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Copyright (C) 2000, Lori and Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
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   Original posting date: Saturday PM, April 22, 2000

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: loritail.txt
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   Lori's Tail

   By Lori and Spangles Muldoon

   spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com

   This story is dedicated to Lori, my Number One fan and co-author.

   Prologue:

   In this story, I am actually the co-author.  The basic premise and most
of the specific ideas for this story came from Lori, who asked me to flesh
them out and make them into a viable story.  I think I have done that. 
Thank you, Lori!

   Lori provided most of the material for this story, and I was little more
than the typist.  I am hoping to collaborate with Lori on more stories in
the future.  Both Lori and I would sincerely appreciate any comments you
would care to share about this story, and positive comments would certainly
enhance the possibility of Lori and I working together on future stories.

   This story is loosely based on actual events.



   I had known Brad for a long time.  Brad had been to my place at the
beach a number of times, and always with a different woman.  He always
fancied himself something of a player, but he really didn't come across
that way to other people.  I knew he didn't feel confident enough to try to
hit on any of the models that were usually in and out of my place at all
hours of the day and night or at the frequent business parties I had.  I
think he felt that he would have been rejected by all of them, and he was
probably right.  What he didn't seem to realize, though, is that the
rejection would have been because of his attitude and personality, not be
because of his looks or build.

   The women he had brought with him to my place over the years had all
been good looking.  Some, of course, better than others, but none of them
even remotely in the same league as the models I worked with.  I knew he
was using me and my place to build himself up to the women he was dating,
some sort of 'cool by association' thing or something.  Still, for some
reason, it didn't bother me much.  I guess I could sort of relate to where
he was coming from, because at one time in my life I had been there, too.
Eventually, I outgrew it, as I hoped he would, too.

   When he showed up this time, though, he had Lori with him.  Lori was
different.  I knew from the instant I saw her that Lori did not belong with
Brad.  I was at a loss to understand why she was.  My mind kept flashing
back to an old rock and roll song that I can't remember the name of that
had a lyric something about "...pretty women, walking with gorillas down my
street...".  It wasn't that bad, actually, but it was what went through my
mind.  My first assumption was that she was there because Brad had told her
I was a professional photographer, and she hoped to perhaps get a break
into modeling.  She certainly had the look for it.  I found it hard to
believe that she as there because of any real attraction for Brad.  Of
course, I have been wrong before.  Maybe she just hadn't seen the `real'
Brad yet.

   Brad could be an asshole.  Sometimes I think it was unintentional, but
other times he really worked at it.  He was a great guy when he wanted to
be, but it seemed to me that he didn't want to be very often, especially
with women.  I guess it just took women a little longer to see that part of
him.  When they did see it, and they all did eventually, they would leave
him.  When they did leave him, he would be back in a week or two with
someone new, and the cycle would start over.

   Unlike most of the women that he had brought to my place, Lori could
have easily been a model.  Other than being a little bit too short, she was
certainly good looking enough to make it, and her build was probably as
close to perfection as I had ever seen.  I knew from the minute I saw her
that I was going to bring it up with her before the weekend was over.  I
knew I was going to offer to do a portfolio for her and represent her.  I
already had clients in mind that would pay major money to have her work for
them, despite her being short in stature.  Her features were flawless, not
so much as a blemish.  Her hair was sort of long and blondish, sort of an
early Stevie Nicks look.  It worked well for her.

   The thing about her that caught my attention most was that she was so
openly friendly, and that she seemed to have no idea how truly beautiful
she was.  If she did know, she certainly didn't let it show.  That made me
wonder all the more what she was doing with a guy like Brad.  Hell, she
could have had her pick of any guy, and that includes me.  Yeah, I know. 
You're thinking that I am a photographer, and that I hang around models all
day every day.  What makes Lori so special?  Just this.  Most models know
they are models.  I know that sounds like a stupid statement, but it really
isn't.  To me, attitude and personality are far more important than looks
in general.  Looks can be changed.  Attitude is forever.  What I mean is if
there is a beautiful woman with a shit attitude and all the personality of
a damp dishrag, you are not going to change that attitude or personality.
Period.

