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Yorkie Breeder

By: JimBob44



*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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Chapter 1

Clark Duhon looked out his living room window as the young girl pedaled her bicycle past Rodney Boudreaux's house again. He smiled sadly; Rodney Boudreaux most likely did not even notice the girl.

He knew, if Rodney did happen to come out on this already quite humid April day, the girl would act as if it was a total surprise; she had no idea he lived there, how was it going, ready for school to finally end yet?

Clark knew all of this because he had done the same thing, rode his 12-speed bicycle back and forth in front of Tanya (It's Taan-yuh, not Tuhn yuh) Simon's house until her older brother came outside and threatened to kick his ass.

"You could try," Clark had smiled, which did not sit well with Bobby Simon at all.

Bobby threw a punch and Clark blocked it and bent the arm backward until Bobby was sobbing and begging for Clark to let him go. And Tanya never did come out of the house.

Clark finished making his lunch, saw that the small kitchen garbage can was full and decided to take the trash out.

Adrian, his female Yorkie, ever the sneaky little bitch, snuck out when Clark opened the side door, saw the girl pedal past and ran after her, yapping.

"Adrian, no!" Clark hollered, startling the girl, who ran into the rear of his Toyota.

"Bad!" Clark fussed as Adrian scrambled all over the girl. "Bad girl!"

The girl looked up at Clark, still dazed as Adrian licked at her face.

"Miss I am so sorry; she got out," Clark said. "Are you all right?"

"Uh yeah, I think so, but how'd you know my name?" the girl asked, now holding onto the still frantically licking, wiggling beast.

"Huh?" Clark asked, taking Adrian from the girl's hands.

"You yelled at me and that's when I ran into the car," the girl said.

"Huh? No, no, I was yelling at Adrian," Clark said.

"And that's my name," the girl said.

"Oh!" Clark laughed. "No, no, I was yelling at her. See, she's Adrian and inside I've got Rocky, her boyfriend."

"Oh, like those Rocky movies!" Adrian Zeno said. "That's why my dad named me Adrian; he's a huge Rocky fan."

"Here, Adrian, let me help you up," Clark smiled.

"He wondered if the girl knew that her sprawled position had let her shorts gape open and he was looking at her plain white cotton covered crotch. She was a cute girl, with shoulder length brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a few pimples across her face, small breasts, flat stomach and muscular legs

"Rodney Boudreaux is a lucky son of a bitch," Clark thought to himself as the girl pushed her glasses up her small nose and accepted his hand.

"And Rodney Boudreaux would never ever even know this girl is alive," Clark thought sadly. She wore glasses and her breasts were not pneumatic torpedoes on her thin frame. The pale pink tee shirt let him see that they were definitely a handful, but, judging from the parade of blonde girls that traipsed in and out of the Boudreaux house, this girl would never grace Rodney's arm.

"Well, uh, I uh I guess I better be going," the girl said, giving Rodney's house a lingering look. "Bye Adrian, bye!"

"I uh, I just finished making some vegetarian chili," Clark offered. "If you'd like to come in and then you can meet Rocky too."

Clark realized, just as soon as he said it, how creepy his offer sounded.

"You can call your mom, let her know where you are," he amended, pulling his cell phone out and offering it to her.

"You sure?" Adrian asked, reaching out for the phone.

"Hi Mom? Listen, I'm at..." the girl said and looked at Clark.

"Clark Duhon," Clark said, pointing to the mailbox which bore his last name.

"Mr. Duhon's house, its twelve seventeen Spring Road," Adrian said.

"No Mom, I just wanted you to know where I'm at, okay, yeah, this is his cell phone," the girl said. "No, no, don't save me any, okay, love you bye."

"She wanted to know if I wanted any of her leftover meatloaf for lunch," the girl explained as she parked her bicycle next to his garage, out of sight from the street. 

Just to be safe, though, she did lock it.

Rocky came to see who the intruder was and immediately began his shrill barking, which started Adrian on her shrill barking.

"You want cheese on it?" Clark asked as he ladled out two bowls of the steaming hot chili.

"Yes sir," the girl said from her kneeling position on the floor.

"Oh Kay," Clark groaned.

Her position had her shorts gaping open again, exposing her white panties, which were actually a modest thong, and had her tee shirt billowing open and he was able to see her plain white bra

"And you can wash your hands right here," Clark offered and she did so.

Clark opened a sleeve of crackers and poured them both a glass of iced tea.

