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Chapter 12


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 12 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: MF mf 1st mc

Chapter 12

	'Charmin' Harmon' Thornton swept his eyes over Donna Travers' mother
and nodded to himself as he finished the introduction, "My name is Harmon
Thornton -- your daughter Donna is dating my son Mac."

	"Is there a problem?" Noreen asked.  'This isn't going to be one of
those 'Your daughter isn't good enough...' conversations, is it?' she
wondered.

	"Oh, no!" Harmon declared, "I was impressed with young Donna the
instant I laid eyes on her!"  'Something about the way she sucks cock and
fucks doggie-style...' Harmon added to himself.  "No, I was so impressed that
I thought I should really meet her mother..."

	"It's very late..." Noreen muttered.

	"Yes, I know -- but the kids are out tonight and I was in the
neighborhood...  May I come in?"  Harmon stepped forward and Noreen backed up
automatically, given the proximity of Harmon's imposing presence.

	Actually, Harmon had been out looking for some action in his usual
haunts and the pickings had been thin -- but he'd had young Donna and her
mother in his head since his encounter with Donna the previous Saturday.
Donna, never believing that Harmon would actually appear at her house, had
given her address and a description of her mother -- who was an only vaguely
wear-dated version of Donna herself...  Noreen, therefore, bypassed Harmon's
normal selection criteria -- which she wouldn't have met upon a mere visual
inspection.  But Donna had a hot pussy -- which Harmon fully intended to feel
wrapped around his cock at some point -- and that led to the assumption that
her mother would, too...

	"Donna is with Mac?" Noreen asked.

	"And several other male and female friends, no doubt, but yes, I'm
sure they're together," Harmon smoothed things.  "Mac is quite taken with
Donna.  Is Mr. Travers at home?"  This was pure misdirection; Harmon knew
that Noreen wasn't married.

	"There is no Mr. Travers," Noreen replied.  "I'm not married."

	"Divorced?"

	"Uh, no..."  This wasn't how Noreen preferred to discuss Donna's
paternity, but they'd gotten there and she was stuck with it.

	"I see," Harmon was all sympathy.  "So the relationship that led to
Donna's conception didn't work out, then..."

	"No..."  She'd been a Senior in high school, visiting her older
sister at college -- and drunk at a frat party -- and the college boy had
been smooth and practiced and said and did all of the right things, and his
two buddies arrived after she was already naked and riding a cock...  She
never got ANYONE's name and when she turned up pregnant things went to Hell
at home and she moved out.  Life had been hard and lonely and Donna was the
cornerstone of her existence; what she was going to do when her daughter
spread her wings and left the nest, Noreen had no idea.  Noreen didn't drink
and she stayed away from men -- she had toys, but mostly she just avoided
temptation and masturbated when things got too hard.  When she hadn't
followed up her mistake with three other children, her parents realized that
they'd been too harsh and there had been a reconciliation -- and Noreen had
done her best to turn it all off and continue to prove herself worthy...

	"How sad," Harmon commiserated.  Harmon was an accomplished womanizer
-- largely because he'd never met a woman deep enough and sexy enough to hold
him.  They all seemed to have the same drives -- more money and protection-
oriented than sexual.  He could read Noreen's face readily -- and what he saw
there was VERY interesting...  He sensed fear -- but there was blood in the
water, too.  Noreen seldom got close to ANY man and NEVER approached anyone
with Harmon's charisma, and although Harmon loomed over her, he didn't
overtly threaten -- and her body, denied its needs for so long, did certain
things on its own.  She could smell him, for instance -- and that smell
brought a low-grade arousal that made her nipples tent her blouse.  "You're
very impressive.  Do you go braless regularly?"

	"Wh--what?"  Noreen's eyes popped.  "You, uh, caught me changing
clothes..."

	"I was lucky, then," Harmon mused.  "The resemblance to Donna is
remarkable.  May I?" He reached out and placed a hand on her waist, sliding
it under her blouse caress her midriff.

