 
rolling the hard pebble-like nipples between thumb and forefinger, cupping 
and squeezing the white yielding mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed 
lasciviously at the widespread crevice between her trembling legs. 

Salacious wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of building 
rapture drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down 
between the now throbbing, pulsating lips of her palpitating cunt. Even 
though Merril had expected something like the reaction he was getting at 
this moment, he would never have believed that she would be so totally into 
the pleasure he was bringing her. He'd seen women who were really hot for 
cunt-licking before. Niven would sometimes beg him to use his tongue on her 
fine little pussy. But even Niven. in her most passionate moments, were as 
wild as this hot little cunty love was. He knew that Susan was only moments 
away from begging him for his cock, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let 
her down in that department. 

He couldn't keep from gloating as suddenly, her small hands began toying 
around with his head, her long fingers running ceaselessly through his hair 
while moans of utter delight continued to pour from her mouth and throat, 
her lovely little head flailing from side to side ... until finally her soft 
hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth to the small nibbling 
hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips to her desire-moistened 
vaginal mouth, plunging his stiffened tongue once more up into the raw, 
velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, 
hair-lined lips of her seething pussy. 

She cried out in her lust-inflamed passion, wildly writhing her smoothly 
rounded hips and ovaled buttocks beneath this blissful, wonderful oral 
fucking. Again and again he thrust his stiffened, cock-like tongue up into 
her seething channel, his hot moist lips glued to the clasping, viscous 
opening, bringing a series of groans from the petite naked girl whose warm, 
full thighs were closing spasmodically around both sides of his nearly 
submerged head. 

The naked banker could feel the sleek, rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly 
around his long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated 
vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking action, 
attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Shit, it seemed 
that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of 
its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour it. Her 
heels began to push down hard against the muscles of his back, pressing his 
powerful body into the hot, quivering flesh trap between her widespread 
legs. His nose was tight against her tiny quivering clitoris and with every 
inhalation he sensed the arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing 
passion. Damn ... its delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into 
an impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had begun to 
ache with the agony of an exposed nerve of a tooth. He had to do something 
with it soon, or balls were going to blow apart. 

Susan's petite naked body was completely swept away in the breathtaking 
sensual rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in a wild vortex of 
intense desire, and she realized that she had lost all physical and mental 
control over her actions. There was nothing she could do ... nothing she 
wanted to do by enjoy what was happening to her. Hardly anything made sense 
to her now ... only the maddening sensations Merril's hot, wet tongue and 
sucking lips were causing to saturate her entire passion-consumed body 
mattered. Every muscle in her erotically fired being was tenses as she 
strained her soft, white hips and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unhidden 
wantonness toward the earth-shattering ecstasy he was building there between 
her legs. 

Her drawn-up thighs opened and closed around the skillfully working mouth, 
controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was licking and spiraling 
into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her neck stood out in 
strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying 
her curvaceously shaped limbs out even wider and wider to the sides, 
allowing him deeper access into her seething hole. 

She wanted to belong to this ma'am ... wanted to be his. She wanted to give 
him her cunt, to do with as he pleased. She hadn't had this pleasure in she 
didn't know how long, and she wanted to know that she could get it any time 
she wanted. She was not even thinking of her husband at this point. There 
hadn't been any reason to equate her husband with pleasure for a long time 
... and even when there had, he had never been this good to her ... this 
loving ... this pleasurable. 

"Oh God!" she whimpered almost pitifully, her thought-train severed as he 
slipped his hands beneath her quivering white buttocks and pulled them up to 
him with a possessiveness that made her wonder if he had read her mind. They 
trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath the wild plunging hot 
tongue, sending erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through 
her insanely aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue 
flick from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless 
crevice between the ovaled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks toward 
the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively, she stiffened, 
moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning 
tongue with its little sensitive anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped 
passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid act added to her already 
overwhelmingly excited young flesh. 

God! Oh, GOD! ... it was too much ... too much, she sensually reasoned, 
rolling her naked, rounded hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back 
onto his stiffly probing tongue. She had to do something for him ... 
something that would let him know how much she loved him for the delicious 
ecstasy he was bringing her ... something that would let him know how 
wonderful she thought he was. 

"Turn around! God! Turn around, quick, so I can have your cock. I want to 
suck it ... please ... PLEASE ... HURRY!" she pleaded salaciously. 

Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the very 
lust-infusing sounds he had been waiting to hear from her ripe lips. Without 
hesitation, the powerful man knelt up and looked down at her, his face 
contorted in a mask of sheer lust. As he moved into position, his cock 
jerked and throbbed insanely. Moving on all fours and revolving over her, he 
once again buried his face in her lust-dampened, hair-fringed loins. As his 
hot wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist velvet flesh between her 
blood-swollen cunt lips, Richard Merril felt her small hand and fingers 
curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that he knew 
was hanging down like a stallion's between his heavy thighs, and he grunted 
out his guttural delight, thrusting his stiffened tongue deeply up into her 
clasping cuntal channel once more. 

The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Susan already knew 
... this man who was her boss was the most fulfilling lover she had ever 
known. Never had Phillip ever done anything like sixty-nine with her, even 
though she had begged him once or twice. He would suck her, she would suck 
him, but what she wanted to do most, each suck the other at the same time, 
was something Phillip called banal and totally wasteful. 

Now, though, she was going to get what she really wanted. But as the 
fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to churn madly 
again within her naked, wide-splayed loins, the actual feel and sight of his 
massive penis in her hand telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fright to 
her brain. Dear God, she had never seen a cock that was so large. Even 
though Phillip's was huge, larger than the two or three men she slept with 
before she met him, Merril's was bigger than anything she thought she would 
have seen on a human. Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it, and his 
heavy, sperm-bloated balls encased in their hairy sac were a bull-like 
phenomenon in themselves as they hung down in front of her face. Yet, the 
very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving warmth 
inside her, and she raised her head excitedly. With mouth ovaled wide, she 
let her moistened lush lips slip warmly and wetly over the sheathed cock 
head, while she held to its heavy base with both thumbs and forefingers to 
pull back its thick foreskin. Then she tried to take more than she was 
capable of into her mouth. 

In her unbridled desire, she sucked it in too deeply into the hot, wet 
cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch 
her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft, 
sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral touch and 
ardently lasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal fluid. While her 
tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed 
his heavy, cum-inflated balls with affection, tiny explosions of 
scintillating lust bursting in her sensuously blinded brain, and he began to 
move up and down ... gently in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened 
cock in a licentious rhythm to his own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and 
swirling deeply in her wet, searing cunt. 

Oh, God ... she would beg to do this to him every day at the office. He 
would lick her pussy while she sucked on his huge, wonderful penis. 
Sometimes she would just kneel down between his legs and gently take it out 
for him, then suck on it, even when he didn't do anything to her at all. She 
would ... she would ... and she didn't care what Phillip or her brother or 
the other secretaries in the office thought. No one would stop her. It was 
magnificent ... his handsome, throbbing, delicious, hot cock ... and she'd 
learn to suck it right down into her throat for him, as big as it was! 

These thoughts flashed through Susan's lust-crazed mind intermittently as 
she sucked with fury at his hardened rod of white-hot flesh, its smooth 
rubbery head brushing at her palate, while Richard Merril, with loud, wet 
sucking sounds, worked hungrily at her impassioned loins, with big hands 
beneath and clutching the resilient white rounded cheeks of her ass, his 
tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy. 

Then, another new sensation of lust registered in her desire-incited brain! 
She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the tiny puckered mouth 
of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened and she momentarily forgot all 
else. She sensed the finger stiffening ... abruptly, pushing into the snugly 
resisting mouth with a quick, unpainful challenge, and the long invader slid 
right up the warm, spongy passage of her rectal confines like another cock, 
all the way to the palm of his hand, which was now cupping against the 
cheeks of her widespread, white buttocks. 

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm..." she moaned around his mouth-filling penis in her 
sucking oral cavity, but in ecstasy and delight as her lips and tongue 
slowed slightly in their swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her 
ass-hole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in her soft 
belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed against the round, elastic 
hole of her vagina, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the 
moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust-spiraling cadence to his long 
thick finger fucking into her wantonly presented ass-hole. Frantically, she 
began to nurse and suck the hot, hard cock-thickness with all her might, her 
cheeks hollowing and swelling, while her soft, white belly rose and fell 
hungrily as she pulled at him. 

Her lips clasped tightly around the pulsing head of his blood-filled cock 
and at that very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion inflamed 
young loins, the first incredible eruptions of ecstasy were beginning. She 
squeezed with enslaved affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above 
her face, then raked her nails with inbred knowledge beneath them, as 
simultaneously she strained to her own heatedly rising climax...! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Niven had never seen anything like it. She couldn't believe what had 
happened ... or rather, what had not happened. 

Niven was a free-spirited woman who definitely believed in having a good 
time. When she had married, they could fuck who they wanted, when they 
wanted. When she had first said that, Richard had thought that it wouldn't 
work out. He had told her that things like that were fine in books and 
movies, but in real life, people were only human, and bounded by things like 
jealousy., But it had worked out, and the both of them were happier for it. 
Niven and her husband would often engage in mate-swapping activities to 
prove to other people that it would work. In the years she and Richard had 
been married, both of them had totally lost count of the number of people 
they had fucked. Niven even liked to try another woman every now and then. 
just to keep things different. It was that difference that allowed her to 
please her husband like no other woman could, and his constant practice with 
other mates would teach him things she knew she would never be able to. 

But Phillip was something else all together. The handsome musician simply 
didn't like to fuck. Period: Try as she might, Niven could not seem to get 
an erection on him. 

When her husband and Susan had first left the room, Niven gave Phillip the 
drink he had asked for, returning to him and sitting as close to him on the 
couch as she could, pressing her firm buttocks against his. She knew that, 
even though she was middle-aged, she still had the young, vibrant body of a 
twenty-three year old. Many men had told her, and were genuinely shocked 
when they learned her real age. She had kept her body and mind young and 
fit, knowing that she would have to grow old someday, but also knowing that 
she could postpone that day until the bitter end. There was simply too much 
fun to be had to allow herself to sit back and watch the world go by. 

But even as she sat against Phillip, the young man seemed in another world, 
totally oblivious to her little suggestions. When she decided that she would 
cast aside all subtlety and touch his upper thigh, he acted as though she 
had just told him the sky was blue. As she brought her hand closer and 
closer to his groin looking with eager anticipation for the tell-tale 
swelling of his penis, she found ... nothing. No erection, no excitement, no 
anything! 

Niven couldn't believe it. At first she thought Phillip might be a fag, 
totally unable to become aroused by a woman. He had said very little, 
answering her questions about his music in the most condescending tones, 
with an occasional interjection of his own. As she turned her lush, lovely 
body so that he could see the deep-clefted valley of her breasts, she found 
that he was not even looking at them. 

And he was not looking at them quite naturally, as though he really didn't 
want to touch them, hold them, take them in his hands and mouth and suck on 
her nipples until they threatened to burst. When she kissed him lightly on 
his cheek, hoping that he was merely afraid of fucking her with his wife and 
her husband in the same house, he stood up and actually glowered at her. 

For a long moment, Niven wondered if she had done something wrong. When he 
finally spoke about her, instead of his music, his voice was dripping with 
near-venom. 

"You women are all alike," he said. "You and Susan can only think of one 
thing." 

