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Chapter 3 of 9
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Ye Olde Pickup Place
Part: 3 of 9
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: Some unguarded words at a favorite watering hole lead to some long-
term relationships.

Keywords: ScFi BBW MF MFF MMF/F D/s oral anal ir rom

Ye Olde Pickup Place

Chapter 3

Ronald:

	I'm a bachelor.  In a lot of cases, that means you do the minimums.
Why make the bed if you're gonna just crawl back in it again that night?
Laundry gets washed, but doesn't necessarily make it back to the dresser --
and MIGHT not get folded.  Why not wait until there are at least two beer
bottles on the end table before expending the energy to carry them to the
trash?  Stuff you're going to use again tomorrow or the next day is better
off where you're going to use it than in a drawer somewhere.  That's the kind
of clutter my apartment was in.  It wasn't particularly filthy -- a dead
elephant in the living room stinks, so you get rid of it -- but it wasn't
neat and tidy.

	I had no early indication that Beatrice noticed anything at all.

	We went from my couch, which was reasonably clean, to my unmade bed
-- and if Beatrice had anything to say about it, I didn't hear it.  By then,
I was doing something I really hadn't messed with on the first pass -- I was
up close and personal with her puffy pussy!  She really didn't have a lot of
hair on her mound -- it was thin and scraggly, as opposed to her head where
the growth was thick and lush.  But I opened her outer lips with my thumbs
like splitting a peach and she was pink and wet and puffy from our making out
on the couch -- and when I slid my tongue along her slot I thought she was
going to go into orbit!  I held her knees to keep her from mashing my head
between her thick thighs, but that didn't control her hands -- I was glad my
hair was short, because she'd have been pulling it.  She moaned and thrashed
and pushed her pussy against my mouth and rubbed my head all over -- and got
really juicy, twice!  Have you ever stuck your tongue into the opening of a
pussy while her orgasm is going on and felt it clench and ripple?  It's REAL
cool!  After the second cum, she started tugging on my head, begging,
"Please...  Please..."  I crawled up over her and lined up with her opening
and watched her eyes pop as I pressed it home to the root -- and then her
eyes got this creamy look and she smiled and said, "Oh, Baby!  I'm addicted
already!  Do me!"

	There is nothing like fucking a happy chick -- it's just perfect!
They make you feel good about yourself and you see that you're getting her
off and it's just a joy!  Beatrice started moving that ass of hers and we
were off to the races!  I only had two nuts in me, but she got them both
while getting a dozen of her own.  We fucked and fucked and fucked -- and it
was too good to even think about changing position, just "Go!  Go!  Go!"

	At that point, everything was forgiven, I guess.  Beatrice was more
than happy to rub me and kiss me and suck my neck and when we faded out to
sleep, well, I'm pretty sure I didn't leave her awake and fretting about
anything, despite the fact that I'd collapsed on top of her.


	Wednesday morning, it was my alarm that woke me, at least.  Beatrice
rolled over and moaned, "I HATE those things!"

	I kissed her and said, "Some of us work early, and some of us work
late.  Where are we going tonight?"

	"I don't know.  A movie?"

	"Think about it."  I went off to shave and shower.

	When I got back, she'd gone back to sleep.  Hey, her hours were
different from mine -- I understood.  I wrote her a little note telling her
to lock the door behind her and that I WOULD call her later and went to work.

	Jackson and I worked together.  About eleven o'clock, he came over to
where I was fueling my four-by-four and said, "Are you on something, Man?
You're acting, I dunno, high..."

	I chuckled.  "It's all natural.  Pussy does that to you."

	"Oho!  The chick from Frederick's?"

	"Not the one you met -- her sister.  Don't say anything to Chet -- I
don't want to have to rearrange his face."

	Jackson nodded.  "He's got a big mouth for someone who isn't getting
any.  So what happened?"

	"I asked her out on a date -- tonight -- but somehow, we didn't wait
that long."

	"So, when?  You were fucked up yesterday..."

	"Monday night."

	"And you're still buzzed?"

	"... And last night..."

	"OHO!  You STUD you!"  Jackson clapped me on the back, grinning.
"Congrats!  So, she's looking like a main squeeze?"

	"Yeah, pretty much."

	"Cool."

