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Communication -13
George and Marion had had another fight. It was a humdinger this time, which
is
saying something, for their fights had been getting progressively more
acrimonious as the weeks had dragged endlessly by during this hot summer.
George had completely lost his cool this time and shouted so loud at her
that
the neighbors must have heard, and if they didn't, then they must surely
have
heard the sound of smashing crockery as Marion hurled plate after plate of
their best dinner service at him. This gave her mixed satisfaction, for it
was
her pride and joy, but it was a wedding present and embodied all her feelings
about her marriage to this pig of a man as plate after plate smashed into
the
wall beside him.
As usual, the kids stayed upstairs and avoided the fight in scared silence.
Graham cuddled his sister close and comforted her as yet another plate smashed
into the wall downstairs. Susie was crying, her face buried in her elder
brother's comforting shoulder.
At 13, it was too much for Susie to bear listening to the constant squabbles
between their parents. All she wanted was a return to the happy days she
remembered as a child when Daddy was her hero in shining armor, and Mommy
was
always there to comfort a grazed knee, or give intimate advice on all those
fears and troubles that beset a young girl.
Graham just felt angry. He was supposed to be in the park with his friends
playing ball at this time. Instead, here he was again, having to comfort
his
sister whilst his Dad and Mom had another of their interminable fights.
At 17 Graham had little patience with the follies of adults. They seemed
to
know so little about the world with their constant bickering. Why the hell
did
they get married in the first place if they couldn't stand the sight of each
other? You'd think a bank manager would have more sense than that, yet
listening to Dad shouting now downstairs you'd think he knew nothing about
women. Why shout at Mom anyway - she was a peach of a woman with a hell of
a
good figure and looks to match. He could see that even his buddies appreciated
her sexy good looks. Graham was proud of her looks too, why couldn't his
Dad
see what a winner she was?
Graham knew all about women. He'd dated the two most popular girls in his
class
at school already, and one of them had introduced him to the pleasures of
a
blowjob in the back seat of the car. He'd actually had her tits in his hands
too, although the silly bitch wouldn't go all the way and let him fuck her.
Just
because he didn't have a rubber! Damn stupid girl.
If it hadn't been that excuse he knew it would have been another. Fucking
prick
teaser! He'd dropped her, and got the approval for that assertive male action
from all his friends.
Bill Thompson was dating the frigged bitch now - but Bill would date anything
if
it had a skirt on.
Good riddance to her, Graham thought, and stroked his sister's hair as she
nuzzled tearfully against his neck. Susie was growing up fast now. The year
before she could hardly touch the top of his head with her hand, except on
tiptoe. She'd grown fast this last year. He could feel the softness of her
firm
little tits against his chest already, and they felt rather nice rubbing
against
him as sobs shook her body and her arms clasped him close. Rather nice indeed!
Graham became slowly aware of the pleasant feeling of his cock swelling and
quickly left his sister in sudden embarrassment to seat himself on the bed
in
case she should see the telltale signs of his arousal.
***
"It's no fucking good Marion," George said tensely as they both glared at
each
other across the living room. "We can't go on like this."
'Then what do you suggest, Mr. High and Mighty?" she retorted, "Go and see
a
Marriage Counselor? Ha! I can just see you listening to anyone else! You're
so
bound up in yourself that you don't care what anyone else thinks or says."
George took a deep breath and bit back the retort he was about to make. "Maybe
that's just what we need," he said instead. "I'm a reasonable man," - Marion
snorted in derision - "I'm a reasonable man," he said patiently, "And I'll
listen to anyone who's properly qualified. It's just that there're so many
charlatans about these days who call themselves 'Counselors' that I've refused
to go to one. But before you say anything more," he held up his hands as
Marion
started to retort back, "One of my customers at the bank told me of one that
boasts a 100% record at getting marriages back off the rocks. Highly
recommended, highly recommended indeed."
"And what were you doing telling all your friends about our marriage?" Marion
snapped. "Just like you, isn't it? You talk to them all about our private
lives,
but you don't talk to me anymore!"
"It's not like that at all." He said tensely. "It's certainly more constructive
than all your chatter with your girlfriend cronies over coffee! OK, OK ...
