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A Swarm Cycle Story.  Chapter 4 of 9.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Ye Olde Pickup Place
Part: 4 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 4

Ronald:

	Thursday morning arrived and the goddamned alarm went off.  I slept
off and on, not deeply, but I didn't lie awake for hours.  My dreams were of
Beatrice, kneeling before me, naked, with a collar around her neck, her green
eyes locked on mine, her face radiant.  The evening had been so weird, but
everything had gone so right!  She asked me to take from her and I did so,
but in the process, I gave back...  Torturing her with pleasure had been SUCH
a power trip!  And the sex, once we finally got to it, had been absolutely
mind-blowing!  That announcement at the end had been a little shocking, but I
could understand it -- Hell, I didn't want to be without her, either!

	I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo off, when I became aware of
a shadow behind the shower curtain.  Beatrice peeled it back to reveal one
eye and asked in a small voice, "Can I come in?  I'm all gooey..."

	"Come on," I invited.  "You could have it to yourself..."

	"I don't want it by myself."

	"Fine..."  She came in with her back to me.  I stopped washing me
because running soap over her was more fun.  Back, ass, titties from
behind...  I stuck my cock in the crack of her ass while I rubbed her chest
and belly and pussy with my bar of soap.

	"I know I did some things and said some things last night that
probably scared you," she husked in my ear, her lips only inches from it.  "I
hope I haven't driven you away..."

	"You got pretty serious," I pointed out.

	"Yes."  She held her breath.  I knew she was waiting for me to slam
her.

	"I have to admit that I'm kind of pleased."

	"You are?"  I had big eyes inches from mine.

	"It's... flattering, to say the least -- particularly since I know
you mean it."

	"Sooo..."

	"You can't live without me?" I prompted.

	"I can't imagine going back to the way things were before Monday
night," she husked, "I just can't..."

	"Then I guess we'll have to fix it so you don't have to," I said
lightly.

	She sucked in a breath.  After a moment, she asked, "Please?"

	"It's not one-sided, you know..." I noted.  My cock was like steel --
I wasn't going to work like this!  "Bend forward and brace yourself!"

	"Ron?"

	"Just do it -- you've got me all worked up..."  I kicked her feet
apart and lowered my erection to a near-horizontal angle and probed her pussy
lips.  Beatrice went, "Oh!  Yes!  Yes!" -- and I pushed home in her depths.

	It wasn't the cataclysm of the night before -- but that doesn't mean
that it wasn't just great!  I pounded her hard and fast and she gasped and
moaned and presented her hot cunt, throwing her wide hips back at me.  I held
them and pounded her ass and watched it ripple to the impacts -- and when she
went tight and started to whine and shake I let go in her, pouring yet
another load into her hot twat.

	The drop in temperature of the water drove us apart.  I hurriedly
finished soaping up and rinsing and re-adjusted the water, telling her, "You
only have a couple of minutes," and kissing her on the way out.  I hunted her
down a towel for her body and one for her hair -- which pretty much depleted
my limited stock.  She opened the curtain and stood in the tub drying herself
while I stood outside in the limited floor space of the bathroom, gazing at
her.

	"Okay, now," I told her, "I don't want you freaking out on me.
Thursday is my late night -- and I generally go to Frederick's with the boys
for dinner.  Are you working?"

	"No, but I'm watching Bridgette's little boy so she can," Beatrice
related.

	"Okay, then, you'll know where I am and your sister can report on my
behavior," I grinned.  "We both probably need a night away..."

	She looked away.  "Probably."  Clearly, she didn't relish the idea.

	I collected her face in my hands and locked eyes with her.  "We're a
couple, okay?  But if we go nuts and live in each other's hip pocket all the
time, the flames could get to be too hot and burn us up, leaving the ashes of
discontent."  I must've read that somewhere...

	Beatrice grinned crookedly.  "In English, milord?"

	"We might start resenting the fact that neither of us can move
without bumping into the other?"

	Beatrice pursed her lips.  "I know how I feel about it right now..."

	"Yeah, well, I don't have any current issues, either.  These things
come with time, I think.  We just need to set a precedent and remember that
each of us has a life."

	"Agreed."

	"I've got to run now.  I WILL call you later."

	"Okay."