"What's that, Lover?" she said coolly, hoping that she might be able to get 
him interested in her still. She had worked herself to a state of arousal 
with her teasing, slight though it had been, and she could feel her vagina 
tingling, anticipation a living thing between her firm, shapely thighs. 

"Sex," Phillip told her, as though he were speaking about garbage. "All you 
and Susan want is to fuck, as though there weren't another thing in the 
world." 

"Well ... what's the matter with that?" she asked soothingly, standing 
herself and coming up in front of him. She brought her arms up and around 
his neck, drawing his head close to hers. 

"There are more important things besides sex," he said, pulling away from 
her, not in fear, but in actual anger. "Christ, I've had all the sex I need 
for a good month, and I had it a couple days ago. I don't need anymore, and 
I certainly don't want any." 

Niven narrowed her eyes and stared at this man. He couldn't be serious. He 
just couldn't be! How could a woman like Susan have married a man like this? 
He just wasn't normal. No man who thought like that could be normal. For the 
last thousand years, it had been known that sex was the most important thing 
to humanity ... more important than food and water. The sex drive was 
something that went against all reason, and the only time problems occurred 
was when this perfectly natural drive was suppressed by senseless laws and 
stupid morals. 

And here, in her very room, standing so close to her that she could reach 
out and touch him, was a man who spoke of sex as though it was some sort of 
disease to be avoided at all costs. 

It didn't make any sense! 

"How did you ever come to that crazy idea?" she asked, still believing at 
that point that he was just trying to hide his fear ... the fear everyone 
has every now and then. 

"Sex interferes with my work," he told her. "Sex is something I just don't 
have time for. I prefer to spend my energy in something more productive." 

Niven's shoulders slumped as this self-righteous ass-hole stood in her home 
and told her that she was, in effect, wasting her time. 

"Is that how you treat your wife?" she asked when she was able to regain her 
senses. "Do you tell her things like that, hoping that you can make her 
become as warped as you are?" 

"I don't think I'm the least bit warped," he snapped back. "I think the rest 
of the world is warped. If people would screw less and work more..." 

"Hold it right there, you castrated ass-hole," she seethed, seeing that he 
actually believed what he was telling her. "My husband and I fuck as much as 
we can, and I would hardly call us non-working people. Both of us use sex as 
recreation ... something that can be enjoyed by two people at the same time 
... or three ... and sometimes four. Sex brings people closer together, and 
no one gets hurt from it." 

"I'm surprised that you feel like that," Phillip said, lifting his eyebrows 
as though he were talking down to her. "Susan and I find that we really 
don't need sex as much as you seem to think we do. There are times when 
Susan weakens a little, but I've managed to straighten her out those times. 
She thinks the same as I do ... sex is something necessary, but certainly 
not all that important." 

"Bullshit!" Niven said, turning around and trying to regain herself. She 
couldn't understand where he had gotten an idea like that. Anyone with a 
brain in his head could see that Susan was a normal woman with normal 
desires. What she was doing with a limp cock like Phillip was beyond Niven's 
understanding. 

Phillip shrugged his shoulders at Niven's exclamation, deciding that he 
wasn't going to make her see his point. And he had figured someone with as 
much class and knowledge as Niven to see what he was driving at! 

"I find this whole "new morality" thing quite useless and wasteful," he 
continued, acting as though he was her father trying to leach her something 
about life. 

"Oh, do you?" she said, spinning around and glowering at him. She felt sorry 
for him, thinking the way he did. She felt even more sorry for Susan, 
knowing now what that sweet, young girl had been putting up with for so 
long. But she was, for the most part, totally pissed. Here she was, as 
aroused as she had ever been, and she could see that this handsome little 
fucker wasn't going to do anything for her. He was nothing more than a 
pompous ass ... an intellectual creep who probably didn't even masturbate. 
She had come up against moral thinking before, but this ... this was a 
thousand times worse. Thank God there weren't many people who thought like 
he did! 

"That's right," he said, smiling at the fact that he had kept his cool while 
she had exploded in front of him. "And Susan thinks the same thing." 

"You'd like to believe she does, wouldn't you?" she said, walking from the 
center of the room to one wall. "You would really like to think that you've 
managed to chain your wife to a life of total hopelessness, wouldn't you?" 

"I haven't chained her to anything," Phillip said with an amazing amount of 
self-assuredness. "She has decided that my way of thinking is correct." 

Niven chuckled twice, and reached under one of the bookshelves on the wall. 

"Suppose we take a little look at your wife and see if she has," Niven said. 
She pressed a button under the shelf, and Phillip watched as the entire wall 
began to rise. 

Behind the wall was a huge two-way mirror. Often, at their larger parties, 
Niven and her husband would send a couple of people into the "special" 
bedroom, allowing them to perform while the rest of the guests watched. They 
had learned two things from this little game. One was that people liked 
watching their friends fucking each other silly. The other was, 
surprisingly, that many of their friends like performing in front of other 
people. It was almost as though the people fucking knew that were giving a 
show, and would do much better if they thought they were under some sort of 
scrutiny. Very often, people who knew about the room would request to go in, 
never knowing when the wall would be raised, and therefore doing their very 
best for the entire time they were in there. Perhaps it was for that reason 
that who ever was in there came out, staggering with a lustful intoxication, 
often unable to stand for long hours while the after shocks of fucking 
passed again and again through their bodies. 

As the wall disappeared into the ceiling, Phillip watched with increasing 
interest, then his eyes began to bug, while his jaw fell loosely open and 
something knotted and twisted inside him. His whole concept of reality began 
to fall apart as his eyes focused on the amazing scene. He never thought 
Susan would be doing something like this. Even though when they were first 
married he would fuck her from sun down to sun up, he never dreamed that she 
would do anything like she was right now. 

His wife and her boss were sucking each other like a couple of animals, her 
cunt pressed tightly against his mouth while she acted as though she 
couldn't get enough of his cock into her throat. 

"I'll bet you've forgotten what fucking like this was like," Niven said as 
she watched the scene as intensely as Phillip. "I'll bet you used to be 
pretty good, Phil. But no any longer. Now you're nothing but a limp cock, 
fit for pissing, if that much..." 

* * * 

Richard Merril was well aware that the luscious secretary writhing and 
straining beneath him was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each 
squirming movement and response of her sweating, totally impassioned body 
telegraphed the event to his mind. Shit ... what a delicious gem-in-the-raw 
she was. and he intended to make sure that he got every chance to polish 
her. He knew this was only the beginning of a wonderful relationship, what 
with her working in his office and all. The way she was sucking his 
throbbing cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her 
salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his fucking mind. Shit 
... she was going to cum all right ... and again and again and again, so 
that she would never forget who had made this possible... 

Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his swollen penis and cried: "Oh, damn, 
lover ... lover...! Keep doing it. Keep sucking! I'm cumming and cumming and 
cumming! Oh God! God ! Please ... squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can 
taste and swallow it! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...! Don't stop! Lick my cunt 
while I suck you off ... ! " 

Merril felt her hot mouth once again envelop his thick hardness. Her eager 
lips and wanton plea were both too much for him. He felt his sperm building 
so hotly down in his balls that the rumblings and fermentings were not to by 
denied. Shit he wished it could go on and on, but he had one consolation ... 
this wasn't the end. This was only the beginning. 

Susan had no conception of time, space or individuals. Her series of 
climaxes had completely destroyed reality for her, and she was cumming again 
... and again ... Oooooohhhhh ... good GOD! Her soft, sensuous body felt as 
though it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething 
cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times ... but 
then, she felt the older man's loins jerk above her face, the massive 
rubbery head of his long, heavy cock swelling in her voraciously sucking 
mouth ... and suddenly it came! 

She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into the 
back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming, creamy liquid, gush 
after gush of the hot, sweet male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive 
tremors of her own nakedly lurching loins and hips as her umpteenth climax 
erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful bliss. 

Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep in her 
throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking almost 
fiendishly, her adam's apple bobbing lewdly, frothing remnants bubbling out 
around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and swallowed the flood of 
nectarous semen squirting into the warm, receptive shelter of her mouth... 

Phillip couldn't believe what he was seeing. He never thought that Susan 
would actually do something like this, with him or anyone else. Even though 
she had come to him several times, asking, almost demanding, that he fuck 
her, he always thought that she believed as he did ... that sex was 
something special ... something should be reserved only for those times when 
it was impossible to avoid, as it had been for him earlier in the week. He 
had come to that conclusion early in his marriage, when he found that his 
work was falling behind, due to Susan's constant sex-drive. 

He never thought that .a woman with the potential Susan seemed to. have 
would be doing this ... sucking another man's cock dry while she pleaded 
with him to keep sucking her cunt. His lovely brown-haired wife was writhing 
and squirming her loins up tight against her boss's mouth as though she were 
trying to force her entire body down his throat. Even as he watched, he saw 
the freely-flowing juices of his wife's passion wash over Merril's face and 
trickle down his chin. 

That fucking banker ... that cunt-sucking son-of-a-bitch, Phillip thought. 
This was all a plan. He wasn't any better than the rest of the people like 
him. All he was interested was just another pussy. He didn't care one bit 
about Phillip and his music, the musician decided. Everything he had said 
had been leading up to this moment, when he could shoot his heavy load of 
sperm into Susan's mouth while he licked and slavered over his wife's 
vagina. 

But what bothered Phillip the most was that Susan actually seemed to be 
enjoying it! That thought alone was enough to let Phillip know that he had 
been wrong about Susan. She was hardly the warm, sensitive person he thought 
her to be. She was little more than just another woman, determined to have 
the pleasures of life without wanting to suffer, as he did. 

"So, you limp cock," Niven taunted as she fixed her eyes on the scene 
presented to her. She would never forgive Phillip for what he had done to 
her. Niven really thought that she would be writhing and moaning on the 
floor in the same ecstasy Susan was, but no matter what she did to Phillip, 
she knew now that he would never make her happy or satisfied. She would have 
to wait until she could have her husband alone for that. "What do you think 
of your stupid ideas now? Never mind ... don't answer. You think that your 
wife is nothing more than a common slut, right?" 

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Phillip said coldly. 
"And I'll thank you to keep your slutish nose out of my private affairs." 

Niven chuckled. She had a pretty good idea what Susan would be going through 
in a couple of hours. Phillip would demand that they leave and the husband, 
such as he was, would really light into Susan for what she had done. 
Everything was up to Susan. She could sit back and take it, destroying her 
own future for Phillip's, or she could stand up to him once and for all, and 
tell him that she had had enough of being treated like a toy, someone to be 
used at another person's convenience. 

From what Niven had seen of the lovely young woman, she really couldn't make 
a judgment about what the young woman would do. She hoped that she would 
tell Phillip that she had had enough ... or hadn't had enough, Niven 
corrected herself silently. She really hoped that she would tell Phillip to 
go fuck himself, if he could. If only for her own revenge, revenge for the 
way Phillip had been to her all evening... 

* * * 

"Are you bullshitting me?? " Merril asked when he and his wife were finally 
alone. Susan and Phillip had managed to catch the last bus to San Francisco, 
Phillip complaining of a splitting headache. "You mean he didn't even make a 
grab for those breasts of yours?" 

"I couldn't believe it," Niven said, gritting her teeth in anger. "I did 
everything but strip for him, and I didn't do that because I have some 
pride. If I thought it would have done any good, I would have raped him, but 
I don't think his cock is capable of an erection." 

