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CHAPTER FOUR

Ron Merril left the Graduate Dean's office feeling a sharp disappointment. The portly Dean, his hands folded serenely over his ample paunch, had steadfastly refused to allow Ron to drop even one of his grueling courses.

"After all, Mr. Merril, the requirements have been laid down, and any deviation from your planned work may delay you for an entire academic year."

"… But, it's important to me," Ron argued. "I just don't have enough time for myself."

"Ah, yes, but I suppose that's one of the sacrifices one must make." It was meaningless platitude.

"It could cost my marriage!" Ron blurted.

"Hmmm, I see…" The Dean polished his glasses before going on, "Well, of course, marriage counseling is a little out of my line… but I'm sure that any reasonable woman would make the adjustments… and…"

"We don't need a marriage counselor… just some time that I can call my own!" Ron told him levelly. "That's why I want to drop a couple of courses, so I can spend a little more time with Susan!"

"I'm sure you understand the consequences if you don't follow the outlined course study. None of your courses can be waived, and I might point out that dropping courses could very well result in your dropping out of the doctoral program altogether. That could be disastrous for your future… and I might add that I feel you do have a brilliant academic future ahead of you. I would hate to see that future destroyed for you!"

"… But… what about right now…?"

"Well, Mr. Merril, in the long run, the decision must be yours. I could very well sign your petition for release from those courses, but I would feel strongly about it. I would recommend that you continue, just as you are!"

There was no shaking the man from his position, and Ron didn't want to jeopardize his attainment of his Doctor of Philosophy degree. He had no choice but to keep up the grind… perhaps ease off a little, but there were still those exacting, time-consuming courses that he had to have completed by the end of the school year. Hell! The damned university is nothing but a factory… and people like me are its product… coming out all polished and ready for jobs that might not even exist by the time I get that damned degree!

He wondered whether it was worthwhile, as he reviewed the situation in his mind. His conclusion was in favor of getting the doctorate, now. If I do have to drop out… I may never be able to get back to it, again…! And, Susan and I will just have to work something out! She's right, of course… that she couldn't make as much money anywhere else as she does at that Rent-a-Model studio! We'll find some solution to the problem!

Ron's disappointment at not being able to reduce the grueling pace of his studies, if he were to attain his degree according to schedule was nothing compared to the horns of the emotional dilemma upon which Susan struggled.

"Don't you understand, darling," Ron tried to explain, "if I drop those courses, it'll extend everything for at least another year?"

Susan shared her husband's ambition. That's why she was so willing to help him… but if she were to help by continuing her lewd posing at The Camera's Eye, there would always be the problem of her heightened sexual needs that Ron wouldn't be able to satisfy because of lack of time and drained energies. It was also certain that Ron couldn't remain in school if she didn't work at something. Clerking in a library certainly wouldn't make enough to support them. They both knew that, so Susan would have to keep working as a Rent-a-Model. The problem just seemed to go in circles, always coming back to the same things, over and over.

"Okay, Ron… I understand… and I'll try not to be too demanding…" Oh, it's so mixed up… so different from when we were first married… and he scared me half to death… wanting to do it all the time! I was sure then that he was some kind of a sex maniac! Now… I'm the one who's worked up all the time… and can't get enough of it! She wished that there was something else that she could do, that she had some other marketable skill she could exploit, such as being a secretary or sales clerk, but it was useless even to think about it. Her typing was horrible. She didn't know shorthand or filing, and she was terrified of selling things to people in a store.

… Then, a few nights later it happened. Susan discovered a partial answer. Ron had arrived home dead tired, as usual. He tumbled into bed and slept so soundly that she knew she would never be able to awaken him.

Disconsolately, she began her own preparations for bed, her body crying for a sexual release. No matter how hard she tried to ignore what the voyeuristic men wielding cameras in the studio said or asked her to do, there was still that sexiness there. It was in their eyes, the things they said and in the bulging erection in their pants. She trod a dangerous line, knowing that one slip, like giving one of them her address or telephone number, could result in something she didn't want… an affair with another man. Yet, how easy it would have been. She avoided the temptation like the plague. God! I couldn't do that! I just couldn't!

She was in the shower soaping herself, her hands running in unconscious sensuousness over her body, cupping and massaging her sensitive, tingling breasts, the nipples coming up hard in the palms of her hands and the glowing sensations seeming to spread and permeate her whole body to concentrate themselves in her loins… And there's nothing I can do!

Or was there?

