In the Stacks Ch. 04

Chris eyed him, "you realize we're the exception, not the rule."

"Don't burst my bubble, dammit." Will said, smiling. Once he had gotten up the courage to start going to the bars with Chris, he found many men thought he was physically attractive despite his extra weight. He only trusted Chris, and soon, Chris found he didn't want to be intimate with anyone else. Slowly, they faded from the bar scene entirely.

"Will," Chris said, putting the polished fingers over Will's crimson red nails. "Send it. It's fine. If she blows up, it's her issue, not yours. You've done your best, love."

Will copied the document into an email client, and sent the email. Thousands of miles away, Marilyn's server downloaded the message dutifully, and it sat on her hard drive waiting for her attention.

***

When the noontime sun began to stream through the windows and heated the bedroom, Marilyn awoke. She felt the scratch of the clips of her garter belt against her skin, the pain from the pins of her hip. She also smelled the sweet, gentle scent of Penny's hair softly draped along her shoulder. Softly she stroked Penny's strawberry blond locks. Her petting ran to her forehead, along the pert, cute nose and then to those pleasure-giving lips. Penny felt the hand, and tenderly tugged at a fingertip with the softness of a kiss.

Marilyn ran her finger down the cheek, and down to the quickly fading purple blossom that she had inflicted upon her.

Penny squirmed and her eyes flickered open.

"We were tired," she said, looking at the clock.

Marilyn gazed at it. Half past twelve.

"I'm old, I can do these things. You young whippersnappers should be up jogging or whatever," she said.

"Right, me jog? You're out of your mind. That stuff's all bad for you. I just eat popcorn and mooch Chinese food from you," Penny declared.

"Ah, I knew it. You're just here for the food," Marilyn said.

"It's a fact. Nothing turns me on more than microwaved chow mien. I have to admit it." Penny pushed up on her hands and draped her crimson locks across Marilyn's forehead, and then softly lowered her head.

With the tenderest, most succulent of kisses, Penny softly suckled on Marilyn's lower lip, her tongue probing the older woman's mouth. Marilyn softly grabbed at her hair, and pressed Penny's face into her own, sucking on the tongue. They stayed like this for a few moments, in a slow tantalizing oral dance.

"I suppose now, you're going to leave me for a Chinese short order cook," Marilyn said dryly.

Penny shrugged and her kisses trailed down to Marilyn's neck, and softly her teeth nicked at the old woman. She sucked hard, and even chewed. Marilyn moved not a muscle and seemed to thrive on the pain nearly as much as Penny had a couple of nights before.

"You like it too," Penny said.

Marilyn shrugged. "I've always liked being bitten. I think yours stems from a possession issue as a submissive."

Penny looked at her, "that's my girlfriend, the armchair psychologist."

Marilyn reached up to her and kissed her softly right on the lips. She stared into the younger woman's eyes. "That's my girlfriend, the sarcastic submissive. Put on another hundred pounds and you could be Trinity."

"Hey! I'm nothing like that sow!" Penny yelped.

"Hah. I saw you staring at her, walking around in that collar. Tell me you wouldn't like to feel leather around your neck."

Penny swallowed.

"I've read about the collar, but I don't really know all what it means."

"It's a mark of submission, think of it like a wedding ring, but deeper. Power play, what we do, is a different layer of sexuality, and of sensuality."

Penny relaxed upon her, and Marilyn's hand reached under her skirt, and softly stroked the mark where the spatula had hit her. She triggered the nerve endings just enough to make Penny's butt quiver involuntarily, but did not actually touch her sex. She softly watched the glaze on Penny's eyes form, that soft smile.

"You like that, don't you?"

Penny nodded. She didn't want to speak, she was merely enjoying the elements of sensation, the concepts that her mind soaked in like a sponge. A nagging question, however, popped into her head.

"What do you get out of it?" Penny asked, softly.

"Power, control. Lordship or Ladyship. It's the ultimate in trust, and you have to honor that trust. It's like holding a child. You can bend, but the true master knows that if you break, you'll maim for life."

Penny nodded and softly unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on Marilyn's blouse. She then undid the older woman's bra, and softly started to nurse at the weathered nipple. It felt so good in her mouth, and she sucked as if milk would come.

Marilyn stroked in her face and said, "When you nurse a child, sometimes you get aroused. Men suck on our breasts to arouse us, and our bodies are programmed to respond, yet, when you use the breast for the intended purpose then a pavalovian response occurs."