   On the other hand, if you have an average looking woman with a wonderful
attitude and a bubbling personality, well, looks can be changed.  A nip
here, a tuck there, and you have a beautiful woman.  The trick is to not
lose the personality and attitude in the process.  Lori already had the
attitude and personality, and the looks were certainly there as well.  She
had a deadly combination, and didn't even seem to realize it.

   I didn't really get a chance to talk to Lori that afternoon.  Brad
spirited her off to the beach within minutes of their arrival.  I did catch
a glimpse of her in a bikini as they walked across the deck heading towards
the beach.  I was more impressed with her than ever.  Her build was even
better than I had imagined.

   I had the definite impression that things were not going well between
Brad and Lori.  Nothing really solid to base that on at the time, though.
Just a feeling.  Something about the way Lori looked at him and acted
around him.  I had the impression that this was supposed to be a "patch
things up" weekend that Brad had put together as a last ditch effort to
keep her from leaving him.  From what little I had seen so far, I didn't
think she was buying it.

   I didn't see them again until almost eight that evening.  Lori was a
little bit more put out with Brad (if that was possible) when she learned
about the party.  Brad, in all his lack of wisdom, had decided not to tell
Lori about the party planned for that evening.  He thought it would be a
nice surprise for Lori if he kept it quiet until the last minute. 
Obviously, he was once again not thinking.  Surely he knew that a woman
likes to have time to prepare to go to a party, especially one that will be
attended by photographers and models.

   To make matters worse, she had come prepared for a casual weekend at the
beach, and had not brought clothes for a party.  She was far more angry
with Brad now than she had been.  She told him that she would not go to the
party at all, and that he should go by himself and have a good time.  I
knew full well from the tone of her voice that she didn't mean a word of
it, and that if he went to the party, he would be in more trouble than ever
before in his life, but Brad, being Brad, told her okay and went to change
clothes for the party.  Lori was livid, although she tried her best not to
show it.

   Even though it was not my place to intervene, and it was really none of
my business, I knew that I needed to talk with Lori.  After all, I wanted
to try to get her to pose for a portfolio, and this was the first time I
had a chance to talk to her without Brad around.  I walked over to where
Lori was sitting and took a chair next to her.  "Lori," I said, "If you
want to go to the party, I can help.  I know you don't want to go and not
fit in, but I can help you.  You certainly have the looks to be a model,
and I can arrange for makeup and clothes for you if you want to go."

   "No, thanks," she replied, "I really wouldn't feel right going, and I
don't want to give Brad the satisfaction.  He is such a jerk that I never
want to see him again." "Lori," I replied, "I know how Brad is.  I have
known him for a long time.  If you really want to make a point when you
dump him, go to the party and be the most fabulous looking woman there. 
Then dump him.  It would serve him right."

   "How can I possibly be the most fabulous looking woman there?" Lori
asked, "I know the place will be wall to wall with professional models. 
You can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear." "You underestimate both of
us," I said.  "You absolutely have model potential, all you need to do is
highlight some things.  On top of that, you underestimate me and the
abilities of the people who work with me." "Okay," she said with a sigh,
"Let's see just how good your people are." I picked up the phone and called
Helen, my top makeup artist.  "Helen," I said, "How fast can you be here?"

   While we were waiting on Helen to arrive, I took Lori to the studio area
of the house.  I guided her to a large wardrobe in the back.  I told her to
start looking through there to find what she wanted to wear to the party,
and that when she had picked out two or three things, Helen would help her
with the final selection.  I left to start preparing for the party.  When
Helen arrived, I told her what the situation was and sent her to the studio
to work with Lori.  Helen knew Brad, so she knew what kind of a guy he was.
She had never liked Brad, which gave her a little added incentive to help
out with this.  Helen tolerated Brad even though she didn't like him.  I
think she did it because she knew Brad was a friend of mine and she wanted
something more than just a working relationship with me.

   The party was just getting up to full speed when I noticed Lori come in
to the living room.  Helen had done her work very well.  Lori's hair was
nothing short of regal, and her makeup was absolutely flawless.  Helen had
selected the ideal colors for her, and had done a wonderful job applying
them.  Of course, with Lori's natural beauty, it would have been quite a
task to make her look anything less than gorgeous, a task that might well
have been even beyond Helen's talents.

