Mavis Feschild, Doctor of Psychology and co-founder of the Feslon Institute, drove her Porsche 911 along the winding road leading to the chalet that she and her husband had convened into the Institute several years earlier. Lon wouldn't be with her this weekend; he was giving a lecture in Chicago.
But it didn't matter.
She could handle things by herself without any trouble at all. Besides, the staff would still be there to take care of the little things; all Mavis would have to do would be to take care of the guests.
As she got out of her car, she could feel the cool breeze coming in from the ocean, and for a few moments she paused and looked at the water far below. The chalet was on a high bluff overlooking the ocean. Even though the feeling here was one of pure isolation, the fact remained that the winding road she had just traveled connected with the coast highway less than a mile away.
It was the best of both worlds; apparent solitude, but still close enough to ton so that any needs that couldn't be supplied here could be taken care of easily enough.
Inside, after greeting the maids and seeing that everything was in readiness for the seven guests who would arrive later that afternoon, Mavis disappeared into the large bedroom she usually used as her base for operations. It was a pleasant room with a large window looking out on the ocean.
Alter a quick shower and change of clothes, she sat down in front of her darner with the intention of putting on just the right touch of makeup.
But she never got past her eye-liner.
Something was intruding; she was horny.
Lon had been gone for over a week, and while there would be plenty of opportunities during the course of the weekend, it would still be nice to take the edge off her excitement right now.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Not bad for thirty-eight. If anything, she looked better than she had five years ago. The face that looked back at her with deep brown eyes was interesting and beautiful.
But it wasn't her face that she was looking at now; it was her body. She had a fine one, and she knew it.
Alter coming out of the shower, she had put on a long, thin caftan which clung to every contour of her body. She could see her nipples through the material, and the sight of them made her desire to touch herself grow even stronger.
She began to unbutton the caftan, revealing the soft, gentle flesh beneath. When she had finished with the last button, she took her hands and pushed the material from her shoulders.
It dropped to her waist, revealing her tits for the first time. They were full and soft, with large brown nipples that even now were taut and hard.
She stood up, and the caftan dropped to the floor.
The rest of her body was as nice as her tits. Her hips were full and smooth, swelling gently out from a narrow waist, while her furry snatch formed a perfect brown triangle between her well-formed thighs.
Yes, for thirty-eight she would do just fine.
Anticipation rising within her, she crossed the room until she was standing in front of the picture window overlooking the ocean. Taking a satin pillow from the floor nearby she sat down on the window ledge, spreading her legs so that the warm afternoon sun streamed in on her tingling cunt.
This wasn't the first time she had sat on this ledge with the intention of fulfilling herself.
Slowly, her smooth, supple fingers ran lightly over her breasts, touching the hard nipples lightly, rubbing more firmly against the smooth, fleshy mounds themselves.
Then, still moving slowly, she let her hands begin the long trip down to her crotch. It was always nice to do this after a bath; her skin felt so fine and velvety then.
When her fingers reached her match, she paused, teasing herself for a few moments, playing with the fine, dark hair of her pussy.
But her cunt was calling out for attention now, and she knew that she couldn't stand to wait much longer for fulfillment.
Slowly then, savoring every sweet inch, her fingers continued to move down.
Finally she reached her goal.
She could feel the wetness between her legs, suddenly her middle finger slipped into her pussy.
Still not wanting to rush things, but reacting nevertheless to the urging of her body, Mavis began to rotate her finger, plunging it in and out of her cunt with growing fervor.
"Mmmmmmmm…" she groaned, rotating her hips now, her finger sought to satisfy her lust.
When he had called the Institute on Thursday night from his hotel room, Jim had been unable to get through to anyone other than a clerk who insisted on telling him that there were no openings for the upcoming weekend. When he had asked to speak to the supervisor, the clerk had replied rather huffily that Dr. Feschild would not be arriving until the next afternoon.
At that point Jim had almost given up on the whole idea, but by noon on Friday he had decided to give it one last try. After all, he reasoned, he had nothing to lose by making the two-hour drive up the coast to the Institute.
The drive was a pleasant and fast one.