Today, the next to the last man, who had posed hers took out of his attache case a carefully wrapped object. "Do you know what's in here, Susan…?" he asked, his eyes glowing with salacious desire for her.

"No… not really…" she had answered offhandedly.

"Look!" the middle-aged voyeur gloated, as he quickly unwrapped a huge, rubber dildo, looking closely at her to see her reaction to it.

"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, her eyes widening.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Yes! It's a dildo… and I'm not having any part of it!" It was the second time she had been confronted by a man wielding one of those things in his hand and wanting her to use it on herself. The last time, she had gone along with it, barely entering the head of the rubber penis into her vagina, but she had made up her mind – regardless of what the consequences might be with Miss Sloan – that she wouldn't ever do that again.

"… But, I thought you were supposed to pose any way I want you to…?"

"That's right! Anything but that!"

"Okay! I'll just have to ask for some other girl who will, then!" he exploded.

Susan knew that she couldn't afford a complaint from him; it could mean the loss of her job. "All right…" she conceded, "I'll pose with it… any way you want me to, except actually… putting it in… okay?"

He had been mollified by her compromise, and the somewhat chubby, graying client had taken several pictures with her holding it in position against the mouth of her vagina… even one shot of her kissing the head of that monstrous penis substitute. At least, he hadn't registered a complaint by asking for another model, and he had suggested that he'd probably be back, again, asking for her.

… Then, as she went on showering, her hands now running down over her hips and finally between her thighs, as she soaped and cleaned herself, her fingers caressed unconsciously the hardening bud of her clitoris. She gasped with the pleasurable sensations her fingers brought her… and she remembered that enormous rubber penis she had held in her hands, the idea suddenly ricocheting around inside her skull that maybe – just maybe – something like that would help her to gain the sexual satisfaction she needed… But, God… it's so cold-blooded… just a kind of… of self abuse!

If she had had that dildo in her hands right then, though, she probably would have used it… because she found it so difficult to tear her hands away from her own genitals. Standing back away from the shower, she allowed the water to stream down onto her abdomen to rinse away the soap, her hand returning, again, to the short, hard bud at the top of her furrowed cunt. Before she knew what was happening to her, stop herself from doing it, she had reached an ecstatic level of sexual arousal, so far gone that there was only one thing she could do. With long, smooth strokes, her finger began to slide up and down along the right side of her clitoris, in a regular tempo, as she began to masturbate, knowing instinctively what she must do… even though she had never done it before to completion. My God! What am I doing… to myself? She knew… really, but she couldn't stop. Nothing, at that point, could have made her stop it.

OOoooh! I've got to have something… more! The something more she needed was a pounding cock in her cunt, but that was impossible. Ron was completely exhausted. Anyway, it was too late. Then, she slid her hand on down farther, a finger slipping into the moist warmth of her cunt's mouth. It felt so small and insignificant. She inserted a second finger, and the increased breadth of both fingers felt better, began to give her a sense of well-being; however, she needed the extra sensations her clitoris provided. Then, again, almost instinctively, she used her thumb, letting it slide up and down the quivering, length of her sensitive sex bud, while at the same time a third tiny finger joined the other two in the sheath of her vagina.

A sudden revealing to her of why some women would stoop to use one of those horrible-looking dildoes, was like a breath of fresh air to her troubled mind. God! Now, I know… and if I had something… right now… I'd probably use it! For she knew then that she would masturbate herself to climax.

Faster and faster, her hand worked, as she finger-fucked herself, knowing only that the ecstatic rapture she was feeling would bring her the release from built up tension… sexual tension of such intensity, that it could not be sublimated.

In her imagination, she felt herself lying under her husband, while his hard length plunged in and out of her soft, trembling cuntal sheath. It helped to imagine it that way. Somehow, it helped her to feel less guilty about it. Masturbation, she remembered being told when she was quite small was bad for you; although, it had never been explained just how it was supposed to be harmful. It would take a while for her to get over that idea, but for now, there was guilt in her. She'd have to live with it… until when she was more enlightened, she would realize that it's really quite normal and natural for both men and women.

… And, then, in spite of guilt, the pleasure of what she was doing overwhelmed her, and she gave herself over to that joy completely, her hand moving faster, her fingers plunging deeper into the mouth of her cunt, until suddenly, her orgasm burst upon her convulsively. She moaned to herself, afraid to cry out with the ecstasy she felt for fear that she might awaken her husband.

OOOoooh! Oh!