   Lori and / or Helen had selected a light blue floral print mini dress.
The dress was form fitting, and emphasized her build very nicely.  I
couldn't detect any lines under the dress, but I was unsure if there was
actually nothing under there or if they had just selected undergarments
that wouldn't show through the thin, tight material of the dress.  She had
on shiny black patent leather heels that I didn't notice at first.  The
reason I noticed them at all was because they made her so much taller,
almost as tall as the other models in the room.  Also, as tall heels are
known to do, they add a `certain something' to a woman's walk that, well,
tends to get a lot more attention than when they are wearing flats.  I
can't really define it myself, but I can certainly tell you that it is
there.

   Lori was definitely on par with the rest of the models in the room. 
While she was dressed similarly, she managed to stand out, even in that
crowd.  She was absolutely stunning.  I think in part it was attitude.  I
saw her attitude change over the course of a dozen steps.  She went from a
bit insecure and perhaps thinking she was out of her league to commanding
the room within that distance.  It was a small distance, but a lot happened
as she traversed it.

   Helen stayed well back, and allowed Lori to make her entrance alone. 
Lori's entrance was noticed by everyone in the room, except Brad, of
course, because he was no where to be seen.  It was obvious that Lori was
both flattered and scared by the attention she was getting.  I think she
was still perhaps a little bit insecure, and that she was wondering if
everyone was looking at her because she didn't fit in or because they
thought she didn't belong there.  I think that idea sort of went away when
she began to notice the look of envy that some of the women in the room had
when they looked at her, and, of course, the look in the eyes of the men
when they looked at her.

   Once she realized that, Lori perked up a little bit, and the
transformation took place.  I am usually pretty good at reading an attitude
from across a room, but I have to admit that I had never seen anything like
what Lori had.  It was partly a Princess Di kind of attitude, a sort of a
nice, dignified sort of look.  She gave the definite impression that she
was someone special, and that she demanded to be treated like it.  There
was more, though.  A lot more.  There was as a bit of 'approachable',
girl-next-door sort of attitude mixed in as well.  More subtle and subdued,
but there nonetheless, was a definite hot, sultry, sexy, attitude mixed in
that made every man in the place want to be with her.  It wasn't really
blatant, but it was very obviously there, and that is what made it all the
more powerful.

   It was quite a transformation, and it happened quickly.  She glanced
around the room looking for me specifically, and when she saw me, she gave
me the slightest smile and a little beauty queen sort of wave.  She now
knew that I was right about her modeling, and she hadn't even made it fully
into the room yet.

   It was her plan to fit in with all the models, but she didn't really do
that.  She far exceeded all of them.  She was so far above their level that
it was almost ridiculous.  Every one of them knew it, too.  Her body
language told me that she was still not too happy, but she seemed
determined to make the best of the party, despite Brad.  His attempt to
patch things up with her was failing miserably.  I started to go over and
talk to her, but was pulled away by some other friends to talk about an
upcoming photo shoot on South Beach.

   It was almost an hour before I got free and started looking for her
again.  I hadn't seen Brad for a very long time, since before Lori got to
the party, in fact, I knew he hadn't seen the 'new' Lori yet.  I really
wanted to get over and talk to Lori.  I was by the sliding door that led to
the deck, and I noticed Lori on the other side of the room near the
kitchen. She was in the middle of a small group of people having a
conversation.  I started to go in their direction to see if I could break
her out of the group to talk to her, when I noticed a motion out of the
corner of my eye.  I looked out the glass door, and it took a moment for my
eyes to adjust to the darkness outside.

   I could make out someone standing in the far corner of deck.  As my eyes
adjusted to the darkness, I could see a figure standing in the corner.  It
didn't look like right at first, and for a moment I didn't know why.  Then
I figured it out.  It was two people, one standing, and one kneeling.  Brad
was the one standing.  It was a woman who was kneeling, but I couldn't tell
who it was.  It was obvious to me what was going on, as it would have been
to anyone who had happened to look out the window in that direction.

   From what I could tell, she was doing a very good job of it, as Brad had
his head thrown back and was holding the back of her head with both hands
and meeting her every thrust.  It looked like he was on the verge of losing
it.  At that precise instant, another couple, probably looking for a quiet
place to do the same thing (or more) came around the corner of the house
and started up the stairs to the deck.  Brad saw them, too, and pushed her
away and started fastening his clothes.  She stood quickly and acted
innocent.

