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Authors name: Achillies (No Address)
Story title : Communication

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Communication (MF, b/g, inc, orgy, exh)
by Achillies (No Address Provided)
(c) 1991

***

George and Marion had had another fight. It was a 
humdinger this time, which is saying something, for their 
fights had been getting progressively more acrimonious as 
the weeks had dragged endlessly by during this hot 
summer. George had completely lost his cool this time and 
shouted so loud at her that the neighbors must have 
heard, and if they didn't, then they must surely have 
heard the sound of smashing crockery as Marion hurled 
plate after plate of their best dinner service at him. 
This gave her mixed satisfaction, for it was her pride 
and joy, but it was a wedding present and embodied all 
her feelings about her marriage to this pig of a man as 
plate after plate smashed into the wall beside him.

As usual, the kids stayed upstairs and avoided the fight 
in scared silence. Graham cuddled his sister close and 
comforted her as yet another plate smashed into the wall 
downstairs. Susie was crying, her face buried in her 
elder brother's comforting shoulder. 

At 13, it was too much for Susie to bear listening to the 
constant squabbles between their parents. All she wanted 
was a return to the happy days she remembered as a child 
when Daddy was her hero in shining armor, and Mommy was 
always there to comfort a grazed knee, or give intimate 
advice on all those fears and troubles that beset a young 
girl.

Graham just felt angry. He was supposed to be in the park 
with his friends playing ball at this time. Instead, here 
he was again, having to comfort his sister whilst his Dad 
and Mom had another of their interminable fights.

At 17 Graham had little patience with the follies of 
adults. They seemed to know so little about the world 
with their constant bickering. Why the hell did they get 
married in the first place if they couldn't stand the 
sight of each other? You'd think a bank manager would 
have more sense than that, yet listening to Dad shouting 
now downstairs you'd think he knew nothing about women. 
Why shout at Mom anyway - she was a peach of a woman with 
a hell of a good figure and looks to match. He could see 
that even his buddies appreciated her sexy good looks. 
Graham was proud of her looks too, why couldn't his Dad 
see what a winner she was?

Graham knew all about women. He'd dated the two most 
popular girls in his class at school already, and one of 
them had introduced him to the pleasures of a blowjob in 
the back seat of the car. He'd actually had her tits in 
his hands too, although the silly bitch wouldn't go all 
the way and let him fuck her. Just because he didn't have 
a rubber! Damn stupid girl.

If it hadn't been that excuse he knew it would have been 
another. Fucking prick teaser! He'd dropped her, and got 
the approval for that assertive male action from all his 
friends.

Bill Thompson was dating the frigged bitch now - but Bill 
would date anything if it had a skirt on.

Good riddance to her, Graham thought, and stroked his 
sister's hair as she nuzzled tearfully against his neck. 
Susie was growing up fast now. The year before she could 
hardly touch the top of his head with her hand, except on 
tiptoe. She'd grown fast this last year. He could feel 
the softness of her firm little tits against his chest 
already, and they felt rather nice rubbing against him as 
sobs shook her body and her arms clasped him close. 
Rather nice indeed! 

Graham became slowly aware of the pleasant feeling of his 
cock swelling and quickly left his sister in sudden 
embarrassment to seat himself on the bed in case she 
should see the telltale signs of his arousal.

***

"It's no fucking good Marion," George said tensely as 
they both glared at each other across the living room. 
"We can't go on like this."

'Then what do you suggest, Mr. High and Mighty?" she 
retorted, "Go and see a Marriage Counselor? Ha! I can 
just see you listening to anyone else! You're so bound up 
in yourself that you don't care what anyone else thinks 
or says."

George took a deep breath and bit back the retort he was 
about to make. "Maybe that's just what we need," he said 
instead. "I'm a reasonable man," - Marion snorted in 
derision - "I'm a reasonable man," he said patiently, 
"And I'll listen to anyone who's properly qualified. It's 
just that there're so many charlatans about these days 
who call themselves 'Counselors' that I've refused to go 
to one. But before you say anything more," he held up his 
hands as Marion started to retort back, "One of my 
customers at the bank told me of one that boasts a 100% 
record at getting marriages back off the rocks. Highly 
recommended, highly recommended indeed."

"And what were you doing telling all your friends about 
our marriage?" Marion snapped. "Just like you, isn't it? 
You talk to them all about our private lives, but you 
don't talk to me anymore!"