	"I--I..."  Harmon added a second hand on her midriff and Noreen
stammered, "I don't think you..."

	"Got this familiar with your daughter?" Harmon finished for her.
"Well, you'd be surprised.  You ARE aware that Donna and Mac are having sex,
aren't you, Darlin'?"

	"Wh--what?" Noreen gasped.

	"When I first laid eyes on Donna, she was sucking Mac's cock,
actually," Harmon delivered a second blow.  "She was absolutely naked -- and
beautiful, I might add...  May I?"  His hands rose along Noreen's ribcage,
taking her blouse with them.  Noreen clamped her hands to her sides, but that
merely trapped the wrinkled fabric under her armpits -- and above her
breasts.  "Yes, hers are very similar -- VERY similar..."  Noreen's breasts
had given up a bit of territory to gravity, but not a lot -- if anything, the
slight droop added something, making them clearly genuine.  "Beautiful
nipples..."  Harmon collected a breast in his hand, caressing it.  He began
lowering his head and Noreen threw up her hands, still pinning the blouse
under her arms -- but instead of going for a breast, Harmon lowered his lips
to hers.

	"Mmmm!  Mmmm!"  Noreen held her lips closed as her eyes popped at the
invasion.  She tried to push him away, but was limited by the way she was
STILL tying up her blouse.  Meanwhile, Harmon's other hand slipped under the
elastic waistband of her culottes -- and bypassed the poor elastic of her
raggedy panties in the process -- to rub her ass.

	"I bet that's similar, too.  Do you shave?  Donna has a little bikini
trim triangle..."

	"Harmon!" Noreen croaked.  She went after the hand on her breast with
both hands, so Harmon let her have it -- and stand there holding his hand as
he delved deep enough into the back of her panties to run a finger past her
asshole to the bottom of her slit.  He pulled the hand she was holding
downward and she continued to clutch it -- which bent her at the waist and
shoved her culottes and panties down a bit and granted Harmon's middle finger
access to the very opening of her vagina!  "Omigawd!  Harmon!"  It was IN
THERE!  Not far, but she couldn't figure out how to get it out...  She
started to raise up but Harmon's free hand slid forward to engage her breast
again so she had to push it away.  That bent her further and Harmon pressed
outward with his arm and the elastic waistband of the culottes slid all the
way to his wrist, baring her ass.

	"Yeah, Donna's looks just like that.  Feels pretty much the same,
too..." Harmon chuckled.  He pumped the finger into her depths -- which were
getting wet -- and then bypassed the opening on the way down her split to her
clitoris.

	Noreen looked up, big-eyed.  "You didn't f-feel it!"

	Harmon chuckled.  "Darlin' I generally get my way around a woman, you
know?  Mac stopped me before things went too far, but I was rubbing her pussy
more or less just like this..."  His fingers rubbed Noreen's suddenly stiff
clitoris.

	"I-- You-- We-- Donna..." Noreen didn't know where to start!  She was
confused and her body was betraying her and Harmon was telling her that Donna
was easy and having sex with his son...  She forgot about the hand on her
breast and went reaching awkwardly for the one rubbing her clit.  Finally,
she gasped, "I don't do sex!"

	"You're overdue, Darlin'," Harmon replied, tugging the nipple she'd
let him get at.  "You're WAY overdue.  And if you're anything like Donna, you
want it..."  She had his wrist, so he let her tug on it and pull it to the
side -- which defeated her culottes and panties totally, allowing them to
puddle on the floor.  Noreen let go to snatch at them -- and missed -- and
Harmon slid three fingers up and down her now soaking slot.

	"Please!"  He had eight arms and they all seemed to be able to set
her body on fire!  Her mind was clouded -- she couldn't fight him!  He kept
saying things, and while she reeled from the blows to her psyche, he took
more ground on her body!  He said Donna was easy and Donna was fucking -- and
by extension, SHE was easy...  That resonated -- she knew that.  But the
things he said meant that Donna would soon be gone, and she would be alone
and she would need...  this...