The chalet looked pleasant and cheerful; a delightful place to spend a weekend.
Inside, he found himself confronted by the same clerk whom he had spoken to the previous night on the telephone. After overcoming a certain predictable amount of resistance, he managed to get the information he was interested in.
Dr. Feschild was upstairs, in the third room on the right. Saying a polite goodbye to the clerk with a ten-dollar bill, Jim made his way up the stairs.
On the second floor he found himself in a well-lighted corridor with soft carpeting that effectively muffled the mound of his footsteps.
He had no idea what Dr. Feschild would be like, but he had more or less braced himself for a grizzled old fart who would speak with a heavy German accent. He reached the door to the third room on the right. He stopped cold. The door was ajar, and he caught sight of something in the room beyond which caused him to freeze and look more closely.
He could see a woman.
She was sitting on a sill before a large picture window that overlooked the ocean. Her eyes were facing out on the scene through the glum.
She was completely naked.
And she was masturbating.
Jim could feel his cock getting hard immediately. At first he waited, expecting Dr. Feschild to appear in the room with the woman, but after a few moments he came to realize that the woman was alone.
So she was Dr. Feschild. Not bad, he admitted to himself. In fact, better than not bad. She was excellent.
As he watched her finger plunge in and out of her cunt with growing force, glistening in the sunlight each time it reappeared from the depths of her pussy, he found that his cock was growing steadily toward a massive hard-on.
Damn! How should he handle this? One thing was certain; he had to act fast. At the rate she was going, she would climax within a minute or two, which would leave him not only out in the hall, but out in the cold as well.
Quickly Jim looked up and down the hall. He was definitely alone, he decided. No one else anywhere on the floor.
Except, of course, the lady in the bedroom.
After hesitating for just a split second, he came to a decision. What did he have to lose? He knew she would be hard put to resist his cock once she saw it. Any woman would be.
And he intended to make certain that she saw it.
It took him fifteen seconds to undress completely, piling his clothes in a small bundle next to the door. His cock was half erect, dangling free like a huge piece of meat.
She was practically lying down now, with her legs spread wide and her finger plunging in and out of her pussy. Her tits were heaving up and don, and her eyes were closed.
Quietly he entered the room.
Mavis was oblivious to his entrance. In fact, she was absolutely oblivious to everything except the pulsing, throbbing presence within her pussy.
She could feel it growing stronger within her, and she knew that within another minute or so she would be rewarded by the wrenching spasm of orgasm that she was now working so hard to achieve.
Then suddenly she became aware of another presence within the room. She opened her eyes.
What she saw would have made another woman gasp, or scream, or perhaps even faint.
Mavis Feschild did none of these things.
There was a man standing across the room from her. The man was as naked as she was and, evidently, he was a sexually aroused as she was.
"Do yow always make an entrance like that?" she asked quietly, her eyes taking in the sight of his huge prick standing out in front of his body like a telephone pole.
"Do you always leave the door open when you masturbate?" he replied, smiling slightly. He was impressed with her spirit. She hadn't even bothered to take her finger out of her cunt, and even now she was still moving it tantalizingly inside her box.
Jim responded to this last bit of observation by taking his cock in his hand and pulling on the foreskin, milking his meat while the woman looked on.
He started to speak but the woman, after watching his cock for another instant, put a finger to her lips and cautioned him to silence.
He complied.
Then, without another word, she turned and faced the window, never taking her finger from her cunt, and dropping to her knees on the floor. For a moment Jim was perplexed, but as she made herself comfortable facing out the window, her delicious white ass waving in front of him, he understood what was happening.
He began to walk forward.
As soon as she turned away from the man, Mavis looked out the window to the surf far below. She wondered how long it would take the man to recognize the invitation she was extending to him; not long, she'd wager.
And she was right.
After no more than a few seconds she could hear him moving toward her. In her mind she could picture him coming in her direction, his massive prick stretching out before him like a lance.
She hoped he would spear her with it.
But he didn't. At least not right away.
Instead, he dropped to his knees and, taking her soft ass-cheeks firmly, he spread them apart and began to kiss her.