"It's not like that at all." He said tensely. "It's 
certainly more constructive than all your chatter with 
your girlfriend cronies over coffee! OK, OK ... I'm 
sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But will you give it a 
try if I make an appointment?"

It was quiet again in the house later when, at last, 
everyone had gone to bed. Susie had fallen asleep almost 
immediately, her tear-stained face buried in the pillow 
and Bernard Bear cuddled close in her arms. 

Graham lay awake in his room looking at the ceiling. He'd 
tried to read, but couldn't concentrate when thoughts of 
his sister kept intruding. He hadn't taken much notice of 
her before. Their age difference had meant they'd never 
played much together as kids. She was just another 
necessary evil around the place who needed baby-sitting 
when he had better things to do. Or who intruded where 
she was not wanted when the guys came round for a game of 
basketball against the garage door.

She was certainly growing up now. Those tits of hers were 
becoming quite noticeable, and she was losing the baby-
fat that had always characterized her and developing 
quite a shapely little figure. If you took those silver 
teeth braces away she would look quite attractive. Mind 
you, he'd grown used to them now, and they did give her a 
rather appealing 'little girl' look.

Graham became comfortably aware that his cock had been 
swelling as he'd been thinking about her pert little 
mouth, and started slowly wanking as he let his 
imagination begin to roam. Graham also liked firm, female 
butts, and Susie's looked as though they'd just fit 
nicely in his hands now.

He wanked harder as he began to imagine just what her 
tits looked like now. Firm and smooth, he thought, with 
nipples that would swell as he sucked them. He reached 
for the Kleenex, and let his imagination roam further as 
his hand quickened its pace.

***

George, like his daughter Susie, had rolled over in bed 
and gone to sleep almost immediately. "Just like him," 
Marion thought resentfully, lying with her back to him 
and staring into the darkness listening to the sounds of 
him sleeping.

He was always a noisy sleeper. Not snoring, or anything 
like that, but he would occasionally mutter something 
under his breath, or grunt as if carrying on a 
conversation with someone. She was used to it now and, if 
she was honest with herself, she found the soft sounds of 
his sleeping and the feel of him next to her comforting. 
She did love him. She did. If only he wasn't so wrapped 
up in work all the time.

He practically ignored the children, and there were times 
like today when she felt she was just his housekeeper. It 
had been ages since they'd last made love - if you could 
call a ten-minute grope and grunt making love.

She'd had to masturbate after he'd rolled over and gone 
to sleep. She'd been barely ready for him when he'd 
finished. She liked to masturbate anyway - although she 
always did it when he was asleep as she'd been brought up 
to believe that it was not something 'nice young ladies' 
did, and certainly not when anyone was watching.

She fingered herself quietly now, gently caressing her 
clitoris, enjoying the luxurious feel of slippery juices 
rising and moistening the soft flesh her fingers were 
buried in. For some strange reason visions of her son's 
virile young cock swam before her eyes and she rubbed a 
little faster.

She'd been having these forbidden fantasies lately, ever 
since she'd surprised Graham in the bathroom one day 
coming out of the shower, his half erect manhood all 
swollen and swaying between his strong thighs. He was a 
young man now, quite different from the little boy she 
used to soap in the bath.

Her breathing became a bit ragged as she imagined what he 
would look like with his cock fully erect, ready to 
plunge deep inside some lucky girl.

The fingers of her left hand found her vagina and began 
to pump rhythmically in counterpoint to the rapid 
fluttering of her other hand. Her thighs strained as she 
desperately sought release, but in perfect silence so as 
not to wake George.

***

The following morning, shortly after Marion had got 
around to tidying up the dishes after the whirlwind that 
passed for breakfast in their household, the phone rang 
in the kitchen. "Marion, I've made an appointment for us 
to see that Counselor today. The receptionist is on the 
other line at the moment. Can you get into town by 
three?"

"You what?" Marion replied in bewilderment. "What 
Counselor? Oh..." she suddenly remembered their 
conversation the previous day. "But, but George..."

"No buts." George said firmly, "We're going to get this 
thing settled once and for all. We've put it off too long 
already. Can you get here by three or not?"

"I, I suppose so George. But..."

"I said no buts. Yes or no?"

"Oh, alright then. If we must. I suppose I can make it if 
I catch the 1.30 train. But what shall I wear?"