   They both started walking towards the steps leading up to the deck,
acting as if nothing had happened.  The other couple either never saw what
was happening or just ignored it.  It was then that I saw who the woman
was. It was Amy, one of the models.  Amy wasn't one of the better looking
models, and she had an attitude that I didn't much care for.  Still, I had
sampled what she had been giving Brad, and I knew that she was very, very
good at it.  I knew that Brad hadn't finished, and he was probably in
actual, physical pain at the moment.  Served him right, in my opinion. 
Choosing Amy over Lori was nothng short of stupid.  Lori was still on the
other side of the room, completely oblivious to what had happened.

   I watched Brad and Amy as they walked toward the side door of the house
and came inside.  Brad was visibly flushed when he came in.  Amy didn't
come until several minutes after Brad did.  A smart move on his part, for
sure, because it would have looked very suspicious otherwise.  Lori didn't
seem to notice them, as she was preoccupied with all the attention she was
getting.  Brad certainly noticed Lori, though, and started in her
direction, but for some reason he changed course halfway there and went
towards the bar.  I guess he needed some liquid courage before he tried to
talk to her.  She was no doubt looking better than he had ever seen her
before, and he knew full well how much trouble he was in with her already.

   I made my way over to where Lori was, and maneuvered her over to a small
couch off to one side of the room.  Lori sat on the couch, and I took an
arm chair next to her.  I talked Lori for quite a while, trying to convince
her that she had what it took to be a model, but she just wouldn't believe
it.  She kept saying that she was not in the same league as the models at
the party.  The more I talked to her, the more impressed I was with her.  I
knew that she had what it took to make it in the industry, but if she
didn't know it and believe it herself, it would never work.

   As we talked, she fidgeted quite a bit.  I guess it was part
nervousness, part apprehension, and perhaps part alcohol.  The hem of her
dress was already high when she sat down, but as she moved around, it
worked it's way even higher.  As she moved, I became very aware of why
there were no lines showing through the material of her dress.  It was
because there was nothing there to make lines.  She had on a bra, but
nothing else.  I know this for a fact because of a couple of moves she made
that gave me a clear view.  I don't think it was intentional, but of
course, there is no way of knowing for certain.  It might well have been,
and naturally, I would like to believe that the show she was providing me
was intended.  I really believed it was intentional, especially when she
shifted position, giving me a clear, unobstructed view up her dress, and
then made no move to cover or reposition herself.  She had to know what she
was doing.  I knew that she was drunk, but most women tend to `guard'
themselves when wearing short skirts and dresses, even when they are drunk.
Especially when there is nothing there to hide the view.  I was actually
squirming a bit, and I think she was enjoying that.  I kept my cool as best
as possible, and continued to talk.  Still, there was no way she could not
have noticed the effect she was having on me.

   I finally got her to agree to give serious consideration to letting me
do some test shots of her, and possibly even a portfolio.  I noticed that
she kept glancing around the room to check on Brad, and of course, every
time she looked he was talking to one woman or another.  I figured that he
had pretty much written off Lori, and that as far as Lori was concerned, it
was more than over between them.  I can only imagine what would have
happened had she seen what Brad and Amy had been doing on the deck.

   The party finally began to wind down, and by about three thirty everyone
had gone, leaving only myself, Brad, and Lori at the house.  I was still
pretty wired from all the events of the evening, so I decided to sit down
and have a quiet glass of wine before going to bed.  Lori had disappeared
into the bathroom, so I asked Brad if he wanted a glass of wine, and he
accepted.  I went ahead and poured one for Lori as well, just in case she
wanted it.  Brad asked me if I had anything for sleep, and I said sure.  I
always kept sleeping pills, as I found them particularly helpful in dealing
with jet lag.  I thought it was for him, but I soon learned that it wasn't.

   I gave him three pills, which he promptly crushed and put in Lori's wine
glass.  I had a suspicion what his plan was.  I knew that Amy had not
finished him out on the deck, and he had been talking to several very
pretty women all evening after that.  I also knew that the chances of Lori
giving him any relief voluntarily were extremely slim.  She was very pissed
at him, and would have been even more pissed had she known about Amy. 
Without those pills, Brad was looking forward to a very hard night.  (Sorry
for the pun, but I couldn't resist.) Anyway, his plan was obvious to me, as
it probably is to you.

