All these years.
Suddenly, tentatively, she pushed back against him, thrusting her crotch against his shaft. It was something she never did.
Dick suddenly felt like he was getting a response from her for the first time in his life.
"Ooooohhhhh… please… I want it, honey I want your cock."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
She could feel his cock inside her, filling her up, but not hurting her like it usually did. It felt good. She wanted more. Much more.
She began to thrust back harder at him, spreading her long, soft thighs to bring him deeper inside her, striving with all the passion she had suddenly discovered to make his cock a part of her.
Neither wanted to blow it now.
"Fuck me you bastard… fuck me hard… hard!" she urged, driving her cunt wildly against his prick, feeling it fill her up and loving it.
Dick was absolutely in heaven. He could see his cock disappear between her widespread, writhing legs, plunging deep into her wet cunt and then once again with the sticky essence of her cunt.
He began to kiss her breasts, feeling the nipples grow hard in his mouth, letting his tongue run lightly over them, then sucking them so hard he knew it had to be hurting her more.
He gave her what she asked for, smashing into her like a piston, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the yielding folds of her cunt. This was incredible; her cunt seemed like it was suddenly alive, grabbing and puffing at his meat, making him feel like he could finally give her something.
She was fucking him back!
He couldn't believe it.
Harder and harder he drove his cock into her, grinding and jabbing with even once of strength, marveling at her strength as she shoved back at him. He wanted her more than ever now, and he knew he wasn't going to stop until they were both satisfied.
Her hands were on her tits, feeling them, massaging them, tweaking the sensitive nipples in her excitement. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and her eyes were closed so she could concentrate completely on the sensations that were taking over her body.
Deep inside her cunt, she could feel a strange sensation. She didn't know what it was, but it made her feel like her cunt was slowly filling up, getting ready to spill over… what? She didn't know. But it felt good.
With each thrust Dick could feel himself coming closer and closer to the final release. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have his cock buried to the hilt in her moist, wriggling cunt.
Her willing cunt.
Then suddenly it happened.
His cock began to shake and shudder, the hot cum bubbling up from deep within him. He tried to hold on a bit longer but it was no use.
He exploded inside her, his cock swelling in the last split second before he sent his hot cum spurting into her body.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned as she felt his cock burst inside her.
She had been so close!
So close!
Again and again his meat spurted his seed into her, making her cunt into a sticky mess of flesh and cum.
He loved it.
Merril was frustrated. She had been so close to coming herself.
Still, now that it was over, she felt good about it. Even though she hadn't climaxed, it had been a breakthrough. At least she had enjoyed it.
Dick pulled himself off of her and stood up at the end of the bed, looking down on her naked, prostrate body. His face reflected his confusion.
"Wow…" she whispered.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Neither do I."
There was a long silence, and then he spoke once again.
"We're going tomorrow. No arguments." She nodded.
He turned and walked from the room.
CHAPTER THREE
Mavis Feschild, Doctor of Psychology and co-founder of the Feslon Institute, drove her Porsche 911 along the winding road leading to the chalet that she and her husband had convened into the Institute several years earlier. Lon wouldn't be with her this weekend; he was giving a lecture in Chicago.
But it didn't matter.
She could handle things by herself without any trouble at all. Besides, the staff would still be there to take care of the little things; all Mavis would have to do would be to take care of the guests.
As she got out of her car, she could feel the cool breeze coming in from the ocean, and for a few moments she paused and looked at the water far below. The chalet was on a high bluff overlooking the ocean. Even though the feeling here was one of pure isolation, the fact remained that the winding road she had just traveled connected with the coast highway less than a mile away.
It was the best of both worlds; apparent solitude, but still close enough to ton so that any needs that couldn't be supplied here could be taken care of easily enough.
Inside, after greeting the maids and seeing that everything was in readiness for the seven guests who would arrive later that afternoon, Mavis disappeared into the large bedroom she usually used as her base for operations. It was a pleasant room with a large window looking out on the ocean.
Alter a quick shower and change of clothes, she sat down in front of her darner with the intention of putting on just the right touch of makeup.
But she never got past her eye-liner.
Something was intruding; she was horny.
Lon had been gone for over a week, and while there would be plenty of opportunities during the course of the weekend, it would still be nice to take the edge off her excitement right now.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Not bad for thirty-eight. If anything, she looked better than she had five years ago. The face that looked back at her with deep brown eyes was interesting and beautiful.
But it wasn't her face that she was looking at now; it was her body. She had a fine one, and she knew it.
Alter coming out of the shower, she had put on a long, thin caftan which clung to every contour of her body. She could see her nipples through the material, and the sight of them made her desire to touch herself grow even stronger.
She began to unbutton the caftan, revealing the soft, gentle flesh beneath. When she had finished with the last button, she took her hands and pushed the material from her shoulders.
It dropped to her waist, revealing her tits for the first time. They were full and soft, with large brown nipples that even now were taut and hard.
She stood up, and the caftan dropped to the floor.
The rest of her body was as nice as her tits. Her hips were full and smooth, swelling gently out from a narrow waist, while her furry snatch formed a perfect brown triangle between her well-formed thighs.
Yes, for thirty-eight she would do just fine.
Anticipation rising within her, she crossed the room until she was standing in front of the picture window overlooking the ocean. Taking a satin pillow from the floor nearby she sat down on the window ledge, spreading her legs so that the warm afternoon sun streamed in on her tingling cunt.
This wasn't the first time she had sat on this ledge with the intention of fulfilling herself.
Slowly, her smooth, supple fingers ran lightly over her breasts, touching the hard nipples lightly, rubbing more firmly against the smooth, fleshy mounds themselves.
Then, still moving slowly, she let her hands begin the long trip down to her crotch. It was always nice to do this after a bath; her skin felt so fine and velvety then.
When her fingers reached her match, she paused, teasing herself for a few moments, playing with the fine, dark hair of her pussy.
But her cunt was calling out for attention now, and she knew that she couldn't stand to wait much longer for fulfillment.
Slowly then, savoring every sweet inch, her fingers continued to move down.
Finally she reached her goal.