It was a complete orgasm, leaving her satisfied physically; although mentally she was distraught, a rising disgust in her with what she had done spoiled it for her. She would never tell Ron about it, but if she had to do it to herself, again, she would make sure that her husband couldn't possibly find out… suspect her of it. Susan wasn't sure what his reaction would be… but she remembered his remarking one time that almost every man, especially as young teen-agers, masturbated… But, I'd just die… if he found out! Somehow, she equated it with a kind of infidelity.

"Isn't there some way the rules could be changed… just a little bit so that we wouldn't have to do those sexy things those old men… want us to do…?" Susan asked.

She was seated in Linda Sloan's private office, dressed only in the light wrapper she wore between customers. That same man, who had wanted her to pose with a dildo, had returned, again. This time he had brought in a special girdle constructed of shiny black leather, along with a pair of long, matching gloves and boots; then, when he had produced a leather whip from his attache case, Susan had been genuinely terrified. For an instant, she had thought he had meant to use it on her… but instead he handed the horrible thing to her. It was part of the bizarre costume he wanted her to put on for him.

It was kinky, she knew, but again, she had gone along with him, donning the fetishistic clothing and allowing him to take pictures of her; however, when he begged her to use the whip on him, she balked.

"No!" she gasped. "I can't do something like that!"

"I'll pay you double what you ordinarily get!"

"No!" She had thrown the whip down and began taking off the leather garments. "Your time is up!"

Silently, he had packed up his cameras and the leather clothing, leaving without another word.

Linda Sloan regarded her with watchful, green eyes, reaching up to arrange a stray wisp of strawberry blonde hair.

"Susan, honey… we've already been over that, and I'm not going to change the rules!"

"Well… how about perverted things…?"

"Like what…?"

Susan told her in detail about the chubby man and his dildoes, first; then, explained what had happened on his second visit, telling her about the black, leather garments and the whip.

"That's a different story… and he went too far!" Linda blazed. "What time was he in there with you…?"

Business-like, Miss Sloan jotted down the information Susan gave her. "It won't happen again, honey! I'll make sure of that!"

"Thank you, Miss Sloan," Susan murmured, "but… about those other things we were talking about…?"

"There isn't much to talk about… and I can't have special rules for you… you know that!"

"Well… I just wanted you to know… It's causing a problem with my marriage…?"

"How…?"

"You remember… I told you that all that sexy stuff they want… makes me get aroused…?"

"Yes… I remember…" Linda's eyes were interested now. Somehow, she divined what was coming next.

"My husband, Ron, is working toward his doctorate at the university… and he's so tired most of the time that…" She found it difficult to say.

"… And, he's not… taking care of you properly…?" Linda's eyebrows arched, and there was a faint smile of anticipation curling the corners of her sensuous mouth.

"Yes… that's it…" Susan admitted, dropping her own eyes.

Miss Sloan was rising then and coming around her desk, her full-bodied, mature figure fetchingly dressed in a tailored pantsuit. She had known it would happen… sooner or later, and she was happy to take advantage of a situation. Leaning back to sit easily and relaxed on the comer of her desk, she asked, "Does it get bad… real bad… to the point where you'd do almost anything to get your release…?" Her voice was low, gently urgent.

"Yes… it does! The other night, Ron was so bushed that I knew it was hopeless… and I… I…" Susan stopped short; she hadn't intended to reveal any of the intimacies of her sex life, especially anything regarding her having had to masturbate, to get her release.

"You played with yourself… so you could cum…?"

"Y-Yes…" Susan averted her eyes in embarrassment and shame, her cheeks coloring prettily with her blush.

"You did the right thing, of course… but you're thinking that it's only your husband, who can give you satisfaction… aren't you…?" Linda asked, her eyes showing the deep undercurrent of her own desire.

"Why yes…"

"That's nonsense, you know?!"

Susan's eyes darted up at her employer questioningly, unable to fathom the older woman's meaning.

"I don't understand? That's the main reason people get married!"

"You don't have to have a man… to get real satisfaction!"

An inkling of Linda Sloan's argument, the point she was trying to make, came through dimly to Susan Merril, and she unconsciously drew her wrapper closer about her, as she struggled to her feet, knowing that she had to leave the office right then. My God! I think she's trying to suggest something! It was a preposterous idea that orbited in Susan's mind. No! I won't have anything to do… with… THAT!

Felinely, Linda Sloan was there, almost pouncing on her with bared claws, as she came to stand in front of Susan, pushing her back into the chair.