I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But will you give it a try if I make an
appointment?"
It was quiet again in the house later when, at last, everyone had gone to
bed.
Susie had fallen asleep almost immediately, her tear-stained face buried
in the
pillow and Bernard Bear cuddled close in her arms.
Graham lay awake in his room looking at the ceiling. He'd tried to read,
but
couldn't concentrate when thoughts of his sister kept intruding. He hadn't
taken
much notice of her before. Their age difference had meant they'd never played
much together as kids. She was just another necessary evil around the place
who
needed baby-sitting when he had better things to do. Or who intruded where
she
was not wanted when the guys came round for a game of basketball against
the
garage door.
She was certainly growing up now. Those tits of hers were becoming quite
noticeable, and she was losing the baby- fat that had always characterized
her
and developing quite a shapely little figure. If you took those silver teeth
braces away she would look quite attractive. Mind you, he'd grown used to
them
now, and they did give her a rather appealing 'little girl' look.
Graham became comfortably aware that his cock had been swelling as he'd been
thinking about her pert little mouth, and started slowly wanking as he let
his
imagination begin to roam. Graham also liked firm, female butts, and Susie's
looked as though they'd just fit nicely in his hands now.
He wanked harder as he began to imagine just what her tits looked like now.
Firm
and smooth, he thought, with nipples that would swell as he sucked them.
He
reached for the Kleenex, and let his imagination roam further as his hand
quickened its pace.
***
George, like his daughter Susie, had rolled over in bed and gone to sleep
almost
immediately. "Just like him," Marion thought resentfully, lying with her
back to
him and staring into the darkness listening to the sounds of him sleeping.
He was always a noisy sleeper. Not snoring, or anything like that, but he
would
occasionally mutter something under his breath, or grunt as if carrying on
a
conversation with someone. She was used to it now and, if she was honest
with
herself, she found the soft sounds of his sleeping and the feel of him next
to
her comforting. She did love him. She did. If only he wasn't so wrapped up
in
work all the time.
He practically ignored the children, and there were times like today when
she
felt she was just his housekeeper. It had been ages since they'd last made
love
- if you could call a ten-minute grope and grunt making love.
She'd had to masturbate after he'd rolled over and gone to sleep. She'd been
barely ready for him when he'd finished. She liked to masturbate anyway -
although she always did it when he was asleep as she'd been brought up to
believe that it was not something 'nice young ladies' did, and certainly
not
when anyone was watching.
She fingered herself quietly now, gently caressing her clitoris, enjoying
the
luxurious feel of slippery juices rising and moistening the soft flesh her
fingers were buried in. For some strange reason visions of her son's virile
young cock swam before her eyes and she rubbed a little faster.
She'd been having these forbidden fantasies lately, ever since she'd surprised
Graham in the bathroom one day coming out of the shower, his half erect manhood
all swollen and swaying between his strong thighs. He was a young man now,
quite
different from the little boy she used to soap in the bath.
Her breathing became a bit ragged as she imagined what he would look like
with
his cock fully erect, ready to plunge deep inside some lucky girl.
The fingers of her left hand found her vagina and began to pump rhythmically
in
counterpoint to the rapid fluttering of her other hand. Her thighs strained
as
she desperately sought release, but in perfect silence so as not to wake
George.
***
The following morning, shortly after Marion had got around to tidying up
the
dishes after the whirlwind that passed for breakfast in their household,
the
phone rang in the kitchen. "Marion, I've made an appointment for us to see
that
Counselor today. The receptionist is on the other line at the moment. Can
you
get into town by three?"
"You what?" Marion replied in bewilderment. "What Counselor? Oh..." she suddenly
remembered their conversation the previous day. "But, but George..."
"No buts." George said firmly, "We're going to get this thing settled once
and
for all. We've put it off too long already. Can you get here by three or
not?"
"I, I suppose so George. But..."
"I said no buts. Yes or no?"
"Oh, alright then. If we must. I suppose I can make it if I catch the 1.30
train. But what shall I wear?"
Marion never did get an answer to that vital piece of feminine information.
George just grunted, said he'd meet her at his office, then put the phone
down.