"Shit, love, no wonder Susan was so willing and eager. I'll bet she hasn't 
had her sweet little cunt satisfied in months." 

"No need to rub it in, Lover," Niven said with some despair. "I could see 
everything you and that young secretary were doing. How do you think it made 
me feel ... seeing her get everything I wanted, and knowing that I would 
have to wait until I got you alone?" 

"I'll bet it made you feel pretty pissed off." 

"Pissed off is something of an understatement," she told him as she circled 
her arms around his neck. "I could feel my cunt tingling as soon as you and 
Susan left on that cute little tour you gave her. Just being alone with that 
husband of hers made me think that someone like him could really show a 
woman a good time. And when I lifted up that section of the wall, I really 
thought I could shock him into something ... anything. I would have settled 
for a kiss at that point." 

"Is your pussy still tingling," he asked her, moving his hands around her 
waist and sliding them down to her firm, well-rounded buttocks. 

"You better believe it. Lover," she said. "I never thought I would admit it, 
but I was glad to sec the two of them leave." 

"Is that so?" 

"You better believe it," Niven said, bringing her face close to his, then 
brushing her lips lightly along his cheek. "I was pretty certain that I 
wouldn't get anything until I had you all to myself." 

"I'll bet you thought this would be the first night you cunt wouldn't be 
satisfied in all the years we've been married," Merril joked. 

"Oh ... I wouldn't have let things go that far," Niven teased. "If worse 
came to worse, I would have joined you and Susan in that room. I'm certain 
you can still take care of two woman at the same time." 

"So am I, cunty-love," her husband said as he pulled her tightly against his 
loins so she could feel the massiveness of his swollen penis. "So am I ... " 

* * * 

The bus was totally deserted, except for Susan, Phillip, and the driver. 
Susan couldn't remember a time when she was so angry. She had fully expected 
that Phillip and she would have stayed over night in the huge, plush home of 
her boss. That had been the plan, and God knew there were plenty of 
bedrooms. Susan had seen no reason for them to try and hurry home in the 
dead of night taking the hour bus trip just so Phillip could sleep in his 
own bed. 

His headache story was something Susan could not believe. Something had 
happened to make him want to get out of the house as quickly as possible. 

Even as she sat next to him, taking his icy silence in stride, since it was 
more his nature than not, she found it hard to feel guilty for what she and 
Richard had done. His cunt-sucking had been so wonderful and fulfilling that 
she wished they could have stayed forever in that room. God knows that now 
even Phillip, when he decided that he would do something like sexually 
satisfy her, could make her cum like that. 

As the trip reached its half-way point, Susan decided that she would try and 
find out what was really bothering her husband. She knew how to approach the 
subject, and she tried to gear her mind for the task. 

"So ... did you and Niven have a nice little talk about your concert?" she 
asked. 

Phillip merely grunted and smiled slightly, as though he were keeping a 
deep, dark secret. 

"Just what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, anticipating a scene and 
looking around to see if the driver would become a listener to their 
conversation. 

"All right, Susan," Phillip answered in his condescending tone. "Suppose we 
stop playing games with each other. That boss of yours had a pretty good 
time at your expense." 

While Phillip stared out the window at the passing scenery, Susan looked at 
him. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though he knew something about 
what Richard and she had done in that wonderful room. 

"I'll agree to stop playing games," she said, "as long as you will. Suppose 
you come up front for once in your life and tell me what's bothering you." 

She felt totally secure in her position. She had been with Richard and Niven 
all the while Phillip had been, and there was no way her husband could 
possibly know what had happened ... was there? 

Phillip took a long breath, sighed, and then looked his wife full in the 
face. 

"Let's just say that I know all about that little romp you and Merril had. I 
saw you squirming and thrashing like there was no tomorrow." 

Susan pulled back, fear gripping her belly tightly, tying it into knots. But 
the look on Phillip's face was not what she would have expected. This was 
the first time she had every strayed from her marriage vows, though God knew 
there were times when it had taken every ounce of her strength to keep them. 
She would have expected Phillip to be livid with rage. She had no doubt that 
he had seen what had happened between her and Richard. How he had seen that, 
she didn't know, but he knew, and there was no point in questioning it. It 
was as much his fault as it was hers ... maybe even more. 

"All right, so what of it?" she snapped. "If you would start treating me 
like a wife..." 

"I'm disappointed in you, Susan," Phillip said in a hurt voice. "I would 
have thought that you were above all that." 

"Above all what? Having a little fun? Getting those things any normal woman 
wants and needs? If you weren't such a sexless machine..." 

"Shhhhhhhhhh..." Phillip chided her. "Do you want the driver to know 
everything about our private life? The way we live our life is between us 
and us alone." 

"Bullshit," Susan snapped. "We don't have a life together. You live in one 
world, and I live in another. And I happen to think that mine is the more 
real." 

Phillip rolled his eyes upward as he turned to face her. 

"Please," he said, "You seem to have forgotten that I am the one who is 
going to make it possible for us to live at all." 

"I'm tired of hearing that," Susan seethed. She was getting pretty sick of 
hearing Phillip telling her that someday, in the future, he would be the one 
supporting her, instead of the other way around. He was acting as though he 
owned her, even though he was holding up none of his end of the marriage 
vows he had taken. 

"Well you're going to be hearing a lot more of it," Phillip snapped back. 
"I've been thinking about what happened at the Merril home, and I've decided 
that no matter what they tell me, I'm not going to give a concert for them. 
We don't need their kind." 

Susan's mouth hung slack. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did 
Phillip actually mean to tell her that even if he were paid for his work, he 
wouldn't give a concert? 

"Let me tell you something, Phil," she said, knowing that she would get his 
attention by using a nick-name instead of what he preferred. She smiled as 
she watched him stiffen. "I went through a lot to get you a meeting with 
people who could give you what you say you want. I'll admit, I enjoyed some 
of it, but I still did it for you. I'm hot going to have you throw it away 
because you don't like it." 

"Don't try and tell me what to do with my life," Phillip warned. "You are in 
no position to tell me anything. I should have known..." 

"I've had enough of you and your little boy antics," Susan interrupted. "If 
you aren't going to make an effort for yourself from now on, I'm just going 
to cut you off." 

"Really?" Phillip said, raising his eye-brows as though he didn't think 
Susan was capable of something like that. "Well, suppose I just take you at 
your word on that one. I don't think you can make it alone. I think you 
really need me to show you the finer things in life." 

"That's a laugh." 

"Is it? Well, suppose we just see how funny it really is." 

With that, Phillip forced himself out of his window seat and stood in the 
aisle. "I'm getting off right here, Susan. You're such a child, I'm certain 
you won't be able to find your way home from the bus stop without me. I have 
some money, and with my guitar, I'll be making a lot more." 

Susan started to get out of her seat to stop him, then thought the better of 
it. She looked around out the window at the passing scenery. like many 
busses that went north of the city, this one was on a lonely stretch of the 
free-way. If Phillip got off here, he would be in an area where there were 
few phone booths, few people, not much of anything but passing cars. 

"Okay," she said. "Suppose you tell the driver to let you off right here. 
We'll see which one of us can make it without the other." 

"I'm warning you, Susan. If you don't apologize for the way you've been 
treating me, you'll never see me again." 

"Promises, promises." 

Phillip bit on his lower lip as he stared at his wife. Then making his 
decision, he picked up his guitar from the empty seat on the other side of 
the aisle and walked to the front of the bus. She could hear Phillip trying 
to convince the driver, who must have heard everything they were shouting at 
each other, to stop the bus right then and there and let him off. The driver 
was trying to tell him that it was illegal for him to stop on a free-way 
where there was no place for him, but Phillip was so insistent that the 
driver finally relented. 

He pulled the bus over to the shoulder, opened the door and Phillip 
descended, holding his guitar case and looking around. 

As the bus started up again, Susan made a determined effort not to look at 
her husband, and failed. In the darkness of the night, she saw him walk to 
the edge of the road and put out his thumb at a passing car. She was 
actually happy when the car passed him by. 

"We'll see who's the adult and the child," she said to herself. 

Then she felt tears welling up in her eyes ... tears that she knew she would 
never be able to hold back until she got to her apartment. Even though 
Phillip had never done a thing for her, the security of having someone with 
her at all times was something she had gotten used to, and she began to feel 
an emptiness and loneliness she never thought she would feel. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

I was early Saturday morning when a tear-streaked Susan stood in front of 
her half-brother's home in San Francisco. She looked at the buzzer for his 
apartment, almost afraid to press it. 

When she had gotten home the night before, she entered an empty home. 
Without the music of her husband filling his room, she felt different than 
she ever had in her entire life. It was hard for her to believe that Phillip 
could walk out on her like that. like a pain in her side that had suddenly 
been removed, she found that she was doing little things to try and make the 
pain come back. She hadn't slept at all that night, tossing and turning in 
bed as she listened for the sounds of Phillip's footsteps coming up the 
stairs ... sounds that never came. 

When the sun finally came up, she realized that he would never come back to 
her. Not that she had expected him to, but hope is something that springs 
eternal from the human breast. She didn't even want him to come back to her. 
That was the crazy thing about it. He was a cold, arrogant son of a bitch 
who, except for the first few weeks of their marriage, had treated her with 
nothing but coldness and hear loathing. She had done so many things for him, 
and he had given her so little in return. 

But even as she told herself that she was much better off without him, she 
could not deny the emotions which had formed deep within her during their 
two years together. Emotions which had been largely unfulfilled, to be sure, 
but even though she knew that, reason was something that would have to wait 
until she had a good cry. 

And she had had a good cry. All night, she had let her emotions flow from 
her, crying over something she knew she should be happy about. 

She was free. When the sun came up, she knew that even if Phillip came 
begging to her, crawling on his hands and knees up the stairs, she would 
never let him enter her life again. He would never change. He would always 
be the same person he had become over the last two years. 

Finally, after several hours of tears, she stopped. Her pillow was soaked 
with her tears, her bed sheets were rumpled, her body was covered in a sheen 
of perspiration, but she was finished. It was time, she thought as the 
morning sun came up, to start her life afresh. 

She wanted to talk to someone ... anyone, really, but someone who she knew 
would give her that little bit of support she needed. Just someone who would 
put an arm around her and tell her that everything was going to be all 
right. 

That was all she wanted. Even though she knew it, the positive 
re-enforcement would be the icing on the cake. 

The streets were virtually empty as the morning fog started to blow away. 
Glancing at her wrist watch, she saw that it was barely eight o'clock. She 
wondered if her brother would be even awake. She doubted it. He was the kind 
of person who would probably stay up all through the night with a woman. 

But if Susan could be doing this after her sleepless night, then her brother 
would be able to help her. She was certainly no stronger than he was... 

Allen had just drifted off to sleep. Beside him, lovely in her nakedness, 
was Candy Morgon, one of the new workers on his construction sight. The 
lovely pert little blonde was working to get enough money to put herself 
through school, and when she had first come to Allen asking for a job in 
construction, he had nearly doubled over laughing. She couldn't be more than 
five feet three inches, and her trim, lithe form made him wonder if she 
would be able to handle the physical work he would demand on his job. 

Almost as a joke, he had offered her the job, believing that in a matter of 
hours, she would see that she was not cut out for the hard work. 

He had been wrong. That had been late Wednesday, and she had proven that she 
could handle anything any of the men on the cite could. 

