"The reluctant neighbor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jenkins Peter)

CHAPTER SIX

Marily marveled at her unconcern in dressing before the two men, each of them watching her, Peter taking her brassiere and panties and smiling and tossing them aside and telling her that she didn't need them, wouldn't need them the rest of the week-end. She felt strangely satisfied, somehow calm and peaceful. She wanted to draw the whole world to herself and embrace it, hold it in her arms and stand and caress it.

She meekly let herself be led out of her own home by Peter and Hans and across the patio to the next patio and into his house. She thought at first that the party had somehow broken up, that most of the people had gone home. There were only four people in the living room, each of which Peter and Hans greeted profusely and spoke in front of her of her accomplishments and beautiful body. She blushed deeply.

Roy, a middle-aged but still handsome man said, "Peter, fix the drawing so that I can be with Marily." He laughed, slapping Peter on the back. Marily was horrified. The idea of a drawing in which she was the prize did not set well with her. She turned her back on them and started for the kitchen. Peter was just behind, took her in his arms and apologized for Roy's 'crudeness'. "He must have forgotten that you are here for the first time, Marily. I'm sorry." He held her in his arms and kissed her lightly, then, "Come on, let's make drinks for everyone. We'll have everyone in the living room in…" he looked at his watch, "exactly seven minutes."

It took just about seven minutes to make the drinks. Marily was aware of the increased noise and conversation in the other room, the one she had left shortly before. She hoped that she wouldn't be timid about facing them, prayed that what Peter had told her about Vivian not minding would be true. She knew that that would be her who was married to Peter.

Peter kissed her on the nose, then put a tray of drinks in her hands, said, "O.K.?" and then they went back to the living room. Marily heard Vivian's voice above everyone's and hesitated, then took a deep breath and walked into their midsts.

"Oh, what a lovely creature and all the time for nearly two months living and being next door and all kinds of doubts assailed me about asking her over and Peter, you sly dog you, and we're all ready and the second and last evens are made up and we'll all drink and then we'll draw and it is a good idea which is Peter's that we re-assemble and hope and speculate before the next one so here's to all and one."

Vivian stopped talking long enough to swallow a small amount from the glass that Marily had served her. Everyone joined in the toast, all of them drank deeply.

The concoction was delicious, Marily decided, drinking hers hesitantly at first, then taking more each time, enjoying the faint burning and soothing sensation that it gave her. She wondered what was in the drink that she had never tasted before, but then she decided that she didn't care. She held out her glass for a re-fill when Hans passed among the guests and replenished their glasses. She smiled warmly and secretly to Anna. It made her feel good.

Suddenly Anna, Hans' wife, started toward her. Marily had almost forgotten about her. She had the impulse to turn and flee, but she couldn't. She stood still and the nerves that controlled her to move suddenly froze. She tried to return the smile that Anna gave her, but it was impossible.

"Well, Marily, welcome to the club. Was Hans a devil with you?" Her green eyes were fastened on Marily; her smile was genuine and sincere.

"I… no… I don't…" Marily stuttered, suddenly angry with herself for her own stupidity. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.

"I understand, Marily. There is a first time for everything. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt. Let's sit down." She took Marily's arm and guided her to a chair in the dining room. "Look," she said, sitting her beautiful self onto a straight-backed chair, "I understand that I'm to be instrumental in helping your husband to join. Tell me what he's like."

Marily's thoughts, suddenly directed to Fred, caused her to laugh, and relax. "I don't know what to say, really, Anna. We've been married two years and…" she hesitated, then continued, feeling the sincerity of the woman sitting there as though it were a physical presence. "He's very conservative. And he's not… well he really doesn't seem to enjoy sex. Not like Peter and… your husband." She blushed deeply, her face suddenly burning like fire.

Anna laughed softly, patted Marily's arm. "I know what you mean. Hans was the same way. I don't suppose either of them bothered to tell you, but I joined the club before Hans did. Our marriage was on the point of breaking up, Marily, and then we found this. I used to be a legal secretary in the same building with Peter. He introduced me to the club, then arranged for Hans to come in. They have become very good friends, as you can see." She smiled and tilted her beautiful head and looked at the two men, standing tall above everyone in the room, laughing and joking with each other.

Marily couldn't find words to express her gratitude to the lovely Anna. She couldn't believe that she could ever come to be as self-assured, as self-contained as Anna was. She could find nothing to say to her; she felt that anything she might try would sound stupid and awkward. She remained silent and listened to Vivian.