	I cleared a couple of weapons ranges in the afternoon, but no one was
doing night fire, so I went home at five, planning to shower and change
clothes -- and call Beatrice in the interim to determine just how much I was
dressing up.  But I walked into an apartment that was as neat as a pin and
Beatrice was sitting on the couch watching TV!

	"Didn't you go home?" I asked.

	"I had Bridgette bring me a couple of things," Beatrice replied,
eyeing me.  "The place needed a little work..."

	"I didn't expect this!"

	"But do you appreciate it?"

	"Very much so!"

	"You're not mad that I stayed..."

	"Surprised, yes.  Angry, no!"  I glanced around.  "Let me shower.
Where do you want to go?  What do you want to do?"

	Beatrice frowned a bit and said, "I'd like to avoid Frederick's
cuisine.  I get that all the time.  There's a movie..."

	"Okay, do we need to hit it first?"

	"You didn't even ask..."

	"I trust you."  I headed for the bathroom -- which was ALSO in a lot
better shape than I'd left it!  I didn't care what the movie was -- any woman
who would come in and spend all day cleaning my place deserved whatever she
wanted!  Besides, I probably wouldn't be watching the flick, anyway...

Beatrice:

	I knew I was running a risk -- guys who have girls just move in on
them tend to pick a new address, pretty quickly -- but I wanted to do
something for him.  I was so HAPPY!  The place wasn't THAT bad -- you just
had to wash a few dishes and go around with a trash bag and a dust rag and
hit all of the horizontal surfaces.  He even had cleaning supplies in the
bathroom!  His initial reaction to my presence was kind of scary, but he
seemed cool about it.  I was knocked for a loop when he came back out of his
bedroom and offered me a choice between Japanese and Indian food -- wasn't
that stuff expensive?

	I picked the movie, and it was a chick flick -- but it could have
been a disaster movie in 3-D and I wouldn't have noticed!  We spent half of
it kissing!  I was so hot when we left the theater that I had to go to the
ladies room at the Japanese place and try to dry my panties!  We had hibachi
steak and shrimp and a little sushi and talked about silly things and I was
flying high when we got back to his place!

Ronald:

	When we got back to my place, I wasn't sure what we were going to do.
I mean, didn't she have to go home?  Weren't there limits?  Part of me was
thrilled to death, and part of me was leery.  We were making out in the
living room, standing up, when she stepped back and tossed her blouse over
her head and popped the snaps on her bra and tossed it, too, and looked deep
into my eyes and said, "I want to suck you.  Take off your pants and go sit
on the couch."

	You could have knocked me over with a feather!  In my experience,
chicks usually wrinkled their noses and said, "EEWWWW!" -- and if they DID
deign to suck my cock, there was something else in the offing!  I said, "Are
you sure?"

	Beatrice looked at me and said, "I want to give you something."

	"You've been doing all right..."

	"Please?"

	"Well, sure..."  I mean, how long do you hold out?  I shucked out of
my pants and settled on the couch and she got the rest of the way naked and
crawled to me and collected my balls and MAN!  What a mouth!  I stuck my
hands in her hair and croaked, "You want me to do anything?"

	She popped off my dick and said, "No.  I want to worship this thing.
You do what you want -- watch TV, whatever.  I haven't ever done deep throat,
but if you want to try to get it in there, that's okay, too.  I just hope
it's good enough..."

	I blinked.  "Watch TV?"

	"You'll last longer."

	"Uh... huh..."  I tilted her face up so we were eyeball to eyeball.
"What's going on?"

	"I always wanted to just do for a man.  Pretend I'm your slave.  Use
me.  You've been so good to me -- let me give something back."

	Like she hadn't already!  A dark thought intruded.  "Beatrice, if
this is about..."

	She held up a hand.  "I know what you're going to say.  I'm not
asking.  I don't CARE!  You could have a three -- but you don't.  I don't
know and I don't want to -- I just want to be with you and do for you.  You
make me so happy..."

	I eyed her.  "I don't see where I have to treat you like dirt..."

	"You're not," she whispered.  "I'm asking you to accept my gift to
you -- me.  I want to be yours -- if only just for tonight."

	"What do I do?"

	"Take," she whispered.  "Make demands.  If you want it, I want you to
have it.  You own me -- use me as you will."

	It was easy, and it was hard.  Pulling her mouth back over my cock
and tugging her face down my shaft turned out to be relatively easy -- but
she didn't NEED any prompting to give a good blowjob!  She made love to my
meat with her lips just fine without anything serious in the way of direction
from me!  Her eyes locked on mine, her lips rolled up and down my shaft and
her tongue danced along the underside and I knew I wasn't going to last long!
I was seconds from shooting when she backed off and asked, "Where?"

