Roger Grayson: The Two-Way Mirror

Muriel Standard Brendell was beautiful, she thought subconsciously, staring at the lovely woman spread crucifixionally on the bed before her. She was obviously engulfed in rapture; her mouth hung open and her eyes gaped smokily up at nothing. Jeff was right above her, his face but inches from her soft, fleece covered loins. Karen watched his thumbs open the outer flanges of her vaginal lips… it was as if he had touched her own. Muriel sucked in her tummy gaspingly, as he taunted male-like, pulling outward slowly, parting the silken pubic hair and exposing her moist red slit before him. Karen gasped again as the dainty thorn of her clitoris burst into hard throbbing view, just above the entrance of her wet tender vagina.

"Oh God!" Karen said as Jeff's head dropped, his long wet tongue darting out to caress tantalizingly at the quivering little bud of raw nerves… the plexus at the top of Nat's wife's open cunt.

"My God!" Karen exclaimed, looking over at Nat beside her, hardly conscious of the fact that he was running his hand up and down her own inner thigh as she kneeled close to the mirror. "Don't you

mind?"

He chuckled softly. "Not as long as I have you, baby."

"But… but that's your wife!"

"And… she's happy, isn't she…?"

Karen stared, watching Muriel's body jerk as Jeff's tongue played with her clitoris. She saw her legs clamp together tightly about his head, and her hips begin an easy rising-falling motion in cadence to his penetrating, slavering tongue. She couldn't hear her, but she knew she was purring like a kitten, while at the same time her lower body was writhing insanely. He had begun to suck with fervor.

Karen was trying desperately to evaluate. She was racking her mind as she stared in disbelief at Muriel Brendell squirming madly at the lustfully depraved sucking of her loins. And her Jeff was doing it… while Muriel's husband knelt beside her, his hand beneath her dress caressing her buttocks over the smooth white nylon of her panties. She gasped… stared… watching Muriel's body writhe in lewd surrender beneath the earth-shattering lapping and sucking of the mouth glued to her crotch… and suddenly, she found that her own body was moving in unison with the seduced woman. She turned abruptly to Nat and found that he was close… that he was behind her… and she felt the length of his body pressed tight against her back. She really didn't care… didn't know anything as she should… then, she felt his arms extended around her, his hands on her breasts in a warm circular motion that felt good, and subconsciously she pressed her buttocks back against him.

She felt the stiffness of his prick as she had felt it against her belly when they had stood in the garage, but now she felt it pressing through her gown into the soft, yielding crevice of her buttocks. Ooooh… it did feel good!

She sensed his hand lowering the zipper at the back of her dress, and then a hand creeping in to push her bra away from her ripe, swollen breasts. He moved the garment upward, letting her tits fall loose, his hands cupping the supple mounds greedily as they fell free, encompassing the hardened sensitive nipples between his fingers, pressing tightly and rolling them back and forth until she whimpered out in pleasure at his manipulations, at the same time, grinding his heavy hardness between the split of her warm, sensuously rotating buttocks.

Karen stared as if mesmerized, her buttocks pressed snugly back against Nat, watching Jeff's nibbling lips as they moved up Muriel's writhing body. He worked slowly, almost methodically, pausing at strategic spots for an extra quick flick of his tongue, and raising obvious groans of pleasure from deep in her throat. Jeff had risen to his knees and for the first time Karen saw his thick, rigid cock jutting out from his crotch. A blended chill of excitement, rage and revulsion, passed through her at the familiar sight of it and the memories it brought instantly to her. But she hadn't remembered it as being so enormously thick, and suddenly she shuddered as he poised it at the mouth of Muriel's wide-spread vagina. He was going to ram it right into her! But then, he stopped… Muriel had said something to him… and he began to slither up her body until he was completely astraddle of her breasts, his buttocks flattening them against her chest, the smooth, spongy head of his prick scant inches from her mouth.

Karen gasped as Jeff reached behind him, his hand sliding down between Muriel's wide-open thighs, his middle finger sinking deep into the moist pink flanges of her cunt… and it began to move in and out there. Then, he rotated it, causing Muriel to lurch and gasp, as did Karen at the sight and thought of the taunting finger moving against the woman's warm sensitive vaginal walls. She appeared to be trying to squirm away from the erotic torment, but Jeff had placed his knees in such a manner as to hold her arms and shoulders secured to the bed, and as he grinned down at her in a lewd, sadistic expression, his free hand grasped his cock and began to taunt her lips with its head.

Karen could not believe the lascivious sight she was witnessing, but above all she could not conceive that the lewd, naked male performing before her was her own Jeff, the boy-man she had loved for so long. It just wasn't possible… My God! She gasped again as she saw Muriel's tongue flick out from between her teeth to lick at the tiny split at the tip of his cock. She gaped in horror as a thin string of the secretion that oozed from it stretched across her open mouth, and at the way she was straining, the cords in her neck standing out rigidly as she tried to capture the bobbing instrument and suck it between her lips. Furiously, she sought it, her tongue laving at its underside while Jeff laughed above her, holding it just out of her reach, until Karen found her own neck stretching in sympathy with the passion-filled struggling girl on the bed.

Then Karen thought she detected something more than just a sadistic light in Jeff's eye… maybe just a touch of hate as he taunted the woman who was completely at his mercy beneath him with his prick, and she felt the muscles of her own body grow more tense at the thought, even as Nat's big hands continued to fondle her breasts maddeningly. Suddenly, she gave a little start as one of his hands left her breast to trace teasingly downward across the soft, now quivering flesh of her belly and slowly slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, his fingers moving tormentingly in the sparse silken hair of her mound… and then downward into the moist unresisting slit between her thighs, gently moving through its wetness to the tiny bud of her clitoris, grazing it into quivering erectness.

Karen moaned aloud as Nat's big finger moved expertly down under her crotch, little jolts of pleasure surging through her while his fingers parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina and she felt one slip gently inside the tight elastic opening… sliding deep up into her cunt, generating wilder spasmodic sensations to spiral through her. She squirmed uncontrollably beneath his ministrations and felt the hugeness of his cock pressed deep in the now perspiring crevice of her ass behind, jerking and throbbing as it telegraphed to her the mounting lust of the big man who was draped over her, his great hands seeming to set her whole body aflame with desire. She ground her buttocks back against it and the finger he was thrusting into her moist, quivering pussy, sensing a feeling of masochistic servility at her helpless imprisonment beneath him.

Then, he began an almost unperceptive rocking movement and Karen felt her body respond of its own volition, moving in rhythm while they both watched the lewd performance on the other side of the mirror, witnessing the exact moment when Jeff raised Muriel's head by the hair and thrust his thick cock forward, the blood inflated head smashing between her receptive lips to plunge deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.