And she was every inch a woman too, as Allen was quick to find out. When the 
final whistle blew that afternoon, Allen approached her, and found her to be 
one of the most totally receptive women he had ever met. 

Out went the woman he was living with ... things had been getting a little 
tight anyway, and in moved Candy. She smiled when she told him that sharing 
the expenses for an apartment would be to her financial advantage, as would 
the sexual pleasures she was certain Allen could provide. 

She hadn't been wrong on that account. Both Candy and Allen found in each 
other a person with an insatiable sexual appetite and they would fuck each 
other, trying to make the other person collapse first. Thus far, it had been 
a draw, and the only reason she was asleep now was because Allen had stopped 
to light a cigarette. 

He had just butted his smoke and was ready to nap when his buzzer rang, 
piercing the loving silence of his room. 

"Damn," he said aloud. "Who would be coming here at this hour?" 

The sound of his voice stirred Candy, and she turned on her stomach, the 
taut nipples of her lovely 'breasts pressing delightfully against Allen's 
naked chest. As he lay in bed, hoping that whoever was at his door would go 
away, he could feel her hand inching along his legs toward his once again 
expanding penis. She brought one tapered leg over his, letting him sense the 
wetness of her vagina pressed against his upper thigh. The tight kinky mound 
of her straw-colored pussy hair tickled his leg, and the warm viscosity of 
her flowing cuntal lubrications let him know that her brief nap was all she 
needed to begin yet another round on sexual pleasure. 

He encircled her in his right arm, letting his hand move lightly along the 
smooth softness of her back to her firm little buttocks, remembering with 
delight how they had relaxed against his loins right before he had rammed 
his massive penis into her rubbery anal passage several hours ago ... right 
after she thought she had sucked him dry. 

Again the buzzer sounded. Apparently, who ever was at the front door was not 
going to go away. 

"Listen kid," he said, pressing his lips to hers and thrilling as her tongue 
forced its way into his mouth before he had a chance to do the same to her. 
For a moment, he thought he would just let who ever it was at his door ring 
until they didn't have a finger left. Candy pulled her nakedness on top of 
him, grinding her seething pussy against the hard hotness of his erect cock 
in a slow revolving motion. He closed his eyes and felt her hands squeeze 
between their bodies to grasp and fondle his penis. 

Then his sense of duty came back to him. If he tried to ignore whoever was 
at the door, they might just keep ringing and ringing, making fucking 
impossible. 

"Listen, kid," he repeated. "It's probably just some sort of religious 
fanatic or something. I'll tell them to go fuck themselves and I'll be right 
up." 

Candy cooed her teasing disappointment, but she knew better than to try and 
stop him. She was thinking the same thing he was ... Fucking would be a lot 
better once who ever was at the door was sent away. 

He climbed out of bed, never letting his eyes leave her nakedness as she 
pulled herself to a sitting position. The sheet fell from her body to her 
cuntal mound as she did so, and Allen could feel his mouth watering at the 
sight of her breasts, apple-shaped, wide-spaced and topped with twin 
cherry-sized nipples already hard and excited. Her cream-colored flesh 
contrasted blatantly with the dark brown of her aureoles, and as she watched 
him slip into his robe, she revolved her body slightly, giving him a 
delightful profile of her mounds. 

"Your cock is showing through your robe," she teased, referring to the way 
his incredible erection tented the thin cloth of his robe at his loins. 

"All the better for who ever is at the door," he smiled. "I can just see the 
surprised face of some Jesus Freak when she sees an erection. Maybe I'll 
have her come up here and join us." 

"What makes you so sure it's a woman?" she asked, smiling in her little girl 
way. 

"This nose of mine can smell a cunt for miles," he answered opening his door 
and walking down the front stairs. 

As he came closer to the front door, he could see through the slightly 
opaque frosted glass that it was a woman standing there. He had thought 
about trying to will his cock limp for the occasion, but decided against it. 
He was pretty pissed off that he had been disturbed this early in the day, 
and he wanted what ever bitch-cunt was at the door to know why. 

All these thoughts passed instantly as he opened his door and saw his 
half-sister standing there. Something had to be wrong for her to come 
calling on him like this. 

In the back of his mind, he felt his penis deflate, but even as a momentary 
disappointment rippled over him, he brought himself around to the situation 
at hand. 

"Susan, what's the matter?" he asked, noting that her cheeks were streaked 
with tears, even though she had made an attempt to cover them with 
foundation. 

"Phillip left me," was all she could say as she stood, looking pitiful and 
helpless in his doorway. "We were coming back from my boss's home last night 
and he got out of the bus in the middle of the free-way. He said I would 
never see him again." 

Even though Allen had no great love for Phillip, he could see that his 
sister was upset. 

"I just had to talk to someone, and you were the only person I could think 
of." 

Allen sighed. Family before pleasure, he thought to himself. 

"Suppose you come upstairs where we can talk," he said. Then he added as an 
after thought, "I should tell you, though, I'm not alone." 

Susan didn't act as though she heard him. She lead him up the wide stairway 
and through the hall to his apartment, waiting until he caught up and opened 
the door for her. . 

When he did, Candy was sitting exactly as he had left her, the naked half of 
her lovely young body being the first thing Susan saw when she entered the 
messy bedroom. 

"Ooooo ... I'm sorry ... I didn't know ... I thought..." 

"Never mind," Allen soothed her. He made the necessary introductions, and 
was pleasantly surprised when Candy said that she understood, and even 
offered to make coffee for them while they talked. She slipped into a robe 
... one of Allen's rather than her own see-through, for Susan's benefit, and 
busied herself in the kitchen while Allen listened to his sister's story. 

He sat at the kitchen table in silence while his sister told him as much as 
she could about what had happened at the Merril home, and how Phillip had 
given her an ultimatum. 

"I thought something like this would happen," Allen told her, "though I must 
confess, I didn't know it would happen this soon. What would you like me to 
do?" 

Susan sighed. She knew she would be imposing on her brother with her 
request, but she had decided while she was standing and waiting for him to 
answer the door that she would do everything in her power to save what 
little there was left of her marriage. At least that way, she would know 
that there was nothing left that she would be worried about. 

"I want to go back to the Merril's home," she said, sounding as though she 
had reached a monumental decision. "I want to go back and tell them 
everything that happened, and let them decide if they still want to give 
Phillip a concert. And I can't do it alone, Allen. I want you to come with 
me." 

By this time, Candy had entered the kitchen, and was a silent observer. 

"I think you should just right this creep off," she said, sipping on her 
coffee. "Any man that walks out on a nice looking woman like you deserves to 
freeze his ass off on some free-way." 

Allen silenced her with a wave of his hand. That was exactly what fie had 
been thinking, but he knew that Susan would never be able to live with 
herself until she had done everything in her power to get her husband's 
future secure. 

"All right, I'll go," he told Susan, hoping that his own opinion of the idea 
would not show through in his voice. "Candy, this should only take a couple 
of hours. Why don't you get some sleep. I want you hot and ready when I get 
back." 

"Lover, I'm hot and ready right now. I want you here." 

Allen smiled and made a gesture with his hands in the air. 

"Susan's family, Candy," he said, knowing that the young blonde woman would 
be waiting for him when he got back. "Duty calls." 

Candy sighed, finding it hard to dislike Susan for this intrusion into her 
life. While Allen dressed and fumbled through his dirty pants for his car 
keys, she and Susan chatted lightly about Phillip and his career as a 
musician. The more Susan talked about Phillip, the less Candy liked him. 
She, like everyone else who had met the man, couldn't understand why Susan 
would put herself out like this for him, but who was she to question another 
person's actions? 

* * * 

The ride to Merril's home was silent and uneventful. Allen tried to draw 
Susan out in conversation, but he found that she really didn't want to talk. 
Several times he told her that she would do pretty good for herself, now 
that she didn't have to worry about keeping Phillip happy. While outwardly 
she didn't seem all that upset, Allen knew his sister well enough to know 
that she was on the verge of tears again. When she told him that she had 
been up all night, he understood. If she got a good night's sleep, she would 
be a lot better. At the moment, she was tired and confused, two things 
which, together, make thinking impossible. Hell ... he was just tired and 
his mind was still a little fuzzy. 

When they pulled into the driveway of the Merril home, Allen didn't really 
know what Susan had in mind. He thought that she might just run in there and 
tell the Merril's what had happened, and ask them if the concert was still 
on. He knew one thing ... he didn't relish the idea of going in himself. 
That was one thing ... the only thing ... he and Phillip shared: their 
contempt for the rich bitches of the world. 

He sighed as Susan opened her door. Then he turned off his motor and 
followed her. He had to admit one thing ... the Merrils really knew how to 
live. Their home looked as though they had spared no expense. It was lavish, 
and ultra-modern. It looked as though it was exceptionally well built, and 
not at all like the cheap houses that many people will spend lavish amounts 
of money on. Allen's trained eye could tell that this house would no doubt 
outlast his own life. This was something of a novelty these days, and 
already Allen began to think that he had misinterpreted the Merrils. Their 
home told him a lot ... they were good solid people, even if they were 
bankers. 

As far as Susan was concerned, seeing the Merril home in the bright light of 
day was like seeing it for the first time. Though she didn't have Allen's 
trained eye for such things, she could see as well as her brother that the 
house was beautiful ... almost a throw-back to a time when the rich really 
knew how to live well ... a time when the wealthy took full advantage of 
their good fortune. She hadn't really seen the outside last night, as it had 
gotten dark by the time she, Phillip and Richard had arrived. She took a 
little while to admire the eye-pleasing design of the house. 

While she was standing in the drive-way, the front door opened, and Richard 
Merril was standing there, dressed in a casual robe and holding a glass of 
orange juice in his hand. He was genuinely shocked to see Susan at his home 
so soon, shocked but pleasantly surprised. Even before she spoke, he could 
feel his cock give a distinctive lurch under his robe. 

Then he saw that she was with someone, and he decided that he would 
underplay his hand a little. He didn't know who this guy was, but he looked 
as though he wanted to make trouble, and was just looking for an excuse to 
start something. 

"Susan," Merril called out as he left his home and joined the two in the 
driveway. "What a pleasant surprise. What do I owe the honor..." 

Susan stopped him. 

"Phillip has left me," she said quickly. "When we were going home on the bus 
last night, he told the driver to stop and let him off. He didn't come home 
at all during the night." 

Merril could see that she was upset, and with the guy she had brought 
standing next to her, he decided that he would act against his feelings, 
which were to cradle her in his arms in a loving manner and then fuck her. 
But he couldn't do that just yet. In a little while, after he had felt out 
the man she had brought, perhaps. 

Susan introduced her brother to her boss, and Merril suggested they go 
inside and talk. They were met at the door by Niven, whose eyes immediately 
swept from Susan to the man she introduced as Allen, her half-brother. Niven 
could see at a glance that this man was totally different than Phillip ... 
that Allen would really know what a good time was, and wouldn't hesitate to 
show her. 

But there was something in his manner ... something that told her that she 
would have to handle this one a little differently than she had handled 
people who were of her class. 

Allen seemed to be almost as contemptuous as Phillip had been. Even as she 
blatantly eyed him up and down while Susan and Richard talked in another 
part of the room, she was certain that she detected something of a sneer on 
the handsome, rugged man's lips. 

She wasn't wrong. Allen, even though he found Niven surprisingly attractive, 
couldn't hide his feelings for the rich people. He had dealt with them 
before, and he never liked being with them. 