Marion never did get an answer to that vital piece of 
feminine information. George just grunted, said he'd meet 
her at his office, then put the phone down.

At 3:00 pm sharp, George and Marion sat side by side in 
the waiting rooms of Dr G. Baverstock, MD, DipPsy, 
DipGyn, FRSST, waiting in silence.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea George." Marion 
whispered, glancing at the rather stern looking 
receptionist."

"Nonsense. This man's got an extremely good reputation, 
and I've always believed in going to an expert if 
everything else fails. I didn't get to be Managing 
Director in the bank just by..."

George's authoritative statement was cut off in mid 
oration as a statuesque brunette in a form-hugging Chanel 
suit opened the door and spoke to the receptionist.

"Are Mr. and Mrs. Johnson here yet? Ah! I see you are. 
Please come in. I'm Gloria Baverstock."

Marion grinned to herself as she watched George 
struggling to come to terms with the fact that his 
'expert' was a woman - and an extremely attractive one at 
that. George had never had a very high opinion of women 
in business, and now here he was faced with one who came 
with the highest possible recommendation! It should be 
interesting to see how he copes with this one, she 
thought smugly.

In fact, George managed rather well. Mainly, it must be 
said, because Gloria Baverstock was a highly skilled 
psychologist and knew exactly how to put people at their 
ease. In no time at all, all the squabbles and petty 
disagreements were brought out and scrutinized, analyzed, 
and filed away in Gloria Baverstock's capable mind.

"I think," she finally said, "That what we have here is 
basically a simple case of boredom, made more serious by 
your apparent inability to communicate honestly and 
openly with each other.

George bristled a bit at that, but she carried on, "It's 
not uncommon, you know. Many couples think they've been 
communicating perfectly well over the years, but they 
still haven't discovered what real communication is all 
about. I think that the answer for you is to join one of 
my groups so you can meet and discuss your problems with 
others who have been through the same thing. I act as 
facilitator at these meetings, of course, and make sure 
that things are guided along the right lines for the 
maximum benefit. What do you think - are you interested?"

George began to shake his head, but Marion jumped in with 
a firm "Yes. Yes I think that's just what George and I 
need. How soon can we start?"

"Well, tonight as a matter of fact." Gloria Baverstock 
smiled. "I have a group meeting today, and I think that 
you would both fit into it perfectly. Can you make it 
tonight? We meet at eight at my home - it's not far from 
where you live - we go on until we all decide that it's 
time to wind up and go home. I really do think that you 
would both get great benefit from it and will be well on 
your way to sorting out all your problems in no time at 
all. What do you say?"

"Well," George muttered, looking at Marion and then back 
at the doctor, "Well, er, I mean to say - how much does 
all this cost, if I may ask?"

Gloria Baverstock laughed. "Typical banker's question! 
Only what you want to contribute to the group function. 
That's all. Bring a bottle of wine or a plate tonight. My 
fee is for this consultation alone. The cure is up to 
you."

Any doubts in George's mind evaporated with this, and 
both he an Marion were ushered out the door with 
directions on how to get to Dr Baverstock's home.

***

To Graham, the fact that his parents were going out that 
night was surprising in view of the months of bickering, 
but nevertheless welcome. The thought of having the house 
to himself with Susie was now rather interesting, 
particularly as it was her day for the gym team. She was 
an athletic girl and a member of the School Gymnastic 
Team. To Graham this meant only one thing - she would be 
coming home tonight in her form-hugging leotard and 
wanting a shower straight away. Graham had been thinking 
of nothing but Susie all day, he wasn't sure why he was 
so turned on by his own sister but he meant to make the 
most of the fact that they'd be alone tonight! 

However, like most well laid plans, nothing came of it. 
Susie came home alright, delightfully sweaty and glowing, 
but Graham had not counted on the fact that his mother 
would want to have such a long bath and spend so much 
time making herself up in the bathroom before going out 
for the first time in months.

It was therefore a rather grumpy Graham that greeted his 
sister as she bounced down the stairs fresh from her 
shower just as their parents were going out the front 
door. Add to that the fact that the TV that night was a 
washout with nothing decent to see on any of the local 
channels, Graham felt thoroughly despondent.

"So how's my handsome brother tonight?" Susie greeted him 
brightly, and plonked herself down on the couch beside 
him. She demurely adjusted the front of her robe at the 
same time as planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "What 
are we watching?"

