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Chapter 55 of 61...

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 55
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: MF MF interr BBW mc mf 1st oral

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright (C) Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit
is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the author's
email address. Don't be caught attempting to make a buck off me!

Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you're not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you're too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer's imagination.  You get the idea.

Chapter 55
Various Consummations

	Caitlin McGrath had her knees up around her ears, pressed there by
Howard Silverman's hands while he leaned on them to support himself as he
jackhammered her twat.  Her breasts wobbled like jello, but fortunately they
weren't big enough to damage anything, so she just let 'em go, rubbing
Howard's upper arms while he made like the Energizer Bunny!

	Howard was wishing he could get his lips on the pinkish brown, thick
nubs that stuck bullet-like up from the center of Caitlin's wrinkled
areolas, but they were out of reach.  Her pussy wasn't though, and he was in
it, driving deep -- and the responses he was getting from Caitlin said that
she was VERY happy about it!

	"O, BABY!  OGOD!  YEAH!  GET IT!  TAKE IT!" Caitlin wailed in
accompaniment to pelvic lurches that somehow managed to increase the force
of the impacts that Howard was already delivering.  Howard was amazed at
Caitlin's total lack of inhibition; once she got going, she just couldn't
contain herself, apparently.  But it was hot -- incredibly exciting -- and
it matched her personality perfectly; Howard had no fears that she was
faking her responses.

	Caitlin hadn't had a dick like this in over five years -- and THEN
it had been a one-nighter with a young kid too horny to pass up a run-in
with an 'old woman'!  Howard was hammering her like an eighteen year old,
and while she KNEW she was making a fool of herself, she had no control over
her mouth -- or her feelings!  Howard was hitting her cervix, for Christ's
sake -- and her clit, too!  And he just kept coming...  Caitlin hit
overload; her face became a rictus, her eyes wild while she clutched his
arms and wailed , "Gimmee!   GIMMEE!!  GIMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

	In a moment she relaxed and went limp, panting breathlessly, "Oh,
fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, Howard!"

	Howard, wondering if she was done, asked, "Are you okay?"

	"Uh huh," Caitlin panted.  "Gimme a minute...  DON'T STOP!"  Howard,
who had slacked off momentarily, put it back in gear.  "Are you okay?"

	Howard nodded.  This was more exercise than he'd had in a while, but
he wasn't hurting for it -- and he hadn't cum.  If she hadn't drained him
earlier, he probably wouldn't have lasted this long, but she had and he was
still in the running...  "I've got a little bit left..."

	Erin got her 'babble mode' from her mother -- and Caitlin was plenty
stimulated; she had already bottomed out and was climbing the slope again.
"Well, I want it!  I want ALL of it!  I want EVERY DROP!"  She was hunching
her back, driving her twat up at him again.  "If you need something, you let
me know!  I want you to cum -- BIG -- 'cause I just did, and if you keep
that up, I'm gonna do it again!"

	There's nothing like hearing you're doing a good job; Howard's cum
clock jumped from 'eventually' to 'soon' under Caitlin's verbal
encouragement.  Howard adopted a two-cycle stroke -- alternating a short jab
with deep penetrations -- and Caitlin's eyes popped.  "Good God, where did
THAT come from?  Oh, SHIT that's good!  O God!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, wow!"
Something about that stroke was just hitting her EVERYWHERE!  "Oh, fuck!
I'm gonna cum again!  Cum!  Cum!  CUM!  OH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

	Howard was right with her, dragged along by her excitement and the
change in texture of her pussy as it started milking him.  He tried to hold
out for thirds, but the sensations were exquisite; his whole cock was one
big buzzing nerve ending!  He gritted his teeth, fighting it, riding the
edge -- until every move was a torturous mix of exquisite pleasure and pain
-- and Caitlin was literally hanging from him, having hauled herself off the
bed by her grip on his shoulders in an effort to get more of him inside her.
He backed off one more time, then hurtled forward like a freight train,
exploding on impact.

	"Oh, GAWD!"  Howard drove Caitlin into the mattress, and the
unmistakable feel of his load being delivered under pressure right at the
door to her womb added two stories to the tower of her orgasm, just as she
leaped off!  "Oh, YESSSSS!   Shoot in me!  CUM!  CUM!!!"  Her legs, which
Howard had released for his final thrust, wrapped themselves behind his ass,
pulling him deep while she clutched him to her and rocked, immersed in pure
animal joy.

	Howard felt as though he was totally wrapped up in her, being
carried forward right inside of her -- and he came and came and came,
dredging semen from God knew where!  It was a wet mess, but Caitlin was
beside herself with joy -- and every pulse added a cherry to it!  Howard was
dazed; you just didn't cum like this with a hooker, and his short list of
amateur partners hadn't come close!  When he was more or less grounded in
reality again, he ventured, "Are you okay?"

	"Okay doesn't come close!" Caitlin gasped.  "Wow!  We made a flood!"
Only in the aftermath did she realize that in the heat of the moment, they'd
forgotten rubbers.  Ah, well, that's what the Pill was for...

	"Yeah..."  Howard made to move.

	"Forget it.  There's no real fix, and I don't want to move right
now.  Can you reach the blankets?"

	"Yeah."  Howard managed to haul them up, bit by bit, without being
allowed to escape Caitlin's comforting embrace, then collapsed bonelessly
atop her, merging with her, wondering how such a thin woman managed to make
him feel cocooned...

                         --------------------

	Charlotte Pinkersley let her mind drift in post-coital relaxation;
Hubert was already snoring, but he'd done his job...  Charlotte had been
lucky finding Hubert; she'd been facing the scenario she'd ladled out to
Claudette on that memorable day when the girl was fourteen...