Penny's mouth opened long enough to ask the question, "so getting your tits sucked turns you on, huh?"

Marilyn watched her head go from one nipple to the other, and squirmed her hips ever so slightly, looking into the younger woman's eyes with her soft, loving glance. She replied, "You might say that."

Penny softly reached down and moved her hand up Marilyn's skirt, tugging it up. She slipped her hand under the smooth slip and softly rubbed at the front of Marilyn's panties. Marilyn's eyes closed as she felt the soft palm of the hand gently caress her cleft. Her breathing became a bit quicker as the younger woman's rubbing took the firm of slow, gentle circles.

"You know Marilyn, you wear too many damned clothes," Penny said. "A person could get lost in all those layers."

Marilyn looked at her dryly, "you say this like it's a bad thing, to use the modern vernacular."

Penny smiled and giggled a bit, and then stuck her head under the skirt and then under the slip, her vision being greatly diminished. She felt the warm moistness of Marilyn's nether regions, and softly pushed her thighs apart. Her warm, hungry lips sought out the cool, satin panties, and she softly put her lips to the source of the musk, drawing it through the layers of cloth.

The hot air felt wonderful to Marilyn, that moist breath made her quiver with anticipation. Penny's face softly sucked deeper at the panties, and she tasted the traces of musk of Marilyn. Her head shook this way and that, and with her teeth, she tenderly tugged the panties to one side. Their before her, lay the object of her passion, the old woman's slit.

Her tongue softly ran from the lowest part of her cleft, along her labia, chewing very gently, very, very softly. Her kisses provided enough suction to arouse Marilyn further, and as her moisture began to form, Penny lapped it up hungrily. Marilyn grunted and grabbed at Penny's head through the skirt and slip, and jammed her face directly into her slit.

Penny's tongue softly batted at Marilyn's clit with the tip of her tongue, rolling the sensitive member in her mouth in the most tender, and loving manner. Marilyn grunted softly and then growled, "There's my good girl."

The tongue flickered faster, and faster, her teeth softly grated against the hood, and Marilyn gritted her own teeth. Her hips ground into the younger woman's mouth, and she tossed her head back, roaring in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes!" She cried, in the most powerful climax she had ever had in her life. Her body took in long lungfulls of air, and she quivered again as Penny's tongue did not let go, and she orgasmed again in a soft rolling chain of pleasure. As her body calmed, she softly stroked Penny's head through the cloth.

Penny smiled when she pulled her face back, smeared with Marilyn's bodily fluids glistening in the sunlight. She felt so good to be able to please Marilyn, and secretly hoped one day Marilyn would give her a collar, like Trinity's.

Softly the two women kissed, and Marilyn hungrily cleaned Penny's face with her thirsty tongue. Wickedly she smiled at the younger girl.

"I have something I think you're going to enjoy, Penny. Why don't you help me get undressed and let's take a shower, shall we?" She smiled lecherously.

Penny beamed brightly, and within five minutes, she was bent over, grabbing the safety bar in the bathtub as Marilyn used the hand held shower massager on her young snatch. Penny's legs were spread open as wide as she could get, and Marilyn sat on the edge of the tub, the curtain barely holding the water inside.

Softly Marilyn rubbed Penny's clit with the softest setting on the shower massage. At the same time, her jagged teeth softly chewed on Penny's ass, her jaws closing enough to deliver tension, and pain, but causing Penny to squirm. With two fingers, she worked in and out of Penny's quim. Penny moaned gutturally, barely able to hang onto the bar.

Marilyn could sense that Penny was close and then, pulled her lubricated fingers out of Penny's tight bush and stuck them into her ass, causing her to squeal. The shower massage got kicked up a few notches, and Marilyn directed the needle-like spray on Penny's nipples, while her mouth took up slack where her fingers were, licking and sucking on her clean, moist bush.

Penny nearly fell as she orgasmed, and her ass squirmed as if a fire hose gone wild, eventually ending up on Marilyn's lap, in a warm, superheated afterglow in the shower.

"Wow," Penny said, dazed. "That's wild. A very handy gizmo to have on a dark cold lonely winter night, huh?"

Marilyn smiled and nodded. She whispered softly into Penny's ears, "Maybe this winter, our nights won't be so cold, or lonely."

Penny nodded in affirmation and the two women kissed in the moist hot air, living completely in the moment.

Over the noise of the moaning, and the shower, neither heard the telephone ring, again.