	I ran for the bedroom and jumped into my clothes.  I think Beatrice
needed a hair dryer -- she was fighting with tangled tresses when I kissed
her and hit the door.

Beatrice:

	I figured that arguing the fact that I didn't feel that I had much of
anything without him wasn't smart, so I agreed with the 'separate lives'
thing.  I finished drying off and kissed him and waved goodbye and spent
thirty minutes trying to get a brush through my hair without cream rinse.
Then I did what little cleaning was required and left, locking his door
behind me.

	Sis and Alan were still in bed when I got home, so I went in to lie
down -- and discovered that I needed to change my sheets!  God!  What a mess
we'd made!  Somehow, I managed to lie down after that and drift off...

	Sis shook me awake around eleven.  "When did you come in?"

	I blinked blearily.  "Seven-thirty?"

	"Gawd!"

	"I got up and showered with him before he went to work..."

	"And?"

	"We had sex in the shower."

	"This HAS to be a record..."

	I covered my face.  "Oh God, Sis!  I'm afraid he's going to wake up
and run!  I basically threw myself at his feet last night!"

	"Come get some coffee and tell me all about it."

	So I put myself together some and met Sis in the kitchen.  "So what
happened?"

	"Well, you know I didn't come home.  I cleaned his place and waited
for him..."

	Sis smiled crookedly.  "I warned you about THAT!"

	"I know, but..."  It was really hard to explain.  "I just HAD to do
it!"

	Sis waved it off.  "Go on...  Apparently he didn't throw a fit."

	"No, he didn't -- and he was appreciative.  But he's not really
messy, so it wasn't hard.  The place wasn't your stereotypical bachelor pad.
That's not to say everything was super-clean or put away -- it just had that
lived-in look."

	"Okay, then what?"

	"So he asked me where I wanted to go, and I said a movie.  I was
going to tell him the title, but he waved it off.  I said I didn't want to
eat anything I could get at Frederick's and when he came back he suggested
either Japanese or Indian!"

	"Okay..."  Sis waved me onward.

	"I don't remember the movie -- we spent the whole time making out.
Then we ate at a Japanese place and we finally got to talk a little.  Jeez,
he's really smart!" I gushed.

	"Somehow, I don't think we've got to the part you're worried
about..." Sis waved again, smiling crookedly.  I sat gathering my thoughts.
Alan came in and eyed me owlishly for a moment, then went off to play again.
I think he knows when it's 'grownup time.'

	"No, you're right," I sighed.  "We got to his place and were necking
standing up in his living room and suddenly I got this... compulsion!  I
can't explain it, really -- but suddenly I just HAD to GIVE him something!  I
peeled out of my clothes and more or less begged him to let me suck his cock
-- and I tried my best to get him to understand that I wanted nothing in
return!  I wanted him to just take what he wanted from me and not worry about
giving back -- I wanted to be used!  Is that weird, or what?"

	Sis sat there looking at me for a long time, smiling crookedly.  Just
the look on her face told me that I needed to wait and hear what she had to
say.  It must have been a minute and a half before she said quietly, "Where
do you think Alan came from?"

	I sat back and tried to understand what she was saying, but all that
came out was "What?"

	Sis sighed.  "I was, you know, just out of high school.  The college
I went to was one big party, but I was still 'that fat chick.'  Then Greg
came along.  Greg was black, but he was smooth and he had everything it took
to get me into his bed -- and after that, I worshipped him!  I did whatever
he told me to do -- because I wanted to!  It was important to me that
whatever he wanted, I provided it -- and make no mistake, I did so gladly!  I
VOLUNTEERED to fuck his friends, because I knew he got a kick out of it!  And
I had fun, too, knowing he was getting off on it!  It let me let go, do
things that no self-respecting girl my age would do with guys that no self-
respecting girl would ever touch!  It was all good until the day Greg told me
that he was bored of watching me make a slut of myself and he was done
playing with me.  At that point, it all kind of screeched to a halt -- but it
was more like a train wreck, because his buddies still expected me to fuck
them.  I was lost and looking for a guy with that spark who would take over
where Greg left off and give me a reason to give of myself, and his friends
were all takers, but it just wasn't there...  It took me a while to break
loose from some of them -- they weren't used to taking no for an answer --
but then I was pregnant, and THAT cleared them out!"  Sis grimaced and
scratched her nose.  "After that, I had Alan..."