	"I'm doin' my best, Darlin'," Harmon muttered, deliberately
misunderstanding her.  He kissed the back of her neck and she whined; her
hands couldn't seem to decide whether to push at the hand on her breast,
manipulating her nipple, or to hold it in place.  She staggered a bit on the
clothing bunched at her ankles and ended up extricating a foot -- and
spreading her stance, granting Harmon further access.  Nothing stopped him --
and everything she did made things worse... or better, maybe...

	The couch was right there, so Harmon settled on it, dragging Noreen
with him.  She ended up on his lap, on her back; Harmon leaned to one side so
he could kiss her and bring a hand up from beneath her arm to fondle a breast
while three fingers rode over her pubic bush to slide over her clit.  She
tried to lock his tongue out with her teeth, but he had control -- her body
wanted him.  A rush of pleasure enveloped her, rising from her clitoris, and
her mouth opened and accepted his probe.

	'Thank God I'm wearing dress slacks,' Harmon thought, 'We're gonna
fuck right here...'  Noreen had all but surrendered.  He unzipped and
unbuckled and pushed his slacks down with one hand while keeping her busy
with the other and his lips.  Noreen's hands got under his shirt at some
point and that seemed to be it -- she was clutching and rubbing.  He kicked
free of everything below the waist but his socks and rolled up, lifting one
of her legs so he could get between them.

	The touch of Harmon's cock on her nether lips brought a burst of
something resembling clarity.  'Omigawd!  We're gonna fuck!'  But she
couldn't stop him -- she would have had to fight herself as much as him and
she didn't have it in her.  Instead, she clutched him to her as he pressed
himself home...

	"Aaaaahhhh!"  It was a chorus, mutual.  Noreen had always been hot-
blooded; it had literally been a choice between doing absolutely nothing and
surrendering to her nature -- and she had chosen to put Donna first.  Now,
faced with no choice in the matter, there was going to be backlash...

	'This chick is somebody's mother?' Harmon marveled.  'This is the
tightest fucking pussy I've had in YEARS!'  It was INCREDIBLE!  He COULDN'T
pound her -- he had to fight pneumatic suction going both ways!

	"OMIGOD!  OMIGOD!" Noreen gasped.

	"So... you... don't... do... sex..." Harmon puffed, pushing and
pulling against the clutch of her clasping cunt.

	"FUCK!  FUCK!"  Noreen's eyes rolled up and she convulsed.  Harmon
had to wait while she clamped down on him so tightly that he couldn't move --
but when she came back, she'd gone over totally to the Dark Side -- it was
there in her eyes!

	"More!  More!  Fuck me!  Omigawd!" she howled.

	She loosened up a little bit, too -- just enough and not too much --
and Harmon started getting a stroke on.  Noreen was well worth the effort,
Harmon mused -- she was hotter than a firecracker!

	Harmon had a 'standard stroke' -- a kind of lazy poke that maximized
pleasure for himself and was generally more than adequate for his partners --
but Noreen wouldn't allow him to use it!  She put her feet on the couch
cushions and threw her pussy up at him, driving him to pump faster and
faster, rattling him and throwing him off his game -- but oddly, she didn't
interfere with the pleasure deliveries.  As a result, in what seemed to
Harmon to be record time, he was fighting off orgasm.  "Close..." he panted,
hammering away like a teenager.

	Noreen, wild-eyed, howled, "DO IT!  GIVE ME BABIES!"  She picked up
her legs and pushed her ankles into him behind his thighs, literally trying
to pull him in deeper!

	Harmon couldn't escape -- and he didn't want to!  Noreen's yell went
straight to his hindbrain and turned loose the animal instincts there and he
yelled wordlessly and poured a flood of semen just as deep into her as he
could push his cock!  Noreen screamed and threw another manic orgasm as she
felt the powerful pulses paint her cervix white, clutching him to her and
surging against him, trying mindlessly to merge with him.