	Sex had ruined her at home and ruined her at high school.  College
had been a fresh start, but she was too green and too lusty.  When she met
Hubert, she was a senior in college, and on her fourth school.  Frat parties
were a guaranteed source of at least one guy whose smell could make her get
naked -- and from there, she tended to take on all comers.  She collected a
reputation as a party slut by the second semester of her freshman year,
which had its positive and negative aspects.  Her behavior wasn't something
that invited scholarships, and she was on her own -- so she had to work.
But there was work and there was work; after running short several times too
many on her salary from waiting tables she waded through several bouts of
self-justification to end up with the realization that being a party animal
was a marketable skill.  After that, things got easier; she could count on
one frat house or other collection of males a weekend to pass the hat and
cough up a thousand or so for her services, and while she couldn't just drop
her panties, she had a rule that she got to pick her first partner -- and in
any group of over ten or so guys, there was one who could jump-start her.
After that, the engine was running, and she tended to last longer than they
did.  Parties her freshman year paid her expenses for that year and tuition
and fees for the new school the next -- a pattern that got her to her senior
year with considerable savings that she was eking out slowly to pay expenses
while trying to 'go straight'.  That was a result of the down side of her
activities; a 'party slut' was a great thing for frat boys to have around --
but no one wanted to DATE one!  She was shunned by females twenty four hours
a day and by males in any social situation; her few friends tended to be
other 'party girls' -- usually unfortunates willing to spread their legs to
be paid attention to at all -- and with issues to match.  While that made
her queen of her little group, it was an acknowledged group of losers...

	Now, a senior at a new school, Charlotte was keeping her nose clean
-- and wearing out a sex toy a week.  Trying to stay celibate was hard, at
the very least -- and she'd underestimated her budget at the expensive
school she'd picked out to graduate from.  Hooking wasn't something she
could get into -- it was one thing to have fun and get paid for it, and
another to play Russian roulette looking for the one guy in twelve whose
looks didn't matter and pretend for the other eleven that she was having a
good time.  Oh, she could enjoy herself just having sex, but not while
trying to make a buck...  Besides, no normal guy stood any chance of keeping
her interest!

	Hubert had come into the club where she was hanging out, desperately
hoping to find Mr. Right, (defined as someone who could effectively scratch
her itch and optionally provide her with some support), obviously along to
be the butt of the jokes the four other smooth Ivy League characters he was
with kept pumping out.  It was sad...  Since she was easily one of the top
ten women in the bar for looks, one of the sharks wandered over to collect
her as his due, inviting her to join the group after a few minutes of what
he chose to believe was sparkling conversation.  Charlotte suffered through
fifteen agonizingly boring minutes of their self-congratulation before
'accidentally' dropping her lipstick case and diving under the table to
collect it.  The 'boys' thought this was hilarious, one of them making the
inevitable gauche comment -- but Charlotte actually WAS surfing for cock...
Imagine her surprise when she surfaced above the table and discovered that
the little already balding guy with the eyeglasses eyeing her owlishly could
trip her trigger!

	Charlotte surprised everyone present -- including herself -- by
running with the ball and concentrating her attention on the unprepossessing
little guy -- which turned out in short order to be a good choice, since he
was the most genuine specimen present, when you got right down to it.  Four
hours later, they were in Hubert's room at the upscale frat house he and his
friends occupied.

	Hubert then delivered his second surprise of the evening; it turned
out that, exposed to the smell of wet pussy, Hubert delivered the speed and
stamina of a thoroughbred racehorse!  He was VERY well-equipped (around
eight inches!) and seemed capable of thundering along forever!  By the time
they finished, it was five in the morning; Hubert had managed three orgasms,
and Charlotte had lost count, having been used better by one man than she'd
gotten in some gangbangs!

	In the morning, his native caution surfaced, (he was, after all,
wealthy -- and had been approached before on that basis), forcing guarded
admissions from Charlotte regarding the odd reasons why she had settled on
him the night before.  Charlotte was disinclined to be forthcoming, which
caused him to be suspicious -- but she was also a babe, and the hottest
thing in the sack he'd ever seen...  There followed an uneasy period in
which they dated periodically and satisfied each other, but couldn't come to
trust -- but Hubert slowly put the pieces together, eventually dragging the
whole surprising truth from Charlotte after destroying her inhibitions by
overdosing her on his emissions.  It had taken him four months to put
together fluctuations in her behavior and the incidence of blowjobs -- or
merely enthusiastic sniffing at his crotch -- but he was still thoroughly
amazed at the answer he got:

	"It was your smell, Sweetheart.  I'm built funny; when I smell
certain guys, I come unglued..."  Charlotte resumed blissfully laving his
testicles with her tongue for a moment before continuing artlessly, "That's
why I went hunting for my lipstick that night -- I was looking for that
smell..."

	"So you sniffed my crotch?" Hubert asked incredulously.

	"Yes," Charlotte replied blandly.  "Surely by now you've noticed..."
Her voice took on a whining note, "Can we puhleez fuck now?  I really,
really want it..."

	Two fingers working in her gash kept her licking and talking; Hubert
interrogated her for fifteen minutes, and found himself thoroughly satisfied
with her truthfulness.  But one revelation was truly surprising...  "Why do
you keep coming back?" he asked.  "If others possess this trait, you can do
better..."

	"Uh uh!" Charlotte had argued.  "Sweetheart, I've had football teams
-- and NOBODY keeps up with me like YOU do!"

	If Hubert had any doubts about Charlotte's answers that night, the
roller-coaster ride he got from her for the next week cleared them out.
Charlotte was by turns hurt and disgusted at him over the betrayal, angry
and disgusted with herself over letting herself be lulled into dangerous
admissions, scared shitless that Hubert would brag to his frat buddies and
ruin her, scared that he might use her, fearful that she might lose him.
He'd call her and she'd yell at him, then she'd call him and beg...  Hubert
would have been a fool not to realize that he had a major lever on his babe
-- and while he wasn't the quickest horse out of the gate in the
intelligence race, he was no fool.  Sufficient arm-twisting revealed
Charlotte's entire closet full of skeletons -- but it also left Hubert
confident that he understood his trophy girlfriend's motives in staying with
him.  At that point, the whirlpool of marriage slowly sucked them in...  NOT
without a pre-nup, however!

	That proved to be an obstacle, in the long run; Charlotte was more
worldly, more innovative, and ultimately smarter than Hubert, who had the
sense to grant her more and more control of the family interests as time
went on.  Now, he was mostly a figurehead around the company business, and
he liked it that way -- it left plenty of time for golf and hobnobbing with
country club pals that netted an occasional nugget his canny wife could turn
into additional income.