"I thought you said this was vegetarian," the girl said.

"It is," Clark said

"Nuh uh, tastes too good to be vegetarian," Adrian said.

"Reason my mom's got leftover meatloaf," Adrian divulged as she ate a third bowl of the chili, "Is it was too salty first time and we couldn't eat it."

"Too much salt can ruin a good meatloaf," Clark agreed. "Only reason I made vegetarian chili is I wanted to use up the tofu and the zucchini and squash."

"There's tofu in this?" Adrian looked as if she was going to be ill.

"Oh stop it," Clark chided her. "That's your third bowl and you haven't dropped dead yet."

"So, you go to school with Rodney?" Clark asked as she finished off the third bowl and put it in his sink.

"Uh, Rodney?" Adrian asked, hot blush coming across her face.

"Lives across the street; you gave your mom his address even though you were looking right at my mailbox," Clark chuckled.

"Yes sir," Adrian admitted.

"Handsome young man," Clark agreed.

"Yeah, not like he'd ever notice me," Adrian said dejectedly. "He's got DebbiAnn Phillips."

"Blonde of the month? Yes, she really is a pretty young lady," Clark agreed. "But so are you."

"So um, what you do?" Adrian asked as she gulped her second glass of iced tea.

"Oh, I live a very exciting life," Clark smiled. "I'm an accountant."

"That doesn't sound all that exciting," Adrian said.

"It's not. Except for this time of the year; tax day is right around the corner," Clark said and spooned the leftover chili into a large Tupperware container. "And I breed Yorkies on the side."

"When Clark's second wife Emily had been killed by a drunk driver, Emily's sister had given Clark a Yorkshire Terrier. Sugarpea had kissed Clark, loved Clark, followed Clark around. The little beast had literally saved Clark's life. So Clark decided to breed the loving little animals on the side.

Sugarpea had been twelve years old when Stella had given her to Clark and had lived another four years. Clark didn't know if he had cried as much at Emily's funeral as he did as he dug Sugarpea's grave in his back yard.

"Oh, that's cool!" Adrian perked up.

"Yep, another couple of weeks and we'll have about four or five little brats running around here," Clark said.

"Oh!" Adrian said.

The girl lingered around for about an hour, then left. The moment she was out of sight, Clark went into the darkened living room, turned on his television and hit 'Disc 3' on his DVD turntable.

First there was a blue screen and then "Anal Teen Sluts" started playing.

He fast forwarded through the first four vignettes until he reached the one of the brunette 'teen' who looked suspiciously like she was in her thirties, as the girl pedaled her bicycle.

"Wow, that looks hard on your butt," a man quipped, looking at the 'teen' girl's bicycle saddle.

"No, know what's hard on the butt? A big hard cock," the teen said and the scene dissolved then came up again with the man pounding the woman's greasy anus.

Clark watched until the man pulled out and sprayed the woman's ass and back with an extraordinary amount of semen.

Then he watched a cute girl that actually did look like she might be a teen, early twenties at the oldest as she took two cocks in her gaping anus at the same time.

The next day, outside of St. Richard's Catholic Church, Clark shook his head in disgust as Rodney Boudreaux simply got out of his car and let his blonde girlfriend get her own door, and then scramble to keep up with him.

"Well, if she's willing to let you treat her like shit, who am I to say anything?" Clark asked himself as he sat in a pew.

"That's the old homo lives across the street," Rodney whispered to DebbiAnn Phillips. "Fucking fag; should see him with his little doggies."

"Oh, I love dogs," DebbiAnn said.

"Yeah, think these are Yorkies or poodles or something stupid like that," Rodney laughed.

After Mass, Clark did his weekly grocery shopping, and then returned home. He was surprised to see Adrian Zeno pedaling listlessly back and forth in front of Rodney's house again.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. "I uh, I knocked; I could hear Rocky and Adrian barking like crazy but..."

"I was at Mass," Clark smiled.

"Oh wow, that your car?" Adrian asked, seeing the 1965 Mustang Clark drove on the weekends.

"Uh huh," Clark said, digging his groceries out of the trunk. "Came to see the bad dogs again?"

"That all right?" Adrian asked.

"Sure," Clark smiled and unlocked the side door.

"So what's Mom cooking for lunch today?" Clark asked as he set aside two chicken breasts.

"You don't want to know," Adrian said, again getting down on all fours to play with the two yapping animals.