"Marily, Marily where are you you lovely creature come and you are first no matter what anyone says about anything and the small amount of cheating that I'm doing she's our very special guest and…" She babbled on, coming to Marily and holding out a box in front of her with small pieces of white paper, folded, inside it. "Take your pick, Marily, but just one and then we'll announce the number and then we'll watch the man scramble for the matching odd or even." She smiled at Marily.

Marily's trembling hand reached into the shallow depth of the box and took a piece of paper from it. She didn't know what to do, what was expected of her. She got the general idea that she was to read the number as Vivian went on talking, never stopping, never seeming to need to breathe like other humans did. "… Read it, dear, for all to hear." She ran down and stood silently waiting for Marily to read the number from the slip of paper.

"Thirty-three," Marily whispered, frightened of the number for some reason, alarmed that she was suddenly the center of attention.

"Thirty-three, thirty-three," Vivian sang, turning back into the crowd and passing among them the box so that they could draw. Marily turned to Anna for help and an explanation.

"Oh, you've never done this before. I forgot. Vivian or Peter should have explained it to you. You have an odd number, so that whoever, rather whichever, man gets the even number in the thirties will be your companion for the rest of the evening. We're just trying this system. We used to draw only once in the beginning, then return the slips to the box. But, for this week-end we're trying something new. I think I like it."

Anna sat, smiled at her, and opened her own slip of paper. "I'm very lucky, Marily. I got number forty-five."

"I don't think that I can just be selected by a strange man and… just leave with him in front of all these people," Marily said, taken aback by the brashness of the whole idea.

"Oh, no, it's not done that way. You'll find that each room upstairs is numbered, say ten, twenty, thirty, etc. You just go there when you feel like it. Excuse me, I want to talk to Hans." She smiled, stood and walked away.

Marily knew that she was going home. She suddenly felt the overpowering need to be away, to get her thoughts in order. She stood, deciding not to say anything to anyone, just to slip out the back door and go to her own house. She just wasn't up to what was expected of her. She got as far as the kitchen. Peter stopped her by taking her arm.

"Let me get your drink for you, love," he said, taking her empty glass from her hand. He went around the small breakfast nook and opened the refrigerator and took the full pitcher from it, poured her glass full to the brim, did the same with his own, then handed hers to her. He kissed her lightly, just brushing her lips with his. "Marily, we have everyone here this week, which makes it a little crowded, so I volunteered your house. I felt that you might be more at ease there so thirty is your bedroom. O.K.?"

"Peter, I… can't. I mean… I was just going home now. I… I don't know how I'm ever going to face Fred." Suddenly she was crying, then just as suddenly she was in his arms, against him, he protecting and soothing her with his hands and strength.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I guess we're too much for you, coming all at once – no pun intended. I'll take you home," he said, leading her out the door. He took her to her own house. Marily couldn't stop crying. Peter soothed her and helped her into bed, kissing and touching and patting her; he placed her head gently on a pillow and told her that he would be back, for her to just relax, and finish her drink. He kissed her and left.

Marily lighted a cigarette, sipped at her drink and her tears gradually subsided. She put out the cigarette, then sank into the bed and dozed. She was awakened by deep throated laughter, heard the tread of feet in the hallway, then looked up to see Peter standing in the door, his smile showing to perfection his white teeth; his arm was around the shoulders of Roy.

"Marily, look who I brought you. A real prince." They advanced toward her. She shrank back into the bed, a feeling of utter hopelessness overpowering her. She had thought that Peter liked her, had even hoped that he loved her as she did him, and now she was horrified that he would bring in another man, to her bedroom, to enjoy her as he had done only a short while ago. She was suddenly deeply hurt.

Peter knew instinctively what was going through her mind. He went directly to her, took her in his arms in one sweeping gesture and kissed her profoundly. She responded without wanting to, clinging to him, his hot mouth burning hers, wanting to hold him so tight that he would never get away.

Marily soon was lost, caught up in the ecstasy of Peter's love. He felt her need for re-assurance, knew that he alone could provide it for her. He held her close to him, kissed her mouth, her eyes, her nose and fondled her breasts. He did find time to motion to Roy to get undressed and into the bed.