Still, Niven was a really good looking woman. He told himself that it was 
only because of her money that she was able to maintain her youthful 
appearance ... that if she had to live like most of the people, she would be 
wrinkled and double-chinned. Even as he looked at her, he could feel his 
cock expanding at the thought of getting his penis between , her legs. If he 
hadn't been told that she and Merril were the same age, he would have 
thought that she was a young girl, fresh out of college. Her delightfully 
styled hair, young, flawless flesh and firm shapely features reminded him so 
much of Candy, waiting in her nakedness back at his apartment, that all he 
wanted to do was finish up the business at hand as soon as possible and get 
back to her. 

While Allen and Niven pretended to ignore each other, Richard Merril and 
Susan talked some about Phillip, the concert and the future in general. 
While Merril listened, he formed a plan in his mind. His wife had complained 
most of the night that she wanted nothing more than to wring Phillip's neck 
for leaving her unsatisfied like he had. As Susan unfolded this and that 
about Phillip's leaving, becoming more and more upset, Merril found that a 
plan was developing in his mind. 

He was going to fuck this hot little cunt again. That was a foregone 
conclusion. But how? How? ... 

Then he had it. All he had to do was get Niven in on it, and he was certain 
that she would go for what he had in mind. After all, as far as his wife was 
concerned, a good fucking was a good fucking, no matter who gave it to her. 

"Wait one moment, Susan," Merril said, putting his hand on her shoulder to 
calm her down. "I want to talk to Niven about something." 

Hearing her voice mentioned. Niven managed to pull her suggestive looking 
eyes away from the handsome construction worker standing within arm's reach. 

"Love," Merril said as he drew Niven off to one side, "when was the last 
time you really had a good fucking?" 

"Silly question," she said, giving him a teasing smile. "It was something 
like half an hour ago, just before these two came." 

"Do you think you're ready for another one?" 

"That's another silly question," she said, turning her head so that she 
could watch Allen out of the corner of her eye. "I'm always ready for a good 
fucking." 

"I thought so. Now listen. Allen there is really interested in this place as 
a construction worker. I'm really interested in Susan as a cunt, and I can 
tell that you're really interested in Allen's cock." 

"So what else is new?" she asked, feeling her vagina tingle at the thought 
that this time, she was not going to be denied. 

"So this ... suppose you take Mr. Big-balls over there on a little tour of 
the place ... sort of show him around a little. I'll bet you get his penis 
into you in a matter of minutes." 

Then he told her the rest of his plan, and he smiled when he saw her face 
light up. 

"So you approve?" 

"But of course," she said. 

"Good. Then we'll both get something we want. Susan was hell on my rod last 
night, but she's acting now as though that didn't happen. I don't think she 
fully understands what an open marriage is all about, and I think it would 
be to everyone's benefit to show her." 

Niven nodded. "Shall we begin right away?" 

"The sooner the better," her husband said. "She's no good to anyone now, 
with her all upset like she is." 

Niven squealed her delight, and then joined the couple on the other side of 
the room. 

"Allen," she said in a low, throaty voice, "Merril would like to talk to 
Susan alone about Phillip and the concert. Something about how he's already 
started getting things going. Suppose you and I take a little walk. I can 
show you the grounds we have here. I understand you're into things like 
that." 

Allen looked at his sister, who told him that everything would be all right. 
Susan was pretty happy that she would have a chance to be alone with 
Richard. The older man was so kind and understanding. She hadn't realized 
how much affection she felt for him, but he would make everything better ... 
she just knew he would. 

While Allen didn't like the idea of being alone with a rich woman, he 
decided that he would leave for the sake of his sister. After all, there 
wasn't very much he could offer her other than moral support, and he really 
believed that Susan and Merril had some details to take care of. 

As Niven lead Allen out the door and into the huge, finely kept front lawn, 
he mentally cursed Phillip for putting not only his sister through hell, but 
himself as well, The last thing he wanted to do was go wandering about this 
place with Niven Merril... 

* * * 

The grounds were huge. According to Niven, much of the area had been zoned 
for exactly what it was right now ... undeveloped land. There was a small 
clump of trees at the edge of their property, and although Allen had no real 
desire to enter them, preferring the feeling of concrete under his feet, 
that was exactly where Niven seemed to be taking him, under the pretense 
that the view of their house was much better from the woods. 

"You want to see this place in every possible light, don't you?" Niven had 
asked when Allen questioned where they were going. 

"Well ... yes, as a matter-of-fact," he admitted. The truth was, now that he 
was some distance from the home, he could see things he couldn't have 
noticed from close up. The building blended perfectly into the land, forming 
almost a picture post-card setting. 

The small forest was on top of a slight rise, and from him vantage point, 
Allen could look down into the slight depression where he saw that every one 
of the few homes that had been built in the area blended well. He was 
pleasantly amazed at the taste with which the homes had been built, and he 
told Niven as much. 

The older woman smiled. She could see that Allen was coming around ... 
breaking out of his mindless hatred for rich people. She had proven with her 
words that she was capable of understanding what it was like not to have 
everything money could buy. 

"After all," she said softly, drawing her body up against Allen's, "I wasn't 
always rich. And neither was Richard." 

As she spoke, Allen began to see her in a different light. He hadn't noticed 
it before, but she wore her clothes very well. When they had been in the 
house, her faded jeans and slightly wrinkled work-shirt had seemed to be 
more a mockery of poverty rather than something practical. And all during 
the walk, he had been more concerned with the view of the house, having 
decided that as lovely and young-looking as Niven was, he just wasn't going 
to have anything to do with her. 

Now, though, as she leaned her body against his tree, he could see that 
looked like a wild child of nature more than anything else. Her jeans fit 
her like a second skin, and her shirt did very little to hide the generous 
swell of her firm, hard breasts, which bobbed as she moved, evidence that 
she was not wearing a bra. 

"I wonder," she mused as she teasingly looked skyward. "When was the last 
time you really got stoned?" 

Allen looked at her in wonderment. "Just what do you mean by that?" he 
asked. 

"Well ... what would you say if I told you that you were leaning against a 
tree that had some of the best hash this side of the Mississippi?" 

"I would say you were crazy," he said, his voice telling her that he didn't 
believe it. It was unthinkable to him that someone as rich and as ... well 
... middle-aged ... as Niven would even think about things like that, let 
alone smoke it. He himself liked getting high, though he hadn't had the 
chance in recent days. 

"Suppose I reach into this tree and see," she said, thrusting her hand into 
a large hollow area and pulling out a massive chunk of hash, which was 
instantly recognized by Allen for what it was. 

"And, of course, we'll need a pipe as well," she said, reaching into the 
same area and producing one. 

"I don't believe it," Allen laughed. This woman was full of little 
surprises, and even though he still didn't like her all that much, he was 
beginning to soften his opinion some. She couldn't be all that bad if she 
was into things like getting high on hash. 

"Believe it," she told him as she sat on the ground and filled the pipe. He 
watched her in amazement as she did those things he would have thought were 
reserved for the younger people of this world. She filled the pipe as though 
she had been doing it every day of her life. Then she lit it, and after she 
had inhaled the thick white smoke and passed it to him, she explained what 
it was doing here, in the middle of no where. 

"There are times when some of the people who live in this area feel the need 
to unwind. We've pooled what we have, and we make sure that the supply stays 
at a goodly quantity. If you look carefully, you can see the remnants of 
some camp fires we've had up here. Sort of like having the best of both 
worlds in our own back yard." 

Allen took the pipe and smoked it, laughing to himself at what she was 
saying. He could see that he had figured these people all wrong. They were 
doing those very things he would do if he had as much money as they did. 
There was really no reason why they shouldn't have everything they wanted. 
He knew he did. Maybe if he worked a little harder ... or got on the good 
side of these people, instead of trying to make himself out to be better 
than they were. After all, a banker was one of the few people that could 
really influence the construction business. If Merril thought he was an okay 
Joe, things might come his way a lot easier. 

They smoked in silence, and Allen found that Niven wasn't joking when she 
said it was the best hash this side of the Mississippi. After only a couple 
of hits, he was as stoned as he had ever been, and the pipe wasn't even half 
empty yet. 

Niven smiled to herself as she could see the change rapidly coming over 
Allen. No, he wasn't anything at all like that creep Phillip. This one had 
potential, and she knew that she would be able to tap it. He was looking at 
her with more deliberation now, and she glanced at the front of his pants 
from beneath her lowered lids. She was certain that she could see his cock 
pulsing here, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser 
material out briefly. Her vaginal juices began to flow fast, and she knew 
that she was going to get what she had wanted so badly the night before. 
Getting Phillip aroused had been totally impossible. Getting Allen aroused 
... well ... that had already been accomplished. Now all that remained was 
putting that arousal to good use. 

Allen took another deep toke on the pipe, determined that if nothing else, 
he was going to take full advantage of this windfall. As the world around 
him became less and less defined, he sensed the nearness of the woman beside 
him, her deep hazel eyes fixing on his own brown ones every now and then in 
a knowing, suggestive glance. He began to wish he hadn't come with Susan, 
wished he had never seen this older woman. like Niven, he was aware that his 
cock was expanding in his pants, and he could feel the painful pressure of 
building sperm in his balls. The hash was beginning to have a heightening 
effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that 
the pounding of his heart seemed to fill the entire forest. He kept staring 
at Niven Merril, at her sultry face, at the kind of sex which seemed, 
suddenly, to drip from her, the full rich softness of her breasts, pushing 
out her shirt into pale blue mounds. Even as he tried to tell himself that 
such a thing was impossible, he wanted to reach out and tweak her nipples to 
hardness, just as he had with Candy only a few short hours ago. He wanted to 
cup and massage her tits and take each nippled into his mouth and show her 
what a real man was like. 

Allen felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant and complete hardness at this 
thought, and he tried to will it limp again. There was no point in even 
thinking that he would get into this lovely woman's tight pussy. She was 
married, and even though she seemed like a nice person all around now, he 
knew that rich people take a very dim few of a man fucking another man's 
wife. And he wanted to make sure that he stayed on Merril's good side for 
the future. Fucking his wife certainly wouldn't do that! 

Automatically, his eyes went to Niven's evenly tanned face, and he saw that 
she was looking directly at the bulge in his pants. 

"Why ... Allen!" she exclaimed in mock surprise, "you have an erection. Did 
you know that?" 

Allen was shocked, and he opened his mouth to say something, finding words 
impossible to form. He didn't like this changing of roles. Generally, he was 
the dominating partner. He called all the shots. Candy had said something 
about his erection when he had first met her, but that had been totally 
different. She was just as poor as Allen was ... or at least, not as wealthy 
and powerful as Niven. It had been something of a joke, and Allen could tell 
it right away. 

But this was no joke with Niven. 

"I'll bet you have a hard-on because you want to fuck me," Niven teased. 
"You want to put that big hard cock in my cunt and fill me with your cum, 
don't you. You want to fuck me and make rife cum as well, right?" 

Allen couldn't believe his ears. Sure, Niven had been making little teasing 
glances at him when they had been in the house, but he never thought in a 
million years that she would come right out and say something like that. For 
the first time in his life, he felt totally off-balance with a woman, and he 
didn't like the feeling one bit. 

Niven was having the time of her life with Allen. The slight frustration she 
had felt with Phillip the night before was making her more bold than she 
would have imagined herself capable, but she was determined that she would 
pull all stops. She wasn't sure, but she had a pretty good idea that her 
husband was making it again with that cute little secretary. 