Clark held back his groan; her shorts were a little shorter and a little tighter today, showing a very cute little bubble butt.

He made quick work of preparing the chicken breasts and some broccoli florets.

"So how'd you learn to cook?" Adrian asked as they sat down to eat.

"Mom was an unbelievable Cajun cook, then when my wife died, didn't have anyone else to cook for me," Clark shrugged. 

"Aw!" the girl sympathized.

"Ah yeah, well, it's been a while," Clark said.

"So you got a girlfriend?" Adrian asked as she put her dish in the sink.

"Nope, don't have any cute girls riding their bikes in front of my house," Clark joked.

"Yes you do!" Adrian crowed.

"Oh boy!" Clark laughed.

"So what you fixing to do?" Adrian asked as he cleaned up the kitchen.

"Watch some porn, probably anal, either that or lesbian, whack off, feel like a loser for having to pull my pud instead of finding some cute girl to fuck, eat dinner, whack off again, then go to bed, get up tomorrow, go to work, spend my whole day wondering what the fuck's wrong with me," Clark almost said, but shrugged.

"Probably just watch some TV, about it; I'm really not a very exciting guy," Clark admitted.

"Oh, okay," the girl said.

Clark walked into the living room, Adrian, Rocky, and Adrian Zeno right behind him.

"Excuse me, got to go potty," Clark said and hurried to the bathroom.

"No!" he almost screamed as he heard his television come on.

He knew it was still in DVD Mode and he knew it was halfway through "Strap On Sweethearts," a DVD that combined two of his fetishes, anal sex and lesbianism.

He dawdled in the bathroom for as long as he could, sure that Adrian had probably bolted from the house. Then he had a worrying thought; if she did bolt from the house, suppose she left the door open? His dogs would be running around outside, only to be struck by an automobile or snatched by someone.

"You um, I uh I turned on the television and this was on," Adrian defended as she watched two young girls kissing frantically as the blonde pounded the brunette's ass with a massive dildo.

"I uh, yeah, I was watching it earlier," Clark confessed.

"You got anything else? This is kind of 'ew'," Adrian asked.

Clark named some of the mainstream movies he had.

"No, no, I mean, like you got anything but girls doing it?" Adrian asked, face blushing hotly.

"I uh, let's see," Clark said and hit 'Disc 3' on the DVD remote control.

Adrian looked stunned at the title, then watched as a woman that looked like she had children that were teenagers; putting your hair into two pony-tails does not make you a teenager, jamming a large rubber dong into her anus.

"Tina, I'm home," a male's voice called out off camera.

"Oh thank goodness Daddy; if I don't get a real cock up my ass I'm going to go crazy," the woman called back.

"Oh, can't have my baby girl doing that, now can I?" a man that looked younger than the woman smiled as he pulled off his tie.

"Uh!" Adrian said, eyes bulging behind her glasses as 'Tina' took a pretty hard sodomizing from 'Daddy.'

The second vignette began, showing a 'cheerleader' flipping up the back of her pleated skirt to show three 'football players' that she wore no panties.

"Gee Becky, there's three of us," one football player said as he stripped off his uniform.

"Uh, yeah, Brad, theres' one of me and one of me's got three holes," Becky responded.

"All right!" another football player said. "My girlfriend won't let me fuck her up her ass."

"Girl don't know what she's missing," Becky laughed and started sucking his cock.

"Ew gross!" Adrian said as the camera showed one of the young men tonguing the girl's anus.

"What's gross about it?" Clark asked.

"Well, shit comes out of there!" Adrian said.

"Uh huh, and you wipe, right?" Clark asked.

"Well, yeah but..." Adrian said.

"I mean, pee comes out of your pussy; is it gross to lick that?" Clark pressed.

"Well, no but..." Adrian stammered, blushing hotly at the lewd conversation.

"And pee comes out of my cock so I guess it would be gross to put my cock in your mouth?" Clark went on.

He knew he should stop; the girl was only eighteen, would be graduating high school soon.

"Well I uh, I don't know; I mean I've never..." Adrian admitted. "I've never even kissed a guy, you know?"

"As pretty as you are?" Clark said and watched as the cheerleader groaned in orgasm while a football player squirted a great deal of semen onto her raw anus.

"Mister, maybe you need these," Adrian joked, taking off her glasses and handing them to Clark.

"Thanks, got my own," Clark said, showing her he was wearing glasses.

