In The Name Of Love (11 page)

Grant was throbbing with excitement. She'd given him many a
head job, but always when she lay between his legs. This was the first time
she'd gone ‘top and tail' on him, and he bristled with anticipation. Her
buttocks seemed huge and menacing as the hovered inches from his face, but he
let his hands caress them, admiring their soft expanse.

Since their lovemaking
two days ago, she'd shaved her pussy, and he studied the moist entrance to her
vagina with interest. His tongue reached out to spread her labia, but with a
soft plop she dropped her bottom onto his face, turning his world black as her
buttocks pressed against his eyes.

His nose was buried inside her pussy and he had to open his
mouth to breathe. Joyce started to gyrate her bottom on his face, rubbing his
nose on each side of her pussy, before pressing down hard with all her weight,
forcing his nose deeper inside. His open mouth surrounded her pubic mount and
his tongue found her elongated clit. He sucked on it and her response was to
wriggle her bottom around his face, now moist from their combined juices.

Her hands were caressing his cock, while her tongue and lips
were playing around the top. He felt her squeeze hard and rub faster,
encouraging him to spend his seed, but although lust and desire were spreading
through his body, burning with excitement, he wanted more action, first.

With his hands he eased her bottom off his face, and gulped
mouthfuls of air before it smothered his face once again. As his tongue darted
into her hot pussy, licking and twisting in silent ecstasy, he felt her take
his penis into her mouth.

He pushed upwards, forcing more of his cock into her
mouth and throat, and then thrust in and out as his climax exploded with hot
semen. He felt her swallow each hot spurt and then lick his rapidly shrinking
cock clean with her tongue.

He waited for her to move away, but she lay on his exhausted
body, pressing the full weight of her bottom onto his face. Her bottom wriggled
from side to side, and then pushed down onto his face again. He would have
smiled, if it was possible with his face almost buried, because he knew what
she wanted, and he decided to make her wait.

Joyce was not prepared to wait, however, and moving her
buttocks in a circular motion, with gentle up and down movements, she found her
target. With a forceful thrust she dropped her weight onto his face, forcing
his nose deep into her pussy once again.

His mouth found her clitoris, and sucked hard, before
nibbling at it with his lips. His hands reached up to her buttocks and helped
her move up and down on his wet face. He could hear her moans as her climax neared,
and felt hot juices spurting into his mouth. Her buttocks clenched and then she
was spent, her body collapsing on his. He long legs pushed past his ears, and
her thighs gripped his face, but there was not strength in them and he soon
eased them free.

It was a long time since he'd been so exhausted and so
replete, and he lay on his back gulping in the welcome air, feeling that life
was better than he could remember.

-o-

April looked at the tender expression on Cyril's face as he
eased open the entrance to her pussy with his stubby fingers. As she felt the
tip of his huge penis rub against her little clit, her legs opened wider and
her knees raised to make access to her pussy easier. She was prepared for some
pain, because of the size of his cock, but this was soon forgotten as he pushed
it ever deeper into her body. There was no pain at all, just an amazing feeling
of lust and excitement, as he moved it in and out with slow but powerful
strokes.

He leaned down and brushed her lips in a soft, sensuous kiss,
and then eased his hands under her buttocks. She felt him pull her body onto
his cock, which felt as if it was splitting her body in half with each strong
thrust. Sex had never felt like this, and she wanted it to last for hours, but
could feel the hot flush of an orgasm rushing down her body into her vagina.

His cock thrust harder, his hands cupped her buttocks and
pulled her pliant body onto his, and she moaned aloud with pleasure as the
juices of her first orgasm in years squirted from her pussy.

She lay back on the pillow in exhaustion, and then realised
that Cyril was still as hard as a rock and pumping away like there was no
tomorrow. She reached out with her arms, grabbing hold of his buttocks and
pulling him closer with each hard thrust of his cock, which drilled deeper into
her pussy each time.

She smiled at the earnest look on his face, and realised his
orgasm was not far away. Cyril pulled her closer with each driving movement as his
exhilarating tempo gained speed. Guessing that this would be the first climax
he'd experienced with a woman for many years, she determined to make it a
memorable one, and sliding her arms up his broad back she pulled her face
closer to his. Their lips touched, their mouths opened wide, and soon their
tongues were splashing around happier than two kids playing in a puddle.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding in desperation as
she felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm building deep with her vagina. She
tightened her buttocks and with muscles she didn't know she had, she gripped
his grinding cock as tight as her pussy would allow. This was ecstasy. Her body
was exploding with lust as she kissed him with all the passion she could raise,
while she writhed beneath his heaving body, which thrust hard with one last deep
push inside. His semen spurted within her, while the juices of her second
orgasm of the evening squirted with uncontrollable never-ending pleasure.

Finally, they were spent. Their exhausted, panting bodies
lay together on the damp bed. She reached out for his hand, which lay alongside
hers, their fingers soon entwined and as their eyes met, April knew she'd found
true love.

He was many years older, perhaps more than twice her tender
age, but she knew this mattered not, when compared to the tender approaches
he'd made this past week, and completed with unsurpassed love-making she'd
never dreamed she'd ever experience.

"Whatever the future holds for me now, I'm determined
never to let this man go…"
was her last thought of the night, as she
quickly fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

Cyril watched April's sleeping body for quite some time,
marvelling that such a beautiful young woman gave herself to him so readily,
and with no reservations at all. From her words and actions this past week,
culminating in the last few hours of passionate lovemaking, he realised that
he'd found the person who was the missing piece in the jigsaw of his life.

He lay back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling and
wondering if it was possible for this new bond between them to strengthen, and
their relationship to grow stronger over the coming days and weeks.

There was of course one obstacle to their happiness.