   When Lori came out of the bathroom, she sat quietly and sipped the glass
of wine, apparently not noticing anything wrong with the taste.  Brad had
gone to the bathroom as soon as Lori had come out.  I took three sleeping
pills, crushed them, and put them in Brad's wine glass, then carefully
refilled it to the brim.  I figured the both of them would be out quickly
due to the combination of all the alcohol they had already had on top of
the sleeping pills.  When Brad came back, the silence in the room was truly
deafening.  Lori had absolutely nothing to say to Brad, and Brad appeared
to be beyond the point of caring.  I guess he already figured he would get
what he wanted that night, then take Lori back to the City the next day and
be done with her.

   My intentions for giving Brad the sleeping pills were, believe it or
not, honorable.  I knew full well what Brad's plan was, and since I had
gotten to know Lori somewhat, and I knew Brad all too well, I had decided
to throw a little monkey wrench into his plan.  Lori deserved better than
Brad, she knew it, he knew it, and I certainly knew it.

   Lori finished her wine first and went on to the bedroom.  I poured
another glass of wine for myself, and started picking up some of the mess
from the party.  Brad sat silently, sipping on his wine, and was no doubt
waiting for Lori to get in bed and for the pills to take effect on her. 
Brad followed her about fifteen minutes later, stumbling quite a bit as he
made his way across the room.  The combination of alcohol and sleeping
pills were having their impact on him.  I waited a half hour before I went
to check on them.

   They were both out cold as expected.  Brad had made it to the bed, but
just barely.  He was passed out about halfway on and halfway off the bed.
It looked like he had sat down to take his shoes off and had passed out
after managing to get only one of them off.  He was snoring peacefully.  It
looked to me to be an incredibly uncomfortable position, and if it had been
anyone else I might have tried to rearrange him a little.  Since it as
Brad, though, and I was not any more pleased with his actions than Lori
was, I elected to leave him as he was and let him suffer the pains of a
backache along with the massive hangover I knew he would have when he
finally did wake up.

   Lori was also passed out cold, as I knew she would be.  I really can't
say how much alcohol she had at the party, but I did know that the glass of
wine and sleeping pill mixture alone was enough for a zonk out a much
larger person.  I knew that combined with however much alcohol she had at
the party, it would take a major disruption to wake her.

   Apparently she had been far too out of it to worry about taking off her
makeup before she went to bed.  Since she was sleeping so soundly, it
hadn't even smeared off, as she hadn't moved once her head hit the pillow.
She was sleeping so peacefully, and I was struck by the fact that she was
even more beautiful asleep than she was awake.  Of course, that might have
been the alcohol clouding my judgment a little bit.  Alcohol has a tendency
to do that sometimes.

   I started to turn and walk away, but I was struck by the idea that if
her face was so much more beautiful when she was sleeping, her body must be
as well.  That thought sort of boggled my mind, as I was already very
impressed with her build, and I couldn't imagine it looking even better. 
My mind flashed back to the brief moment I had seen her in a bikini.  I
glanced back at the bed and noticed that she was covered by a sheet all the
way up to her shoulders.  It was partly alcohol, partly curiosity, and I
suppose, partly stupidity, that guided me to make my way to the other side
of the bed.  I just wanted a peek.  I really hadn't intended on taking
things any further than that.  Brad would never know (or care, for that
matter...), and she would never know.

   I lifted the sheet gently, and was a little bit surprised to see her
sleeping in her bra.  I can't really say what I expected her to be sleeping
in, but I never figured it would be a bra.  Then it occurred to me that she
was probably too tired to change, and that she had no intention of wearing
anything really sexy for Brad under the circumstances.  Still, as I looked
closer, I noticed that the bra was sort of semi see-through.  Not
completely.  Just enough to make out the color change between her breasts
and her nipples.  Her breasts were obviously firm, and I wondered why she
bothered with a bra at all.  I was also a little surprised to notice that
her nipples were popped up, and I wondered if it was the result of a dream
she was having or if they were always that way.