	Two years after they were married, there was a birth control slip-up
and Claudette was conceived.  Charlotte carried her, happily looking forward
to motherhood -- but discovered that she was totally inept at it.  Children
got on her nerves and distracted her from the things she loved -- and were
just generally a nuisance.  Add the fact that Charlotte had finally wormed
out of her mother that her problem went back several generations in various
strengths and guises and undoubtedly would be passed to her daughter, and
the reasons that Charlotte became adamant that she get her tubes tied, even
without producing a male heir, were obvious.  Hubert acquiesced; given that
having one child made Charlotte act like a troll, he certainly didn't want
to add to the load...

	In general, though, the marriage was rock-solid.  Charlotte was
generally faithful; occasional slip-ups due to what Hubert referred to as
her 'infirmity' were overlooked, as a little outside sex had no effect on
their basic relationship.  They even 'entertained' periodically, hosting
swap parties with a tightly select group of friends and associates of proven
discretion.  Claudette knew nothing of her parents' sex life -- which is not
unusual, if you think about it.  A deliberate effort to minimize her
exposure to sex was undertaken at an early age, reinforced by training in
genteel manners and social conventions from a bygone age, reinforced by
various nannies and companions.  Charlotte and Hubert's rooms were on the
opposite side of the house from Claudette's, and meticulously soundproofed.
Entertaining was done in even more secure locations.

	Tonight, however, much of this activity had come to an end.  There
would be no protecting Claudette from sex, now; the best they could hope for
would be to keep her from ruining her reputation.  Fortunately, the rules of
behavior drilled into her would stand her in good stead, here.  The other
issues -- masturbation and a now serious requirement for steady sex --
required closer supervision than Charlotte could possibly supply.  Thank God
for this Ted!  He had already proven to Charlotte that he had the balls to
keep Claudette in line; properly supported, he might be able to keep her out
of anything major in the way of a scandal.  Who knew?

	Ted had been the up-side of Charlottes briefing to Hubert; they'd
been congratulating themselves on getting this far for months, so the
collapse of the house of cards was a blow.  Once wide-awake and briefed,
however, Hubert provided Charlotte with the emotional stability required to
calmly discuss her situation with her daughter and move things on to the
next level -- then he had fucked both their brains out, leaving them both
more relaxed about the whole thing...

	The morning would bring answers to the most important questions; for
now, it was time to get some rest...  Charlotte drifted off, smiling.

                         --------------------

	The fucking bed was moving -- AGAIN!  Talking, too!  Ed struggled
toward full consciousness to a soft voice murmuring his name in his ear.
His initial inclination to be cranky had the juice drained out of it when a
pair of soft lips latched onto his neck.  "Jesus!  WhattheHell time is it?"

	"Bout fahve."

	"An' you're wakin' me up outta a sound sleep -- why?"

	"Ah gotta git up soon, but Ah wuz hopin'..."

	"Damn, Woman!  You want dick at five in the fuckin' mornin'?"

	"Well, yah..."

	"I created a fuckin' monster..."  Ed lurched up and rolled off Velma
and onto his back.  "Now, ya drained the motherfucker 'bout five hours ago,
an' I ain't a mornin' person.  I dunno..."

	"Mebbe if Ah... sucked on it?"

	"Well, maybe..."  The bed started moving, prompting Ed to think,
'Goddamn woman is an elephant...', then a hand swept along his flank and
closed on his cock.

	"Can y'all scoot ovah a bit?  Ah gots ta get mah laigs turned
aroun'..."

	"Yah."  Ed lurched over.  There was more motion, then a big soft
thing settled against his side just above his right hip and another just
below.  'Titties,' Ed guessed, just before soft lips enveloped his still
limp meat.  "Aaaahhhh!"

	The lips lifted away.  "Dat okay, Honey?"

	"Yah," Ed grunted.  "You do that fer a while, an' I'll get stiff,
eventually."  Shit, he was already growing...

	"Mmmmph."  Bitch had a big soft tongue, too!  If this shit wasn't so
embarrassing...  Ed worked his arm into the crease between Velma's husky
mammary and the roll of fat beneath, then wormed it around, questing for the
fat nipple he knew to be there.  It wasn't THAT hard to find -- and Velma
went "Mmmph!" again, when he started working it between his fingers.

	It took Ed about ninety seconds to get an erection resembling an
iron bar.  "Awright, I'm up!  One a these days, you're gonna finish that an'
swallow my stuff, by God!  You got real talent!"

	"Dat's okay, Honey, y'all kin have dat any ol' day -- long as y'all
got enough left ovah fo' mah cooze!"  Velma replied.

	"Awright."  Here he was, wrestling with a black woman in the pitch
dark -- but Velma hated having him see her naked...  There were no windows
in her rooms and the alarm clock wasn't exactly a beacon.  Ed got up.
"Settle yourself -- I'll get ya from behind..."  More movement in the
dimness, while Ed mused to himself, 'I'm gonna get that ass, too!'  When she
appeared to be settled, he crawled back onto the bed from the foot and went
about setting up for some doggy-style.

	"Hurrgh!  Shit, dat's SOOO good!" Velma moaned as he sank into her.
"Uuuummmmm, make mah cooze happy!"

	The tone of her voice was enough, actually.  Ed couldn't ever
remember fucking a happier bitch.  It certainly fluffed the ego to know your
efforts were appreciated...  He anchored himself, grabbed two handfuls of
heavy hip, put the trip-hammer on twice per second, and took off.

	Velma held still for a little bit, then she started throwing herself
back to get that little bit extra.  "Ooohhhh, Lawd, Ahm in Heaven!"

	"Yer noisy enough," Ed puffed, grinning to himself.

	"Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee, fook, fook, fook!" Velma wailed.
"AWWWWWWW, HUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!  HUNGH!  HUNGH!  HUNGH!!!"  She locked down and
stopped moving on the outside, but her twat made like a wringer!  Ed gritted
his teeth and plowed on...

	Ed managed ten minutes of long-stroking and two more sets of happy
squeals from Velma before the sap level in his root reached critical,
"Awright, ya silly bitch -- don't go nowhere, I'm gonna shoot!"

	"Ah be heah, Honey!  Put it wheah it belongs!  Cum in mah cooze!"
Velma hollered.  Ed took a couple of short strokes to max out the sensation
around the base of his cock head, then, guaranteed a nut, he jammed away a
half dozen times, buried himself, and started pouring out spunk.  It was
just fucking great, and that twat-clutching shit Velma did while he shot off
made it that much better...