This was her husband, who they'd last heard hard at work in
Joyce's bed earlier that evening. He was more than aware that it was not for
the first time Grant had enjoyed himself in her arms, and not just recently,
but over an extended period some years earlier, when he was still a teenager.

Cyril spent the next hour or so considering all the
alternatives that tonight's pairing of the two very different couples offered.
A large, contented smile spread across his broad face, as his ideas
consolidated into a firm plan. He went over each step in his mind for the final
time, and with a nod of satisfaction, he turned on his side, wrapped his arm
around April and was soon asleep.

The days grew into weeks as the household settle into its
new patterns. The next morning, after April and Cyril's first night together,
each person came down to breakfast at at different time, and then set about
their daily duties. Grant and Cyril left early for their separate offices,
while later April busied herself in the kitchen, listening with some
apprehension at Joyce going repeatedly from room to room upstairs.

Her worry was without foundation, because when Joyce came
into the kitchen an hour later, she smiled broadly at April and said, "I've
been rearranging things upstairs. I've moved Grant's clothes into the empty
wardrobes in my room, and I've taken the liberty of putting all your things in
Cyril's room."

Joyce looked at April's reddening face as she collapsed into
a kitchen chair and said, "It was going to happen sooner or later my dear, and
I think it's best to be open about these things – it's for the best, don't you
agree?"

April was quite sure whether she was to agree to her being
open about the affairs, or whether she was agreeing they would have happened
one day, anyway. Happy that Joyce was taking it all so calmly, and relieved
that her feeling of guilt had completely disappeared, she nodded her agreement.

"Fine, well let's have a nice cup of tea together, and plan
our shopping spree!"

At dinner that evening, the seating arrangements were
different by unspoken agreement. Grant sat alongside Joyce, while April sat
close to Cyril on the other side of the table. The conversation was light, but
pleasant enough, and watching television in the sitting room later they took
their usual seats; April and Cyril on the sofa opposite the fireplace, while Grant
and Joyce sat opposite each other in deep armchairs.

At about 9:30 that evening Cyril stretched his arms and
stood up. "It's been a long day, so I think I'll forgo the chess tonight and
retire early." He turned to April and held out his hand, which she grasped with
tight relief. "Goodnight," he said to Joyce and Grant, while April, who seemed
unable to speak, simply nodded at each of them.

The door was hardly shut before Joyce was across the room,
sitting on Grant's lap and flinging her arms around his neck. "You were
wonderful this evening, my darling, and I love you so much." Her lips fastened
on his, and in seconds their pulses raced as their fervent kissing raised
passions and lust that had no place in a respectable sitting room.

She slid off his lap and went over to the sideboard as she
said, "I don't think we'll follow them straight upstairs – what do you think?"
She saw him nod so she continued, "I agree; much better to let them settle in
first. Meanwhile, I'll pour us a couple of drinks."

Passing the large whisky to Grant she sat on the sofa next
to his chair, and raised her glass, "To you, my darling, and our continued
happiness."

"To you, Joyce, with all my love!"

They sipped quietly for a while, until Joyce said, "Before I
forget. April had a phone call from her mother today, who seemed to be missing
her. April's going to bake her favourite fruit cake tomorrow, and would like
you to drop it off in a day or so."

"I have to go that way on Friday, so I'll take it to Mrs.
Harrison then."

Joyce smiled at his use for her formal name, when he'd been
calling her Edna on previous occasions, but was pleased that he was taking the
effort to set her mind at rest. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist a little jibe
and said, "And no hanky-panky or you're in big trouble."

Grant coughed on his whisky, and said, "If you ever met April's
mother, you'd soon realise you have no competition to worry about at all. She's
a dumpy little woman, while you have the body of a Grecian Goddess!"

"Well, see that you worship it tonight, as only a mortal man
can."

They sat in silence for some time, Grant swilling the whisky
in the glass, before each large sip. He went up to refill their glasses and
said, "Tell me Joyce, how did you and Cyril get to meet each other?"

"Why do you ask?" she said, with a frown, wondering where
this might lead.

"Oh, he just doesn't seem your type, that's all."

"And what might my type be?"

"Handsome and charming buccaneers like me, of course!"

"Well, it's time this young pirate took this ancient Greek
Goddess to her bed and ravished her…"

Grant needed no second bidding, and with his arm around her
waist he soon led her to the door, not seeing her smile of satisfaction at
deftly changing the conversation, as she clicked off the sitting room lights.

An hour or two later, after some of the most prolonged and
tender sex she'd ever known, April asked Cyril the same question with better
luck.

"How did you and Joyce meet, if you don't mind me asking?"

He kissed her forehead, and said, "Of course not, my
darling, we can have no secrets from each other, now or ever."

"I agree," she said, giving his mouth a soft kiss.

"It's not a long story, but quite complicated," he said,
settling back into the pillow and staring up at the ceiling as her recalled the
past. "Before I start, I must ask you to keep this conversation between us, and
never discuss it with either Joyce or Grant; nor anybody else, for that
matter."

Confused, and with her curiosity rising fast, she said, "I
will do whatever you ask of me Cyril, now and always." They kissed long and
hard, confirming their love for each other, before he started again.

"I was 17-years old when I first met Joyce. My brother,
Arnold brought her home for dinner and introduced her to the family as his
fiancée. It was a shock to us all, because nobody knew he'd even been courting,
but since being sent down from Oxford – for poor results, rather than scandal,
I might add – he'd taken to living in a flat in Manchester."

"I didn't know you had a brother, where is…"

Cyril put a finger on her lips, saying, "Keep your questions
for later, or I'll never finish the story tonight." They giggled and kissed
before he continued with, "Arnold was 23-years old, when he and Joyce married
in the spring of 1939, and they came to live here, in this very room. Although
it was much different then, because I've had the place remodelled since."