   For the briefest second I considered covering her up and leaving the
room, but of course, as is often the case, good sense and logic were over
ruled by baser instincts.  I folded the sheet down around her waist and
reached for the fold to uncover her further.  Her abdomen was amazingly
firm and flat.  I knew that already from briefly seeing her in a bikini,
but at the time I had been too far away to see the tone and definition she
had.  She obviously spent some time working out.  Not overly muscular or
buffed, mind you, but just firm and toned.

   I pulled the sheet down to her feet in one fell swoop and stood back
slightly to look at her.  She had put on panties before going to bed. 
Surprisingly, she had taken the time to find and put on panties that
matched her bra.  They were made out of the same material as her bra, and
was very slightly see through.  I noticed they were darker where her pubic
hair was, and it was pretty obvious that she trimmed for her bikini.  She
didn't seem to have a great deal of hair, but that could have been a result
of the way she trimmed it.  Her legs were slightly apart, which let me see
just the hint of beginning of her slit formed in the cloth of her panties.
Not really definite, of course, but just enough of a hint to give me a
slight idea of what lay below.  I suppose the alcohol was still pretty much
in command, as it was only then that I noticed that I had grown painfully
hard.

   Without giving it a thought, I placed my hand between her legs.  It was
sort of an automatic reaction.  It was there before I even realized I had
moved it.  Not too surprisingly, though, I was in no hurry to move it away.
I could feel her heat coming through the thin silkiness of her panties,
warming my palm ever so slightly.

   My hand had landed in the perfect position so that my fingers were lying
between her legs, and thus were perfectly aligned with her slit.  I could
feel it through the thin material of her panties, and in almost an
automatic reaction, I flexed my fingers just a tiny bit, forcing the
material of her panties slightly into her.  There was no reaction, but then
I hadn't expected any under the circumstances.  I began to rub her a little
bit with my fingers, and after a moment or two of this stimulation, she was
noticeably wetter.  Not enough at that point to consider anything more
serious, but a positive reaction nonetheless.

   Feeling braver, I gently moved the crotch of her panties aside to give
myself better access.  I slipped my finger between her nether lips and
rubbed near her entrance to get my finger dampened, then moved my hand
higher to find her clit.  Despite its small size, I located it easily, and
began to massage it gently.  Passed out or not, it certainly had an effect
on her.  She was definitely getting moister, and even though her nipples
had been popped up before, they had managed to become even more erect and
prominent.  I moved my hand lower again and slipped a finger inside her,
slipping it up to the first knuckle.  She was tremendously wet by now, and
the heat was almost too intense to be comfortable.  She was amazingly
tight, and had a grip on my finger that made it difficult to move inside
her.

   I managed to slip my finger deeper inside her, though, up to the second
knuckle, and it was then that I noticed something fantastic going on.  She
was having some sort of mini convulsions inside her.  She was actually
massaging my finger with little ripples of her muscles.  Sort of gripping
and releasing, and even though it felt like a controlled reaction, I knew
that it couldn't be.  The effect was beyond belief.  I knew then what I was
going to do, and I knew it without question.  I had to have her.  If there
had been any question about it before, there was certainly none now.

   I knew that this was dangerous territory, even though both she and Brad
were well out of it at the moment.  I mean, if either one or both of them
woke up at the wrong moment, well, it would certainly not be a good thing
for me.  Still, as it many times does, alcohol does over rule good
judgment, as does horniness, and both of those factors combined with a
beautiful, passed out, semi-nude woman in front of you, well, it was an
irresistible combination.  At least it was for me.

   I pulled my finger out of her, and started working my way inside her
with two fingers.  In part, it was because I wanted to feel that same
sensation with her filled a bit more, but looking back on it now, I know
that it was just a variation on the old trick that high school guys used on
dates, using two and then three fingers to open her up more so that she
might not notice it as much when something bigger was placed inside her.

   After a fingering her for a few more seconds, I somewhat reluctantly
moved my hand away from Lori, leaving the crotch of her panties aside.  I
opened my pants and took out my dick and balls, taking a moment to survey
the situation one more time before I took any more action.  Brad was still
out of it in the same position he had been in when I entered the room.  He
hadn't moved so much as an eyelash.  Likewise, Lori had not moved either.