	It took a couple of minutes for either of them to come back to earth.
Harmon was just AMAZED!  He'd sampled the charms of dozens of women in his
time -- his polished approach was the result of constant practice -- but
Noreen had come out of left field with this incredible response curve -- he
hadn't had a fuck like that in YEARS!  Now she lay there, looking up at him,
apparently waiting for something...  Harmon had no idea what, either, so he
said, "Couches are nice, Darlin', but I like beds better.  Can we move to
yours?"

	Noreen, not trusting herself to speak, nodded and waited for him to
climb off her.  Was he a rapist?  Huh!  She would have one Hell of a time
proving it after screaming for him to impregnate her at the top of her lungs!
She gathered up her clothing and he gathered his, and she took his hand and
led him to her bedroom.

	Once there, they just tossed their clothing on the floor and climbed
on the bed and Harmon launched into his standard preparatory procedure for a
second fuck -- but his usual urgency was lacking.  Instead, he took his time,
dragging out steps that usually took only a couple of minutes.  Noreen
absorbed all of his efforts with obvious enjoyment and played clumsily with
his cock, but something was up -- she didn't speak.

	Harmon, being a practiced womanizer, was religious about rubbers --
but when he got down to deliver a little cunnilingus to get Noreen ready for
his second penetration, he ran straight into the creampie evidence of the
fact that he'd failed to protect either of them.  "Uh, Darlin'?  About birth
control..."

	Noreen finally spoke.  In a hollow voice, she related, "I don't use
any.  I haven't had sex with a man in, well, a very long time -- and I didn't
expect to.  In the past, avoiding it wasn't hard..."  There were tears in her
eyes.  'I've done it again!' she wailed internally.

	"Good God, Darlin'!  How long...?"  Harmon had gathered this
instinctively during the seduction, but Noreen was apparently telling him
that she'd been doing without for a lot longer than he'd assumed...

	"Years," Noreen croaked.  "I needed to provide a home for Donna..."
She covered her eyes.  "Donna was a mistake -- well, that's not really how I
generally put it.  She was an unexpected, happy consequence of the night I
lost my virginity.  I was drunk and horny and three different guys had me..."
She released a sob.  "Now I've done it again..."

	Harmon climbed back up to caress her cheek.  "You needed it, Darlin'.
You shouldn't have denied yourself like that!"

	"I couldn't let Donna have a slut for a mother!  My parents..."
Noreen couldn't go on -- she collapsed into sobs.

	Harmon found himself cuddling her and trying to soothe her pain.
"It'll be all right..."  Oddly, he had polished tools for everything but
this...

	"The genie is out of the bottle," Noreen sniffled.  "Besides, it's
over, anyway.  Donna is having sex...  At least she's on birth control,
unlike her stupid mother!"  After a minute, she shuddered and got a grip on
herself.  "How is it that you saw her...?"

	"Naked?" Harmon finished.  "I came home last Saturday night and she
and Mac and another couple were having sex.  I stayed out of sight until Mac
left and then introduced myself..."

	"Like you did to me?" Noreen asked, eyeing him.

	"We didn't get that far," Harmon admitted.  "Mac returned before it
could happen -- besides, I intended to just, well, poke a hole in her
defenses I could use later.  Watching her suck and fuck Mac was a revelation
-- she was HOT!  And I don't generally hunt down her body type..."

	"Or mine," Noreen eyed him.  "Pretty lecherous of you, wasn't it?"

	Harmon frowned.  "Darlin', you need some background, I guess.  Mac
got his early experience crawling into bed with women I brought home.  We
have an agreement, sort of -- and Mac owes me.  But he made it pretty clear
that he doesn't owe me Donna," he added ruefully.

	"So..."

	"I asked Donna what her momma looked like," Harmon related.  "I doubt
seriously that she ever expected me to show up here, or she'd have warned
you."

	"What happens if...?"