"Mmmmmmmmm…" she moaned when his hot tongue snaked out and began to dance around her asshole, running lightly up and down the pathway from her sphincter to her cunt, where her finger was still busily exploring.
After a few moments he began to concentrate primarily on her cunt, licking and tonguing around the perimeter of her honey-filled chamber. After a few seconds of this, she withdrew her sticky finger and plunged it deep into his mouth.
"Suck it… suck my honey…" she whispered, still facing the window, but concentrating totally on the sensations he was giving to her.
She loved it.
Jim luxuriated for a moment in the taste of her love juice, but soon he turned his attention to what really excited him.
Her cunt.
The lips were wet and dripping already, parted to reveal the rich, moist pinkness within. Using two fingers to spread them even wider, he curled his tongue and plunged it into the simmering vat in front of him.
"Ohhhhhhh… yesssss… yesssss…" she groaned, squirming with delight.
He was good.
In and out his tongue flew, driving deep into her steamy pussy, feeling the ridges of flesh deep inside her, then flicking lightly across her clit.
"Now…" she whispered when she could stand it no longer. "Your cock… I want to feel your cock inside my cunt… my cunt… now…"
He didn't respond immediately, wanting to make her appreciate the moment when he did impale, but after another ten seconds of tonguing her magnificent, quivering pussy, he knew that he could wait no longer.
Taking his prick in his hand, he placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. For a moment he a looked at it; there seemed to be no way that his massive meat could possibly fit into her delicate cunt.
But he knew it would. And she would love it. He pushed forward.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhh!" she screamed. It felt like he had rammed his forearm up her cunt.
But she loved it.
"Harder…" she urged after a moment.
He began to pump, spreading the soft flesh of her ass so that he could see his massive trunk disappearing in and out of her shaking, quivering cunt.
She began to thrust back at him, reveling in the prick inside her pussy.
"Fuck me hard… hard… hard…" she whispered, urging him to be rough with her. It was what she wanted; to feel her body consumed by desire.
To Jim, this woman's cunt seemed alive. Each time he pushed forward, he could feel the muscles inside her contract, clinging to his shaft, holding it in long as possible.
She was remarkable.
He began to smash harder now, plugging her with everything he could muster. He wanted, in a strange way, to overcome her. To make her cry out, to beg for mercy from his monster cock.
Instead, she only pleaded for more.
"Harder…" she urged, smashing back against his meat with a power that was equal to his own, riding up and down his rod as if there was nothing else in the world but his cock and her cunt.
Deep inside her pussy Mavis could feel her cunt beginning to shudder, as if something were foaming and bubbling in her clit.
"Fuck me… ohhhhhh… fuck me…" she gasped, redoubling her efforts to capture the elusive orgasm that flitted within her like a butterfly.
Jim's eyes never left the sight of his prick smashing in and out of her writhing, squirming cunt. It was fantastic.
His cock was soaked with her love juice now, sticky and glistening each time it emerged into the light.
Deep within his root he began to shudder, pulsing and trembling as the hot cum battled to be free of him. He fought to keep it down, but, he knew it was no use.
His cock exploded, sending out hot cum shooting deep into her battered pussy.
She felt the muscles in his meat contract, then expand with a force that finally did what nothing else had done; released the pent-up juice within her.
Within five seconds of the moment he first exploded, she too felt the power of her own release as wave after wave of her own liquid shot out of her cunt, mixing with his cum to form a dripping, squishy mess.
For a long time they continued to smash into each other, moaning and gasping at the power of the release that shattered each of them.
Finally it was over.
Finally Jim allowed his flaccid, cum-covered cock to slip from the clinging folds of her pussy. With a sigh he rolled to the side and rested, bin back against the low ledge. After a few more moments of gazing out at the sea below them, Mavis turned and slid down beside him. She looked content.
"That was quite an introduction," she said. "Indeed," he replied.
"I take it you have a reason for coming here?"
"Hew being your room or the chalet?"
"Either or. Both and. Whatever."
"Well, it's a long stow. I don't know exactly where to start."
"Just start."