"You do understand what I mean, don't you?" Linda hissed. "You're the most ravishing thing I've seen in a long time… and I've been saving you for myself!" Her hands grasped the lapels of the light robe Susan wore and pulled it open to reveal the satiny flesh of her full-orbed breasts. "Beautiful!"… Then, before Susan could recoil or make an objection, her employer's tiny hands were on them, caressing and massaging, her fingers, with the sure knowledge of another woman, rolling the pink buds of her nipples to almost instant, sensation-producing erection. The younger blonde, knew that it was wrong… but somehow she couldn't draw away… couldn't cry out or make herself run away. It was as though she were mesmerized, rooted in place, in the chair… and she could do nothing to stop it.

"Please…?" Susan managed to choke. "I-I… just couldn't… do that!"

"How do you know…?"

Not waiting for an answer, Linda was pulling at her, lifting her up and slipping the wrapper off. Carelessly she tossed the garment to the back of the chair and took Susan in her arms, her lips seeking for and finding the young wife's sensuous mouth, and her hands were busy, swarming over the voluptuous curves, feeling the soft, velvety skin of her smooth back and the pliant flesh of her buttocks, as she held her close and possessively.

Moments before, Susan couldn't have believed it was possible that a woman's hands and mouth would make her feel the way she did, at that instant in time, as she accepted the older woman's kiss, allowing Linda's tongue to snake into her mouth where it probed about searchingly, sexily. OOoooh! It feels so good… but I can't let her go on… like this!

… Then, Miss Sloan wasn't kissing her mouth; she had dipped her head downward to take a sensate, coned-out nipple into her mouth. As she sucked on it, Susan felt a sudden surging warmth begin to pervade her body, its glow seeming to concentrate in her quivering, white belly. Somehow, the tingling sensations down there, between her thighs, were singing a prelude to forbidden joys. God! I've got to stop her… stop myself… before it's too late!

… Suddenly, Susan steeled herself and drew back away from the lewdly salacious mouth that seemed to be draining her of moral sense… driving her to distraction and toward a relationship she knew was perverted and so very wrong. It went against the grain of everything she had been brought up to value in life. "Please, Miss Sloan… don't do that! My husband… wouldn't like it… if…"

"Fuck your husband! He's not doing anything for you… and I can… and will!" Linda Sloan spat, her beautifully sensuous lips twisted with both passion and hate.

Never in her life had Susan heard a woman use that four-letter, obscene word. It sliced through her like a sharp knife, and she flushed crimson as her jaw gaped and her eyes widened.

Linda was leading her then unprotestingly toward the couch, her voice urgent, as she said, "I've been that route with men, already. They're always performing… and expecting us to be their admiring audience… except that right now, your husband isn't doing anything for you… right…?"

Dumbly, Susan nodded, as she sat down on the couch with the older woman, not knowing why she stayed when every fiber of her brain was telling her to flee. Linda went on, "… And, that's the trouble with men! Everything depends on their being able to get it up and keep it up… and without a hard-on there's nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

"… But, what do you want with me! Why are you doing… all of this…?" Susan wailed.

"Because I want you… want to make it with you, baby… and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"But, I couldn't… do it with… you…!"

"Why…?"

"It's not the same as… with Ron… and besides it's so horribly wrong…!"

"Is it? You may think so, now… but you'll find out that love between two women can be something really beautiful!"

Susan moaned, as again, Linda Sloan's fingers began to trace teasingly the swelling contours of one of her luscious, alabaster-white breasts. Feebly she protested, "No… please…?"

"… And, I'll show you…!" Miss Sloan promised.

Quickly, the green-eyed, strawberry blonde was on her feet and crossing to her office door to lock it; then, she pressed the intercom switch on her desk and told the receptionist-cashier on duty that she didn't want to be disturbed.

Now, turning her full attention on her young, naive model, she walked toward her stripping off her own clothing; jacket, blouse and bra coming off before she reached the couch.

Wide-eyed with apprehension and not a little fear of what might be happening next, Susan bolted from the couch, grabbing for her light robe, but at the same time, she couldn't keep her eyes from the other woman's breasts. Linda's full-mounded breasts were round, melon-like, high on her chest and close together, her velvety skin, white and translucent, the bluish, tracery of tiny veins giving them a depth of surface that was intriguing. Desperately, she tried to dodge past her employer, but she was trapped at the desk, as Linda's arms went around her, those fabulous breasts pressing in warmly against her own.