   I moved Lori's legs further apart and got onto the bed with her, moving
into position immediately.  I was more than a little wary about placing my
full weight on her, so I made every effort not to.  I guided my hardness to
her entrance, and rubbed the head of it along the length of her slit a few
times, getting it wet and slick with her juices.  I moved lower, and placed
the head at her entrance.  I paused for a moment, giving my self one last
chance to call this off, although I knew that I wasn't going to.  I pressed
forward gently, and the head of my dick slipped between her lips.  I paused
there for a moment, waiting to get accustomed to the heat, then pressed
forward gently, until I had half of my length inside her.

   The feeling was truly amazing.  She was tremendously tight, even though
I had stretched her out some with my fingers, and she still had her little
muscle contractions going on.  It took a great deal of discipline not to
come inside her immediately.  I withdrew almost completely out of her, then
pressed forward again, going inside her full length this time, until my
balls were resting against her.  Again, I paused, enjoying the sensations.
I had little doubt that she could make me come that way, without me ever
having to make another move.  I could only try to imagine what she would be
capable of if she were awake and involved.

   I pulled almost completely out of her, and then went full depth inside
her once again.  There was no stopping me now, and I began to repeat the
process, gaining speed and intensity with each stroke.  It was a balancing
act in many ways.  I didn't want to put my weight on her and take any
additional chances of waking her.  I also didn't want to move too hard or
too fast for the same reasons.  Still, I was so hot that it was difficult
not to pound into her hard and fast.  My orgasm was fast approaching, and I
knew that it would not take very long of hard and fast fucking her until I
unloaded inside her.

   I maintained my slower, steadier pace as long as I could, but I reached
a point where it was no longer possible to do so.  The rippling effect she
had was more than I could handle.  I began to thrust into her hard and
fast, and the already extreme pressure that had been building in my balls
increased to the point that it was impossible to hold back.  I bottomed out
inside her, placing the head of my dick at the entrance to her cervix, and
my first shot blasted into her.  I began to thrust again, and each time I
bottomed out inside her, an additional shot of sperm blasted into her.  I
kept it up for far longer than I thought was possible, until I was
literally and figuratively drained.  It had been the most intense orgasm I
could ever remember having.

   I pulled out of her and managed to stand by the bed even though I was
very weak in the knees at the moment.  I looked down at her, and could see
that sperm was leaking out of her and creating a pool of on the bed between
her legs.  I had filled her to beyond capacity.  I knew it had been a lot,
but I hadn't realized it had been that much until I saw it leaking out of
her.  I moved the crotch of her panties back into place, although I don't
really know why I did.  There would be no question in her mind when she
woke up that she had been fucked, so putting them back in place would not
have made any difference.  I guess in the back of my mind I was thinking
that maybe that would stop her from leaking, and would retain more of my
come inside her.  I fastened my pants and started making my way to the
door. I had gone about a dozen steps when I heard the sheets rustle a
little bit.  My first thought was "Oh, SHIT!".

   I took a quick glance over my shoulder and saw that Lori was moving, so
I increased my pace towards the door.  I ducked out the door, but couldn't
close it all the way because I didn't want to make the noise required to
close it.  I stayed in the hallway outside the door, watching through the
crack to see what was going to happen.  I knew that if Lori got up, I could
easily pop into the room across the hall before she managed to get to the
door.  I knew I was relatively safe from detection.  Part of me wanted to
get the hell out of there, but another part was very curious about what
Lori's reaction was going to be when she woke enough to figure out what had
happened.

   Lori stirred around a little, but only enough to reposition herself and
go back to sleep.  I had pulled it off undetected.  I slipped away from the
door, and went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink.  I had quite
a workout, and needed to calm down a little bit to combat some of the
affects of the adrenaline rush I had just been through.  I was in the
kitchen for perhaps thirty minutes, then decided it was time for me to get
some sleep as well.  I started back toward the master bedroom, and on the
way had to pass the room where Brad and Lori were sleeping.  I peeked
inside, and nothing had changed.  Brad and Lori were both in the same
position that they had been in when I had left the room.  I made my way
down the hall and went to bed.

   It was about ten when I woke up the next morning.  As usual, I didn't
bother to get dressed.  My routine was to take a quick shower, put on my
bathrobe, then go to the kitchen to make coffee and find some coffee cake
or sweet roles for breakfast while I read the paper.  I usually ended up
getting dressed in the early afternoon, as my days tended to last well into
the night.