At 3:00 pm sharp, George and Marion sat side by side in the waiting rooms
of Dr
G. Baverstock, MD, DipPsy, DipGyn, FRSST, waiting in silence.
"I'm not sure this is such a good idea George." Marion whispered, glancing
at
the rather stern looking receptionist."
"Nonsense. This man's got an extremely good reputation, and I've always believed
in going to an expert if everything else fails. I didn't get to be Managing
Director in the bank just by..."
George's authoritative statement was cut off in mid oration as a statuesque
brunette in a form-hugging Chanel suit opened the door and spoke to the
receptionist.
"Are Mr. and Mrs. Johnson here yet? Ah! I see you are. Please come in. I'm
Gloria Baverstock."
Marion grinned to herself as she watched George struggling to come to terms
with
the fact that his 'expert' was a woman - and an extremely attractive one
at
that. George had never had a very high opinion of women in business, and
now
here he was faced with one who came with the highest possible recommendation!
It
should be interesting to see how he copes with this one, she thought smugly.
In fact, George managed rather well. Mainly, it must be said, because Gloria
Baverstock was a highly skilled psychologist and knew exactly how to put
people
at their ease. In no time at all, all the squabbles and petty disagreements
were
brought out and scrutinized, analyzed, and filed away in Gloria Baverstock's
capable mind.
"I think," she finally said, "That what we have here is basically a simple
case
of boredom, made more serious by your apparent inability to communicate honestly
and openly with each other.
George bristled a bit at that, but she carried on, "It's not uncommon, you
know.
Many couples think they've been communicating perfectly well over the years,
but
they still haven't discovered what real communication is all about. I think
that
the answer for you is to join one of my groups so you can meet and discuss
your
problems with others who have been through the same thing. I act as facilitator
at these meetings, of course, and make sure that things are guided along
the
right lines for the maximum benefit. What do you think - are you interested?"
George began to shake his head, but Marion jumped in with a firm "Yes. Yes
I
think that's just what George and I need. How soon can we start?"
"Well, tonight as a matter of fact." Gloria Baverstock smiled. "I have a
group
meeting today, and I think that you would both fit into it perfectly. Can
you
make it tonight? We meet at eight at my home - it's not far from where you
live
- we go on until we all decide that it's time to wind up and go home. I really
do think that you would both get great benefit from it and will be well on
your
way to sorting out all your problems in no time at all. What do you say?"
"Well," George muttered, looking at Marion and then back at the doctor, "Well,
er, I mean to say - how much does all this cost, if I may ask?"
Gloria Baverstock laughed. "Typical banker's question! Only what you want
to
contribute to the group function. That's all. Bring a bottle of wine or a
plate
tonight. My fee is for this consultation alone. The cure is up to you."
Any doubts in George's mind evaporated with this, and both he an Marion were
ushered out the door with directions on how to get to Dr Baverstock's home.
***
To Graham, the fact that his parents were going out that night was surprising
in
view of the months of bickering, but nevertheless welcome. The thought of
having
the house to himself with Susie was now rather interesting, particularly
as it
was her day for the gym team. She was an athletic girl and a member of the
School Gymnastic Team. To Graham this meant only one thing - she would be
coming
home tonight in her form-hugging leotard and wanting a shower straight away.
Graham had been thinking of nothing but Susie all day, he wasn't sure why
he was
so turned on by his own sister but he meant to make the most of the fact
that
they'd be alone tonight!
However, like most well laid plans, nothing came of it. Susie came home alright,
delightfully sweaty and glowing, but Graham had not counted on the fact that
his
mother would want to have such a long bath and spend so much time making
herself
up in the bathroom before going out for the first time in months.
It was therefore a rather grumpy Graham that greeted his sister as she bounced
down the stairs fresh from her shower just as their parents were going out
the
front door. Add to that the fact that the TV that night was a washout with
nothing decent to see on any of the local channels, Graham felt thoroughly
despondent.
"So how's my handsome brother tonight?" Susie greeted him brightly, and plonked
herself down on the couch beside him. She demurely adjusted the front of
her
robe at the same time as planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "What are we
watching?"
"Nothing, as far as I can see." Graham replied glumly, and switched to another
quiz show on yet another channel.