"OOooh…" Susan began to protest, but it was stifled in her throat as Linda's soft lips captured her own, again; against her will, she felt herself forced back to the couch. No sooner had they arrived at the couch, again, than Linda reached out to it, released a lever on its backrest and converted it instantly into a bed. Then, Susan felt herself pushed down to lie flat on the soft mattress, unable to make another move to save herself from this lesbian seduction. Still standing, Linda slowly removed her slacks and panties, while her eyes raked the loveliness of Ron Merril's wife. Instinctively, she knew that the young girl wouldn't try to bolt now. She's ready for it! As her own panties came off over the generously full contours of her hips, she felt that moist warmth down there between her thighs telling her of her own readiness. Damn! I'm glad that I bided my time! It was worth it!

Self-lovingly, her hands roamed over her own body, cupping the fullness of her breasts, then gliding down across her belly and over her hips coming at last to the softly curling hair of her pubic mound, one of her fingers sliding down into the pink furrow of her pussy to feel the tingling spikiness of her hardened clitoris. She shivered delicately with the slashing, wildfire of sensations that charged through her ecstatic body. "Lovely!" she murmured to herself. At that moment, she was a very happy woman, as she embarked on yet another conquest.

… And then, as Linda started to lie down beside her, Susan was galvanized into action; she slid across the bed away from the other woman, her sensibilities still not allowing her to let it happen.

Her cry was strangled in her throat. "No! Please…? Don't! Don't touch me…!" She turned on her side, her back to Linda Sloan, and tried to slide off the bed.

But Linda's arms were around her, turning her and clamping her body tight to her own. Susan's smaller breasts were mashed in close to the soft fullness of the older woman's breasts, and when Miss Sloan kissed her this time, there was no denying her arousal. Uncontrollable lightnings were flashing in her belly, and as Linda's hands caressed her, she found herself responding, kissing back, her own hands feeling the soft curves of the other woman's body pressed so close to hers.

Their mouths were welded together, tongues moving intertwiningly, and below Susan felt the undulation of Linda's pelvis against her own searing pussy. It felt so good – and so naughty – to lie there so close, but Susan wondered: How? How do two women make love…? She moaned, "Oh, OOOoooh, please? I've never done anything… like this before…"

"Don't worry about a thing, honey! I'll take care of you," Linda crooned.

Since their kiss of passion was broken anyway, Linda slithered down the younger woman's body, gently turning her to her back at the same time, her mouth busy kissing her breasts, causing forbidden sensations to race through Susan's fire-ravaged body. Uncontrollably, her hips began to grind in tiny circles under her. "Oh, God!" She moaned, helplessly.

Now, she felt her employer's avidly teasing mouth moving down through the narrow defile between her tingling breasts, down over her ribs, her quivering belly, the darting tongue swirling into her navel; then, warm and tiny female hands were parting her thighs, exposing her own furrow to the other woman's salacious eyes, the sparsely, golden hair lined lips trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Linda Sloan was between her legs then, and she was raising them by the knees, pushing them back until her thighs were mashing back against the full orbs of her softly pliant breasts. Those same, soft hands were caressing the satin-smooth skin of her inner thighs, while at the same time Linda's tantalizing lips were kissing her, moving ever toward the golden treasure chest between her shapely tapering thighs.

Knowing then what Miss Sloan intended to do, Susan moaned aloud again, her words unintelligible. Somehow, she had the idea that on the instant the other woman's tongue claimed her, she would be lost, transformed into some perverted being, but even so her expectant anticipation knew no bounds. She had to have it…! But, even Ron… hasn't ever done THAT to me…! OOOoooh… Goddddd!

It was there, then! Linda's probing, licking tongue, deliciously lovely and tantalizing was there… on her hard, pulsing clitoris, sending the most intense, the sexiest sensations she had ever experienced to her overloaded brain.

… But, it was still so very wrong! At the same instant she was sent into ecstatic rapture, her mind rebelled, making one last attempt at rational thought. "No!" she cried. "N-NO! My God! NOOOoooooo!"

Miss Sloan's mouth paused for a moment, leaving her sensation-charged cunt undulantly wanting more. She was speaking, but Susan heard only dimly.

"Relax, honey… and let it happen!"

"… But, it's so wrong… so very wrong!" Susan sobbed.

"All right… you tell me what's right!" Linda demanded.

"My husband… doing it to me!"

"You mean… you've got a man's cock… to make it right!"

"Only… my husband's…!"

"… But, if you had a cock inside you… right now, it'd make a difference!"

"It would be… better!"