NIVEN WASN'T GOING TO BE CHEATED OUT OF A FUCKING AGAIN ... TWICE IN LESS 
THAN TWENTY FOUR HOURS!! 

"Niven ... shit ... cut it out, will you?" Allen heard himself saying. He 
would never have said something like that to any other woman, but this was 
getting to be too much for him to handle. 

"Why, lover? My cunt's on fire right this moment, and the only thing it 
wants to eat is a big, thick cock ... your big, thick cock. I can see that 
you have one, and I want it, spewing cum all around inside my pussy." 

Then she reached out and touched his pants-encased penis. 

Allen nearly lept up and started to run as an electric shock of erotic 
delight rippled through him, but he was held transfixed by this sudden and 
unexpected turn of events. Niven stroked it lightly, tantalizingly, 
increasing the rhythm of her caresses. She moved closer to him and pressed 
the hot points of her breasts against his arm. Her lips found his jaw line 
and traced a pattern along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a 
path of fire along his skin as her hand continued to run over his greatly 
swollen penis. 

This was getting to be too much, and he had to tell her to stop before 
things got totally out of hand. 

"Niven ... for the love of ... " 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed, ignoring his protests. "You 
want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me ... you want to fuck me..." 

The words droned on and on and on, and Allen could feel what little resolve 
had had dissolving fast. She was so lovely, so firm, so demanding and 
exciting. He really hadn't met any woman like her before. She had Candy's 
body, but with all the experience and maturity that can only come with age. 

"Yes ... GODDAMN IT ... YES!" he yelled into the woods. He couldn't help 
himself. The combination of hash and the nearness of the woman touching his 
jerking cock was greater than he could resist. He didn't want to piss off 
her husband ... he didn't want to get himself into trouble ... but he 
couldn't help himself. 

And then his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into 
her mouth. Niven's hand began to move faster on his swollen, turgid shaft, 
and she sucked and nibbled on his tongue, swirling her won around and around 
his, darting into his mouth and then withdrawing it in an attitude of sexual 
copulation with her as the aggressor. As if with a will of its own, Allen's 
left hand came up and found her firm breast, squeezed and kneaded the hot, 
pliant flesh momentarily, then dipped inside her shirt to force open the top 
three buttons and bring her swollen mound into the open, exposing her 
desire-hardened nipple and dark-brown aureole. He could feel the wetness 
from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the hard tip of his 
cock as she continued to massage him through his pants with a practiced 
thoroughness. 

Then, suddenly, he remembered what he was doing. HE WAS ABOUT TO FUCK 
ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE ... RIGHT THERE ON HIS OWN PROPERTY!! ! WHAT IF MERRIL 
CAME OUT ... WITH HIS SISTER?? ? 

He pulled himself violently away from the lovely older woman, turning his 
body so that her hand left his bulging penis. His face was flushed with a 
brilliant crimson, mostly from the intense arousal she had brought upon him. 
He felt like a fucking teenager ... confused and uncertain about what he 
should do. If anyone had told him that he would feel like this with a woman, 
he would have told them they were crazy. 

He couldn't understand it! 

"What's the matter, Lover," Niven teased casually. She wasn't going to let 
anything stand in her way now. She should have forced herself on Phillip 
like this, but she was certain that it would have been useless with him 
Allen was was all set to come around, and she wasn't going to let him go. 
She was as aroused as he was, and she was going to have him. Period! 

Don't tell me that you're afraid my husband might catch us," she laughed. "I 
wouldn't worry about something like that. Both he and I fuck who we want ... 
when we want." 

Allen had heard about marriages like that, and had actually known one couple 
who tried it. It hadn't worked. Men were just too jealous. 

"Forget it, Niven," he said, trying and failing to make his voice stable and 
even. "You couldn't do anything that would make me believe that." 

'Oh, no?' she thought to herself. 'We'll see.' 

Allen pulled his body up to a standing position and took. several steps away 
from Niven. His heart was hammering violently in his chest, and he was aware 
that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum in his pants. He had 
only one thought on his mind. He would go to the house, get his sister and 
go back to San Francisco, where he was in command of things. At least he 
knew where he stood with Candy. She didn't play little games like Niven 
seemed to like. 

He was just starting to walk down the slight rise when he heard a voice from 
behind him whisper: "Allen?" 

He turned, wanting to tell her that she could just forget about him and his 
cock, but when he saw her the words froze in his throat. His mouth gaped 
open, and his eyes seemed to protrude with shock. 

Niven stood against the tree, completely naked. 

He knew that she had a lovely body, just from the way her tight clothes had 
fit her, but seeing her naked like this told him that, if anything, he had 
underestimated her. Her unbuttoned shirt was just dropping from her 
shoulders as he turned around, and her tight jeans were in a wrinkled puddle 
around her ankles. She took a step toward him, leaving her pants where they 
fell, and then she stood still, her luscious legs spread slightly, her head 
and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her 
mouth parted, the tip of her wet tongue showing kitten like. The moist, 
petal-like softly hair-fringed lips of her cunt were presented lustfully to 
his eyes, and the burnt-brown triangle of her pubic mound glistened 
invitingly in the late morning sunlight. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts 
seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and 
distended. Her long, slender legs were moist with the flowing juices of her 
passion-flowered cuntal mouth. 

"Well, Allen ... do you like what you see?" 

Allen couldn't say anything. He simply couldn't believe that anyone, even 
Niven, would go to such length to have someone fuck her, since she had the 
kind of body any man would kill to possess. He could only stare at her, at 
her completely salacious, wanton pose, and his cock began its maddening 
pulsations again. 

Slowly, slowly, Niven lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and 
pressed her fingertips to her delightfully curling pubic mound, slowly 
caressing herself down between her legs, nails glistening as they blazed a 
path through the thick silken hair. When her fingers reached the thin pink 
ribbon of her vaginal slit, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her right 
hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them gently apart, 
revealing the trembling erect bud of her eager clitoris to Allen's 
lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger, then, she traced up her pussy 
slit until the fingertip made contact with the miniature phallus. She 
tweaked it once ... twice ... sending more rivulets of vaginal lubrication 
trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at 
the lips of her vagina, and slipped easily inside, buried to the second 
knuckle. She withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid iting, 
fingerfucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger 
slid wetly in and out of her cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted 
her naked hips with delight at the sensations searing through her flesh from 
her own manipulations, Niven began to talk to Allen in a low, almost 
hypnotic voice. 

"I want you to fuck me, Allen. I want your cock more than I want my finger. 
I want to feel that huge penis of yours slipping into my cunt. I want you to 
fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " 

Allen had never seen anything like it. He couldn't believe that she was 
going to such pains for his penis. 

Niven was desperate. Twice she had come so close to getting a cock in her 
body, and while her husband's the night before had been totally adequate, 
she wanted more. She wanted to feel this hulk of a man on top of her, 
fucking into her with all his strength. She wanted Allen to fuck her more 
than she wanted life itself, and she was determined that she would have him 
... even if it killed her. 

She could feel the strength leaving her knees as she fingered her tingling 
vagina in a standing position. Her hand was gleaming with a thick, viscous 
coating Of her cuntal juices, and she could tell that she was near orgasm. 
If only Allen would come to her... 

And then she felt him. Her eyes had closed, and when she opened them, she 
could see him walking towards her, his hands fumbling with his belt, 
unbuckling it as he walked. She felt his hand grip her hand and pull it from 
her cuntal sluce with a wet sucking sound. She felt his lips brushing down 
hard on hers, and she moved her cum-soaked hand to his pants, pulling them 
open as though her very existence depended on getting him as naked as she 
was. 

And finally, he was, and she looked down between their bodies to see his 
thick, hard, erect penis jutting out from his loins. 

She heaved a sigh of relief, and she brought her arms around his muscular 
waist, pulling both of them to the ground in her desperation. 

"Oooooo ... Allen..." she managed to say in her passion-distorted voice, her 
eyes glued to his lust-swollen penis. "It's as big as I knew it would be ... 
bigger. Uummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... I can't wait for it to fill me with its cum. 
Hurry ... I want to feel your cock in me ... hurry... 

And she meant it! She couldn't remember a time when she had wanted a penis 
more in her life. She was totally beside herself now with the lust she had 
brought to her aching vagina, and there was only one thought on her mind. 
She no longer cared about what ever plan her husband had for Susan. She 
wanted the satisfaction of a penis in her cunt ... and she wanted it now! 

Allen no longer cared about being caught by her husband. He still didn't 
believe her story about their open marriage, but that didn't make any 
difference. He showered moist, hot kisses over the older woman's face and 
throat, into the warm valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the 
smooth hillocks of her ass, cupping them, squeezing them. She was breathing 
into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, 
racing along the sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched between 
their tightly clasped bodies again, locating the rock-hardness of his cock, 
and she heard him gasp as the searing tips of her fingers closed over the 
rigidness of his penis. Then his mouth closed over hers, and their tongues 
lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. Niven crushed 
the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis 
hard into him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling his astride her, opening 
her legs as wide as she could, her cunt flaring open, eagerly waiting for 
his entry. 

The lust-incited woman's hands were running wildly up and down along his 
body, tracing the hard muscles of his body, the cleft of his back, the 
tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he were some 
new toy she had just acquired. His cock rested hard against her thighs, 
trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. 
She reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with 
the full strength of her back, and with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips 
apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it 
slipped warmly off her thigh to lie full length in her warm, wet crevice, 
the cock-head resting deliciously against her achingly rigid clitoris. Then 
she relaxed, dropping her body back onto the ground, his penis trapped hotly 
between her soft, hot thighs. 

Allen decided that it was time for him to take command of the situation now, 
and he moved his hands between her shoulders and the ground, running them 
down along the smooth curves of her back and hips, making little purling 
sounds deep in his throat. The raised edges of her spine felt white-hot to 
him as she undulated her body hard against him in a slow, teasing tempo. The 
tenseness of the cords in her back pressed against the outside of his hips, 
and he wondered vaguely how they would grip him moments from now, when he 
had sent his hard piston-like cock fucking deep into her hot little belly. 

Niven's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their 
sharp path. Allen pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the 
fullness of her buttocks in his palms, pulling her seething pussy tight 
against him. He moved his cock up and down the fiery slit, delighting that 
he now had the upper hand. He sensed her vagina grow more and more wet as 
her passion seethed out of her. Her ass-cheeks began a more desperate motion 
or rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, suddenly 
her calves locking tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him to 
her. 

"Now ... please..." she mumbled, desperate in her passion. "Give me you 
cock. I want your cock in me. I have to have your penis.. she plead, making 
Allen feel a little better for having been able to turn the tables. 

Her daintily, moist hands circled around his lustfully palpitating cock and 
guided it up between the moist pink lips of her trembling pussy. Allen 
groaned like an animal as he felt her hands move his lust-swollen penis up 
and down between the lips of her sensitive vagina. The pressure in his balls 
was near torture now as she positioned his cock-head at the softly trembling 
opening to her hotly seeping cunt, and he knew that neither of them would be 
able to hold back another second. 

