"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as wave after wrenching wave of spasms shot through her cunt, splitting her in two with the force of the orgasm. Finally, when she couldn't stand it any more, she shoved herself high in the air, puffing his cock free from her cunt as she collapsed forward onto his chest.
The moment his cock sprang free, Merril lurched forward and drove her mouth down on it, trying desperately to take him all the way into her mouth.
But before she could more than begin to accomplish her objective, his prick exploded, shooting his hot jism into her throat and onto her face.
She gobbled down as much as she could, tasting his seed and swallowing it.
But there was too much.
By the time he was finished, her face was a glistening mass of cum, while the soft flesh of Alecia's ass, just a few inches below, was also liberally smeared with his hot cum.
Delighted, and feeling like a woman, Merril fell forward, letting her sticky face rest on the pillow of Alecia's ass.
For a long time no one moved.
Then slowly, as if from far away, Merril became aware of something.
They were not alone in the room.
She opened her eyes, and was mortified to see Larry and Dick standing in the doorway looking at the heap of exhausted flesh collapsed on the bed.
"How long have you been here?" she asked, suddenly aware of the cum neared all over her face.
"Long enough," Dick replied. He didn't seem overly angry, but he might be biding a lot beneath the exterior appearance of calmness.
Hearing other voices, Alecia stirred.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What's going on here?"
"We're leaving."
"Who? You and Dick?"
"And you and Merril. Come on, let's go."
Alecia made no move to get up, instead choosing to stare at Larry with hard eyes. What was going on?
But then she began to smile.
Merril was smiling too.
For Merril, this was perfect.
She had accomplished what she set out to do by coming here, and now there was no real reason to stay. This last experience had been enough to let her know two things.
One, she was rid of her problems. She was certain that she could handle anything that might come up after this weekend.
Two, she was ready for Dick. She had put him through enough frustrations for a long enough period of time to make anything he did right now fine with her.
She began to get dressed.
A bit more slowly, Alecia did the same.
Jim, still on the bed, closed his eyes and went promptly to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The drive home was quiet. Alecia slept most of the way in the front seat beside Larry, while in the back seat Dick and Merril just sat quietly and looked out of their respective windows.
Merril was feeling good. She was looking forward to getting home and being alone with Dick at last. The weekend had done a lot for her, and now she wanted to show him how she had changed. Not that the weekend itself had been really responsible for what was going on inside her now; Thursday night had actually been responsible for most of that.
But the weekend had brought it all out in the open. Now she knew what made her the way she was, and as a result she could deal with it. At least that was the way she perceived it now.
It was late when Larry let them off in front of their house. All the neighbors' lights were off, and the street was quiet.
"Goodnight. See you Monday," Dick said to Larry, who merely nodded in response. Alecia, still sleeping soundly, was not aware that they had arrived.
Inside the house, Merril experienced a few moments of anxiety as, left alone for the first time since Thursday night, she and Dick had relatively little to say to each other. She wondered if this meant that her hopes for what was going to happen in the next hours were going to be meaningless.
She needn't have worried.
Dick went into the kitchen without saying anything, while Merril climbed the stain and went into the bedroom. She was tired, but not exhausted, and the tingling anticipation she felt was she thought about what she wanted to do with Dick more than made up for any lack of energy she might have had.
While Dick was still downstairs, she took a quick shower, letting the burning needles of hot water shoot into her skin, massaging it and making her feel incredibly sensitive to any kind of tactile stimulation. The realization of this made her smile.
As she toweled herself dry, Merril found herself looking in the mirror at the sight of her naked body. For a moment she stopped, trying to be objective about what she saw. After a long stare, she smiled again; she was definitely, objectively, a desirable woman. But more than that, she was now a woman who was await of her body and knew what it could and should do.
Outside she heard Dick moving about in the bedroom, so she quickly finished toweling herself off; slipped on a terrycloth robe, and went into the bedroom to join him. The feel of the bathrobe rubbing against her naked body we surprisingly sensuous, causing her nipples to become tight and hard almost immediately. Her whole body felt like it was bound to explode from sexual tension any moment.
"Hi," she said quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Dick was standing in front of the dresser and as she spoke, he turned around and smiled at her, causing Merril to breath a sigh of relief. So he wasn't angry after all…
"I fixed you a drink," he said, offering her a glass which she took gratefully.
"How do you feel?" she asked quietly, taking a long pull from the glass in her hand.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "What about you?"
"You really want to know?"
"All right. I'm incredibly turned on."
"You're kidding."
"Wanna make a bet?"
He just shook his head, but she could see that he was pleased. She could tell that this was what he had wanted to hear, but he had probably never seriously expected that it would actually be the case.
On the bed she shifted her weight a little, allowing the bathrobe to part and meal the soft whiteness of her inner thigh. From where he stood, half leaning against the dresser, he could almost see all the way up her naked cunt.
But not quite.
He could feel his cock beginning to get hard.
Merril took another long pull from her drink, draining it and feeling the warm liquor spread throughout her body. She reached over and turned off the lamp beside the bed, leaving a small lamp by the dresser as the only source of light in the room. The result we a soft, warm illumination which heightened the electricity between the two of them.
Merril slowly untied the loose knot in the sash of the robe and let it spread wen down the front. She could sense Dick's eyes boring into her, looking at her body with a heated desire that only added to her own excitement.
She wanted to rip off the garment, spread her kg, and let him take her immediately, but she didn't. Instead she simply parted her legs slightly, revealing to him the moist focus of her excitement. Even without touching herself, she could feel the warm, wet dewdrops of her love honey beginning to collect around her pussy lips, and she knew that Dick could see that she was ready and anxious for him to come and ram his cock into her.
"Dick," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the near silence of the room. "I want you. I want your cock. Here."
At the last word she took her hand and laid it on her thigh, the fingers pointing to the dripping entrance to her cunt.
Dick smiled. He couldn't help it; this was incredible. Somehow it had worked. Somehow Merril had finally come around and stopped being the pain in the ass she had always been. He didn't know if the weekend was responsible for that, or whether what he had done to her on Thursday night had really been the turning point, but he didn't care.