"What about the satellite TV?" she asked.
"What about it? It's only news or sports, and I've already seen all the
good games."
'There is the other channel you know."
"What do you mean another channel?"
"The naughty channel silly. Don't look so dumb at me Big Brother - I know
Dad
gave you the password to it on your last birthday!"
"But you're too young to watch that sort of thing."
"Don't be silly! I've watched it before at Cindy's house. I'm not that young
you know."
Graham looked at his sister and thought to himself, 'No, you're not too young
after all, are you!' He could see the curve of a small breast where her robe
had
opened a bit at the top.
"OK then," he said. "But you're not to tell Mom or Dad that I've let you
watch it."
"Oh shut up and change the channel Graham!" she grinned, and cuddled up next
to
him on the couch staring at the TV in anticipation. After a couple of fumbled
attempts, his mind more on the warm presence of his sister next to him, Graham
managed to key in the right combination and tuned into the middle of a film.
Susie's eyes widened as the sight and sound of two couples frantically fucking
on a king-size bed suddenly filled the screen. "Wow!" she whispered, and
cuddled
closer to her brother as one of the men suddenly withdrew his glistening
cock
from the cunt he'd been ramming and a fountain of white cum sprayed onto
the
girl's stomach and breasts.
Graham's mind was more on the presence of his sister's small body tightly
pressed against him than on the film, although the eroticism on the screen
was
having its usual effect on him. He was uncomfortably aware of the growing
bulge
in his pants and sat still, hoping Susie wouldn't notice it.
Susie's periodic giggles and comments about the size of the men's dicks and
their techniques of fucking didn't help one bit, and by the time the film
ended his groin ached with pent-up tension. It hadn't helped either that
Susie
had wriggled with excitement and pressed even closer to him during the heavy
fuck scenes.
"Hey!" she accused as the film ended and she looked away from the screen,
"You've got a hard-on Graham!" She grinned up at him impishly and grabbed
the
stiff bulge down his leg through the material of his jeans.
"Bet my brother's just as big as those guys in the film! Wouldn't you like
to
have fucked that red-haired girl with the big tits?" She squeezed him playfully,
then turned a worried look up at him. "Doesn't it hurt, all bunched up in
your
pants like that?"
Graham nodded wordlessly. He'd never expected his little sister to be so
frank
about it. Her next words, however, took him totally by surprise. "Whey don't
you
get out of your pants for the next film then? You'd be far more comfortable,
wouldn't you? Tell you what - go and get changed into your bathrobe like
me. Go
on - hurry up. The next film starts in a few of minutes."
She pushed him off the couch and giggled again as he painfully walked to
the
door with an all to evident bulge down the inside of his trousers.
***
He was careful to hold his bathrobe tightly closed when he came downstairs
and
sat beside his sister. Susie sighed with pleasure as the next movie began,
and
cuddled up close to him again. "Does that feel better?" she asked, eyes fixed
on
the screen where a voluptuous blonde was beginning to strip.
"Much better," Graham replied, glancing down to make sure he was covered.
His
erection made a large tent in the fabric of his robe and he shifted nervously,
feeling a bit embarrassed about it.
"Wish I had tits like hers," Susie said, and watched fascinated as the woman
squeezed them until her nipples stood out prominently.
"Your tits are OK," Graham said, hugging her reassuringly.
"You think so?" she asked, and to his amazement opened the front of her robe
and
fingered one of her nipples.
"Yes they're fantastic Sis!" Graham said, throat dry as he gazed at the small
pointed hills of her teenage breasts.
"Hey - that looks great!" she said watching the blonde kneeling on the bed
and
busily wanking the stiffly erect cock of the man lying there. "Would you
like me
to do that to you Graham?"
Without waiting for him to answer, she flipped the fabric of his robe open
and
stared at his stiff cock as it reared in the air in front of her.
"Hey, wow!" she breathed excitedly, "You're just as big as him aren't you?
Wow
and you're only 17 and he's a man, wow!" Her fingers reached out and tentatively
touched his hot flesh. Then, with an air of studied concentration Susie grasped
it and began to slowly rub the shaft up and down. "Is that right?" she asked.