He flexed his hips with a sudden lunge that sent his huge, rock-hard shaft 
deep up into the hot, gaping mouth of her hungrily clasping vagina, drove it 
home wildly, his balls hammering wetly, loudly against the naked flesh of 
her upturned buttocks. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!! " she half screamed beneath him- 

Allen felt her soft elastic cuntal flesh slip wetly, hotly, along the full 
expanse of his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of 
her naked belly, its was well lubricated. Then, suddenly, his cock-head 
rammed hard against the sensitive end of her cervix as every single inch of 
his wildly spasming penis filled her. 

"Mmmmmm ... oooohhhhh...!" she mewled "Oooooo ... that's the way ... your 
cock is so large ... I can feel every inch of it ... 
uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm ... fuck me now ... now ... now..." 

Her wild abandoned cries caused the lust-enraged young man to grind his 
pelvis harder into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, fucking up into 
Niven with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her 
loins up at him, lifting both their bodies completely off the ground. She 
moaned and mewled wildly under his hard driving cock now, opening and 
closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan tempo. 
Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, 
insane abandon. 

"It's good ... it's good ... aaahhhhh ... the way to fuck," she panted. 
"Ooooohhhh ... shove your finger up my ass! Do it ... do it. I want your 
finger in my ass-hole...!" 

In slave-like obedience. Allen reached under her, between her wildly 
rotating buttocks as he drove his wildly pistoning shaft up into the 
steaming wetness of her openly trembling pussy. He stretched the roundly 
straining moons of her ass-cheeks wide with his hands, then dipped his 
middle finger toward her quivering anus and found it. A small warm stream of 
moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking 
so hard into her cunt. It lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he 
probed experimentally for a moment with his middle finger. Then he thrust 
forward hard, feeling the tight rubbery opening yield under the pressure, 
and give way completely. His middle finger slid right up to the palm of his 
hand into the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body 
upward to crash into his with a wet slapping sound at the sudden lancing 
pain, which disappeared as quickly as it had come. 

Allen delighted in her thrashing beneath him, and he waggled his finger 
around inside her warm rectal passage, eliciting more cries of delight from 
the woman he was fucking so wonderfully. He could feel through the thin wall 
of flesh that separated her twin passages, the underside of his cock sliding 
in and out of her wet hot cunt. He timed the thrusts of his finger with the 
forward stabs of his lust-driven penis, impaling her completely on two 
strong hard rods of flesh. She moaned wildly underneath him, and he could 
feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it 
was going to burst from the incredible pressure that was building in his 
free-swinging balls. He had to come soon. If he didn't fill her with his 
fire-hot semen, he was going to go out of his mind. Oooohhh ... she was so 
wonderful ... her experienced little pussy was so tight and warm and 
wonderful, and he was going to give her a fucking she would never forget as 
long as she lived. He was going to show her that being rich didn't mean 
anything at all when it came to fucking ... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Susan couldn't remember a time when she was happier. Just being with a man 
like Richard made everything seem perfect. Susan would have thought that 
only her brother ... her half-brother ... could make her feel the way she 
did at this moment, but she could see now that she was wrong. 

In Richard Merril, she found a man who was warm, understand and witty. When 
Allen and Niven had wandered off somewhere, she fully expected a repeat of 
what had happened last night, and she had to admit that, as nice as sucking 
Richard's cock while he licked and slavered at her cunt had been, she really 
wasn't in the mood for something like that at the moment. Maybe sometime in 
the dim future, she thought to herself, after she managed to get over the 
lose of her husband. 

Merril could sense what was on her mind, and he decided that he would really 
put it to her, but not at the moment. He wanted to see her a little happier, 
a little more in control of herself before he tried anything like that. He 
was certain that if he came on to her, she wouldn't refuse him, but he 
wanted her to come to him. Then, and only then, could he be sure that she 
had finally gotten over Phillip, though he was certain that she would come 
around in a matter of minutes ... certainly before she left his home. All he 
had to do was sit and wait. She was certainly worth waiting a couple of 
hours for. 

While they were alone at his huge home, Merril made a special point not to 
try and make her the least bit suspicious of his intentions. He listened 
politely while she poured her heart out to him, telling him everything about 
her life, including the frustration she had felt living with Phillip. This 
was the way he gained her confidence, and about the same time Allen and 
Niven were just beginning to smoke the secret store of hash, Merril decided 
that it was time to make his move. 

When Susan had first started talking, she had been on the brink of tears. 
Now, she couldn't hold back her laughter as Merril joked with her. Finally, 
after checking his watch to make sure him timing was correct, he said, 
"Susan, suppose you and I take a little walk. It's a beautiful day out 
there, one of the last in the year before the winter rains set in. Why 
should we let it go to waste?" 

Susan brightened at the idea of walking around the grounds. All the while 
they had been talking, she had been looking out the huge picture window, 
thinking that it would be so lovely to just wander about, getting lost in 
the huge, undeveloped area. 

Merril offered her his arm, and she took it, feeling as though she were a 
little girl again, and this man was her father about to take a walk in a 
huge, endless park. 

Merril knew exactly where to go. He and Niven and many of their friends had 
been at the exact spot hundreds of times. Next to Merril's "special 
bedroom," it was the most favored spot for fucking, and like the bedroom, 
though for different reasons, the sex that happened there was something 
special and near-magical. 

As before, Susan did most of the talking while they walked, though this time 
her topics were cheery and happy. She commented about the birds and small 
animals she could see in the open field, and she was especially happy when 
Richard veered toward the wooded area. Having been born and lived most of 
her life in a city, she felt something exciting about being out here in the 
near-wilds. 

As they approached the area where Allen and Niven were fucking each other 
silly, Merril changed the topic deliberately, and began to talk about the 
relationship he and his wife had developed over the years. 

"You know, Susan, a lot of people still don't believe that an open marriage 
can work." 

"I'm one of them," she confessed. "As distant and apart as I felt from 
Phillip, I think it would have ripped me apart if I knew he was ... well ... 
fucking other women." 

"Thinking like that will have to change," Merril said, sounding like a wise 
old man instead of a stodgy boss, "if there is to be any future in this 
world. People have to learn that they can't own other people. I think that 
was the major problem between you and Phillip. He wanted to own you, and you 
were willing to let him." 

"Oooooo ... " she smiled. 

"I'm serious, Susan," he said, feeling his heart start to pound as the 
familiar area made itself clear to his trained eye. As much as I love Niven, 
and have for the last twenty years, I'm certain it wouldn't bother me if I 
saw her fucking another man." 

"like they say in Missouri ... you'll have to show me that," Susan 
commented. "Knowing your wife is doing something like that is totally 
different than actually seeing it." 

There was short moment of silence as they got still closer to the area, and 
then, Susan stopped. 

"What was that?" she asked, turning her head and listening. "I was certain I 
heard something ... something that sounded like a woman." 

Merril smiled. Though he hadn't heard anything yet, he wasn't surprised that 
Susan had. After all, her ears were that much younger than his. 

"There ... I heard it again," the young brunette said, her voice becoming 
excited. "It sounds like moaning, as though someone's in trouble." 

Without waiting for her boss, she hurried to the source of the sound. Merril 
continued his stately walk, following Susan with his eyes. He knew what the 
sound would be, and he wanted Susan to be alone when she found out. 

He could tell when she arrived on the scene by the way she stopped dead in 
her tracks. He smiled, and almost broke out into laughter when she turned 
and faced him with her pretty little face contorted in a mask of utter 
confusion. 

"Well, Susan," Merril said almost jokingly, "see something you don't quite 
understand?" 

Susan didn't understand it. She twisted her head from the man who was 
following her to the scene she had witnessed. She couldn't believe what she 
saw, but a second look confirmed it. There was no doubt ... that was her 
brother and Niven, Merril's wife, fucking each other as though there were no 
tomorrow. They were so wrapped up in what they were doing that they either 
didn't know, or didn't care that they had just been joined. 

Susan found that she could not take her eyes off the licentious scene. Her 
brother's cock was glistening in the sunlight as he pulled it out of Niven's 
eagerly steaming pussy, and Susan found that her eyes were locked on its 
incredible thickness. 

IT WAS MASSIVE!! 

In all the years she and her brother had lived together before he left home, 
she had never seen his penis, and she looked at it now as though it belonged 
to some alien from another planet. 

If anyone had told her that her brother's cock was that large, she would 
have thought it was impossible. But as she stared at it, flashing in and out 
of Niven's wildly churning cunt, she felt her own vagina tingling at the 
thought of what it must feel like. No wonder Niven was moaning" the way she 
was! 

Susan fixed her gaze on the couple, only dimly aware that Merril had finally 
caught up to her and was standing behind her, his hands on her waste. She 
watched with her mouth hanging open as Niven panted and gasped again and 
again, using all her strength to drive her pelvis up into Allen's 
hard-driving loins. The slap of their naked flesh was like an echo 
reverberating through the small wooded area, and Susan nearly choked each 
time Allen fucked into the writhing woman beneath him. Surely his huge cock 
was slithering all the way into Niven's throat ... it was that long and 
thick. 

Susan's mind whirled and churned, and she could not take her eyes off the 
sight less then ten feet from her. But even in her shock and amazement, she 
was aware that she was looking, not at Niven's lovely hips undulating as 
though her life depended on it, but on her brother's muscular body. She 
stared with her mouth watering at the full length of his monstrous penis, 
the hard shaft disappearing into Niven's wetly seething pussy again and 
again. Even as she watched her brother fucking this married woman, Susan 
began to undulate her own hips in sympathetic arousal to the scene. 

"You see, Susan," Merril whispered in her ear, his face pressed against her 
own, his breath searing against her cheek. "I can stand here and watch this, 
and not feel the least bit jealous." 

Susan hardly heard him, though. Her ears were trained on the sounds being 
emitted from the wildly thrashing woman under the pumping form of her 
brother. Niven was about to climax. Her throat was making little gurgling 
sounds, and the older woman mumbled again and again, her low, hypnotic voice 
piercing the stillness of the Arcadian setting. 

"Ooooohhh ... ooohhh. ... fuck me harder ... harder ... I'm almost there ... 
I'm ... I'm ... Cumming ... cumming ... I'm ... 
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" 

And Niven was climaxing. 

And the two of them were driving against each other as though they were 
trying to merge into one being. Allen's penis looked as though it was being 
sucked into the hungry orifice of Niven's flooding cunt, and the older woman 
looked as though she was trying to suck every inch of Allen into her body, 
not satisfied with merely his cock, but wanting his entire being back in her 
womb. 

Susan could feel her own vaginal juices flowing at this lust-inciting sight, 
and she started only slightly when Merril's hands reached up behind her and 
began massaging and kneading her breasts through her blouse. For a long 
moment, she continued to stare at her brother and the wife of the man behind 
her, and then it was all too much for her. The frustration she had felt from 
the night before when Phillip had walked out on her finally caught up to 
her, and she yielding to the feelings surging through her body like an 
unchecked fire. 

As though Merril could read her mind, he began pulling open the buttons of 
her blouse, finally drawing the garment away from her body and exposing her 
breasts to the air. The sudden coolness brought Susan's nipples to instant 
hardness, and she shivered as ripple after ripple passed through her 
half-naked body. As Merril cupped her breasts from behind, tweaking and 
pinching her nipples to full readiness, she found that she had to make a 
decision. She had to chose between living the type of life she had been 
living, secure but with constant frustration and disappointment, or choosing 
something different ... something that would make it possible for her to 
have as much fun and enjoyment as she believed she deserved. 