	"Ron isn't like that," I said tonelessly.

	"I know."

	"I asked him to do what he did, and he made sure that it was what I
wanted -- but then he stepped up to the plate..."

	"He did it, then?  He used you?  He took what he wanted?"

	"Yes," I nodded.  "He didn't go to extremes, but he pushed me.  He
wasn't pretending, either -- and toward the end he really got into it!  I
swallowed his cum and I felt so good -- like I'd truly accomplished
something!"

	"Okay," Sis replied, "That sounds good.  That was it?"

	"No, then he told me to come up and lie on his lap.  I was worried
that he was going to give back and make my gift worthless, but he said he
wanted to play...  I had no idea what he was up to, but I soon learned, I can
tell you!"

	"What do you mean?" Sis cocked her head, eyeing me.  She could tell I
was excited...

	"He TORTURED me!  He played with my pussy and my nipples and my clit
and he drove me wild with pleasure -- but he wouldn't let me cum!  I reached
the point where I was begging him out loud to PLEASE let me cum -- and he
just kept winding me tighter and tighter!  I was ready to cum in under five
minutes, but he took AT LEAST thirty before he suddenly ordered me to get up
and drape myself over the couch arm -- and then he rammed his cock into me to
the root and the top of my head came off and I screamed and passed out!"

	"OMIGOD!"  Sis' eyes were as big as saucers!

	"I came to with him fucking me -- and I never came down!  And when he
started filling me with his cum I nearly passed out again!" I exclaimed.

	"OMIGOD!  Then what?"

	"He let go and backed out and I dropped to my knees and tried to
swallow him!  I was totally out of my head with joy!  I knelt there with his
cum running down my thighs -- which were already covered with my own juice
from him teasing me with his hands -- and I licked and sucked every bit of
our goo off his cock and balls.  When he couldn't take it anymore and tried
to push me away, I came back and stuck my nose in his balls and sucked in his
maleness for a while and I was so incredibly happy..."  I sighed.  "And then
I did the stupidest thing in the world."

	"Oh?"  Sis sat there, waiting.

	"I told him I couldn't live without him."

	"Oh, God!  You didn't!"

	"I DID!"

	"What did he say?"

	"You'll never guess," I murmured, smiling to myself and shaking my
head, "He said, 'It's time to go to bed.'  Then he took me by the hand and we
went off to bed and that was the end of it!"

	"Jeezus, Sis!" Bridgette exploded, "If there is a way to fuck up,
you'll find it!"

	I grimaced.  "I thought so, too, but when I tried to fix it this
morning, he said it was all okay -- and then we fucked like wild things in
the shower and he went off to work."  I took a breath.  "Do you really think
it's okay?"

	"Wow, Sis, I have no idea.  Most guys would be heading for the
hills!" my sister opined.  "Are you seeing him tonight?"

	"No, he said that Thursdays were his late night, and that he usually
goes to Frederick's with the boys -- but that he would call me, and that I
would know where he was anyway, and you could 'report on his behavior' as he
put it."

	Sis pursed her lips.  "What else did he say?"

	"He said we can't live in each other's back pockets -- that we each
need our own lives.  How bad is that?"

	"It could be bad -- or it could be good," Sis mused.  "He's probably
right.  If it isn't him prepping you for a break-up, then it's a good thing,
because he's right -- you need to be able to balance things.  But you gave
him SOOO many reasons to run!"

	"Don't I know it!" I exclaimed.  "I just couldn't help it, Sis!"

	"Wait and see -- and don't push.  I think this is one of those 'if
you love him, set him free' kinds of things.  The worst thing you can do now
is cling to him.  Let him come back to you when he's ready," Sis advised.

	"Okay."  I could do that, because I honestly believed that despite
what I wanted, what HE wanted was more important.  But it wasn't going to be
fun -- I was scared to death!

	Then Sis waved her finger at me and said, "Promise me that if you
manage to make this work, you'll put in a good word for your big sister!"

	"I promise!" I swore.

Ronald:

	The day was busy and I buried Beatrice and worries about her under
the load of work I had to do.  I had two battalions checking out of Training
Area 14, which was literally dozens of square miles, and I needed to be sure
they'd policed up after themselves and not left the place trashed.  But their
various assembly areas were clean and a couple of favorite dumping grounds
were, too, so I released them and headed on back to the barn about seven p.m.
Jackson was waiting for me and Pete and Chet were apparently already on their
way to Frederick's.