Graham was speechless. He gazed down at his sister's small hand encircling
his
cock wanking him, then groaned and pushed his butt up so his cock reared
up in
the air in front of her eyes. "That feels great!" he groaned, reaching over
her
shoulder and squeezing the soft flesh of her small tits.
Her hand sped up as he rolled the erect bud of her nipple and it was her
turn to
sigh. "Ooooh! That's nice Graham - pinch harder - that feels so good! Oh,
look
Graham, do you want me to try that?"
He glanced at the screen and saw that the blonde was busy sucking the man's
rigid cock. Graham pulled his sister closer so her face was hovering over
his
own cock, willing her to do it.
Without a word, Susie bent down and hot warmth enveloped him as he disappeared
into her eager mouth. She looked up once and asked, "Do my braces hurt you?"
then bent her head back down again as he shook his head and began sucking
hard
while her hand pumped up and down his rigid shaft.
All pretense of restraint now thrown to the winds, Graham pulled his sister's
robe down and ran his hands down to her softly swelling buttocks, cupping
and
squeezing the young globes of female flesh. Then his finger slipped in the
crevice of her firm little bottom and reached for the moist slit that ran
between her thighs.
Susie stiffened and made a muffled sound as his probing finger found the
soft
wetness and slipped inside, pushing her bottom out to meet him and widening
her legs slightly. The room filled with the sounds of the fucking on the
TV
and Susie's growing moans as he finger fucked her slippery vagina. She
writhed against him as he probed deeper and deeper, then suddenly shuddered
and tensed and she lost all control and scrambled further across his lap
so
his cock pressed hard against her naked belly, and gasped for him to do it
faster and deeper.
Susie suddenly pulled away from his thrusting hand and clambered across his
lap
to face him, robe forgotten on the floor and stark naked, thighs wide open
and
his rigid cock brushing erect against her smooth belly.
Wordlessly, she grasped his cock firmly and lifted herself up until her wet
little slit hovered above it. Then pulling it firmly towards her, she closed
her
eyes tight and buried his swollen dick between the fat, hot lips of her cunt
and
pushed her body down. Her cunt stretched wider and wider as he began to slip
inside, then smoothly slid down his shaft as she slowly impaled herself on
her
brother's cock.
She sat there motionless with her eyes squeezed shut and his cock totally
buried inside the tight elastic sheath of her vagina, then her eyes snapped
wide open and she grinned at him. "Does that feel as good to you as it does
to
me?" she asked.
Graham grinned back at her and squeezed her splayed butt cheeks. "It's fucking
fantastic Sis! Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Nope!" she said, "Although I feel totally stretched inside. Oooooh - I love
the
feel of you inside me! Now fuck me like that girl's being fucked! But Graham,"
she grinned again widely, "Whatever you do don't pull out when you come -
I want
to feel what it's like to have your spunk squirting deep inside me!"
She began to slide up and down his glistening shaft, squeezing her tits
lasciviously in imitation of the woman on the screen. Graham gave a groan
of
lust and thrust hard and deep inside her, grasping her waist tightly and
rolling
her over until she was beneath him on the couch. "I'll show you what a fuck
is
about little girl!" he growled, and pulling her thighs up until her legs
were
over his shoulders and the smoothly rounded flesh of her cunt was split wide
open by the thick shaft of his cock, then he began fucking his sister with
deep,
deliberately hard thrusts.
Susie's small body shook as their bodies slapped violently together with
each
pounding thrust, and a groaning panting sound of lust was forced from her
constricted throat as her excited body opened itself wetly to her brother's
invasion. Her head thrashed from side to side as orgasm after orgasm ripped
through her body. Her whole world was now centered on the feeling of her
brother's ramming tool stretching her cunt wide open and his balls slapping
against her between her legs. She clutched her belly and groaned with excitement
as she felt his hard, thick shaft distend it each time he rammed inside her.
Suddenly she felt it - just as Graham gasped, grew still and strained rigidly
above her, his cock thrust deep and hard against her cervix. Her vagina felt
stretched wider than ever as he shuddered and his cock seemed to suddenly
grow
even more enormous. Then she felt his shaft pulse and a gush of wetness filled
her as he ejaculated.