After the third vignette started, which showed two girls tonguing each other's anuses, Adrian fidgeted uncomfortably.

"You uh, you got anything else?" she asked

"Let's see," Clark said and hit Disc 1 on his remote control.

"Cum Hungry Sluts" started and Adrian sat and watched girl after girl eating an inhuman amount of semen from multiple cocks and from other women's vaginas.

"I uh, I can use your bathroom?" Adrian asked, blushing hotly.

"Uh huh, right there," Clark pointed and the girl scampered into the bathroom.

Clark looked at the clock and saw that it was almost three o'clock.

He threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave, poured the popcorn into a large bowl and brought it back.

"God, I love popcorn," Adrian enthused.

"Uh huh, and so do these little brats," Clark said as he tossed two kernels to the two dogs.

"You um, you really think I'm pretty?" Adrian asked as they continued to watch the video.

"Which I was twenty years younger," Clark admitted.

"You um, you're not old," she stammered.

"Older than you," Clark sighed, rubbing his bald head to prove his point.

"Lesbian Cheerleaders" started and again Adrian fidgeted uncomfortably so Clark found a DVD of shaving and put that into the player.

"Um, why you like that?" Adrian asked as they watched two men shaving one woman's crotch bare, then both men fucking her.

"Looks sexy and it's a whole lot neater than pulling hair out of my teeth," Clark said.

After Adrian used his bathroom a second time, she left. Clark pulled his aching cock out and gave it two hard pulls then spurted a hot sticky load of semen.

Chapter 2

The work week kept Clark quite busy; most of his clients waited until the lat minute to do their taxes. Most of them actually tried to do them themselves, and then needed him to clean up their messes.

So he was quite weary when he dragged himself home that Friday night.

"Hi, um, I listen, if I'm being a bother you need to let me know, Adrian Zeno said as he wearily got out of his car.

"A pretty eighteen year old girl comes over to my house and wants to know if she's a bother?" Clark smiled. "No, you're not a bother."

Adrian and Rocky, the two Yorkies did not think Adrian Zeno was a bother either as she played with them and fed them their dinner while Clark changed into tee shirt and shorts. He then made a simple jambalaya of chicken and sausage.

"When my mom makes this it's always so overloaded with salt and then she tries to fix it by dumping a whole bunch of pepper in it," Adrian said.

"So tell me about school," Clark said. "You go to Northside, right? That's where I went too. Class of eighty five," Clark said.

"It sucks," Adrian said simply. "I mean, I can't wait to get out of there; I hate it, I don't have any friends and then they tell everyone I'm the valedictorian? They hate me even more."

After dinner, Adrian went straight to Clark's living room and started reading through his stack of DVD boxes.

"Why you got so much stuff about anal?" she asked.

"It's what I like, it's my house, it's my DVD player," Clark said, casually resting a hand on her hip as he reached up to pull down the older ones.

"And why they all got 'Sluts' or 'Whores' in them?" Adrian asked.

"Because not a whole lot of us perverts would buy 'Big Tit Good Girls,'" Clark chuckled.

"You're not a pervert," Adrian said.

"Oh?" Clark smiled. "Think nice guys have this much porn laying around?"

"I think you're a nice guy," Adrian said and kissed him clumsily.

A nice guy would gently, but firmly push the 2009 Northside High School Valedictorian away. A nice guy would gently, but firmly tell her he was twenty five years her senior.

A nice guy would not suck her tongue into his mouth, would not place his hand on her thirty two C breasts, and would not tug at her hard nipples. A nice guy would not help her out of her tee shirt and bra and suck on her sensitive nipples.

A nice guy, having gone this far, would have stopped the activities after blowing a load in his shorts. A nice guy would not stick his hand inside of an innocent girl's panties and rub up and down her wet slit, find her little nub and rub her to an orgasm.

Clark spent a somewhat restless night, sure that David Zeno, Adrian's father, would be pounding on his door at any moment.

But it was Adrian that knocked on his door the next morning, which of course, set Rocky and Adrian on a barking frenzy.

"Hi, ooh, that looks good," Adrian said, looking at the onion and bell pepper and potato hash he was cooking in a cast iron skillet.

"Eh, it's all right," he joked and turned to say something.

She kissed him hotly, jamming her tongue into his mouth, rubbing her braless breasts against him.

"Wow, good morning!" he said and she giggled happily.

"Uh, forget something this morning?" he asked, cupping her breasts through her tee shirt.