"Nothing, as far as I can see." Graham replied glumly, 
and switched to another quiz show on yet another channel.

"What about the satellite TV?" she asked.

"What about it? It's only news or sports, and I've 
already seen all the good games."

'There is the other channel you know."

"What do you mean another channel?"

"The naughty channel silly. Don't look so dumb at me Big 
Brother - I know Dad gave you the password to it on your 
last birthday!"

"But you're too young to watch that sort of thing."

"Don't be silly! I've watched it before at Cindy's house. 
I'm not that young you know."

Graham looked at his sister and thought to himself, 'No, 
you're not too young after all, are you!' He could see 
the curve of a small breast where her robe had opened a 
bit at the top.

"OK then," he said. "But you're not to tell Mom or Dad 
that I've let you watch it."

"Oh shut up and change the channel Graham!" she grinned, 
and cuddled up next to him on the couch staring at the TV 
in anticipation. After a couple of fumbled attempts, his 
mind more on the warm presence of his sister next to him, 
Graham managed to key in the right combination and tuned 
into the middle of a film. 

Susie's eyes widened as the sight and sound of two 
couples frantically fucking on a king-size bed suddenly 
filled the screen. "Wow!" she whispered, and cuddled 
closer to her brother as one of the men suddenly withdrew 
his glistening cock from the cunt he'd been ramming and a 
fountain of white cum sprayed onto the girl's stomach and 
breasts.

Graham's mind was more on the presence of his sister's 
small body tightly pressed against him than on the film, 
although the eroticism on the screen was having its usual 
effect on him. He was uncomfortably aware of the growing 
bulge in his pants and sat still, hoping Susie wouldn't 
notice it.

Susie's periodic giggles and comments about the size of 
the men's dicks and their techniques of fucking didn't 
help one bit, and by the time the film ended his groin 
ached with pent-up tension. It hadn't helped either that 
Susie had wriggled with excitement and pressed even 
closer to him during the heavy fuck scenes.

"Hey!" she accused as the film ended and she looked away 
from the screen, "You've got a hard-on Graham!" She 
grinned up at him impishly and grabbed the stiff bulge 
down his leg through the material of his jeans.

"Bet my brother's just as big as those guys in the film! 
Wouldn't you like to have fucked that red-haired girl 
with the big tits?" She squeezed him playfully, then 
turned a worried look up at him. "Doesn't it hurt, all 
bunched up in your pants like that?"

Graham nodded wordlessly. He'd never expected his little 
sister to be so frank about it. Her next words, however, 
took him totally by surprise. "Whey don't you get out of 
your pants for the next film then? You'd be far more 
comfortable, wouldn't you? Tell you what - go and get 
changed into your bathrobe like me. Go on - hurry up. The 
next film starts in a few of minutes." 

She pushed him off the couch and giggled again as he 
painfully walked to the door with an all to evident bulge 
down the inside of his trousers.

***

He was careful to hold his bathrobe tightly closed when 
he came downstairs and sat beside his sister. Susie 
sighed with pleasure as the next movie began, and cuddled 
up close to him again. "Does that feel better?" she 
asked, eyes fixed on the screen where a voluptuous blonde 
was beginning to strip.

"Much better," Graham replied, glancing down to make sure 
he was covered. His erection made a large tent in the 
fabric of his robe and he shifted nervously, feeling a 
bit embarrassed about it.

"Wish I had tits like hers," Susie said, and watched 
fascinated as the woman squeezed them until her nipples 
stood out prominently.

"Your tits are OK," Graham said, hugging her 
reassuringly.

"You think so?" she asked, and to his amazement opened 
the front of her robe and fingered one of her nipples.

"Yes they're fantastic Sis!" Graham said, throat dry as 
he gazed at the small pointed hills of her teenage 
breasts.

"Hey - that looks great!" she said watching the blonde 
kneeling on the bed and busily wanking the stiffly erect 
cock of the man lying there. "Would you like me to do 
that to you Graham?"

Without waiting for him to answer, she flipped the fabric 
of his robe open and stared at his stiff cock as it 
reared in the air in front of her.

"Hey, wow!" she breathed excitedly, "You're just as big 
as him aren't you? Wow and you're only 17 and he's a man, 
wow!" Her fingers reached out and tentatively touched his 
hot flesh. Then, with an air of studied concentration 
Susie grasped it and began to slowly rub the shaft up and 
down. "Is that right?" she asked.