	'That twat-clutching shit' was Velma getting another orgasm, purely
from the effects of Ed's final effort and the knowledge that she was taking
his seed!  They say that sex is largely mental -- something that goes double
for the female; Velma was doing THE THING that made her happiest in the
world -- sucking in her man's seed -- and she was flying high from the
effects!  It wasn't the hot blast of sensation that came while he was
pounding her; this was more like sinking into a warm bath of satisfaction --
different, but every bit as good!

	"Awright, I hope that's good enough, 'cause that's all I got for
now!" Ed wheezed, backing off.

	"Dat's real fine, Honey!" Velma affirmed, shifting herself off the
bed.  "Jus' what Ah needed!  Y'all lay down now, an' Ah'll bring ya'll some
coffee 'bout six.  How's dat?"

	"Make it six-thirty," Ed groaned.  Damn woman was gonna kill him --
but at least he'd die in the saddle!  He collapsed on the bed with an arm
across his eyes -- sooner or later, she'd have to turn on a light to
dress...

	Velma headed off to shower, humming.  There was goo running down one
leg, but it wouldn't hit her ankle any time soon.  She smiled; Ed sure
dumped a load!  This was a LOT better than playing with herself in the
shower!

	Ed didn't have to deal with anything more disturbing than the light
under the bathroom door; Velma had a habit of laying out her uniforms on the
counter in the bathroom the night before.  His next interruption was warm
lips on his neck, "Ah'm goin' now..."

	"Mmmph."  Ed was wasted; intelligent response was beyond him.  But a
hand came up, listless, and rubbed her neck.  Velma left the room, humming
to herself.

	People started straggling into the kitchen of the Wilson mansion at
about seven-thirty, to find Velma working smoothly, humming, surrounded by
stacks of this and that.  Phillippe arrived first, and eyed Velma
suspiciously while she efficiently saw to his needs.  Boris and Leticia were
next; Boris had required Leticia to bathe him again, and then allowed her to
dress in her normal uniform -- but he had followed her to her room and sat
watching the entire procedure as she readied herself for the day, obviously
enjoying the view.  Now, as he settled at the kitchen table, he asked,
"Where is Ed?  We have..."

	"He's in bed," Velma interrupted.  "He was up late."  Her eyes
twinkled.  "And he was up early, too!"  Phillippe, who wouldn't fuck Velma
with Boris's dick, shook his head, grinning.  "Ah'll go git him in a bit,"
Velma added, driving home the point.

	Boris wasn't missing anything; he compared Velma and Leticia with
his eyes and decided that, skinny or not, the Little One was a closer fit to
his requirements -- but to each his own...  "Soon, then."

	"I can pop up and run down to his room..." Phillippe offered.

	Velma pinned him to his seat with a glare, "He ain't there."
Phillippe, unable to contain himself, burst out laughing.

	Charles, from the doorway, asked, "So, Velma, you gave Ed the day
off?"

	"No, Suh.  But lahk Ah said, he was already up dis mornin', early...
Ah'll go git him."  Velma handed off responsibility for kitchen operations
with a glance at Inez, poured a cup of coffee, and headed for the door.
Charles stepped back so she could clear the door and eyed her, amused, as
she headed off down the hall.

	"So, you're telling me that Ed is fucking that?" Phillippe wanted to
know.

	Boris shrugged.  "It is all -- how you say? -- pink on the inside."

	Charles nodded.  "There is the matter of their relative ages, too.
Ed probably has fifteen years on Velma."

	"Yeah, but she's..." Phillippe held his hands out to his sides and
puffed out his cheeks in a parody of Velma's proportions.

	"...And therefore all the more grateful for an opportunity to be
properly serviced, " Armand's voice sounded over the intercom.  "I'm afraid
that I may have put ideas in Ed's head upon discovering that both of them
were somewhat short on sources of gratification."

	"Sorry, Boss." Phillippe mumbled.

	"Don't apologize to me," Armand replied.  "Have pity for the less
fortunate.  You are fully capable of luring unsuspecting females into your
clutches, I'm told."  His voice became more brisk, "Who is running things
down there?"

	"I am, Lord," Inez replied.

	"Family breakfast at nine o'clock -- I'll have my usual.  Lay out
places for Sharon and Nora and Nate.  Somebody put a call in to the younger
generation.  And send a tray down to Pete's room."

	"My lord, Pete doesn't eat breakfast," Inez essayed.

	"Bianca does," Armand replied.  The intercom shut off, but the
cameras didn't.  Armand got to enjoy the look on Inez's face.

                         --------------------

	Soft lips at his neck -- Ed awoke to chills.  "Ed, Honey, time fo'
y'all to get up..."

	"Lemme get another five..." he mumbled.

	"Ah already did," Velma replied, "it's almos' eight."

	Ed came fully alert; his internal clock agreed that it was AT LEAST
well beyond any six-thirty.  "Jeez, why didya do that?"

	"Y'all needed it," Velma replied breezily.  "Dere's coffee on da
table -- I gotta get back..."  She swept out.

	Grumbling, Ed climbed into his clothes and set out for his room and
a quick shower, slurping his coffee.  Twenty minutes later, he made it to
the kitchen, drawing another cup of coffee and plopping down at the table.

	Boris ignored the issue of his late arrival, drawing Ed immediately
into a conversation regarding some lattice replacements in the garden, but
the minute things were silent, Phillippe set the needle, "So, Ed, you wanna
tell us all about your new girlfriend?  Chasing pussy wear you out?"

	Ed glared at Phillippe for a moment.  Velma, who was behind
Phillippe, had turned around and looked like she could cheerfully murder
him; when she picked up Ed's glance, her expression changed to one of
anxiety.  Ed grimaced, considered a moment, and replied, "CATCHIN' pussy
kinda saps your energy a bit, I guess.  I notice you're pretty bouncy this
mornin'..."

	Phillippe's mouth flopped open for a moment, then her recovered --
or he thought he did.  "Catching THAT couldn't have been any too
difficult..."

	Ed shifted his glance to Velma again; Phillippe was 'WAY too
confident, for someone with his back to a 320 pound woman with access to a
room full of knives...  He grinned into his coffee cup, "I ain't seen any
evidence YOU could..."

	"Why the fuck would I want to fuck a cow?  I ain't a vet..."