"No, they're in my purse," she laughed.

"They're..." he asked and she unzipped her blue jeans to show him that she was without panties, the tuft of brown hair just visible before she giggled and zipped her jeans up.

"How lung until that's ready?" she asked, kissing him again.

"Three, four minutes, long enough for me to cook up some eggs," he said.

"Now, how you do that?" she asked as she slurped up the eggs. "Whenever my mom tries cook them sunny side up like that, she gets them all runny and the yolk's usually all broken too."

"Practice," he shrugged. And making sure the pan's good and hot first."

Just as soon as she was finished shoveling the food in her mouth, Adrian went to the living room. Clark cleaned up the dishes and scraped the hash from the sides of the pan; his favorite part then went into his living room.


Yorkie Breeder



Adrian stood, nude, looking through his DVD collection again.

Clark stood and admired her beauty for a moment before she noticed him. She smiled self-consciously, blushing.

"I just got to, you have to let me have a taste," Clark begged and reached between her legs to find her pussy already slick with excitement.

He sucked her essence off of his finger, sighing appreciatively.

They kissed for a few minutes, him rubbing his hands over her nude body, paying a lot of attention to her firm, tight buttocks.

Adrian watched with real interest as Clark stripped out of his tee shirt and shorts, eyes opening wide at the sight of his erect, drooling penis.

Even at age forty two, Clark was not embarrassed to strip in front of an eighteen year old girl; he did one hundred sit ups and one hundred pushups every morning His blonde hair might be just a fringe around his head, but his five foot ten inch frame was that of a much younger man.

"Now what we do?" Adrian asked in a hoarse whisper.

A nice guy would have put a stop to it at that moment.

"Then we sit on the couch and let me eat you," Clark answered, his own voice quite hoarse.

She peered through her glasses as he knelt on the floor between her splayed legs and gasped as he licked through the sparse brown hair, making contact with her outer lips.

"mmm!" she moaned when he blew on her inner lips.

Within moments, she was hunching her pubic mound against his face, then stiffened and moaned loudly in orgasm.

Clark licked and sucked her pussy to a second orgasm, then pulled her legs forward, which put her anus within easier access.

"Oh!" she loudly gasped as his tongue tickled her anus.

Clark licked at her tight ring, trying to force his tongue inside of her, then brought up his index finger and wet it by running the finger up and down her wet slit, then again found her small clitoris with his mouth while slowly running the tip of his finger around her anus.

"Oh!" she gasped, hands pressing hard at his head.

He forced the tip of his finger into her anal passage, fucked it in and out a few times, and then forced it a little further into her.

Oh! Mmm! Oh!" Adrian shuddered in orgasm as Clark sucked her clitoris and fucked his finger in and out of her anus.

He pulled out of her anus and wet his middle finger in her drooling slit, forced his first finger back in and began to introduce his second finger as well.

She was limp by the time Clark had sucked her pussy to her sixth orgasm and barely reacted when he inserted a third finger to her stretched anus.

She smiled weakly at him when he pulled himself (somewhat stiffly) from his kneeling position and pulled himself onto the couch next to her.

"Oh wow," she gasped.

"Uh huh," he said, his cock throbbing, aching for release.

"We um, what we do now?" she asked, her recovery time very rapid.

"You liked when I put my mouth on your pussy?" he asked, indicating his throbbing cock.

"I uh, I ain't never done this before," she admitted, gripping his cock at the base.

"First time I'm probably going to come right away," he warned. "Best thing you can do is just swallow as quick as you can, okay?"

He surprised himself by lasting almost three seconds after she put her mouth around the head of his cock. The first blast spurted forcefully and she jerked her head off, getting two more spurts into her face before she sat upright, staring at his cock in disbelief.

"Told you," he chuckled, got to shaky legs, and went to the small bathroom.

He wet a face cloth, came back into the living room, and gently sponged Adrian's face clean of his semen

"My mom put me on the pill minute I had my first period," Adrian whispered in an open invitation.

She looked around his Spartan bedroom with curiosity; there was only a bed, a chest of drawers, and a nightstand.

"Can tell I need a woman's touch," Clark smiled.

"I kind of like it, I mean, it's a lot like you," Adrian said.

"Plain and boring?" he joked.

"You're not boring," she corrected and kissed him.

Again he used his hands on her, kneading her breasts, pulling her nipples, rubbing her pubic mound, then flipping her onto her tummy and rubbing, nibbling, biting her shoulders, down her spine, to her buttocks.