Graham was speechless. He gazed down at his sister's 
small hand encircling his cock wanking him, then groaned 
and pushed his butt up so his cock reared up in the air 
in front of her eyes. "That feels great!" he groaned, 
reaching over her shoulder and squeezing the soft flesh 
of her small tits.

Her hand sped up as he rolled the erect bud of her nipple 
and it was her turn to sigh. "Ooooh! That's nice Graham - 
pinch harder - that feels so good! Oh, look Graham, do 
you want me to try that?"

He glanced at the screen and saw that the blonde was busy 
sucking the man's rigid cock. Graham pulled his sister 
closer so her face was hovering over his own cock, 
willing her to do it.

Without a word, Susie bent down and hot warmth enveloped 
him as he disappeared into her eager mouth. She looked up 
once and asked, "Do my braces hurt you?" then bent her 
head back down again as he shook his head and began 
sucking hard while her hand pumped up and down his rigid 
shaft.

All pretense of restraint now thrown to the winds, Graham 
pulled his sister's robe down and ran his hands down to 
her softly swelling buttocks, cupping and squeezing the 
young globes of female flesh. Then his finger slipped in 
the crevice of her firm little bottom and reached for the 
moist slit that ran between her thighs.

Susie stiffened and made a muffled sound as his probing 
finger found the soft wetness and slipped inside, pushing 
her bottom out to meet him and widening her legs 
slightly. The room filled with the sounds of the fucking 
on the TV and Susie's growing moans as he finger fucked 
her slippery vagina. She writhed against him as he probed 
deeper and deeper, then suddenly shuddered and tensed and 
she lost all control and scrambled further across his lap 
so his cock pressed hard against her naked belly, and 
gasped for him to do it faster and deeper.

Susie suddenly pulled away from his thrusting hand and 
clambered across his lap to face him, robe forgotten on 
the floor and stark naked, thighs wide open and his rigid 
cock brushing erect against her smooth belly.

Wordlessly, she grasped his cock firmly and lifted 
herself up until her wet little slit hovered above it. 
Then pulling it firmly towards her, she closed her eyes 
tight and buried his swollen dick between the fat, hot 
lips of her cunt and pushed her body down. Her cunt 
stretched wider and wider as he began to slip inside, 
then smoothly slid down his shaft as she slowly impaled 
herself on her brother's cock.

She sat there motionless with her eyes squeezed shut and 
his cock totally buried inside the tight elastic sheath 
of her vagina, then her eyes snapped wide open and she 
grinned at him. "Does that feel as good to you as it does 
to me?" she asked.

Graham grinned back at her and squeezed her splayed butt 
cheeks. "It's fucking fantastic Sis! Are you sure I'm not 
hurting you?"

"Nope!" she said, "Although I feel totally stretched 
inside. Oooooh - I love the feel of you inside me! Now 
fuck me like that girl's being fucked! But Graham," she 
grinned again widely, "Whatever you do don't pull out 
when you come - I want to feel what it's like to have 
your spunk squirting deep inside me!"

She began to slide up and down his glistening shaft, 
squeezing her tits lasciviously in imitation of the woman 
on the screen. Graham gave a groan of lust and thrust 
hard and deep inside her, grasping her waist tightly and 
rolling her over until she was beneath him on the couch. 
"I'll show you what a fuck is about little girl!" he 
growled, and pulling her thighs up until her legs were 
over his shoulders and the smoothly rounded flesh of her 
cunt was split wide open by the thick shaft of his cock, 
then he began fucking his sister with deep, deliberately 
hard thrusts.

Susie's small body shook as their bodies slapped 
violently together with each pounding thrust, and a 
groaning panting sound of lust was forced from her 
constricted throat as her excited body opened itself 
wetly to her brother's invasion. Her head thrashed from 
side to side as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her 
body. Her whole world was now centered on the feeling of 
her brother's ramming tool stretching her cunt wide open 
and his balls slapping against her between her legs. She 
clutched her belly and groaned with excitement as she 
felt his hard, thick shaft distend it each time he rammed 
inside her.

Suddenly she felt it - just as Graham gasped, grew still 
and strained rigidly above her, his cock thrust deep and 
hard against her cervix. Her vagina felt stretched wider 
than ever as he shuddered and his cock seemed to suddenly 
grow even more enormous. Then she felt his shaft pulse 
and a gush of wetness filled her as he ejaculated. 