	CLOP!  Phillippe went sideways out of his seat and onto the floor!
"Ah hope y'all get AIDS from onea dem scumbuckets y'all drag in, ya
asshole!" Velma screeched.  "Ah might be big, but Ah ain't nasty!"

	"Velma," Ed said quietly, "Y'all think you could make me an omelet?
I think maybe Phillippe understands that it ain't polite to talk about a
person like they was a dog in their presence, now..."

	Velma stood a moment over Phillippe, clenching and unclenching her
hands, then mumbled, "Yeah.  Whatchew want in it, Hon?"

	"Onion and mushrooms, I guess.  And cheese."  Ed got up and poured
himself more coffee, then stood over Phillippe, ruminating.  "Bein' I got ta
face the music, I might as well at least hum a note.  Fer your fuckin' info,
it's prime shit -- an' I DON'T haveta worry about getting' crabs -- or worse
-- from it!  An' there don' seem ta be any doubt that she treats me better
before, durin', and after than some 'a them skanks I seen you drag in!"

	"Muffler burns, maybe," Charles observed, grinning.  He had
deliberately not interfered, to date.

	"What?" Ed looked up, glaring.

	"You've got a pretty serious hickey, there, on the right side of
your neck..."

	Ed whirled on Velma.  "Dammit!"

	"Ah'm sorry, Hon -- Ah got carried away!"

	"I'd love to see THAT!" Phillippe observed from his seat on the
floor, rubbing the side of his head.

	Ed shifted his attention back to Phillippe.  "You got ANY sense?"
Phillippe shrugged.  Ed rolled his eyes.  "Fuck you, awright?  You're just
jealous.  I don't hafta know algebra to know how many dicks been in MY
woman's twat -- can YOU say that?  Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."  He
turned and deliberately made his way back to his seat.

	Moments later, Velma sidled up with his plate, putting it down
before him and whispering, "Ah'm yo' woman?"

	"Till I say different," Ed grunted.  "Don't get all moon-eyed..."

	"No, a' course not..." Velma replied, and moved off to the sink to
do dishes -- and cry a bit...

                         --------------------

	It was seven fifty five at the Hansen home.  Dwayne was out the
front door, rolling -- it was time to get clear, before the folks started
looking around...

	... Only it didn't work.  "Son?"  Dwayne, halfway into his pickup
looked up to see his father standing on the porch.

	"Pop?"

	"Where you going?"

	'Do I lie, or just stretch the truth?'  "I'm going to help out a
friend."

	"Girl, huh?"

	Dwayne frowned.  "Huh?"  'How 'd he do that?'

	"You took too long thinking about it."

	"Okay."  Dwayne admitted it.

	"So, homework?"  This time, his reluctance to lie was Dwayne's
undoing.  "Biology, huh?" his father asked before he could nerve himself.

	"Yeah."

	"Advanced biology?"

	They were on dangerous ground.  "Maybe.  Dunno yet."

	"Anything you want to tell me?"

	"Why, Pop?"  Shit was deep enough; why was Pop fishing for something
else?

	"You've been acting weird, last couple of days.  Your sister says
there's some buzz about you, your friend Ted, and some girl..."  Mark Hansen
eyed his son.  "Am I gonna be fishing you out of jail?"

	'Thanks, Becky!'  "No, Pop.  I was... invited.  The jury's still out
on Ted, though -- and he's no friend of mine."

	"Invited?"  Pop quirked an eyebrow.

	"Yeah."

	"How old is this girl?"

	"Old enough."

	"Were you protected?"

	"Yeah."

	The pair eyed one another for a moment.  Mark's disapproval was
palpable.  Finally, he kicked things off again, "This the same girl?"

	"No.  We... didn't hit it off."

	"Two girls in one week..."

	"It's unusual."  Dwayne didn't want this going in this direction.
"This is totally different."

	"Is this related to the other thing?"

	"Well, maybe."

	"Oh?  You some kind of gigolo, or something?" Mark grinned.

	"No!" Dwayne frowned denial.  "Just the opposite!"

	"Doesn't sound like it," his father observed.  "Two girls in a
week..."

	"No, this is totally different," Dwayne insisted.  "I've already got
a lot more invested in this."

	"So, what's the connection?"

	"Reputation, if there is one," Dwayne replied.  "I, uh, came out of
the other thing looking good.  Ted didn't, with good reason."

	"So, this wasn't a performance thing?"

	"More like how I handled it."

	"Okay, so what about THIS girl?"

	"Too early to tell.  But it's not about that.  Or at least it's not
JUST about that."  Dwayne paused.  "I'm gonna be late."

	Mark eyed his son for a moment, then nodded.  Dwayne got the truck
started, backed out of the driveway, and was gone, trying not to look TOO
hurried.

	The door opened and Donna Hansen joined her husband on the porch.
"Where's HE going?"

	"You don't want to know," Mark replied.  "Yet."

	'The Hell I don't!' Donna thought.  Looking back over her shoulder,
she yelled, "REBECCA!  Come here!"  Mark rolled his eyes, sighing.

                         --------------------

	Dwayne parked down the block and walked up; Louise met him at the
door in a floor-length quilted housecoat that zipped up the front and could
have concealed just about anything -- but the smiling face above it was
radiant, the smile wide enough for Dwayne to discover that Louise had really
good teeth...  "Hi," she husked."

	"Hi."

	"I wasn't sure..."

	"I wasn't, either," Dwayne replied, sparking an expression of dismay
in Louise.  "My Dad gave me the third degree and I didn't think I was going
to escape!"

	"Is everything okay?"  Parental problems were bad, but they weren't
what Louise had automatically assumed were the issue when Dwayne indicated
that he had almost stood her up; she had assumed that her behavior had given
him second thoughts.  Alongside that, parental issues were a relief...

	"For now."  Dwayne looked troubled.

	Louise frowned.  "They're gonna get worse?"

	Dwayne shrugged.  "Pop said a couple of things that make me think
Mom is gonna mix into it.  My sister Becky apparently ran her mouth about
Darla Jean..."

	"Could you get grounded?"

	"It's certainly possible..."

	That made this morning all the more important.  Louise backed up and
stood in the middle of the room, deliberately unzipping the housecoat.  When
she was done, she shrugged out of the sleeves and let gravity take it from
her form, then stepped out of the bulky puddle of cloth, watching Dwayne's
face.