"Okay, baby… I'll fix you up with a cock you'll never forget!" Linda told her, her eyes glowing with salacious lasciviousness "… Then, afterward… we'll do it my way, too!"

"I-I don't get what you mean…?" Susan was confused.

"It's simple, baby! You want to be fucked with a cock… so I'm going to do the honors!"

Quickly, Miss Sloan crawled off the converted couch-bed and padded to a closet door. Rolling back the sliding panel, she opened a built-in drawer and removed a box.

Susan couldn't see the contents, but when Linda came back toward the bed, her luscious figure undulating and exuding – sexiness, she saw that she held in her hand an enormous, life-like, rubber dildo.

Seeing the young woman's eyes widen with surprise, Linda queried, "How will this one do…?"

"God! It's huge… but you're not going to…?"

"Yes! I'm going to use this on you! It's what you're asking for isn't it?"

"… But…"

Then, in amazement, Susan Merril watched as her woman-lover stepped into an arrangement of heavy elastic bands that effectively strapped it into place over her hips, causing the rubber phallus to lance out from her loins in an almost realistic reproduction of a man's hardened cock. She saw that its rubber base was more or less flat and nestled in against Miss Sloan's pussy, making it look as though it belonged there… But, there was a certain ludicrous look to it. The hard maleness of that artificial prick in contrast to the soft womanliness of Linda Sloan would have been laughable, except that Susan's need for sexual satisfaction was real. There was no time to consider the comedic aspects of it.

Now, Linda was squeezing a water-soluble jelly from a tube onto the shaft of that huge, substitute penis. Screwing the lid back on the tube of lubricant, her employer crawled back up on the bed and positioned herself, again, between Susan's legs, spreading the jelly along the enormous rubber prick.

The younger woman, lying on her back, waiting now for the moment when that massive dildo would enter her, remembered how she had envisioned the use of just such an instrument… knew that she would have used it to gain her satisfaction… if she had had one. Suddenly, it seemed as though it would be all right. It wouldn't make that much difference… whether she were shoving the rubber contrivance into her own searing cunt, or having it thrust into her by Linda's flexing hips.

Unconsciously, she spread her thighs wider, expectantly, wanting it, now! Oh, God! This's wrong, too… but not as wrong as what Linda wanted to… do to me!

For a moment she had forgotten: there was a condition attached to what Miss Sloan was doing for her. Afterward! Oh, God! Afterward… I'll still have to… let her use her mouth on me… down there!

… But right then, she couldn't think about that. It was in the future. For it was then she felt that huge substitute cock, as Linda guided it up and down her steaming furrow, rubbing it against her throbbing clitoris.

"Oh, OOOoooh, God! Put it inside me! Shove it in!" she begged, lifting her grinding hips up to it.

Susan could almost imagine that it was her husband, Ron's massively stiffened penis that was going into her, as Miss Sloan wedged her hips down between the young wife's legs and guided the surrogate cock straight into her receptive vagina, waiting tremblingly for it, there between her quivering thighs.

"Like that…?" Linda asked, gazing down into the face of the girl she had pinned to the mattress.

"OOOooooaaauuughhh!" Susan moaned. "It'll tear me apart!"

As the dildo went into her cuntal sheath, Susan recoiled back and away from it, its great girth stretching her cunt's mouth cruelly. God! It feels almost like the real thing! It wasn't, of course. Even a hardened prick is somewhat flexible, and there is that special heated warmth of its blood-engorged length, its throbbing heartbeat, its vibrant aliveness, which was missing from the rubber reproduction; however, Susan closed her eyes, her imagination allowing her to believe that it was real… that it was Ron's penis that clove her furrowed pussy so effectively.

Above her, then, Linda Sloan, began to flex her hips, imitating the fucking motions a man makes when he takes a woman sexually. She smiled her own secret smile of triumph. She could wait for a while, while the tender, young thing under her had her fun imagining that she was being fucked by her husband. Then… I'll have my fun… with her! It wouldn't be long, either. She's too far gone…! Almost ready to pop!

Deep and hard, far up into her searing vaginal tunnel, Linda drove the rubber cock, while beneath her, moaning unceasingly, her hips undulating up against the thrusting dildo, fucking back wildly, Susan Merril was on a rocket-ride of unexpected sexual delights.

"Oh, God! Drive it hard… and deep!" she whined pleadingly. "OOOoooohhh…"

Her words were stopped by Miss Sloan's mouth. Greedily, she accepted the other woman's tongue, sucking and nibbling on it wantonly, as it surged in and out of her mouth in imitation of the artificial fucking action below. Spurred on by her imploring cry, Linda plunged the rubber cock in and out of the younger woman's cunt almost as wildly as a man might have done.