	We got there with the rush, but Chet and Pete were already seated, so
we had no problems.  Bridgette swayed up in no time, saying, "Ho, Lord
Ronald!  Dost thou desire something to wet thine whistle?"

	"I do," I admitted, "The New York Ale, I think."

	"Coming right up.  And you, milord?" Bridgette addressed Jackson.

	"The same."

	"What about us?" Chet whined.

	Bridgette blinked.  "Hast thou not been served?"

	"No."

	"I shall alert Sylvie, milord."

	"Can't you...?"

	"This is Sylvie's table to tend, milord.  I asked her for the boon of
allowing me to serve Lord Ronald, but she needs her work -- and the pay that
comes of it."

	"You took Jackson's order!" Chet protested.

	"Aye, so I did.  I'll be handing it off to Sylvie to deal with.  Dost
thou not wish to see Sylvie?  I was under the impression that you found her
comely."

	"That doesn't mean she's quick," Chet grunted.

	Bridgette eyed him and I knew he'd fucked up.  "I'll be sure to
relate that criticism, milord."  She swept off.

	Jackson muttered, "Oh, shit..."

	Sylvie appeared less than a minute later.  "Forgive my tardiness,
milord.  May I take thine order?"  The room temperature dropped ten degrees
in her immediate vicinity, despite the appearance of civility.

	Chet ignored it and ordered his beer.  Sylvie took Pete's order,
thawing only slightly, then genuflected and said, "I will return to thine
august presences momentarily, lords."  Jackson and I shared a glance.

	Chet frowned.  "Now what?"

	I shrugged.  "It looks like maybe you pissed her off somehow..."

	Chet grunted.  "So where is Big Beatrice, your husky honey?"

	"She's off tonight," I related.

	"You keep track?" Chet chuckled.

	"You need to lay off Beatrice," Chet," I warned mildly.

	"Why?"

	Jackson took it up.  "Chet, would you talk about George's wife?  What
about Pete's girlfriend?"

	Chet grunted.  "No, but..."  The lights came on -- some of them,
anyway.  He swung to me.  "Hold it -- you're fucking that?"

	"Chet..." I murmured.

	"Are you shitting me?  That porker?  What's she weigh, anyway?  Two-
fifty?"

	"Chet..."

	"I can't BELIEVE you're fucking that!  It was a mercy fuck, right?
You just gave her a little something because you were drunk and she was easy,
right?  You aren't doing that hog regularly, are you?"

	"Chet..."  Things were going a bit beyond...

	"Jeezus!  Don't you have ANY standards?  What was it, closing time?"

	"Chet..."

	"You've seen her naked, right?  How did you figure out which crease
to hit?  Did you roll her in flour and go for..."

	POW!  Suddenly Chet's head rocked to an impact -- and I discovered
that my hand hurt...

	Chet's eyes crossed.  "The... wet... sp..."  He flopped over against
Jackson, who pushed him back against the booth's side wall.

	"Some people never learn," Jackson mused.

	I looked around -- no one seemed to have noticed.  I shook my hand
out.  "Damn, that hurt!"

	Pete said quietly, "I'm guessing she's your girlfriend?"

	"Since about Monday," I confirmed.

	"Ol' Chet can be a little dense..."

	"Ya think?" I snorted.  Jackson burst out laughing.

	Sylvie showed up with two tankards.  "What happened to him?"

	"He's resting," I replied.

	"He had an accident," Jackson replied simultaneously.  "I think he's
going to need some ice."

	Bridgette appeared at that point.  "Lord Chet was loudly discussing
my sister's looks and habits and he tripped and fell against Lord Ron's fist.
Twas an accident."

	Sylvie eyed Chet, who was still out of it.  "I've heard him before."

	"He says nice things about you," I noted.

	"So?"  She eyed me.  "You don't."

	"You're not to my taste, Lass.  I hope I wasn't rude about it."

	"Boys will be boys, I'm told."  There was no forgiveness in her.  I
couldn't remember anything serious, but...

	"Please accept my apologies, if I offended, Lass," I ventured.

	"Do men always discuss women as if they were meat?" Sylvie snapped.
"Is sex all ye think about?"