	Dwayne's eyes bugged out!  Louise was, well, curvy!  The whole
package was pretty incredible, all in all; she wasn't model-thin, but he'd
known that -- she was athletically built.  Field hockey and swimming had
given her thick thighs, calves, and ankles -- but they weren't fat, by any
means -- you could see the play of the muscles as she shifted nervously from
foot to foot.  The hips were as wide as they needed to be to take the
thighs; above that, Louise narrowed quite a bit, but showed just a bit of a
curve to her belly -- something that made Dwayne unaccountably horny to look
at, especially when you considered the microscopically thin trail of hair
that ran from her bellybutton to the jungle of her pubic thatch!  Above that
were the globular breasts that Dwayne's hands were thoroughly familiar with,
but his eyes couldn't get enough of -- and of course, above that was a
beautiful face, now frowning anxiously.  "Is something wrong?"

	Dwayne puffed out a breath.  "Not hardly!"

	Louise dimpled momentarily, then went serious.  "This is about as
close as I can get...  I don't know if I can just ask..."

	Dwayne shrugged.  "It's easy.  Just say 'Please make love to me'!"

	Louise looked solemn.  "Please make love to me."

	Dwayne took a breath.  "See, that's out of the way -- but if you
change your mind, you have to tell me -- and be clear about it.  I'll
respect 'no'."

	"I will," Louise affirmed.  "Did you bring them?"

	"Yeah."  Dwayne fished three rubbers out of his jacket pocket.

	"Are you gonna come over here?"  There was a bit of a whine to
Louise's voice; obviously, she needed reinforcement and support.  Dwayne
said nothing, but he moved forward and took her in his arms and kissed the
lips she immediately offered.  Louise's voice was husky when she drew back,
"Let's go to my room, now."  Dwayne held one hand while she collected the
housecoat with the other and led him deeper into the house.  Dwayne ignored
his surroundings until they arrived in Louise's bedroom; he was watching the
play of her movements -- the tiny jiggle of her sweet, round ass in
particular.  When she turned, he shifted his attention to his surroundings,
more out of embarrassment than anything else.  Some items in the room were
VERY feminine -- the canopy bed, for instance.  Some were very utilitarian.
There was a shelf with a couple of trophies on it above the corner, where a
field-hockey stick stood against the wall.

	Now that she had him there, Louise wasn't sure how to proceed.  She
bit her lip, watching him as he scanned the room.  When his eyes came back
to her, she started to fidget.

	Dwayne got it; time to take charge.  "I guess I should catch up," he
announced, reaching for his shirt buttons.

	"Let me help."  Galvanized, Louise moved forward and took over,
unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off, then pulling off his T-shirt.
Stepping back for a moment, she took in his muscular chest, pleased, then
knelt to take care of his pants.  Basketball had made Dwayne lean and hard,
and Louise gloried in it, given the pasty-looking boys that tended to
populate her classes.

	Dwayne let her do what she wanted.  It seemed to be important to her
-- or at least pleasurable.  Dwayne wondered if this was the kind of control
thing that she would enjoy responding to -- telling her to do things that
serviced him personally.  She seemed eager enough...

	Louise had Dwayne's pants undone in no time; pushing them down, she
helped him work his legs free.  That left his tented boxers.  Carefully, she
pulled the waistband free of his jutting erection and lowered them to the
point where they dropped free and pooled around his ankles.  There it was
again...  Louise reached out and grasped Dwayne's cock without thinking
about it.  "Mmmmmm!"  She leaned forward and rubbed it against her cheek,
leaving a streak of pre-cum.

	"Easy!"  Dwayne did a little dance.  "I thought you wanted it inside
you?"

	Louise looked up and nodded emphatically.  "Will it last?"

	"Maybe, with a rubber."  Dwayne grew doubtful.  "Maybe not."

	"Then I can suck it -- it'll come back..."

	"Yeah."  Experience with Darla Jean argued that it might even
twice...  "Do it!"

	"Goody!"  Louise's lips rolled over his glans without further
preamble.  Dwayne hissed in pleasure.  Louise backed off, watching his eyes,
and murmured, "Tell me what you want..."

	"Suck it!"  Dwayne threw his head back as Louise recapture his cock
with her lips.  "Yeah!"  He looked back down at Louise, who was watching his
face intently as she worked.  "Take a little more.  Yessss...  Easy!  No
teeth!  Uhhhh!  Use your tongue on the underside...  There...  That's
good...  Run your lips back and forth over the head.  Yessss...  Go deep,
then come back..."  The whole time, her eyes held his as he watched her take
him in and work him, following his instructions.  "Uuuuuuhhhh!!!  I'm close!
Yesss...  So close!  Hungh!  Cumming....  CUMMING!  NOW!!!   HRRRGH!  HRRGH!
HRRRRGH!!"  Dwayne's knees went weak as his cock spasmed, spitting semen
into Louise's waiting mouth.  "Oh, SHIT, that's good!   AAAHHH!!!"

	For the second time in twelve hours, Louise had a mouthful of
Dwayne's semen -- and she was all but smug about it!  This was THE THING --
giving her boyfriend pleasure!  Even better was the way he had stepped up
and started directing her, rather than being passive!  Life was good -- the
only way she could think of to improve it was to feel his cock in her drippy
snatch...

	Dwayne staggered back, hunched over against the flood of sensation
to his now over-sensitive cock.  Louise grasped one of his forearms and he
rotated to a position where he could sit on her bed instinctively while he
took in the Mona Lisa smile on her face.  "I guess you liked that?"

	"Mm hmmm."  Louise was holding a puddle of cum on her tongue,
savoring it.

	Dwayne took a breath or two and patted the bed beside him.  "Crawl
up here and we'll see if we can't get you started."

	Louise got up and made for the bed, swallowing her mouthful of
nectar so she could talk.  "How do you want me?"

	"On the edge, with your feet up, I think."  'Suddenly, I'm King of
the Hill or something...'

	Louise arranged herself as requested, feet on the edge of the bed,
knees splayed -- and gripped her upright knees for leverage so she could
lean up and see what was going on.  "I should have shaved..."

	"This?" Dwayne ruffled her thick tuft of pubic hair.  "I like it.
In particular, I like this..."  He drew a finger through the thinner wisps
alongside her open pussy lips.  "Besides, wouldn't your mother have a hissy
fit?"