Marily felt the bed sag on the opposite side from where Peter's weight was, but for some reason – because Peter was there and was holding and kissing her – it made no difference. She had begun to feel the fires inside her building again, had started to need badly Peter's hard love inside her. Peter eased himself from her arms, gently and with concern, and said, smoothing his hand over her forehead, "Marily, be good to Roy. He is a good friend." He saw her brow wrinkle, knew that she was becoming frightened again, so he said, "Roy, hold her, she's a bit shy this first time."

Marily felt herself being taken into the arms of the total stranger who was in her bed. She wanted to resist, to cry out, but Peter was asking her to do this, for him. She couldn't sort it all out in her mind, but she knew that she would do whatever he wanted her to do, so she let herself relax in the arms of Roy. She was instantly aware of his nakedness, against her, the length of her legs; she could feel the hair on him. It bristled against her.

"Kiss her, Roy," Peter said, softly, withdrawing himself totally from her.

Roy did. He took Marily to him, then put his mouth onto hers, pressed his lips into her and ran his hand down her back, over the white mounds, the naked buttocks, delighted in the softness of them. He wanted to rush himself into her, to kiss and fuck and plow and pump, but he held himself back, followed the advice Peter had given him on the way over. He took it slowly, exploring every delicious curve and crevice of her, from her neck to her thighs.

For both of them, suddenly and together, they realized that Peter was gone. He had been there for Marily, his presence lending credence to what she was doing because she was doing it more to please him than for her own pleasure, watching and guiding her. For Roy he had been there as a warning to him to follow his instructions and not frighten or scare the girl. Then, he was gone. Neither of them had heard him leave or had been aware of his departure. Realizing this fact, they laughed together, Marily shyly, then more forcefully, along with Roy.

Roy wasted no more time. He knew that Marily had accepted him, wanted him, so he moved his body onto her and began to kiss her in earnest, his mouth pressed into her, his tongue over her lips and between her teeth and into her mouth and back, then withdrew it slowly, almost all the way out and felt her hold on it, her refusing to let it get away from her. He ran it in and out of her mouth, gently, then more quickly, and delighted in her response.

Marily felt his hardening on her stomach, felt his tongue probing impatiently into her mouth. She had taken it, liked the feeling of it, and sucked it into her. Then he had started to withdraw it, she felt, and that she did not want, could not give up the pleasure it gave her. She caught it with her teeth before he could deny her its pleasure. She moved her body slightly upward, pressing her soft white stomach into his rising prick, loving the hardness of it.

Roy squeezed and massaged and tore at her buttocks, felt her squirm and raise up to press into his ever lengthening hardness. He pushed down into her stomach, wanting to slip into her soft pink cunt, but knowing that he would not, could not, as yet. He moved his mouth from her, kissed her chin, then moved his body slightly so that his head was above her beautiful, firm breasts. He kissed one, then the other, then licked them with his tongue, feeling the sensations that he caused there flicking into her body then out again to the surface and onto his.

He kissed and bit and slavered like a child at her tits, then put his mouth over the nipple, sucked and worked it with his tongue until he felt it spring to life, bursting to hardness and rigidity against his tongue. He worked at both of them, could feel the quivering that his hot mouth caused.

Marily could not control her feeling, her response to Roy. His sucking and biting and teasing of her breasts, then her nipples, sent strange, uncontrolled electric pleasure through her. She wanted to push them into him, make him take the whole of them in his mouth to bite and suck and burn her. She grabbed his head with her hands and looked at him, at the top of his busy moving head. His hair was streaked with silver gray and it was soft and silky under her hands. She loved the color of it, the softness of it, and the pleasure it gave her to push him onto her. She moved her hands to his muscled back, ran them the whole length of it, then back to his head. She felt his pole like prick on her stomach, wanted to spread her legs and suck it into her burning cunt. But, she didn't want to be forward, to have him think that she was like a common whore. She would just be patient and make herself enjoy and appreciate his busy mouth on her breasts.

Roy moved his mouth from her breasts, moved his head down her body and kissed the softness of her stomach where only a minute ago the hardness of his prick had lain. Her hands still pressed down on his head, felt like butterflies on his back, and he continued on, taking small bites of her flesh in his teeth and feeling her rising up to meet his every action, kissed her lower stomach, just above the soft mound of her vagina. He liked the feel of her soft, sparse pubic hair on his chin.

He took her legs, moved them apart, and moved his mouth down to her cunt. He spread the soft, hair-lined lips with his fingers, then probed gently around them with his tongue. He was awarded by the pressure of her hands on his head. They drew him forward with all their strength. He pushed his tongue on into the soft pinkness, then withdrew it and started the same process all over again. He heard her moan, starting low inside her chest then traveling through her, somehow emitting itself from her throat and changing into a higher note of sensual anticipation.