	"You turn up pregnant?" Harmon finished.  "I'll pay for it -- one way
or another."

	"I couldn't ask..."

	"You did it alone the first time, right?  No need to do it again.  In
the meantime, the damage is done."  He rolled atop her.

	"Harmon?  I'm... not some floozie...  Well, I might be, now..."

	"No, you're not," Harmon agreed.  "But...  Look, I admit to coming
here looking for an easy piece -- and you were virtually defenseless, so I
couldn't have passed it up if I tried.  But that just points up the fact that
you're NOT some floozie..."

	"You've ruined me," Noreen breathed.  "I had things under control..."

	"I freed you," Harmon argued.  "You should never have boxed yourself
up like that -- you're too passionate."

	"Well, in any case, you're right -- the damage is done..."  Noreen
released herself, the tension flowing out of her.  "Let's do it again -- I
might as well get my fill..."

	"Your wish is my command, Darlin'!" Harmon positioned himself and
pressed forward into Noreen's depths.

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	"Don't you DARE!" Janice Fremd erupted.

	"What?"  They were stretched out on a bed, necking and fondling, and
had been for a couple of hours.  Mark Torres came up on one elbow and gazed
into Janice's washed-out blue eyes.

	"You're trying to keep us from doing... it... again!" Janice
insisted.

	"Sweetheart..."

	"No!" Janice cupped his face and eyed him fiercely.  "I want it!  I
want YOU!"

	"You have me," Mark replied simply.

	"Mark, please!"

	"What would your folks say?"

	"Did you ask the other girls you fucked that question?" Janice asked.

	"I don't fuck girls, mostly," Mark admitted.  "Just older women.
I've had blowjobs -- nothing like yours..."

	"You're so sweet..."  Janice blinked back tears.  Mark hadn't taken
advantage of all the girls -- he'd held himself back...

	"I cum kind of fast, actually," Mark admitted.  "That thing you do
kind of backs things off, though..."

	"Really?"  Janice sat up.  'I'm actually GOOD for something!'  "I
mean it.  I want it -- and I want it from YOU!  Please?"

	"You don't have to..."

	"Please don't put me off!  Don't you want to?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"Just not with me -- I understand..."

	"No!  I want to with you!" Mark protested.

	"Then why?"

	"I don't know.  It seems like I'm disrespecting you."

	Janice turned and caressed his face.  "I need to know that you're not
just..."

	Mark cocked his head.  "Just what?"

	"I don't know!  Playing?  Practicing your technique with the ugly
girl you don't want bad enough to have sex with?"  Janice's voice took on a
bitter tone.

	Mark got mad.  "Where in the Hell did THAT come from?"

	"I know how it is!  My parents..."

	Mark blinked, confused.  "What about them?"

	"They h-hate each other -- and it's ALL MY FAULT!"

	"Really?  Tell me about it..."

	Janice blurted the whole sordid tale -- how Janice's father Tom used
his mother for some quick fun and how Janice's father used his political
power to force Tom to marry her when she turned up pregnant -- and how it
turned her home into an armed camp.

	"God!  That's TERRIBLE!" Mark gasped at the end of it.  Looking at
Janice it was as if he could see how her childhood had twisted her and
stunted her.  "Janice, Honey, I'm not like that.  I don't know if I can
promise happily ever after, but I KNOW I'm not here to take advantage of you!
Think about it -- don't you sit with me?  Don't you go out with me?  Doesn't
everybody know you're with me?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"Why would I do that if...?"

	"Well why won't you, you know, do it?" Janice asked.  "Is it because
you don't want to get in too deep?"

	Uncharacteristically, Mark grinned.  "How deep is too deep?  This
deep?"  He measured off a couple of inches between his thumb and forefinger.
"I can probably only go this deep..."  He put up his hands for an approximate
measurement of the length of his erection.

	Janice goggled.  "What?"

	"I was trying to make a joke!" Mark apologized.

