A moment later John was on the bed with her, his hot and hungry lips pressed to hers, his tongue darting deep into the warm cavern of her mouth. His hands explored her lovely body, throbbing now with the excitement she could no longer suppress, and he cupped her swollen breasts, kneading them, teasing the hard little button-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Penny moved up against him, her thigh against his loins, making his aching penis swell and harden until it felt as hard as iron. He pressed it almost savagely against the chorus girl's nakedly writhing body, searching and finding the hair-fringed split of her cuntal lips, then hovering there, ready to plough deep up inside her belly… Almost by reflex, Penny spread her legs wider, opening her loins fully to the young man.
A wave of shocked pleasure surged through John as he gazed down at the softly palpitating lips, at the tiny bud of her clitoris enfolded within them. He sucked in his breath, then let it out suddenly as she reached down to take his hard thick cock and guide it to the moist little opening of her vagina.
With a sudden lunge, John drove his throbbing penis deep into the quivering orifice, sending it far up between the moistly clasping walls that seemed to encase it the way a scabbard sheathes a sword. Oh, Jesus! It was so good… so good! He'd known it would be, but never imagined it would really be like this! He groaned and began thrusting wildly, his long aching cock plunging all the way up into her warm tight cunt.
Penny whimpered with joy at his pounding assault against her moist warm flesh, twisting beneath him to give him even greater access to her warm soft belly, taking the blood-engorged head of his cock into the cock-hungry depths of her secret flesh.
As it crashed against her cervix, she let out a soft wail of delight that incited young John to even greater efforts, set off little explosions of
pure and simple joy in his blood. Oh God! Penny was good! The sight of her, the very idea of her lying beneath him, subject to his will and impaled on his own lust-thickened cock, gave him a sense of power he had never known before. She was his, he knew, to fuck at will!
And then, almost as if she could read his thoughts, Penny whimpered, "Oh, John! For God's sake. Fuck me… fuck harder, John.
Harder!"
He lunged forward again and again, sawing in and out now while she thrashed beneath him, raising her loins to meet his plunges, falling back, grinding her softly undulating buttocks deep into the mattress. Suddenly, she strained up against him and her legs shot out to twine around his naked back, her heels digging hard into his flesh. She began to move with him, matching the ever-increasing rhythm of his thrusts, mewling with ecstatic joy.
It seemed to John that he would explode from the pressures building inexorably in his aching loins, deep in his throbbing cock, in his sperm-bloated testicles which now swung against the small unprotected orifice of her anus. Penny gripped him tighter still as her face contorted in her lust and passion. She clenched her teeth, moaning through them, and John knew then that she too was approaching her climax.
Suddenly, her shrill wail split the air -oh, my God! I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" Her head flailed from side to side, like a flower bobbing on its stem. And then her body tensed and held for a full long moment. It happened then…
John felt the soft warm moistures that gushed forth from her still clasping cuntal walls, felt them bathe his aching cock lovingly. And then his own seething hot sperm, boiling in his balls, at last shot forward, spurting the length of his lust-hardened penis and spilling over into Penny's still wildly sucking vagina…
It was over at last, his thick cock milked dry and beginning to deflate. In a surfeit of ecstasy, he rolled over at last to lie beside the lovely satiated body of his chorus girl. And then the two of them had fallen asleep in each other's arms.
Sitting at his desk, glancing uncomfortably at the picture of his wife framed on it, John Whitmore remembered it all. He'd been young then, the world had been his oyster, and Penny had been the pearl he'd stumbled across. But that was over now, and he thought with a twinge of distaste of the way he had possessed her the night before, fucking her brutally, cruelly, knowing he was hurting her and, oh Christ, wanting to, even! He dropped his head to his hands, feeling the throbbing at his temples. They seemed to beat out a rhythmic tattoo that would drive him mad unless he found some way to stop it. And his marriage was like that too, he thought. He couldn't go on like this much longer, and neither could
Penny. And yet, he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. No, he thought, shaking his head sadly, that was no solution with her. He couldn't live without Penny, not after all these years, after all their shared hopes and joys! Then the telephone rang, and he picked it up to answer. He spoke briefly, his mind elsewhere, annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts and yet relieved, too. And then, when he had replaced the telephone on its cradle, he was haunted again by the problem he faced with his wife. He managed to get through some of the work on his desk, however, initialing memos, dictating letters, riffling through the papers that awaited his attention.
He called in his secretary, Emma Lowrey, and went over the appointments she had made for him. His afternoon was free, and for that he was grateful; there was plenty for him to do in the office. He set to work at it with a vengeance, cleaning it up by the time late afternoon rolled around. And then again he was free to think, to ponder the relationship into which he and Penny had drifted. And, for the thousandth time, he wondered what exit there was from this web which enshrouded the two of them. What did other couples do? They went on sometimes, he admitted, or sometimes they broke up. Or… but no, he brushed that thought away. It was too radical, too disturbing… but, it came back to haunt him. Sometimes other couples tried wife-swapping. That was the expression they used these days. They brought new excitement to their marriages, made them work in a way that, God knew, his and Penny's was not working. And if they did… but again he brushed the thought from his mind. Other couples might change partners but he and Penny weren't other couples… or were they?
John put his pen down, shoved aside the contract that had become a blur of ciphers before his eyes. Why not? he asked himself. Why shouldn't he and Penny find another married couple, just the way others did? John mulled the idea over in his mind, accepting it, rejecting it, and then at last accepting it once more. Okay, so he and Penny might really go ahead on the wife-swapping bit. But another question presented itself. With whom?
He ticked off the names of their closest friends in his mind, knowing that he would never ask them. They would be shocked, he thought, or maybe titillated. But, in any case, they were sure to refuse. And then what? He would have made a fool of himself, and for no reason. He wondered how other couples found willing partners, how and where. And then at last he pushed the whole idea from his mind, giving it up as useless.
John finished some last minute work and thought of asking Miss Lowrey, Emma Lowrey, to have a drink with him, then discarded that idea as he had discarded so many others. It was pointless, purposeless. Oh,
sure, his secretary was a good-looking girl with the kind of figure that made his eyes almost pop out of his head. But, if he got involved with her the way he'd like to, if he got her into bed and fucked her silly, which was what he wanted to do, then what? Nothing, he thought disconsolately, except that he'd soon be looking for a new secretary. And he didn't think the delights of a quick fuck would compensate for the troubles that would follow.