He turned his body upside down, never taking his mouth from her tender opening, until his feet stuck above her head. Then he raised his head slightly, moved his arms so that they were under her hips and his hands were cupping the smooth flesh of her buttocks, pulling them slightly apart, and lifted her crotch to his face. Then, felt her hands move teasingly over his own buttocks, then slide around to his balls, kneading them, almost causing him to cry out in pleasure, then the softness of them closing over his lust-hardened cock. His pleasure knew no bounds when he felt the smooth rubbery head being hesitantly probed at by her tongue. He did not force his cock into her, but let her get used to it, to slowly feed it into her own mouth. He kept his own tongue busy inside her soft vaginal slit, in and out, in and out, then took the soft clitoris with his teeth.

She bucked upwards toward his mouth, then, with a soulful groan, sucked his cock into her own. He kept hold of the clitoris, maneuvering it with his teeth and tongue, and pushed his hips slowly so that she would take all of his huge throbbing cock into the warm, wet confines of her mouth.

Marily wiggled and moved her hips under him with the first realization that he was kissing her pussy. She was not surprised when he moved his body so that his prick was in her face. She had been silently wishing that he would allow her to kiss him there, but had certainly had no intention of doing so without his asking. She was aware of the movement of his body, the turning of it, so that she opened her eyes and saw the hugeness of his prick there for her. She placed her hands on his buttocks, which were hard and muscular, so unlike her soft female ones that it seemed to be nothing but knots of muscles. She ran her hand over it, down the crack of it, then moved them around to his balls. She enjoyed the feel of them in her hands. They felt like tender, soft eggs to her. Then she had touched his large, pulsating organ, had squeezed it in both her hands, and had not managed to cover even part of it. She looked at the large, purple head and saw a speck of moisture seeping through it and had wanted it in her mouth, wanted to enjoy the taste of it with the tip of her tongue. She kissed it, slowly, then guided the head into her mouth, over her tongue and between her teeth. It was too large for her. Her jaws were sore, used as they had been by Peter and Hans, so she had stopped it there, only a third of it in her mouth yet still touching the back of her throat. She moaned softly around it and began a gentle sucking motion with her lips.

Then she had felt the delicious biting of her clitoris. It had caused pains of pleasure to shoot into her, to consume her to the secret depths of her vagina. She felt his insistent push on into her mouth and she tried to accommodate him, had opened and let the huge pole be pushed into her throat. Then suddenly without warning, her loins were on fire from the probing and biting by Roy's hot, wet mouth and he was moving his prick in and out of her mouth and her arms were wrapped around his hips drawing him into her and wanting him to stay there forever.

Roy could never in his wildest dreams imagine that she could be as good as she was. He loved eating her tight little cunt, sliding his rough tongue into it, all the way, feeling the pressure and the clean, sweet tasting moisture from the lips and the walls of her pink, hot pussy. He had been a little surprised when she had taken the whole of his prick inside her mouth, had enjoyed the tightness as it slipped further and further into her throat, felt the constriction of pressure on the head of it until it suddenly slipped in, in and down, just as he nibbled and chewed at her clitoris. He began to move his hips, back and forward, then felt her rising pelvis slapping up wildly into his face, he had moved his prick in faster and faster, then slowed his motions when he felt her arms tightly encircle his ass.

He increased his licking and biting and sucking of her cunt, and his own motion in and out of her mouth, until he felt her building up to orgasm. And suddenly it was there for him too, in his balls, a tightening and preparedness to explode. He lashed into her with his tongue, probing and withdrawing, and his hands worked at her anus, tearing and probing and working deep into the rubbery tightness, and he increased his plunging into her until he felt her ready, felt the nerves inside her collect and draw themselves together for the final sparking of the fuse, then he jerked his body violently and moved one leg over her head and pounded into her mouth with all his might and force and bit and chewed and sucked her cunt. He felt her whole body tense and come up to meet his at the same time he felt the need to come. Then it was there. He ground his tongue deep into her and his prick plunged all the way down her tender throat and he ground down on that, and her whole body gave an earthshaking tremble and jerked in wild spasms and then he came, the release erupting from him, seeming to come from all his muscles, the shooting out of him of all the strength that he was sure he would ever possess.