	I grimaced.  "There are conditions, Lass.  The first usually has
something to do with privacy.  The second general requirement has to do with
whether the lady is attached to one of the men or not -- that was the issue
that put Chet to sleep.  The third would have to do with the fact that the
males involved are probably doing without sex.  That tends to make it top
priority.  I know not what you overheard..."

	"Something about being breakable like a bundle of sticks..."  Sylvie
snarled.

	"Ah.  Aye that would have been me.  I apologize."

	"That one," Sylvie pointed at Chet, "was comparing Beatrice to a
hog!"

	"A habit Ronald is attempting to break him of, Lass," Jackson
interjected, "given that she and Ronald are seeing one another."

	"Oh?"  Sylvie eyed me.  "Well, at least she knows."  Bridgette
tittered.  Sylvie eyed Chet.  "I'll get some ice."  She headed off.

	"She knows what?" I wondered aloud.

	"She knows what you said about her during that conversation,"
Bridgette supplied.

	I frowned.  "How did that happen, anyway?"

	Bridgette pulled an earphone out of her ear and waved it, then stuck
it back in.  "We're plugged into the kitchen among other things.  One of the
waitresses was having trouble with hers and tossed it down in the next booth
over.  Sylvie overheard, and tuned Beatrice in."

	"Ah," I grunted.  "Well, the damage is done where Sylvie is
concerned.  As for Beatrice..."

	"She was thrilled to death, Lord, that thou came to her defence!"

	"I probably said..."

	"Not all of us are as prickly about such things as Sylvie, Lord.
Beatrice accepted your compliments in the spirit that they were given,"
Bridgette assured me.

	Chet started moaning.  "Wha' happened?"  He rubbed his jaw.  Sylvie
appeared with some ice in a plastic bag, but did not stay.

	"Simply put, Chet, you don't know when to shut up.  After you
insulted Ron's girlfriend constantly for a couple of minutes running, Ron
punished you for it," Jackson advised him.  "Given the way you were going on,
it was a measured response."

	Chet gazed at me in surprise.  "You hit me?" he asked, his voice
muffled by the ice bag that he held to his jaw.

	"I couldn't seem to get your attention," I said mildly.  "I'm sorry
-- and I'm not.  You were being an asshole."

	"You're dating Beatrice."  Chet's eyes closed and he grimaced in
pain.  After a moment, he opened one and said, "Do I ask?"

	"The results speak for themselves, I think," I replied.  I turned my
head.  "Run along, Bridgette, so I can be as clear and rude as I need to be
to make Chet, here, understand when I describe your sister's many fine
qualities."

	"Oh, go on, Lord!  I can't wait to hear myself!" Bridgette retorted.

	"All right," I eyed her for a moment and turned to Chet.  "Beatrice
exceeded my already elevated expectations by an order of magnitude.  I hope
she doesn't fuck me to death, but if she does, I'll die happy!"  Everybody
but Chet laughed -- including Bridgette.

	"Sorry," he croaked, "I just couldn't..."

	"Have you ever tried it?" I asked.

	"No."

	"Then you don't know.  Looks aren't everything.  There is temperament
and attitude and probably a dozen other things -- not that I have any problem
with Beatrice's looks."  I avoided glancing at Bridgette.  "I, personally,
subscribe to the notion that supermodels are display pieces, not anything you
want to decorate your bed.  They're just too fragile.  I like my women robust
enough that they come back for more and don't stagger off broken."

	"Yeah, well..." Chet mumbled.

	I turned to Bridgette.  "YOU keep your mouth shut!"

	"Yes, Lord!" Bridgette tittered.

	I glanced around, then turned to Chet, "Do you ever wonder where
Sylvie keeps her tits?  I suspect that Victoria's Secret doesn't even know!
What about her ass?  If it wasn't for her attitude -- which I consider to be
bad, but definitely feminine -- I would wonder if she was a boy or not!  I've
heard that more than a handful is a waste, and maybe it's true, but I'd like
to HAVE that handful!"

	In the background, Bridgette tittered again.  "If you're a good boy,
I might think about teaching you the error of your ways sometime!" she
announced.  "I'm off -- tables to attend to."

	"She's kidding, right?" Chet shuddered.

	"You'll never know," I deadpanned.

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