Roger Grayson: The Two-Way Mirror

"Oh… Oh Nat… It's good… good… good! Don't stop, darling. Don't stop!" she whispered back at him.

Nathan Brendell grinned lewdly down upon the smooth whiteness of her delicious body. He let his eyes feast for the slightest moment there, on the way her soft, full ass curved sharply away into the narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would break from the least of pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her white smooth thighs tapering down sharply to small, well-formed knees, and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm, shapely calves. Momentarily, he envisioned her lying on her back with the delicious strength of those calves locked tightly behind his ass, pulling him into her in a wild burst of passion… but that would come later. Much would come later. Oh, don't worry, baby, he thought to himself. I'm not about to stop… not for a damn long time to come. In fact, my little blonde bitch, I've just begun…

Jeff was harboring the perverted feeling that his balls might burst open at any moment and the bitch beneath him would be denied her erotic pleasure of drinking his load… instead, it would gush out into her face, blinding her, clogging her nose and strangling her. But of course, that was just wishful thinking wasn't it? He was about ready to come apart inside, blow his sperm right into her gullet, which was exactly what she was waiting for as she sucked him like some kind of machine, her lips brushing against the hair of his groin, his cock plunging to the very depths of her throat with every

Oh God, Karen… where are you? Help me shed this lascivious witch who is draining the very life from my soul and body. God, when I saw your lovely, delicate pureness I realized what I had given up blindly. Please… please… for God's sake, darling, come back to me!

"Oh… Oh…" he blurted aloud.

He gaped down at her rounded lips clenching hungrily around his throbbing prick as his loins grew hot and he felt the sweat oozing between his legs. The pressure building in his balls that were slapping against her chin as she worked in a near hypnotic state, was excruciating… unbearable, and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen.

He thought: I've got the condominium contract, darling. Please… please come back to me!

"Mmmmmm," Muriel hummed up at him, her eyes widening excitedly with what she knew was coming.

At that moment, it happened! There was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the seething liquid white flow as he jerked his cock from her mouth, holding the heavy shaft back so that its swollen, lurching head was inches from her wide open mouth… and then, it began squirting its streams of white hot sperm in lengthy jets into her gaping mouth, filling it to the brim in the manner she liked, and he watched her swallow it away time and again until his loins pumped and nothing came… She'd sucked him completely dry…

Jeff pulled his deflated prick from her still sucking mouth and climbed off her. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat there. Momentarily, he sat with head bowed, then reached for a cigarette on the night stand.

Muriel moved toward him. "What's wrong, lover?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Oh… I think there is," she replied softly. "I… I have the feeling your lovely ex-wife is reaching

you."

"So…?" Jeff said, standing and moving directionlessly around the room. "Is that so damned strange?"

Muriel rolled onto her back. "Perhaps," she said. "Perhaps, it is, darling. How do they say that? A lot of water has passed under the bridge…?"

"Never mind your philosophy. Let's get things straightened out between us," Jeff snapped. He walked back and forth, smoking. "Frankly, Muriel, I've had it… right up to here."

"Ooohhh…? Well now, I suppose those things do happen, don't they? Handsome young husband gets look at beautiful divorced wife and wants to start all over again…" She laughed as she got from the bed and went to the mirror. "Well, darling, if that's the way you feel… fine. But first, there's a little something I think you should see… Come here."

He'd truly had it. Might just as well get it over with now. These scenes were never good at their very best, but regardless, there could never be anyone but Karen… and that had been proven to him when he had laid eyes on her earlier this evening. So, she was frigid… Good God, he had since learned that there were worse things. He loved her with every fiber of his being, and given half a chance he was going to tell her. Momentarily, he had seen reciprocal love in her lovely eyes tonight… before whatever the hell it was that had happened; but he was certain, she loved him as much as he loved her… and he would almost bet she was still a near virgin…

"Come here," Muriel persisted, standing before the mirror that looked into Nathan's quarters. She extinguished their own lights.

Jeff walked around the bed angrily. Well, he ought to know all of the intricate devices in this house. He'd seen to their installation, and now she was eavs-dropping on her husband again. He came up beside her, looked… and froze, a heavy tremor of revulsion surging through him as he stared in disbelief.

Good God almighty! Beyond the mirror, lying on the couch only a few feet away lay Karen, naked, with Nathan Brendell between her widespread thighs, her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as the huge man fucked his giant cock into her golden, virginal pussy!

He couldn't believe it! It was impossible! My God… not Karen, of all people! Why… why, she was a human icicle… and who should know better than he…? But… but, there she lay, nevertheless, her whole body twitching and writhing beneath the huge body of Nat Brendell…

Quickly, Jeff pushed Muriel to one side and fumbled with the panel controls beside the mirror, turning up the volume of sound, immediately picking up Karen's incessant groans as she moaned up into the moistness of his mouth, and Jeff visualized her thrusting her tongue with complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile surrender were coming in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with lewd desire, as her mouth worked, her neck strained, and her nostrils flared, a light film of perspiration covering her forehead under her disheveled, soft blonde hair.

"Ooooh yes, yes… fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard!" she was begging, gasping in abandoned welcome to the punishing prick sinking deep into her tightly clasping cunt.

Jeff gaped as Nat's big hands slipped under the white rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them and at the same time, straining his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently as hungrily she wound her long smooth legs up and around his hips and he thrust deeper into her. Jeff could see the soft, pink folds of her vagina clinging to his cock as it withdrew from her, squeezing tightly around his rigid column, and he found himself wagering that she could feel every inch on that huge elephantine prick fucking into the small tight virginal cunt he so well remembered and loved so much.

Good God! He couldn't stand it! He was going in there and… and…

"Wait a minute, lover," Muriel caught hold of him as he started for the door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to kill that goddamned husband of yours!"

"Oh? And for what?"

"For what he's doing to my wife, that's for what?" Jeff barked at her, jerking his arm free.

"Your wife? Aren't you just a bit mixed up, lover?" she said, speaking in that soft, smoky, never riled, voice of hers. 'Don't you think you better give the whole thing a moment of cool-headed thought… eh?"

Enraged though he was, Jeff paused long enough to let her words register, and that was sufficient to restore a measure of rational thinking once more. Suddenly, he felt very stupid… standing there naked with this woman who was calmly in the process of lighting a cigarette. Slowly, he walked back to the bed and slumped down on the edge. She was right, of course. There wasn't a damned thing he could do about it… except blow his whole future by creating a scene. Maybe, he'd blown it already with Muriel… God almighty… his own sweet, beautiful Karen being fucked like a bitch in heat on the other side of that wall… He just couldn't believe it…