Marily was going wild with his tongue lashing into her soft, tight cunt and the hugeness of his overly large cock in her mouth, filling it absolutely full, then into her throat and suddenly he was moving faster, in and out of her, shoving his prick all the way down into her. She had felt the movement of him so fast that she had not realized what was happening until her head was between his legs and he pushed even more of his hard pulsating prick into the small passage of her throat. Suddenly her insides had gathered together for the mad relief that she knew must come and she could not help but move toward the tongue that was inflicting such painful pleasure on her. Her mouth was being used cruelly, she felt that her throat was being torn apart, and then he had plunged more fully into her, then wildly until she came, then he had done so immediately, filling her sucking mouth with his hot sperm, burning and sliding over and down her throat. Her pleasure was ten fold that she had ever experienced before. Her whole body had rocked with it, jolt after jolt, until she had fully flowed, deep within herself, and had the welcome relief that she now lay in and enjoyed.

She felt the slow softening of Roy's cock against her tongue, then his slow movement upwards, then the slippery withdrawal of it from her mouth, over her lips, the large head seeming reluctant to quit its deep pleasure. Then it was gone, away from her contact, and the bed moved and she felt his arms on her body, his hands moving along her and stopping at her breasts, then his head was above her and he came softly to her lips with his own and kissed her gently, then lay his head down beside hers.

"Wonderful," he whispered. "Wonderful."

"Yes," Marily agreed. "Wonderful."

"Put your hand on my cock," he whispered, guiding it there as he spoke.

Marily felt the delightful softness of him, still wet from her saliva and his sperm, and she let her hand rest on his cock. It felt wonderful to her. She squeezed it, lightly, then to her surprise it responded to her caress and hardened just a bit. She continued squeezing it, each time feeling it become harder and harder, and he began to kiss her, first her shoulder, then her neck, then he raised himself up and kissed her mouth.

Before long it was all there again, her need and desire. His hands were on her breasts, his tongue filling her mouth, her own little cunt undergoing movements of its own, opening and closing fish-like down between her thighs. He moved his hand down her body, between her thighs and ran his fingers into her, moving the lips apart. She moaned softly again and moved her hips up to meet the rough fingers, but he did not push them into her fully.

"What do you want, Marily?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"You in me, Roy," she breathed, realizing that she had spoken his name for the first time.

"Then ask me to fuck you," he said.

"Do it, Roy. Do it. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me," she said, the lewd words exciting her more.

Roy brushed the softness of her pubic hair aside and parted the lips of her vagina with his fingers, then had her guide the head of his hardened cock to the opening he had made there for it. She had grabbed him frantically, her nails digging into the sides of his cock and unerringly put the head into her soft, waiting slit. Then she moaned. Roy pushed his hips forward slightly, just slipping the head past the warm, clasping lips, and Marily groaned as though she were being split apart. He kissed her, probing his tongue into her mouth. She took it immediately and sucked it deep into her, then he shoved in further with his cock, about half of it, and she moaned under him again. He gently eased it in, all the way, then rested inside her, throbbing against her deep insides, enjoying the comforting closeness of her warm, wet walls throbbing around his prick. He kissed her.

Marily had felt the huge wedge being forced into her, knew that he was stretching her beyond reason, but realized that she could take him, all of him into her, that she loved the feeling, that she could never be able to get enough of him. She knew that he was bigger than either Peter or Hans and she had to admit, as she gnashed and sucked his tongue, that he was better, was not so impatient, knew more than either of them did. She began to burn inside as he slowly pulled out of her, felt the million little fires that were ignited within her cunt, inflamed by the vacuum he left there.

Roy withdrew from her, then eased his solidly hard prick back into her, pushed deep down into her belly, imagining that he could feel all the heat of her stomach resting on top of his hardened rod of flesh. Then, patiently, he started a rocking motion, in and out, that he knew would bring her quickly to a demanding need of him, a need that she would not be able to fight.

He did nothing more than that, just pushed his big cock into her, the head's largeness and softness, gently opening the walls for the rest of his passage, then drew out, then just as gently pushed in again. He kissed her, massaged her back and squeezed her curved mounds with his hands, then released them and ran his hands back up her as he withdrew.

Marily's pleasure was indescribable. She loved the coming into her by him, his hardness pushing relentlessly into her, then not resting but withdrawing, his rhythm in her cunt matched by the magic of his hands on her back and buttocks. She wallowed in the pleasure it gave her, sucked gently on his tongue and took it deep within her as he pushed in his prick, then sucked it as he withdrew its wetness again. Her body began to change, slowly, a dam of need rose deep in her belly with his every plunge and withdrawal. She began to move under him, to help him slide more easily into her and to satisfy her own rapidly increasing lust.