Jet after jet of her brother's thick spunk forced its way 
into the confines of her young cunt and she felt a sudden 
pressure as it distended the top of her vagina with its 
quantity. He moved again and the pressure released in 
sudden slipperiness as she felt the first hot streams of 
his come squeeze down past his shaft and out of her 
stretched cuntlips to dribble onto her buttocks.

He ejaculated again, and more wetness forced itself past 
his pistoning shaft. She reached down and grasped his 
balls, feeling them tighten as he groaned and ejaculated 
again, pushing her slight body forcefully up the couch 
with the berserk power of his straining orgasm.

Then as their young bodies cooled from the frantic heat 
of frenzied sex, both Graham and Susie lay there for what 
seemed like an eternity, coupled together tightly as 
white spunk oozed slowly past his shaft and onto the 
growing wet patch on the cushion.

Susie was in seventh heaven. She squeezed her vagina and 
grinned smugly to herself as she felt her brother shudder 
again. There was absolutely nothing in the world to beat 
the feeling of lying spread-eagled under a virile man 
with your cunt deliciously stretched by a thick cock and 
soaking wet with creamy cum, she thought in satisfaction.

Now that she knew how good it was, she was determined to 
get Graham to fuck his little sister as often as 
possible. She squeezed again and knew as he pushed into 
her reflexively that she had Graham just where she wanted 
him, and whenever she wanted him. Perhaps she should try 
Daddy next she thought. Now that was an exciting thought! 
She wondered how big her dad's cock was, and shivered in 
anticipation!

About the same time that Susie was idly dreaming of 
fucking him, George was ringing the front door bell at 
85, Crescent Drive. He was clutching a bottle of Pinot 
Noir, and was just about to turn to Marion to say that he 
thought this was not such a good idea, when the door 
opened and Gloria Baverstock stood there smiling and 
welcoming them in.

George's objections to the evening were instantly 
forgotten as he saw Gloria standing there. If he'd 
thought she was good looking earlier that day, he was 
quickly revising his opinion. She was stunning! Her raven 
black hair, drawn up in a neat bun in the office, was now 
brushed out and cascaded in a shining dark river that 
reached half way down her back. The sleek body suit she 
wore left little to the imagination, hugging the 
voluptuous curves of her mature figure and revealing the 
most fantastic pair of long legs he'd seen outside of a 
Playboy magazine.

"Come in, come in!" she smiled, and brushed her fingers 
gently against George's as she took the bottle from him. 
"Why, how nice George! One of my favorite wines. Now come 
on in and meet all the others." She ushered them into a 
large, brightly lit room where a dozen or so other people 
were standing around in little groups, chatting and 
laughing with each other just as if this were a cocktail 
party rather than a therapy session.

"This is one of my favorite groups," Gloria confided in 
Marion, "And I picked it for you because I think you 
probably know most of the people here already and you can 
settle in quickly."

It was true, Marion thought as she looked around the 
room. She recognized a couple of George's colleagues from 
work, and over there was Susie's math teacher - what was 
her name? Oh yes, Cynthia Porter. That must be her 
husband next to her with his arm around her waist.

"Right. Now that you're here we can begin." Gloria said 
and clapped her hands. The room quieted and everyone 
turned expectantly towards her. "I'm glad you could all 
come tonight," someone in the back laughed and Gloria 
grinned back, "I'm glad you could be here because I want 
to introduce two new members to our group - Marion and 
George. Now many of you will already know them, but for 
those that don't, George is a banker and Marion is a 
bored housewife!" 

Marion turned to George in consternation at this, but 
Gloria went on, "Which is a fair description of most of 
the ladies here tonight when you first joined us - am I 
right?" A chorus of grins and applause greeted her 
statement. "I think it also fair to say that you all had 
marriages that were on the rocks, and many were very near 
to divorce. Am I right?" More applause and a few claps as 
everyone in the room nodded their heads and turned to 
smile at each other. "So, can anyone help Marion and 
George out by telling them what makes a good, strong 
marriage?"

"Complete Communication and Sharing," Cynthia Porter 
said, "QED!" Everyone laughed. Just like Cynthia to put 
it like a mathematical theorem.

Gloria grinned, "Well, if you can prove that to George 
tonight, then we'll have made good progress. Cynthia, how 
about you taking George aside and explaining it to him, 
with examples? George, I'll drop by later to see if 
Cynthia has been a good teacher. Now off you go while we 
find someone to explain it all to Marion. How about you 
James? Feel in a teaching mood tonight?"