	"Only if she looked..."

	"How likely is that?"

	"She did last night," Louise admitted.

	"Then I guess you'll be furry for a while."  He continued to play
with her hair-fringed lips.

	"Oh, God that feels good!" she exclaimed.  Shivers ran up and down
her spine, and her tunnel fluttered and oozed.

	Dwayne pulled back wet fingers.  "About the drips..."

	"Oh!  I'd better get a towel!"  Louise was up and running -- a treat
to Dwayne's eyes in and of itself!  Such delicious jiggles!  He made to
follow her, but she spun at the door and put up her hands.  "I'll be right
back!"  Dwayne nodded, grinning -- did she have any idea what those tits
were doing?

	In moments, she was back with two towels, that she carefully
deployed along the edge of the bed, then rearranged herself on them in her
original position.  "Is this okay?"

	"Yeah, fine."  More than fine, actually, but Dwayne had a feeling
that he needed to be sparing with praise and compliments.  He moved back in.
"So, you're a virgin?" he confirmed.

	"Well, yeah, technically."  Louise looked troubled.

	"Technically?"  Dwayne looked confused.

	"Field hockey can be rough!  I've bled from there before..."

	"Oh.  Well, it might make things easier..."  He started working her
opening with a finger; there was a membrane there, but it had a pretty good-
sized hole in it.  Still, it wouldn't take two fingers, and it wouldn't take
his cock...  "I think you're gonna notice me."

	"Good."  Louise WANTED to be a virgin.  She WANTED to give Dwayne
the whole virginity-taking experience!  It was the least she could do...

	Dwayne wormed his finger around in the opening.  "How does that
feel?"  She was certainly wet...

	"G--good!"  She'd never really mucked around up inside before.  It
felt really different... and really good!

	Dwayne grimaced and shrugged.  "I don't know how much farther we can
go..."

	"How are YOU doing?" Louise asked, craning her neck to get a look at
his erection.

	"I'm... fine..."  He was like steel, actually.  Hell, he was
fingering a pussy -- how ELSE would he be?  "I think I'll get you a bit more
of a jump-start.  Tell me if this is good..."  He put his thumb on the bump
of what he figured must be her clit and started rubbing.

	"Ooooooohhh, yeah!"  Louise shuddered.  "It... won't take much of
that...  I want it.  I want it!"

	"Damn!  Got to get a rubber!"  Dwayne disengaged and rushed to his
jacket to collect the packets.  Rushing back, he virtually jammed his middle
finger into her opening while waving the strip of rubber packets with his
off hand.  "Open one of these!"  He tossed them onto her belly, just under
her heaving breasts.

	Louise let go of her knees, flopped back and started tearing at the
first rubber with shaking hands.  "Dammit!"  Louise NEVER cursed -- her
mother would have FREAKED -- but frustration changed things...  The
plasticized foil gave, "Yes!"

	"Okay..."  Dwayne glanced around, flustered.  Was he going to have
to stop again?  No.  He stepped in close to work his arm between Louise's
upraised knees, then knelt up on the bed.  "Put it on!"

	"Ummm..."  Louise was seeing everything through a haze, already.
Which way did it go on?  She tried one way, and it stopped going anywhere
almost immediately.  'Okay, flip it over...  Yes!  Thank God!'  She began
rolling the sheath down Dwayne's shaft.

	The excitement was killing Dwayne, too!  The moment her hand reached
the base of his shaft, he started backing off the bed.  "Okay, it's time!
Here we go!"  Louise grabbed her knees again, this time pulling them back to
her shoulders.  Dwayne nosed his cock into her opening and began to push.

	Louise felt the membrane start to stretch.  "Okay..."  She was going
to tell him to take it easy, but things were just moving too fast!  There
was a tearing sensation, "Ow!"

	Dwayne stopped dead.  "Uuuuhhh, sorry!  Should I stop?"

	"No."  There was a difference between 'broken' and 'hurt'; Louise
was experiencing the former, but not the latter.  "Come on!"  She felt full
already, and she KNEW he was still in the entrance!

	"Slow?  Fast?"

	"It's yours, Sweetheart!  Take it!"

	That was all Dwayne wanted to hear; he bore down on her, forcing his
girth into her vaginal tunnel, spreading open her tender tissues.
Lubrication wasn't an issue -- Louise was soaking wet --it was purely a case
of wedging her vagina open, something that wasn't quite painful to either of
them, although it bordered on it for both.  The pressure on Dwayne's cock
was intense -- but he couldn't seem to let up -- and Louise's inner lining
fought being forced open fiercely.  But it only took a few seconds for
Dwayne to seat himself in Louise's depths, at which point both of them
paused to take stock.

	"Okay?" Dwayne gasped.

	"Uh huh!  Just... just a second..."

	"Okay."  Clasped to the hilt in that hot, wet grip, Dwayne had no
reason to go nuts moving. Instead, he waited for Louise to relax, something
which happened pretty quickly.  After only thirty seconds or so, Louise was
visibly more relaxed.  "Ready?"

	Louise nodded tightly.  She wasn't hurting, but the fit was so tight
that that she feared that her inner lining would split under the assault.
But very quickly her vaginal walls relaxed and she went from stuffed to
comfortable. Now it was time to get on with it...

	Dwayne had gotten control while holding still.  Now, pleasure
erupted immediately when he began moving -- for both of them.  "Mmmmmmm!"
Louise moaned.

	Dwayne started a series of slow thrusts.  "Like that?"

	"Uh huh!"  Louise nodded, wide-eyed.  "Nice!"  Louise had done her
clit a million times -- the very fact that it was forbidden added spice to
an act that was already one of the few sources of relief she had -- but
penetration hadn't been on the agenda, for several reasons -- not the least
of which was the odd inspection by her mother!  This act was rich in
sensation -- not just the flashes from her clit when Dwayne ground his pubic
bone against it, but the feel of him moving through her opening, in and out,
and the deeper feeling of fullness he brought and then took away with every
stroke.  Going slow seemed to heighten the effect, making the whole thing
easier to experience without letting anything get away; Louise started to
feel herself being swept up in the urgency, the intensity.

	Dwayne was timing his stroke for the same effect; it was better to
feel things than to just hammer away -- at least until Louise accommodated
herself fully.