… And, it worked. The human genitalia can't distinguish between the real and the artificial. All it required is the proper stimulation, and the sex mechanism responds.

Susan's body responded wildly. Her eyes glazed and her breath was coming in labored pantings, now. In just a few moments, she knew that she would cum. God! It was going to be beautiful. Just as if Ron's hard penis… were going in and out of ma!

Suddenly, she convulsed, her climax breaking over her like a rolling surf, her ecstatic body accepting it, reveling in it, enjoying every moment of its brief existence.

"AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried in rapturous joy. "IIIIImmmmmmm cuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!" Then in a full throated scream, as she thrust her hips up hard against that pistoning rubber cock, she released her pent-up sexual tension in blessed orgasm. "AAAAAaaaaauuuuu Myyyyy Goddddddddd!"

Waves of delightful euphoria washed over her, and the shudderings of her lovely body became less and less violent. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the cool, green depths of her employer's eyes that watched her closely, and she was aware of the soft fullness of Miss Sloan's breasts mashing down hard against her own mounding orbs, sprinkled now with the sweat of her passion.

"You really liked that… didn't you…?" Linda asked.

"OOooohh, yessss!" Susan panted. "It was… almost like Ron was doing it… to me!"

"Just wait until I show you how good it can be woman to woman!" Miss Sloan told her, rolling from on top of the younger woman to her side and slipping the dildo, with its elastic straps, down over the swelling curve of her hips.

Susan, still in the throes of her ecstatic release, turned her head to look weakly at her woman-lover, saying feebly, "Oh, let's wait… I'm so relaxed… and…"

"No! We won't wait! I've already given you what you wanted! Now, it's my turn… and anyway, you're so turned on you could cum a couple more times, without any effort at all!"

With swift expertness, Linda shifted her body's position; she straddled Susan's face, her thighs spread wide, her head coming down naturally in the classic soixant-neuf position over the young wife's still quivering loins.

Susan was suddenly looking up, startled, into the moist, coral-pink furrow of Miss Sloan's demanding pussy. It hung there only inches above her face tantalizingly, and she saw the sparse pubic hair surrounding it, reddish-blonde in color. Above her employer's clitoris was swollen and throbbing with desire, while below the puckered brown ring of her tiny anus seemed to wink lewdly at her. Linda's cunt's mouth was all moist with the viscous exudate from the walls of her vagina, and Susan could see the pulsing contractions just inside the opening. God! She wants me to… to use my mouth on her!

A swivel-hipped wriggle brought Linda's pussy down against the young girl's face, as at the same time her mouth moved down to Susan's pulsating cunt below.

Susan felt like screaming, at first. She felt trapped… almost as though she would suffocate, but then she felt the flicking tongue on her own quivering clitoris, so sensitive and ready for new action. A moan of surrender and delighted sensuality escaped from her mouth, and without thinking, wanting to do it, now, as repayment, she probed out with her tiny, pink tongue experimentally. Unerringly, her tongue's tip found the throbbing head of the miniature phallus and licked at it voraciously.

Dipping her searching tongue into the moist warmth of Miss Sloan's cunt-mouth, Susan discovered that its flavor was slightly pungent but not at all distasteful; then as she followed her woman-lover's lead, she became more bold, more dexterous in her sucking and licking. Linda's writhing hips down against her face and the labored breathing of the woman on top of her told the young wife that the other woman must be feeling the same things she felt… and it was all so deliciously sensual, as her arousal became complete in a matter of moments, ascending from a plateau to the highlands of imminent orgasm dizzyingly. God! Don't let it stop… ever!

Together, the two women mounted the heights of their ecstasy as tongues lashed and licked, hands roamed caressingly, and mouths gasped out little mewls and moans of mutual joy.

Then, Susan was mumbling words up into the moistness of the other woman's cunt. "OOOOOoooohhh! It's so good! Don't stop! Don't ever stop… licking me… like that!"

… And, voice muffled from down between her thighs she heard Linda moaning, "Oh, God… Susan, honey… eat me good! Eat me… gooooooooood!"

Mutually giving and receiving, limbs entertwined in the sixty-nine position, eating each other's cunts with licking, sucking mouth, their bodies' sexual tensions built beyond reason, as slashing sensations surged through them, the two women came to the apogee of sexual orgasm… together.