	"Where, what?"

	"Where does your cum go?  On my face?  On my boobs?"

	"You swallow it," I said.  "It goes inside you.  Down your throat, in
your pussy, in your ass -- that's where it goes.  If I dump on your face, it
means you're not worthy of my seed -- and that's not the case!  Swallow!"

	She smiled and licked the underside of my cock like a lollypop.
"Yes, my lord!"

	Did you ever have a realization of some kind hit you like a lightning
bolt?  I suddenly realized that the games they played at Frederick's might
NOT be so much of a game for Beatrice!  "Suck!" I roared.  Beatrice dove on
my cock, taking it to the back of her throat, and resumed fucking me with her
hot mouth!  Every once in a while, I palmed the back of her head and drove
her beyond where she was comfortable -- and she seemed happy about it!  In no
time, my balls started to boil; Beatrice smiled around my length, knowing
just from the way it got even harder that I was approaching climax!  When I
finally erupted, she was lipping my glans and washing the underside of it,
bathing the most sensitive areas of my cock with her saliva.  I erupted again
and again and again, surprising myself with the force of my ejaculation --
and Beatrice moaned and she swallowed down the product twice before extending
my pleasure by slowly taking me in and backing off again.

	"Mmmmmm, that was SOOOO good!" she husked, finally releasing me.

	"That was... superb!  Do you suck a lot?"

	"No, that was, I don't know -- my fifth, maybe?"

	"You're kidding!"

	"No..."

	It was the best I'd ever had -- maybe by an order of magnitude!
"Well, it was awesome!" I insisted.

	"I want to learn to swallow you," she declared fervently.  "What do
you want now?"

	"I want to play," I decided.  "Climb up here and lie down with your
head in my lap.  I'm going to play with your nipples and rub your clit until
you go insane!"

	"But..."

	"It's what I want to do!" I insisted.

	"Okay..."

	She got the idea very quickly -- this was not tit for tat.  No, I was
torturing her -- bringing her to a boil, but trying NOT to allow her to peak!
She turned her head and stuck her nose in the fur at the base of my cock and
gasped and moaned -- and eventually whined and begged as I stirred her pussy
juice to a froth with my fingers while milking her distended nipples, causing
her to shudder and shake and undulate on the couch.  I pushed her to the
point where she begged and pleaded and licked and sucked at the base of my
cock and laved my nuts with her tongue, babbling about how she couldn't stand
to go on...

	Finally, I stopped, eliciting a whine.  "Get up!  Bend over the couch
arm!" I directed.  She had trouble making her overstressed muscles obey, but
she got there -- and when she was settled, I rubbed my cock along her slot,
poised it at her pulsing opening, and slammed into her slickly lubricated
cunt!

	Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs, instantly driven to an
Everest of a peak -- and passed out!  Even unconscious, her pussy continued
to ripple around and grip my cock as I began to pump back and forth in her.
I held her hips, pinning her to the couch arm while I used her pulsating
pussy; her legs weren't supporting her.  She came back to consciousness after
a minute or so, and began to moan and gasp, getting her legs under her and
presenting her pussy to be probed at its maximum depth.  I was over-
stimulated, too, and began my final approach; she sensed it and howled, "Yes!
Yes!  CUM IN ME!  BREEEEED MEEE!"

	I saw red and lightning flashed and thunder roared and I exploded,
pouring gout after gout of my seed into her -- and Beatrice howled and her
pussy clamped down on me and rippled and sucked and milked me.  I couldn't
BELIEVE how good it was!  It was AMAZING!

	After a minute, I staggered back away from her and she spun and
nearly fell and I found myself holding one of her arms while she went to her
knees and sucked in my cock and started bathing it with her lips and tongue!
I let go of the arm and grabbed her head, gasping and groaning as she worked
my over-stimulated cock with her mouth!

	Eventually, my knees stopped shaking.  I let go of her head and
gently pushed her away -- but she came back, clutching me and burying her
face in my crotch.  I played with her hair and rubbed her shoulders for a
while, and finally she looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "You know I
can't live without you, right?"