Jet after jet of her brother's thick spunk forced its way into the confines
of
her young cunt and she felt a sudden pressure as it distended the top of
her
vagina with its quantity. He moved again and the pressure released in sudden
slipperiness as she felt the first hot streams of his come squeeze down past
his
shaft and out of her stretched cuntlips to dribble onto her buttocks.
He ejaculated again, and more wetness forced itself past his pistoning shaft.
She reached down and grasped his balls, feeling them tighten as he groaned
and
ejaculated again, pushing her slight body forcefully up the couch with the
berserk power of his straining orgasm.
Then as their young bodies cooled from the frantic heat of frenzied sex,
both
Graham and Susie lay there for what seemed like an eternity, coupled together
tightly as white spunk oozed slowly past his shaft and onto the growing wet
patch on the cushion.
Susie was in seventh heaven. She squeezed her vagina and grinned smugly to
herself as she felt her brother shudder again. There was absolutely nothing
in
the world to beat the feeling of lying spread-eagled under a virile man with
your cunt deliciously stretched by a thick cock and soaking wet with creamy
cum,
she thought in satisfaction.
Now that she knew how good it was, she was determined to get Graham to fuck
his
little sister as often as possible. She squeezed again and knew as he pushed
into her reflexively that she had Graham just where she wanted him, and whenever
she wanted him. Perhaps she should try Daddy next she thought. Now that was
an
exciting thought! She wondered how big her dad's cock was, and shivered in
anticipation!
About the same time that Susie was idly dreaming of fucking him, George was
ringing the front door bell at 85, Crescent Drive. He was clutching a bottle
of
Pinot Noir, and was just about to turn to Marion to say that he thought this
was
not such a good idea, when the door opened and Gloria Baverstock stood there
smiling and welcoming them in.
George's objections to the evening were instantly forgotten as he saw Gloria
standing there. If he'd thought she was good looking earlier that day, he
was
quickly revising his opinion. She was stunning! Her raven black hair, drawn
up
in a neat bun in the office, was now brushed out and cascaded in a shining
dark
river that reached half way down her back. The sleek body suit she wore left
little to the imagination, hugging the voluptuous curves of her mature figure
and revealing the most fantastic pair of long legs he'd seen outside of a
Playboy magazine.
"Come in, come in!" she smiled, and brushed her fingers gently against George's
as she took the bottle from him. "Why, how nice George! One of my favorite
wines. Now come on in and meet all the others." She ushered them into a large,
brightly lit room where a dozen or so other people were standing around in
little groups, chatting and laughing with each other just as if this were
a
cocktail party rather than a therapy session.
"This is one of my favorite groups," Gloria confided in Marion, "And I picked
it
for you because I think you probably know most of the people here already
and
you can settle in quickly."
It was true, Marion thought as she looked around the room. She recognized
a
couple of George's colleagues from work, and over there was Susie's math
teacher
- what was her name? Oh yes, Cynthia Porter. That must be her husband next
to
her with his arm around her waist.
"Right. Now that you're here we can begin." Gloria said and clapped her hands.
The room quieted and everyone turned expectantly towards her. "I'm glad you
could all come tonight," someone in the back laughed and Gloria grinned back,
"I'm glad you could be here because I want to introduce two new members to
our
group - Marion and George. Now many of you will already know them, but for
those
that don't, George is a banker and Marion is a bored housewife!"
Marion turned to George in consternation at this, but Gloria went on, "Which
is
a fair description of most of the ladies here tonight when you first joined
us -
am I right?" A chorus of grins and applause greeted her statement. "I think
it
also fair to say that you all had marriages that were on the rocks, and many
were very near to divorce. Am I right?" More applause and a few claps as
everyone in the room nodded their heads and turned to smile at each other.
"So,
can anyone help Marion and George out by telling them what makes a good,
strong
marriage?"
"Complete Communication and Sharing," Cynthia Porter said, "QED!" Everyone
laughed. Just like Cynthia to put it like a mathematical theorem.
Gloria grinned, "Well, if you can prove that to George tonight, then we'll
have
made good progress. Cynthia, how about you taking George aside and explaining
it
to him, with examples? George, I'll drop by later to see if Cynthia has been
a
good teacher. Now off you go while we find someone to explain it all to Marion.