The man with his arm around Cynthia's waist nodded and 
grinned widely. "Be delighted Gloria. Marion, let me 
introduce myself, I'm James Benton and I'm delighted to 
meet you!" 

Marion's head was in a whirl. Surely he was Cynthia's 
husband, wasn't he? Had she kept her maiden name, or 
what?" She let herself be led over to a nearby couch and 
sat down with him. She looked around for support from 
George, but he'd disappeared somewhere and wasn't in the 
room anymore. In fact, most of the others had 
disappeared. Only two other couples were left in the 
room, and they appeared to be in deep conversation and 
were evidently quite close from the look of it, at least 
by the way they were sitting and kissing occasionally.

"So what seems to be the matter with your marriage then 
Marion?" Her attention was suddenly brought back to 
James, who was looking at her with a quizzical smile on 
his face. She felt flustered. How on earth did he expect 
her to answer that - he was a complete stranger! She grew 
uncomfortably warm under his gaze - it seemed as though 
he was looking straight through to her soul. If he wasn't 
so damned handsome it might be easier, but despite her 
first misgivings, Marion felt herself warm to this 
strange man with his penetrating gaze. 

Without quite understanding why, Marion found herself 
telling him about all the frustrations she'd felt, their 
lack of a sex life, the secret desires she'd been having 
- even telling him about her recent incestuous feelings 
about her son. Deep inside she was appalled at the 
frankness this man was imposing on her, yet somehow, with 
him, it seemed alright.

He was holding her hand now and she found that somehow 
soothing. After all, intimate thoughts went with intimate 
gestures, didn't they? Or was that something he'd said? 
She couldn't remember, but it didn't seem to matter now 
that he had his arm around her shoulders. She felt young 
and excited again. This was just like the feelings she'd 
had on her first date. He really was a good-looking, and 
George wasn't here in the room, so what the hell? She 
thought.

In fact George was otherwise occupied at that precise 
moment. From the start, he'd found Cynthia to be a 
particularly pleasant and friendly person. She'd 
surprised him at first by giving him a luridly frank 
account of the troubles that had beset her marriage. Her 
marriage had got so bad that she'd taken up with another 
man and become his lover. 

Hearing her talk about this, with all the intimate 
details of when and how they had made love, had turned 
George on. It didn't seem at all strange now that she had 
a habit of absently stroking his hand when talking about 
it. After all, having heard so many intimate details, he 
now felt that he was talking to a deep friend.

He found himself telling her about the times he'd cheated 
on Marion, particularly with that redheaded secretary 
last year at work. She laughed when he told her that his 
real reason for going out with her was that he'd heard 
she gave good head, and even more when he filled in the 
details of just how good she'd been at this and how he'd 
come three times in a row on the first afternoon - twice 
in her mouth and once between her tits.

George's eyes went wide when Cynthia admitted that she 
loved sucking cock too, and just adored it when a man 
buried his face between her thighs and gave her a good 
licking. In fact, she hinted, as they were on their own 
right now, perhaps...

Marion was by now enjoying a very pleasant deep kiss with 
James. He had somehow managed to place his hand so that 
it rested on her left breast and her nipple was being 
delightfully teased as their tongues intertwined. The 
couples in the other parts of the room seemed to be 
engrossed in each other too, but the lights had been 
dimmed so much that it was difficult to see exactly what 
they were doing. It almost looked as though they were 
making love - but that couldn't be possible, could it?

She laughed softly as James moved his hand under her 
dress and tweaked her garter belt, and half-heartedly 
slapped his hand away, only to find her hand resting on 
an extremely interesting bulge in his trousers. Flustered 
by this, she confided her suspicions about the couple in 
the corner, only to be more flustered when James 
suggested they go and have a look.

"But we can't!" she protested as he rose to take her 
across.

"Complete Communication, remember?" he replied with a 
smile. "I assure you that they won't mind. Come along 
now." He led her across the room until they were only a 
few feet away from the couple.

She'd been right - they were making love! This was 
shocking! She could see the man's penis shining in the 
dim light, sheathing and unsheathing itself in the 
woman's eagerly bouncing body that sat astride him on the 
seat. Really quite shocking!