   I had planned on looking in on Brad and Lori when I passed their room on
the way to the kitchen.  The door was still slightly ajar, but I had fought
the urge to look in.  I didn't want to take the risk that one or both of
them might be awake.  If they were, I would have a lot of explaining to do
about why I was peeking into their room.

   I had just got the coffee started and was getting ready to microwave
some coffee cake when I heard a noise.  It wasn't a loud noise.  Just
enough to get my attention.  I went to investigate, knowing that since it
was only Brad, Lori, and myself in the house, the noise had to be coming
from their room.

   I made my way quietly down the hall.  The door was still ajar, so I
peeked in.  Everything appeared to be normal at first.  Lori was sound
asleep on her side, and Brad was on his side next to her.  It was then that
I noticed that Brad was moving under the covers.  He wasn't asleep.  He was
making quick, jerky movements, and he no doubt had his cock buried deep
inside Lori.  He began to thrust into her harder and faster, and I knew he
must be nearing his climax.  The problem was that Lori was beginning to
wake up.  Once she woke up enough to realize what was happening, she
glanced behind her and saw that Brad was screwing her.  She was pissed, to
say the least.  She tried to move away from him and dislodge his pounding
dick, and was yelling at him as she did.  "Brad!  DAMMIT!  LEAVE ME ALONE!
GET OFF ME!"

   His reaction, of course, was to hold on to her tighter and redouble his
efforts.  He was obviously too close to climax to stop now.  Her struggles
only seemed to make things better for him, and he pounded into her harder
and faster than I thought was humanly possible.  He jammed fully inside her
and tensed, pausing in his thrusting, and I knew that the first shot of his
sperm had just gone inside her.  After a brief pause, he began pumping into
her again, and I knew that each additional thrust he made planted more of
his seed deep inside her.

   There was little she could do until he was finished, although she did
try.  As soon as he had finished, though, he relaxed his grip on her, and
she immediately twisted away from him.  She rolled over to face him, and in
the same instant she slapped him.  "You ASSHOLE!!" she said, "Are you
TRYING to get me PREGNANT!?!  I have NEVER let you come inside me
unprotected, and now you have done it!  I had already decided that I never
wanted to see you again, and now you deliberately try to get me PREGNANT!!
Do you think that if you knock me up, I'll stay with you!?!?  Is THAT your
plan!?!?"

   Brad, being always the one to say the right thing at the right time
(Not!) said "Look, Lori, it was really your fault.  You should have had
your diaphragm in.  Hell, I was so horny from seeing you last night you
should have known this was going to happen.  Once I got started, there was
no way I could stop.  Besides, how was I supposed to know you didn't have
your diaphragm in?  It's less than a fifty-fifty chance that you will get
pregnant from one time unprotected anyway, so it really should be okay,
right?"

   That was a stupid statement, even coming from Brad.  Lori, of course,
wasn't buying it.  She had passed the "mad" stage long ago, and I am not
even sure a word exists to describe the level of rage she was at with Brad
at the moment.  I went on down the hall, and didn't listen in to any more
of that discussion.  I knew that it was one that Brad would never win.  I
didn't think he would even try.

   Of course, Brad had never been a very good student anyway, and math
wasn't one of his strong points.  His fifty-fifty comment didn't make the
least amount of sense when you thought about it The odds had to be a lot
higher than that under normal circumstances, or so I would think.  Then,
when you consider that Lori had been inseminated not once, but twice, while
unprotected, and by two different men who had each flooded her to
overflowing, well the odds certainly had to be higher.  Not being a
mathematician myself, of course, but it would seem that if she did end up
pregnant, it would have been the first load that did it, and not the
second.

   Sadly, I never saw Lori again.  Brad showed back up at my place a couple
of weekends later with another woman, one that was not even remotely in the
same league as Lori had been.  I did ask him about Lori a few months later,
using the excuse that I wanted to contact her about possibly doing a photo
shoot for me.  He said that she had not spoken to him since they had been
at my place, and that she had moved and changed her phone number, so he had
no way to contact her at all.

   I didn't pursue the matter with him any further, but I did regret that I
hadn't gotten some contact information from her when I had the chance.  I
wondered what had happened to her, and to this day, I still think she would
have had a great future as a model.

   Brad, of course, never changed.  Probably never will.

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