	"Oh."  Janice switched tracks and pondered for a minute, then broke
into a smile.  "I think whatever you can manage will be fine..."

	"Janice, Honey, I have been slow because I respect you and I don't
want you to think I'm taking advantage..."

	"Well, I know that now, I guess," Janice muttered.

	"What WOULD your folks say?" Mark pressed.

	"Well..."  Janice looked bothered.  "Momma would be glad for me,
except..."

	"Except what?"

	"Momma SWEARS that if Daddy finds out, he'll do it to me, too -- and
keep doing it.  I might even replace Momma as his last resort..."

	"Jeezus!" Mark gasped.  "He would have sex with you?"

	"Momma says if he catches me, it will be some kind of betrayal, and
he'll do it to get even.  He'll use me because I'm taking advantage of him
the way Momma did -- or at least, that's how HE sees it..."

	"I don't see how we can do it," Mark mused.  "I can't expose you to
that!"

	"Just the fact that we're together may be enough," Janice theorized.
"If I get too happy..."  She shrugged.  "That's why I would rather do it with
you.  I want to know how it is supposed to be before Daddy does anything..."

	That made a twisted kind of sense, Mark realized.  Who could he take
this to?  "Have you talked to anybody about this?"

	"Well..."  Janice looked evasive.

	"Honey, I want to help..."

	Janice pursed her lips.  "Wait here."  She kissed him and went out.
Amy and Toby took some locating, but she managed it -- they were outside, by
the pool, necking, trying to get some time of their own.  "I need help," she
said simply.  "Mark..."

	Janice made the appeal to Amy, but Toby responded, "He's worried that
he'll trigger something."

	"Yes.  I think it could happen, anyway," Janice replied.  "Just
feeling the way I do..."

	"You can't talk to your father about this," Toby told her.  "You're
not allowed.  It's more than just us telling you not to, too.  Your mother is
also protected."

	"Well, that's good -- but is it good enough?" Janice asked.

	"Let's go see Mark," Amy said quietly.  "We can discuss things openly
and then, well, cover them over -- but he'll understand."  She got up and let
Janice lead them to Mark in the guest room.

	Mark wondered why he wasn't surprised.  "Toby.  Amy."

	The pair linked hands.  Toby said, "Things are ugly at Janice's..."
and Amy projected the awful aura of hatred and resentment and distrust that
lived there as a fourth occupant of the home.

	Mark grimaced and shuddered, then blanched.  "How did you DO that?"

	"It's a long story," Toby replied.  "You won't remember it when this
conversation is over; I hate to say that, but it's how it has to be.  Now,
we're going to try to fix things -- but that will probably involve tearing
Janice's home apart.  Frankly, it should have happened long ago..."  He
paused.  "Janice is going to need your support."

	"She has it," Mark said seriously.  "Squirrel is my girl."  He tugged
Janice to him.

	"She needs... validation," Amy told Mark.  "That's why she wants what
she wants.  She thinks she's too ugly and too stupid and -- well, you name it
-- for anyone to love her."

	"She's wrong," Mark declared.

	"Janice," Toby turned to the thin girl.  "Mark does not lie."

	"Okay..."  Janice's eyes blurred with tears.  She knew that Toby did
not lie, either.

	"We have put some protections in place," Amy explained to Mark.
"Janice is shielded from her father on the subject of her relationship with
you.  Where she fears him on other scores and it inhibits her, she has blocks
in place to help her in dealing with this.  Her mother is also capable of
doing whatever is necessary to keep her daddy from finding out anything
suspicious.  Janice is concerned that her attitude might trigger something --
and maybe that is valid.  If it looks like she is going to be in trouble, she
will call you -- and you will call us."  There was more to it -- if Janice
couldn't reach Mark, she would bypass him and go straight to Toby.  Toby made
a note to visit Abigail in case Janice was unable to call...  Both got spot-
memorization of Toby and Amy's contact numbers.