	Surprised doesn't even BEGIN to cover it!  I had nothing to say -- I
didn't know what I SHOULD say!  After a moment, not trusting myself to say
the right thing, I changed the subject.  Tugging on her wrist, I said, "It's
time for bed."

Beatrice:

	Sometime that afternoon, I realized that I loved him.  It wasn't just
about the sex -- it was about how he shifted from easygoing to demanding,
from pliant to powerful.  It was about his gallantry that didn't allow him to
press me for anything despite our flirting, his respect for me -- and his
silly maleness that led him to delay calling me to a time of my convenience,
not realizing that I never expected that call in the first place!  His
apartment told me of his basic orderliness, his efficiency.  Other women
might have just seen disarray, but I saw that he left things he used WHERE
they were used, rather than moving them elsewhere just for neatness' sake.  I
got impetuous -- I took chances.  It was stupid to surprise him by being
there when he came in, but I wanted to see his surprise and pleasure at my
efforts -- and, lucky me, he reacted as I wanted him to, not as I expected
him to!

	When I asked him for something different, I expected Chinese or
something, or for him to be unable to come up with anything -- but he hit me
with two absolutely new options!  The movie could have been anything -- I
expected him to be tolerant but disgusted, but instead, he didn't disparage
my choice at all -- but distracted me to the point of being unable to tell
you what the movie was about with his attentions!  The trip to the restaurant
gave us something we hadn't had thus far -- an opportunity for small-talk --
and he was just amazing!  When we got back to his place, I knew I was pushing
things, but I HAD to do it -- I HAD to give him something!

	He didn't know what to do when I told him what I wanted to do for him
-- it was unexpected.  I knew I was surprising him, and I was running the
risk of scaring him off, but I was driven -- I just HAD to give him a gift of
my service to show him how much I loved and appreciated him!  But he seemed
to understand, and he seemed to figure out what it was I wanted and what I
was trying to do...

	Now, I'd never done this kind of thing before -- the opportunity or
the circumstances or whatever had never arisen.  But I couldn't stop myself,
even though I was worried that I would drive him away.  I HAD to offer myself
-- nothing else would do!  It was a compulsion!

	When I asked him about how he wanted to spend himself, his answer was
just what I wanted to hear!  And I LOVED his cock!  Omigod!  I could have
sucked it FOREVER!  Afterward, though, I was worried -- he seemed intent upon
returning my offering, and I didn't want that.

	Then the torture began.  It was exquisite!  He applied the rack and
thumbscrews with his hands, driving me wild with his fingers in my dripping
cunt and abusing my clit and twisting and pulling and abusing my nipples!  I
went WILD under his hands, reaching the point of whining and begging him for
my release while he wound me tighter and tighter and tighter -- I thought I
was going to go insane!  Then he stopped -- which drove me wild -- and
directed me to bend over the couch arm -- and my anticipation was NOTHING to
what happened when he triggered me by driving his cock all the way to my
cervix!  The shock waves were so powerful that I totally lost consciousness!

	I awoke to him pounding me with his cock -- and I never totally came
down from that first orgasm!  The intensity of the act was too much for Ron,
too -- it wasn't going to last -- but it didn't need to!  My world was
ALREADY rocked, and was continuing to do so!  I could feel his intensity
ramping up and I wanted nothing more that to have him fill me with his cum --
and when it came -- when I felt his semen splash against my cervix -- I went
wild AGAIN!

	We just hung there, with me bent over the arm of the couch, merged at
the genitals, for, I dunno, four or five minutes.  It was so good that
neither of us wanted it to end.  But eventually, he stepped back...  I
couldn't just let him go -- I went to my knees to worship his cock and clean
it, his cum rolling down my thighs as I knelt before him.  When he was clean,
I couldn't pull away; I stuck my nose in his crotch and inhaled his maleness
while I clutched myself to him for a little while.

	Eventually, I realized that he probably wanted me to let go, so I did
so, and looked up at him -- and my mouth opened and my heart poured out
through it.  He looked shocked, and I realized that I had AGAIN done the
stupidest thing I could do, making a protestation of my love for him only a
day or two after we started dating.  I could tell that he didn't trust
himself to speak, but he took my hand and led me to his bed.  I was slimy
from my crotch to my knees with our mixed juices, but I backed myself up to
him and let him nestle his cock along my butt cheeks and wrap an arm around
me and collect a breast -- and when he started snoring into my neck, I was
happy to drift off like that, wrapped in his embrace.

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