How about you James? Feel in a teaching mood tonight?"
The man with his arm around Cynthia's waist nodded and grinned widely. "Be
delighted Gloria. Marion, let me introduce myself, I'm James Benton and I'm
delighted to meet you!"
Marion's head was in a whirl. Surely he was Cynthia's husband, wasn't he?
Had
she kept her maiden name, or what?" She let herself be led over to a nearby
couch and sat down with him. She looked around for support from George, but
he'd
disappeared somewhere and wasn't in the room anymore. In fact, most of the
others had disappeared. Only two other couples were left in the room, and
they
appeared to be in deep conversation and were evidently quite close from the
look
of it, at least by the way they were sitting and kissing occasionally.
"So what seems to be the matter with your marriage then Marion?" Her attention
was suddenly brought back to James, who was looking at her with a quizzical
smile on his face. She felt flustered. How on earth did he expect her to
answer
that - he was a complete stranger! She grew uncomfortably warm under his
gaze -
it seemed as though he was looking straight through to her soul. If he wasn't
so
damned handsome it might be easier, but despite her first misgivings, Marion
felt herself warm to this strange man with his penetrating gaze.
Without quite understanding why, Marion found herself telling him about all
the
frustrations she'd felt, their lack of a sex life, the secret desires she'd
been
having - even telling him about her recent incestuous feelings about her
son.
Deep inside she was appalled at the frankness this man was imposing on her,
yet
somehow, with him, it seemed alright.
He was holding her hand now and she found that somehow soothing. After all,
intimate thoughts went with intimate gestures, didn't they? Or was that
something he'd said? She couldn't remember, but it didn't seem to matter
now
that he had his arm around her shoulders. She felt young and excited again.
This
was just like the feelings she'd had on her first date. He really was a good-
looking, and George wasn't here in the room, so what the hell? She thought.
In fact George was otherwise occupied at that precise moment. From the start,
he'd found Cynthia to be a particularly pleasant and friendly person. She'd
surprised him at first by giving him a luridly frank account of the troubles
that had beset her marriage. Her marriage had got so bad that she'd taken
up
with another man and become his lover.
Hearing her talk about this, with all the intimate details of when and how
they
had made love, had turned George on. It didn't seem at all strange now that
she
had a habit of absently stroking his hand when talking about it. After all,
having heard so many intimate details, he now felt that he was talking to
a
deep friend.
He found himself telling her about the times he'd cheated on Marion,
particularly with that redheaded secretary last year at work. She laughed
when
he told her that his real reason for going out with her was that he'd heard
she
gave good head, and even more when he filled in the details of just how good
she'd been at this and how he'd come three times in a row on the first afternoon
- twice in her mouth and once between her tits.
George's eyes went wide when Cynthia admitted that she loved sucking cock
too,
and just adored it when a man buried his face between her thighs and gave
her a
good licking. In fact, she hinted, as they were on their own right now,
perhaps...
Marion was by now enjoying a very pleasant deep kiss with James. He had somehow
managed to place his hand so that it rested on her left breast and her nipple
was being delightfully teased as their tongues intertwined. The couples in
the
other parts of the room seemed to be engrossed in each other too, but the
lights
had been dimmed so much that it was difficult to see exactly what they were
doing. It almost looked as though they were making love - but that couldn't
be
possible, could it?
She laughed softly as James moved his hand under her dress and tweaked her
garter belt, and half-heartedly slapped his hand away, only to find her hand
resting on an extremely interesting bulge in his trousers. Flustered by this,
she confided her suspicions about the couple in the corner, only to be more
flustered when James suggested they go and have a look.
"But we can't!" she protested as he rose to take her across.
"Complete Communication, remember?" he replied with a smile. "I assure you
that
they won't mind. Come along now." He led her across the room until they were
only a few feet away from the couple.
She'd been right - they were making love! This was shocking! She could see
the man's penis shining in the dim light, sheathing and unsheathing itself
in
the woman's eagerly bouncing body that sat astride him on the seat. Really
quite shocking!
