Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"Oh God, lover, I want you to fuck me to death with that beautiful cock hanging between your least" she breathed up at him.

"Christ!" Jeff blurted, the lewd words coming from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed, half atop her, his hand smoothing hungrily over her soft, satiny flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, cupping, stroking, his mouth finding her own, his tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own prick there and adding to his mounting lust.

"You are going to be my baby," she whispered, "my protege. Would you like that, Jeff, lover? To be rich and famous… the noted architect, Jeffrey Lewis, with everyone who is anyone in California… maybe, the whole country, clamoring at your feet for your talents?"

"All… all I want is you right now," Jeff hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over the warm soft skin of her flat belly and below to the silky hair covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink hair-lined slit between her thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face continuously from the sensations it set off inside her, her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of.

He ground his ever growing, hardening cock into her hip while he caressed and taunted the most secret parts of her splendid body, even as his brain whirled with the fantastic events that had swept him up in less than an hour of his lifetime. Lying here beside her, making love to her in the boldest of lascivious manners, he couldn't help but wonder what Nathan Brendell would say should he walk through that door. Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to have this unbelievably enticing creature… Muriel Standard… She would always be that to him… Muriel Standard! She had actually sucked his cock! His! Good Christ! He'd heard about these husband-wife under-standings, the swap-arounds, all of it… but to suddenly become a part of it… Her protege, she'd said. Rich! Famous! People clamoring for his designs! God almighty, it was fantastic! Yet, here he lay with this gorgeous creature… Oooooh! She had his cock in her hand! She had her mouth clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue… and now she was trying to maneuver him over on top of her, between her spreading legs, wanting his cock in her warm moist cunt…

He responded, moving between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He couldn't help but wonder how they would grip about him later when he had sunk his now throbbing cock deep inside her white-hot little belly…

"Oh God, you are something, Jeff Lewis! I love your body," she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the flatness of her belly tightly up to him. Her hauls went to his lean, taut buttocks and her nails raked him there, then, moved upward the length of his back in a similar pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, lover. It's important that you understand that," she hissed into his ear. "Do you understand it? Do you?"

He hesitated. "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you forget where you are… or who you are," he rasped down at her.

"Oh God! Lover, yes… yes! Do it… Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that beautiful cock into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to met Please… please!"

He forced his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and pulled her open crotch up tighter against him. He lay his cock into the partially open split of her cunt, moving it back and forth, up and down, until it was well insinuated within the moist pink slit that separated the palpitating, hair-lined lips and began a little pressurizing, upward sawing motion, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with every passing second. Her buttocks began a more urgent rotation up against his loins while the head of his prick massaged gently the erect bud of her clitoris and she gasped through her teeth at him.

"I… I can't stand it any longer, my lover… I've got to have it in me. Please… please fuck me now. I'll do anything you say if you only fuck me…"

Her legs splayed out wide on either side of his body, their strong calves situating themselves against the back of his thighs as she tried to draw him tighter into her.

He kissed her tenderly, almost a brush against her warm moist lips, and lowering his hand, guided his now aching cock downward between her hot, passion moistened cunt lips. She trembled all over and cried out as her crotch lurched upward at him, the open moist mouth of her cunt seeking desperately the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his throbbing rod of hardened flesh.

Jeff grunted in his own passion, feeling the soft silken hairs of her cunt grazing his prick from her erotic movements, and he knew trying to hold back was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the wet, throbbing mouth of her vagina receptive to him and its warm lubricated channel accepting and absorbing his prick right up into her belly with a slight suction sound, her vaginal muscles immediately setting to work on the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock.

Oh Christ, he thought, he'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath was milking him! He wouldn't last ten seconds this way. He tried to establish a rhythm, racing his long thick cock the full length of her passage, but her sucking cunt was drawing heavily at the lining of his testicles. His balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. He felt his rectum constrict. Good God, he was going to cum already!

"It's all right, darling," she whispered lip at him, into his face, her tongue laving his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Cum hard this time. Fuck into me deep! It's all right. Cum! Cum! Cum!" She drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch up at him, making her tight, wildly clasping cunt available to his wildest lust-crazed thrusts.

"God! I can't help it!" he whimpered down at her.

"It's all right! Fuck me hard! Cum! Cum way up deep in my belly! Trust me, darling lover! Cum! Cum!"

He did… his prick lurching and jerking like some insane wild beast he had no control over, squirting his sperm deep up into the depths of her womb in spasmodic gushes that seemed to rack his whole body as he pumped it into her like a raging uncontrolled river of host.

He heard himself wail uncontrollably, and as he gasped out his pleasure, he had the strange feeling that she did also, for surely she cried out like a woman in orgasm and her cunt milked at his spewing cock like some fanatical machine as she writhed and squirmed beneath him with frantic bodily gestures of participating enjoyment.

He fell on top of her because he couldn't hold himself erect. He had… or she had sapped the strength, the life from him. He collapsed and she caught him in her arms and held him there.

"God almighty… I couldn't help it!" he blurted down at her, his breathing coming in short heavy rasps.

"It's all right, lover. It's all right," she said softly. "I understand. It happens to all of us… I mean, all of you." She laughed lightly. "In fact, it makes me quite proud. It means you were susceptible to my charms."

Jeff rolled off of her onto his back and lay still a moment. God, he couldn't remember an orgasm that had drained him that way. He said: "God God, the moment it went in I was dead." He continued to breathe heavily. "I have to hang my head and apologize…"