The choice was easy. Even as Allen continued to pump his virile into 
Merril's wife, Susan reached to her side and pulled down the zipper of her 
blouse, determined that she would never again shelter herself with one man. 
When she felt her garment slipping from her trim, lithe body, she turned to 
face the man behind her, her mouth and lips eager and ready for the kiss she 
fully expected. 

When her eyes fixed on Merril's body, she was momentarily shocked ... Merril 
had already taken his clothes off, knowing all along that Susan would break 
out of the shell she had created for herself during her two years of 
marriage. 

But this shock was only temporary, and she recovered instantly. She smiled 
at him, wanting his penis in her body once again, this time as a baptism to 
her new life. His mouth trailed down over her swan-like neck and nestled 
between the smooth, firmly yielding mounds of her breasts, warming the deep 
clefted valley with his breath. 

She reached out and clung to him as if for dear life itself, and her body 
shivered as his tongue coursed down the length of her finely grained skin. 
She yielded to the gentle pressure of his downward tugs, finding herself 
reclining on the ground, her boss hovering adoringly over her. She gasped as 
she saw that his cock was already erect, and she looked at it with a feeling 
of wonderment. She realized that she wanted it inside her body again ... 
this time between her legs, and she couldn't wait any longer. It was time 
for her to begin her life anew! 

Eagerly, he nestled himself between his secretary's widespread legs, 
invitingly splayed, and his gaze traveled down to the magnet between her 
soft, velvety inner thighs, to where the soft pink of her vaginal folds 
pulsed wetly beneath their halo of brown pubic curls. 

Drawing in his breath, he pulled apart the moist pink outer lips, revealing 
the glory of the smaller fluted inner flesh, clenched protectively around 
the palpitating fragility of her smoothly moistened vaginal opening, and 
topped by the budding blush of her tiny clitoris. He gazed at the 
enthralling sight for a moment, and then tenderly guided his blood-engorged 
penis toward the tempting target. He reveled in the feel of her delicate 
cunt-flesh tickling against the rubbery hardness of his cock-head, and he 
rotated it slightly, moistening it on her wet little cuntal furrow. 

Then flicking his hips, he fucked his penis home, sending his cock all the 
way up into the yielding channel of her upturned pussy. 

"Uuuuunnnngggghhh ... I like your cock in ... my cunt..." she moaned in her 
mounting delight. Merril continued to slice forward, cleaving through her 
tender passage until he finally reached the end of her secret tunnel, the 
bulbous head of his cock was snug against the soft tip of her cervix. 

"Ooooohhhhh ... " she moaned again as he Hexed his penis inside her, 
scraping erotically the membrane of her sheath. He withdrew then, exiting 
slowly, and then without preamble, fucked forward again with all his 
strength. 

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhh-hhhhh ... oooommmmpppphhh..." she gasped as his 
pistoning penis larred against her cervix, leaving her breathless. Then he 
began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her, slicing cleanly into her 
welcoming flesh, feeling her responsive eagerness to enclose him tightly and 
completely in her pussy sluce. 

A wave of dizzied happiness flowed over Susan. This was what it was all 
about ... this loving and being loved at the same time ... two people 
sharing each other. Sex was the union between the human and the divine ... 
and how divine it was. 

Allen lifted himself from the totally exhausted body of Niven, and looked 
with some shock at what was happening right next to him. His first reaction 
was fear when he saw the husband of the well-fucked woman beneath him. But 
Merril was acting as though he didn't give a shit about that. Then he 
remembered that Niven had told him that she had an open marriage with her 
husband, and while Allen didn't believe it then, he did now. No husband in 
the world could have merely stood by and watched while another man fucked 
his wife unless that were true. 

Then he felt anger ... anger at the fact that Merril was fucking his little 
sister, taking advantage of her sadness and vulnerability. He wanted to haul 
off and punch Merril's face in. 

But he checked himself. Susan didn't look vulnerable. She looked happy ... 
happier than he could remember her looking for the last two years. 

And lovely. Far more lovely than he would have thought, if he had not seen 
her naked. With the glow of passion adding a beautiful color to her smooth, 
cream-white flesh, Allen could feel his recently depleted cock once again 
start to balloon. 

And then it happened to him. like so many other times before, he could read 
Susan's mind. He knew what was happening to her, knew that she was starting 
her life all over again ... that she was partaking of the best life had to 
offer for the first time. There was no brother-sister relationship in her 
world any more. Now there was nothing but receiving pleasure and the giving 
of pleasure ... relationships with people who could give her what she wanted 
and needed. 

And Allen wanted to be a part of this new life. He wanted to give her his 
penis ... wanted to join with her in her new world. God knows, as happy as 
he had made himself, there was always room for more, and who better than his 
half-sister could make that possible for him? 

Susan was in a state of total ecstasy with her rising passion. She found 
that once she allowed the sensations to sweep over her, there was no end to 
them. She knew she could never have enough of Merril ... or any other man. 
She would have to make up for lost time, she thought with the last vestiges 
of her reason. There was so much to do. 

She was brought back to her senses by the feel of fingers on her buttocks, 
and for a moment, she froze, not knowing what was going to happen. 

Then a voice whispered heavy in her ear. 

"Turn over, Susan ... Merril and I are going to double fuck you." 

In her dazed happiness, she was unable to comprehend what was said, but 
Merril heard, and she found herself being shifted. She was aware of hands 
... Allen's hands ... digging into her buttocks, prying the moons of her ass 
apart, and her mind flashed with an awareness of what was going to happen. 

Her first reaction was that this was wrong. It was wrong to be fucked in the 
ass ... it was wrong that her brother ... her half-brother ... fuck her at 
all. 

But she put those thoughts out of her mind. This was the beginning of a new 
life for her. There was no reason to hold back anything now. If Allen wanted 
her, then she wanted him, and the pleasure she knew his penis would bring 
her. 

Suddenly, all thoughts were blotted out by a blinding sheet of pain in her 
virginal rectal passage as Allen, knowing that he would have to move fast to 
lessen the pain, lunged forward and sunk the head of his swollen cock in her 
tight back-passage. 

"AAAAAA A AAA A AAA AAAA AAA-AAA!! ! ! ! ! ! " she screamed, feeling the 
heat of agony sear through her ass like a hot poker. Allen felt sorry for 
her, though not very. He'd had experience with things like this before, and 
he knew that the pain would leave her ass as quickly as it had come. 

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmppppphhhhh...! ! ! " she gasped as he began to pull out, 
scraping painfully against the rigid inner flesh, and then quickly he 
stabbed forward again. To Susan's surprise, she found that after a moment, 
it was not nearly as painful. Allen and Merril began to enter her with a 
uniform stroke, fucking far and deep down into her in unison, and then 
withdrawing at exactly the same time on the out-stroke. Her ass began to 
give a little, making her brother's anal fucking easier, and Susan found 
that she enjoyed this strange double-fucking ... something she would have 
never known if Phillip had not left her. Her boss was fucking her in front 
while her half-brother was taking her from behind, and she loved it. Yes! 
Yes! There was no doubt about it now. She liked the sensation of being 
fucked by two men at once, and she could no longer hold back the mewls of 
pleasure which were issuing from her lips as the two massive penises slipped 
into her, brushing against each other through the thin membrane dividing the 
dual passages of her cunt and rectum, and then pulling back out as one. 

Rich and poor ... banker and worker were joined by her body, and the three 
of them began a wild tempo as each of them strove to climax at the same 
time. Susan was tossed about between them, theirs to carry about like the 
wind, and she had never experienced anything like it before. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... it feels ... so ... good ... " she moaned. 

Meanwhile, Niven, who had been laid to waste like a wounded soldier on a 
field of battle, was coming around to her senses again. The tingling still 
in her recently well-fucked cunt was once again making itself felt as she 
watched the wild double-fucking taking place within arm's reach, and after 
taking a deep breath to regain her strength, she pulled her satiated body 
over to the thrashing trio, determined that she was not going to be left out 
again. She rose to her knees and began caressing Susan's bobbing breasts, 
kneading and pummeling them with loving care, causing the nipples to splurge 
into hard little buds, and carefully she lowered her face and began to kiss 
Susan, her tongue slipping easily between the younger woman's parted teeth 
and fencing eagerly with her quick pink tongue. 

Susan was flabbergasted to feel new hands on her breasts and even more so to 
receive a passionate warm kiss, but all her senses were fully alert now, and 
she returned with equal passion Niven's offering and thrust her proud young 
breasts eagerly into Niven's caressing hands. It was incredible the 
sensations she was experiencing. Every port seemed to give and receive love 
and she felt her soul rising, being lifter up, as if it transcended bodily 
pleasure and was part of something else completely. Her mind darted back to 
the last time Phillip had fucked her, and she knew that, since he was not 
really a part of her world and never had been, he could not have possible 
given her the pleasure she was getting now. There was nothing like it, and 
Susan was light-hearted with happiness. And she was almost ready to cum. In 
fact, her body seemed to be floating, not with the earthly pleasure she had 
experienced before, but with something far, far better ... something 
ethereal more intangible and more pleasurable for that. She couldn't cry out 
her release as she had always done before, because the release took place in 
her entire body. She could only drift away with the spirits that bore her 
toward a heaven she never thought she would ever find. From far, far away, 
she heard Allen and Merril screech out their climaxes, and she felt them 
pump harder and harder into her, flooding her cunt and ass with their huge 
offerings of lava-like cum which drifted up into her belly and commingled 
there in a friendly pool. A daze enveloped her then as she drifted off, her 
last awareness being of the heavy satiated sighs of her boss, her brother 
and Niven, who all contributed towards her incredible passion ... 

* * * 

Susan sat in the passenger seat of her brother's car, still smiling from her 
passion. Phillip was little more than a dim, distant memory now. She didn't 
care if she never saw him again. In fact, she actually hoped she wouldn't. 
Now that she had allowed herself to see and know all that was possible, she 
didn't ever want to close herself off to the world, as her husband had done. 
He would never succeed, she thought to herself. All struggle and no pleasure 
is wrong. There has to be a co-equal mixture of both, and Phillip would 
never admit that to himself. 

She waved good-bye to Merril and Niven. The three of them had already made 
plans for getting together later in the week, and Susan's cunt was tingling 
with the anticipation of once again renewing her passion with the older 
couple who had made her happiness possible. 

Between her and Allen there were no words. None were necessary. Each had 
said all that could be said when he had fucked her in the ass. With the 
first plunge he had made into her rectum, what ever barriers might have 
existed were shattered. 

For a long while along the free-way, neither of them spoke, each still 
caught up the happening that had taken place. Finally, Allen asked, "Would 
you like me to take you home?" 

Susan thought about that for a moment, and decided that she really didn't 
want to go back to her apartment. There was far too much living that had to 
be done. 

"I have an idea," she said, reaching out and touching the upper thigh of her 
half-brother, causing him to swerve a little. "That girl back in your 
apartment ... what's she like?" 

Candy? Ohhh ... I think you would like her." 

"Well, then, suppose we go to your place and uplift her a little?" 

Allen was silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. Then he broke out 
into peals of laughter. 

"I think she might like that," he gasped between breaths. "I think she might 
like that a lot." 

"Then suppose you forget about the speed limits?" Susan suggested. 

Again Allen was silent. He glanced in his rear-view mirror to make sure 
there were no police around, checked into the empty lane ahead of him, 
smiled, and pressed his accelerator all the way to the floor. 

The car automatically shifted into the passing gear and raced toward the 
Golden Gate Bridge. 


THE END