Susan felt it begin for her in the long shuddering convulsions that shivered through her body deliciously, the intense climax causing her legs and pelvis to jerk spasmodically as wave after wave of welcome release surged through her for the second time within a few minutes. It was a symphonic rhapsody of sensuality, leaving her satisfied and relaxed, and she didn't recognize her own voice screaming, "OOOoooh, My God! IIIImmm cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

Above her, at the same time, Linda ground her demanding cunt down into the young wife's face with wild abandon, her voice coming from down between her thighs, muffled, as from a great distance announcing the arrival of her moment of rapture. "Oh, OOoohh, Ooooooooohhh! I'm going to… cum! Noooooooooooowwwwwww! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggghh!"

Collapsing then, Miss Sloan rolled from her topmost position and reversed her direction felinely to stretch out beside her new, young conquest, clamping her soft mouth to Susan's in a long soul-kiss, holding her close until the last tiny spasms of her orgasm quivered through her body.

Susan kissed her back, her own arms going around the older woman to clamp their ecstatic bodies close together, and she tasted the essence of her loins remaining moistly on Linda's mouth. OOOOooooohhh, God! How could I have done it? A sharp, pang of conscience stabbed deep into her mind.

"That was just beautiful!" Linda murmured throatily. "Was it good for you, too…?"

The kiss broken, now, Susan found it difficult to look into her employer's deep, green eyes. She turned her head away and admitted grudgingly, "Yes… it was… lovely… but I've got to go home… now!" She knew that it was long past the time when she should have left The Camera's Eye. Ron would be expecting her.

"Really…?" Miss Sloan said languorously. "The party's just beginning. I've got this marvelous vibrator… that'll just send you right up the walls!"

Susan struggled to sit up and slid her legs to the floor.

"I-I don't see how I can go on working for you… now! I won't be back… tomorrow, or ever! Please mail my paycheck to me!" Susan said it with determination, standing to her feet and reaching for her light wrapper. She shrugged into it, turning to leave. I've got to get dressed… and get out of here!

"You're one of my best… one of my most popular models," Miss Sloan said placatingly. "I don't want you to quit… because of some moralistic, Puritan garbage you've been handed. You liked it… and you'll be back for more… when you're ready!"

"No! I won't be back!"

"… And, spoil all of your plans, you and your husband have made…?" Linda queried. "I doubt it! So, you can't quit… yet!"

Susan stopped at the door. Oh, God! That's so true! Turning, she said seriously, "But… I couldn't go on… like this… with you…!"

"You don't have to… I won't put any pressure on you… but like I said, when you need it… you'll be back, on your own, because it'll be good for you."

"I don't see how! It could ruin my marriage…"

"Hogwash! You told me yourself that Ron wasn't able to keep you satisfied… Don't you remember?" Linda chided, as she sat up on her converted couch-bed. "So… maybe it could be good for your marriage!"

Susan thought about it. Somehow, she wasn't sure of the reasoning, but she was sure of one thing: she had been too hasty in her threat to quit her job.

"Well… maybe I was too quick about wanting to quit, Miss Sloan… If you want me to stay…"

"Of course, I want you to stay with me!" Linda was on her feet now searching for her own clothing. "… And, why don't you start calling me Linda. I'd like that!"

"All right, Linda!"

Quickly, Susan hurned to the dressing room. She couldn't get home to Ron too quickly.

Ron Merril was pleased with himself. Quickly, he jotted down the figures and divided to get an average. His quarter grades had arrived in the mail, and as he looked at the cards he chortled: Well… damn me! I've got an average of three point eight nine! Not bad at all!!

He decided right then not to attend his afternoon classes. I haven't cut a class in one hell of a long time! And for a change, he wasn't going to the library in the evening either! I'm just going to relax… drink a couple of beers, and have one hell of a time in bed with Susan, tonight!

… And, right after they had eaten supper, he took his lovely wife in his arms to let her know he wanted her. She melted into his arms, offering her lips to him with a little moan of anticipation. She was hot and ready for him almost instantly, as her loins ground undulantly against his rising erection.

"Oh, hurry, darling! Hurry!" she urged him.

Then, stripping themselves quickly, they were in their bed, and Susan was exploding into orgasm under him, coming to climax three times before his spewing penis splashed his sperm far up into the clasping sheath of her demanding cunt.

"Christ! You're really hot, darling!" he grunted with satisfaction.

"Oh, it was out of this world, Ron, darling!" she choked. "I needed to know you loved me!"

"You know I do!"

"Tell me… again!"

"I love you, darling!"