Why, if she looked more closely she could see how the 
woman's cunt lips clasped his shaft and stroked it each 
time he withdrew. Absolutely shocking - but the tingly 
feeling in the pit of her stomach as she stared at them 
told her otherwise!

"Hello Elizabeth," James said to the woman who turned to 
him with a smile, never breaking the rhythm of her 
lovemaking, "Have you met Marion yet?" But this was 
appalling! Elizabeth was the wife of George's Chief 
Executive! "And Marion, this is Mike - Gloria's husband."

"Hi Marion!" Mike said, "Hope you'll excuse me but I 
can't get up at the moment."

"Liar!" Elizabeth grinned, "You're getting up all the 
time dear! Hello Marion darling - haven't seen you for 
ages. We must get together later this evening. Now, if 
you'll excuse me, I've got some serious fucking to do 
here!"

"Sounds like a good idea!" James grinned, and led Marion 
back to their couch. "Now where were we?" Before she 
could protest, he'd covered her mouth in a torrid kiss 
that left her breathless and in no mood to argue. Her 
cunt itched for a good fuck - George hadn't fucked her in 
months with any real passion, and James now knew this 
from what she'd told him.

What the hell, she thought, watching Elizabeth and Mike 
had excited her, and she might as well have a fling with 
this handsome rogue while she could. She kissed him back 
passionately and began to remove her skirt.

"Deeper George!" Cynthia moaned, and thrashed her head 
from side to side on the pillow, thrusting her pelvis up 
at him as he rammed his cock inside her lithe body. "Fuck 
me harder! FUCK ME! She orgasmed as George bellowed and 
shot his cum deep inside her writhing body. 

Still breathing hard he bent his head and sucked her 
glorious nipples once more into his mouth as his cock 
still jerked inside her. God, but she was a passionate 
fuck, this woman. He couldn't remember when he'd been 
carried to such heights of lust before.

Except - yes, the first years of his marriage with 
Marion. Nothing could beat the way that Marion had of 
squeezing her cunt just so when he came inside her. She 
seemed to be able to milk the last drop out of him. She 
was fantastic. He wished he could feel that now. Perhaps 
when they got home...

"Well done George! Very well done Cynthia darling! Have 
you left anything for me?" Gloria's voice came from the 
doorway, where she stood stark naked hanging on the arm 
of a young man with an enormous erection. George's eyes 
nearly came out of his head. If he'd thought her 
voluptuous in her body suit, stark naked she was a wet 
dream come true!

"Go to it George dear!" Cynthia whispered in his ear, 
"It's ages since I've been fucked by Harold and I can't 
wait. You were wonderful darling - now show Gloria what 
you can do!" 

She deftly moved her torso so he withdrew from her cunt 
with a slight sucking sound, then rolled over to take the 
young man between her thighs as Gloria swayed towards 
George. High jutting breasts, a tiny waist flaring into 
the most erotic pair of wide hips he'd ever seen, and a 
neat bikini line on a cunt that pushed forward and 
screamed to be fucked - George's erection was back and 
rampant before she'd even reached the bed and bent to 
suck his cock deep in her hot mouth! 

Then all thoughts of anything but this magnificent woman 
left George's head as she straightened up and straddled 
him, lowering her cunt to meet his throbbing cock and 
then riding him smoothly and passionately, breasts 
swaying in front of George's glazed eyes.

"More! I want more, more, MORE!!!" Marion gasped as she 
lay spread-eagled below Gloria's husband. James sucked 
her breasts as she writhed in passion and felt Elizabeth' 
fingers busy on her clitoris. Marion's own fingers were 
busy finger fucking Elizabeth as wave after wave of 
sexual excitement coursed through her abandoned body. 

An indeterminate time later, she realized that another, 
then another, and yet another ramming cock had replaced 
Mike's cock. She gave up all attempt at trying to count 
how many times she'd been fucked this evening, or licked, 
or finger fucked. All she knew was that she wanted more, 
and more, and more!

By the time they left the Group that night, they knew 
that they would be coming to every Group meeting they 
could. Gloria even had inter-Group meetings occasionally, 
just to keep things spiced up. They also knew that all 
the problems they'd experienced with their marriage 
seemed trivial now. Each knew that the best fuck in their 
lives was to be found at home, just by rolling over in 
bed, for each knew the other's desires and needs 
intimately after so many years.

This new way of looking at the world held great 
possibilities Marion thought, maybe she'd even see what 
her son thought about it.

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 13