Why, if she looked more closely she could see how the woman's cunt lips clasped
his shaft and stroked it each time he withdrew. Absolutely shocking - but
the
tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach as she stared at them told her
otherwise!
"Hello Elizabeth," James said to the woman who turned to him with a smile,
never
breaking the rhythm of her lovemaking, "Have you met Marion yet?" But this
was
appalling! Elizabeth was the wife of George's Chief Executive! "And Marion,
this
is Mike - Gloria's husband."
"Hi Marion!" Mike said, "Hope you'll excuse me but I can't get up at the
moment."
"Liar!" Elizabeth grinned, "You're getting up all the time dear! Hello Marion
darling - haven't seen you for ages. We must get together later this evening.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some serious fucking to do here!"
"Sounds like a good idea!" James grinned, and led Marion back to their couch.
"Now where were we?" Before she could protest, he'd covered her mouth in
a
torrid kiss that left her breathless and in no mood to argue. Her cunt itched
for a good fuck - George hadn't fucked her in months with any real passion,
and
James now knew this from what she'd told him.
What the hell, she thought, watching Elizabeth and Mike had excited her,
and she
might as well have a fling with this handsome rogue while she could. She
kissed
him back passionately and began to remove her skirt.
"Deeper George!" Cynthia moaned, and thrashed her head from side to side
on the
pillow, thrusting her pelvis up at him as he rammed his cock inside her lithe
body. "Fuck me harder! FUCK ME! She orgasmed as George bellowed and shot
his cum
deep inside her writhing body.
Still breathing hard he bent his head and sucked her glorious nipples once
more
into his mouth as his cock still jerked inside her. God, but she was a
passionate fuck, this woman. He couldn't remember when he'd been carried
to such
heights of lust before.
Except - yes, the first years of his marriage with Marion. Nothing could
beat
the way that Marion had of squeezing her cunt just so when he came inside
her.
She seemed to be able to milk the last drop out of him. She was fantastic.
He
wished he could feel that now. Perhaps when they got home...
"Well done George! Very well done Cynthia darling! Have you left anything
for
me?" Gloria's voice came from the doorway, where she stood stark naked hanging
on the arm of a young man with an enormous erection. George's eyes nearly
came
out of his head. If he'd thought her voluptuous in her body suit, stark naked
she was a wet dream come true!
"Go to it George dear!" Cynthia whispered in his ear, "It's ages since I've
been
fucked by Harold and I can't wait. You were wonderful darling - now show
Gloria
what you can do!"
She deftly moved her torso so he withdrew from her cunt with a slight sucking
sound, then rolled over to take the young man between her thighs as Gloria
swayed towards George. High jutting breasts, a tiny waist flaring into the
most
erotic pair of wide hips he'd ever seen, and a neat bikini line on a cunt
that
pushed forward and screamed to be fucked - George's erection was back and
rampant before she'd even reached the bed and bent to suck his cock deep
in her
hot mouth!
Then all thoughts of anything but this magnificent woman left George's head
as
she straightened up and straddled him, lowering her cunt to meet his throbbing
cock and then riding him smoothly and passionately, breasts swaying in front
of
George's glazed eyes.
"More! I want more, more, MORE!!!" Marion gasped as she lay spread-eagled
below
Gloria's husband. James sucked her breasts as she writhed in passion and
felt
Elizabeth' fingers busy on her clitoris. Marion's own fingers were busy finger
fucking Elizabeth as wave after wave of sexual excitement coursed through
her
abandoned body.
An indeterminate time later, she realized that another, then another, and
yet
another ramming cock had replaced Mike's cock. She gave up all attempt at
trying
to count how many times she'd been fucked this evening, or licked, or finger
fucked. All she knew was that she wanted more, and more, and more!
By the time they left the Group that night, they knew that they would be
coming to every Group meeting they could. Gloria even had inter-Group meetings
occasionally, just to keep things spiced up. They also knew that all the
problems they'd experienced with their marriage seemed trivial now. Each
knew
that the best fuck in their lives was to be found at home, just by rolling
over in bed, for each knew the other's desires and needs intimately after
so
many years.
This new way of looking at the world held great possibilities Marion thought,
maybe she'd even see what her son thought about it.
THE END
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