	"We're going to back out now," Toby told the couple.  "We were never
here."  Linked, he and Amy enforced his words.  "You had a long talk and Mark
knows everything.  Now you can move forward...."  They backed out of the room
and closed the door.

	Toby stood outside the door with his head down. <This goes way
beyond...>

	<Does it?> Amy argued.  <Or is this what we're here for?>  Toby shook
his head -- he didn't know.

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	Inside the room, Mark picked Janice up as if she were a doll and
placed her on the bed, then draped himself over her and began sucking her
spiky nipples.  "We can move forward, or we can wait," he told her, "You KNOW
how I feel about you..."

	Janice did, too.  For the first time in her life, something positive
was a certainty.  "I want to move forward."

	Mark ran his fingers over her cleft.  "You're a little dry."

	"I want to suck you."

	"Let's do sixty-nine, then -- you on top."  He rolled off her onto
his back and she got up and draped her spindly form over his and sucked in
his scrotum.  "Uuuhhh!  God, that feels so good..." Mark grunted, then pulled
her narrow butt down so he could attack her split with his tongue.

	He kept at it until Janice tried to scream in joy around his
testicles, then let up.  "Okay, you climb on now.  Take your time -- don't
hurt yourself."

	Janice got up and turned around, then went to her knees, straddling
Mark's thickly-muscled torso.  Licking her lower lip, she reached for his
thick tool and positioned it, then locked eyes with Mark and dropped onto
him, impaling herself on his erection!

	"Jeezus!" Mark gasped, his eyes bulging.

	Janice's did, too!  "Uuuuuhhh!"

	"You didn't have to hurt yourself!" Mark gasped.

	"I didn't want to go slow and have it not happen and have to try
again..." Janice panted, clearly in pain.

	Mark shook his head.  Fear drove her to do the damnedest
things..."Well, just wait until it feels better..."  'If I don't shrink to a
nub!' he added to himself.  He, too, had been hurt, and knowing she was
hurting didn't help his erection.

	But Janice was rocking back and forth, little by little, and as she
did, Mark's cock moved deeper into her.  After a minute or so, he was all the
way in.  Janice changed to a more forward and back motion that rubbed her
clitoris on his shaft -- not because she knew what she was doing, exactly,
but because by experiment she discovered that it felt good -- and slowly
shifted from there to something with a vertical component.  Leaning forward a
bit, she laced her fingers in Mark's and leaned on her hands and began to
pump, maintaining the drag of her clit along the upper surface of Mark's cock
and cycling down and back and in and up and forward and out.

	Initially, this got mixed reviews from Mark, but as she put more and
more vertical into the stroke it began to work for him.  The early tendency
of his cock to go lank after the painful penetration went away and his cock
solidified and swelled to its full length and girth -- which made things
better and better for both of them.  Pretty soon, Janice was shuttling right
along and grunting and gasping and puffing and blowing -- and orgasm rose up
out of nowhere and nearly knocked her out of the saddle!
"OooooOOOOooooOOOMIGAAAAWWDD!!!" she wailed, and nearly fell off as her legs
started twitching and her belly locked up to support the rolling pulses her
orgasm triggered in her vagina.

	"URRRGH!"  Mark grabbed Janice's hips, pinned her to him, pulled her
to him by one shoulder, and rolled them over as a system so he could take
over.  Janice found herself on her back with her knees up and Mark plowing
her furrow rapidly.  He reached under her and grabbed her shoulders from
behind and sucked in a spiky nipple and rumbled like a bear while he pounded
her, making sure she went nowhere -- not that she had any such intention!  He
was up just high enough to be rubbing her clit on every down-stroke and the
intensity began to build again almost immediately!

	Gentle lovemaking had turned into frantic fucking -- and neither of
them cared!  For Janice the rollercoaster bottomed out, then rose, crested,
and flashed into a screaming free-fall that caused her to scratch furrows in
Mark's back -- but he roared and exploded in her, unaffected, before
collapsing on her and sucking her neck, panting, wondering, 'Why does my back
sting?'

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