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Thinking Horndog http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Thinkers_tales/www/ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Strange_Rel_55.txt" begin> 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! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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