Roy felt her moving under him, knew that her rate of breathing was increasing slowly, and he accommodated her ever so slightly by moving in and out just a bit faster, nothing that she would notice he was doing, but faster just the same. Suddenly she bucked under him, threw her cunt into his hard prick as he was withdrawing from her. He knew that her moment had come, that she was ready for the total assault on her tight little pussy that he planned to give her. He pushed his pole-hard prick all the way into her slightly, then withdrew. He repeated the same thing twice more, was satisfied with her happy groan of pleasure under him, then withdrew his mouth from hers and asked into her ear, "Do you like it?"

"Yes! Yes, oh yes!" Marily moaned moving under him and clawing at his back.

"Then ask me to fuck you, ask me to fuck you," he encouraged her gently.

"Do, Roy, do fuck me," she cried, thrusting onto him, skewering her burning cunt up the full length of his rock hard cock.

Roy slipped his hands down her back, between the cleft of her smooth ass, fingered her rectum and then continued down, over her thighs, locked his arms, under her knees and raised her legs up over her, past her stomach and moved himself up slightly, and directed her legs up his arms, almost to his shoulders, then moved into her, deliberately withholding some of his hard prick from her sucking cunt.

"Oh, oooh," she moaned under him, every crevice of her vagina feeling filled to overflowing with his hardness.

Roy ordered her to ask for it, to beg him for his prick, as much for his own pleasure as to get her to open up somewhat, to cast off some of her holding back that he had seen her display the first part of the evening and further when he had joined her in bed.

"Fuck me, oh please fuck me," she responded, into the hollow of his neck, flailing her head back and forth, pulling and tearing at his back.

Sensing her desperation, Roy tightened his muscles, dug his toes into the bed, and plunged into her, fully, thrusting his hard pole into the innermost secret part of her, felt her pussy tighten around his hardness, then relax and gobble the head of his throbbing cock deep inside, then close warmly around it. Marily screamed under him, her hands stopped their drawing and clawing at his well-muscled back, then she lay still, sucking in deep breaths of air.

He moved out, gently, and then plunged back in slowly, only half-way; her hands returned to his back, her legs stopped quivering, and he readied himself again, slowly pushed into her, felt the same delightful sensation of going into her deeply and the fitting around the head of his huge prick the very, very before unpenetrated part of her, and she responded, again her hands pulling him toward and into her.

"Beg! Beg me, Marily," he told her.

Marily would have eaten live coals to satisfy her need. She was assaulted by desire originating in her cunt, then from her breasts, her mouth, her buttocks and her legs. She thrust upwards at him, begged, "Fuck me. Fuck me with your delicious cock, fuck me in the cunt with it, darling… please… oh please!"

Roy rewarded her by grinding into her, emphatically, each time she shrieked out one of the obscene words that were so new to her. He could feel himself building up, knew that she was, so he ground down, deep into her, and she yelled "Oooh, fuck my cunt," and he plunged, grinding, then withdrew and she cried, "Screw me, fuck me deep. Oh, oooh, Roy, fuck me, oh," and he did. He bored into her deeper and harder and plowed and ground and he felt her movement deep inside, the whole of her cunt sucking and sucking against his hard prick and he rammed into her, and knew that she was coming and then felt her liquid spread out of her, onto the head of his prick and cause him to cum and he heightened his muscles and plunged, and tore into her and then the wonderful feeling of release came to him, his balls tightened and then released their semen, rushing it through his throbbing prick into her, drowning her with the outward rush of hotness. He ground and twisted and tore at her flesh with his hands until he was exhausted, until the last of his hot semen had spewed out of him, then relaxed atop her soft body.

"Thank you, Roy," Marily said to him between her gasps of satisfaction, her soft hands resting on his back and on his head.

"Don't thank me, beautiful," he said, kissing her breasts lightly. "Let's sleep. The party has really just started."

He slept. Marily lay awake, enjoying the feeling of contentment that she had, dreamed lazily of nothing, tried to feel guilt for what she had done, been doing, but she could not. She smiled to herself, knew that ahead of her lay fulfillment and joy as she had never imagined. Eventually, she fell asleep, a deep, deep easy sleep surrounding her.