	But then, wasn't it overdoing it to assume that Louise would loosen
up TOO much?  For one thing, she was thoroughly virginal -- and for another,
she was VERY athletic!  Dwayne, watching Louise's face, watched as she got
more and more agitated -- but she didn't SAY anything, which surprised him.
Instead, she seemed to pant more and more harshly, her nostrils distended
and the most amazing look on her face -- a total intensity, tinged with
surprise.  Little whines got out -- that was it -- but her eyes got wider
and wider...  "Are you okay?" Dwayne asked.  Louise nodded her head
emphatically.  "Can you talk?"  This time, he got a head shake -- no.  "Do
you want me to stop?"  Emphatic shake of the head.  "Okay..."  At about that
point, Louise started seriously whining and panting and shifted her grip on
her knees to include Dwayne's hands, which he found reassuring, given how
tightly she was winding herself.

	And then she went off!  Louise arched her back, and if she had
opened her mouth, the sound she made would have been a scream -- but since
she didn't, Dwayne was hard-pressed to describe it.  Her eyeballs rolled up,
which Dwayne found scary -- but the amazing thing was how she clamped down
on him!  Her stomach got as hard as a rock and her pussy clutched him so
tightly that he almost had to stop thrusting -- but since it was milking
him, anyway, there was no real loss...  And he could FEEL the river that
gushed from her -- a warm wetness that poured over his balls.  THAT was the
ONLY thing that allowed him to continue to move in her -- no amount of
pressure could overcome the lubrication of that flood...

	This didn't last long -- perhaps ten seconds -- and then Louise
collapsed, heaved a huge breath, and wailed, "Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh!"
The next thing he knew, Louise had reached up and grabbed his head and was
raining kisses on him -- that or trying to devour him...  "That was
wonderful!  Oh my God!"

	"Well, I'm not done..."  Dwayne resumed his interrupted rhythm.
Louise, eyes glowing, seemed to have six hands -- she was stroking and
petting and urging him on...  This went on for maybe a minute and a half,
then it slacked off -- because Louise was getting manic again.  She clutched
herself to him, raising her mons to meet his attack, her body begging for an
increase in speed without benefit of her voice, which was apparently gone
again...

	The first orgasm had been cataclysmic; Louise could feel the second
one coming and knew what to expect -- but that seemed to merely enhance it!
Dwayne, recognizing the signs from round one, gave her a bit extra on the
down stroke -- which triggered her all the faster!  This time, she managed
to go "Hrrrrgh!  Hrrrrgh!  Hrrrgh!" through constricted lungs as she arched
and pulsed; Dwayne knew that only her recent blowjob and the attenuation of
the rubber kept him from shooting as he rode out her second cumming -- but
the signals were there; he wasn't sure he was going to be able to give her
three.

	The urgency having taken him, Dwayne picked up the pace as soon as
she released him to move again; the effect on Louise was that she never
really bottomed out!  "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!!" she wailed, clutching
herself to him.  Dwayne was now bent over her, legs splayed to keep him at
bed level, knees bent; as he continued to jack up the pace and the power,
Louise wrapped muscular thighs behind his using a snapping motion to augment
his power.  Things spiraled upward, out of control until Dwayne lost it,
suddenly emitting a strained grunt and slamming himself deep into Louise's
clutching vagina.

	It could have been a disaster, but apparently Louise was merely
waiting for a trigger.  She went over the top, clutching him to her with
both arms and both legs, pulling him off his feet, all the while arching and
wailing, "CUM!  CUM!!  CUM!!" while her pussy milked his spurting cock!

	When rational thought returned to Dwayne, he was still clutched in
Louise's embrace while she caressed him here and there, humming.  Exhausted,
he mumbled, "Let me up..."

	"Yes, Dwayne."  It was a purr.  Dwayne managed to flounder up a bit
and roll off her -- and she rolled onto her side so she could continue to
touch him.

	"What are you doing?" he asked.

	Louise paused.  "Just touching you..."  Fear claimed her face; was
he rejecting her?

	Dwayne caught it.  "Oh, okay."  He pulled her against him.  "That
was heavy duty!  I have to rest a minute..."

	"Yes, Dwayne," Louise purred, rubbing his back.  Sex had been
everything she anticipated, but giving herself to Dwayne was just as -- if
not more -- important to her.  There was something SO satisfying about
giving Dwayne her body...  The first two orgasms had been incredible -- but
that third pop?  It shouldn't have happened; she should have been left
hanging, but Dwayne came, and that seemed to be all that was required.  And
it satisfied her, too, where the other two had fed the flame.  The only
remaining question was, had she been good enough for him?  She had laid it
all out in a timeframe that justified her mother's poor opinion of her --
but it hadn't been ALL about finally having her pussy pumped.  No, it had
been about Dwayne, whom she had wanted since the moment he stood before her,
eyes bugged at her cleavage, validating that yes, she WAS desirable -- and
to someone important and popular, too, not some third-stringer!

	Dwayne seemed to be elsewhere, but he wasn't, really.  He was
congratulating himself for his good fortune!  Dwayne's interactions with
girls hadn't been any too encouraging until this week -- and the Darla Jean
thing had been both positive and negative.  While he had dimly perceived
that the positive impacts on his social life might outweigh the cloud that
being splashed with the overflow of Ted's reputation as an accused rapist
cast over him, what he expected to get was Bang Nation -- skinny,
bucktoothed slips like Erin McGrath, or fat, pimply chicks willing to do
whatever to be seen with him.  While at first glance Louise fit that crowd,
the more he saw of her -- and he'd seen it ALL by now! -- the more
everything about her sweet muscular curves said 'Babe!'  Add in her
personality -- which would take some getting used to, but Dwayne could stand
to have a relationship where his control of things went unchallenged -- and
this looked very much like a gift from the gods!  Whatever he'd done right,
he was certainly thankful for!  And the sex!  Holy shit!  Amazing!  Tight,
sweet, flexible, strong -- and she cums like a racehorse, and SQUIRTS!  He
squeezed her against him, smelling her hair.

	"What are you thinking?" she asked.

	"I'm wondering how I got this lucky..."  Dwayne had to stop there,
because Louise rolled atop him and was all over him, squirming, kissing and
rubbing -- obviously THAT was the right answer!
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