Clark reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a large tube of lubricant.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Lube," he answered and poured a generous dollop onto his finger.

"Oh, ooh, uh!" she moaned, and then grunted as he slowly pushed his finger into her anus.

Soon he was corkscrewing two greasy fingers, then three fingers and deemed that Ms. Adrian Zeno was ready to be corn holed.

"What you doing?" she asked as he lay on his back, greasing up his hard cock.

"I'm letting you set the pace," he explained. "Here, you straddle me, okay?"

It took a moment, but soon Adrian got the idea. She straddled his hips, reached behind her and guided his cock to her now very tightly clenched anus.

"Ow!" she cried out as his head pressed a millimeter into her tight hole.

"Relax," he said, even though he knew saying 'relax' would not make her relax one bit.

"Oh, ow, no, no, it hurts!" she protested.

"Just wait," Clark ordered. "Damn, you had three of my fingers up there and three of my fingers is a lot bigger than my cock."

"No, no, it hurts too much," she whined and struggled against his embrace.

Her knee slipped on his satin comforter and suddenly his entire length was jammed into her anal cavity.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, trying to pull herself off of him

Suddenly Clark stiffened and unleashed his sperm deep into her bowels.

Fucking ass hole!" she screamed when she got her footing and pulled herself forward, popping his cock out of her very tightly clenched rectum.

"How am I a fucking ass hole?" he asked. "You slipped; my cock went up your ass."

She didn't answer, just flounced out of his bedroom. Clark got to unsteady footing, found his robe and slipped it on just in time to hear the side door slam shut.

Rocky and Adrian were happy to get outside and cavort about in the back yard. Clark kept one ear toward the front of his house, listening for the screech of brakes, someone pounding on his door. Those sounds never came and he fixed himself a late lunch, remembered with a shock that he still had his own taxes to prepare and set out doing just that.

He then had a light supper made sure that all the doors were tightly locked and went to bed.

Chapter 3

The next day, after Mass and after grocery shopping, Adrian Zeno was the last person Clark expected to see waiting for him to get home. David Zeno, or her mother Maggie Zeno, yes, but not Adrian Zeno.

But she was sitting on the step right by his side door and smiled when he pulled up in his Mustang.

This time, he showed her how to suck his cock without her teeth scraping his cock raw. He lasted nearly a minute and this time he firmly held her head down on his cock while he spurted his load into her mouth.

He licked her pussy to three orgasms all while fucking his middle finger in and out of her anus.

He introduced a second finger to her rectum and a finger to her pussy and pinched down on her clitoris just as she orgasmed a fourth time.

Then he sat up, pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, and showed her that he was greasing his cock.

"This time, I'll control the speed," he said.

"I don't like that; it hurts," she protested.

"Oh, okay," he said and got to his feet.

"What? Where are you going?" she asked.

"What? We're finished here," he said. "But you probably got a bunch of homework to do anyway, right?"

"Wait, what? I mean we..." she stammered.

Clark knew he should feel bad about manipulating a girl's feeling to get what he wanted, but she was the one that came into his house, she was the one that willingly took off her clothes and sat her cute little ass on his couch.

And Adrian Zeno had seen enough of his pornography collection to know, he had a real anal fixation.

"Um, go real slow and if it hurts too much..." Adrian offered.

"No, Adrian, it's going to hurt a bit; that's just how it is," Clark sighed, beginning to lose his erection.

"But why you can't just fuck me in the pussy?" Adrian asked.

"Because I want to fuck you in the ass; I'm an ass man, I like anal sex," he said.

She was unhappy as she got dressed and several times Clark almost told her to stop; he would fuck her in the vanilla, ordinary way, but reasoned this was probably better anyway. Adrian was only eighteen years old and had no business being in his house anyway.

He sat down and drank a beer while Rocky and Adrian romped around in the back yard, then went back inside and began to make dinner.

A light rapping at his side door started Rocky and Adrian on a barking frenzy and he opened it to find Adrian smiling uncertainly up at him.

"Hey, getting ready to have dinner," he said.

"Oh, I already ate; my mom made us pork chops; she's not too bad at pork chops," Adrian said.

"Your uh, your parents aren't worried you're over at a forty two year old man's house?" Clark asked as she knelt on the floor and played with his dogs.

"No, told them I'm playing with your dogs, which is the truth," she answered.

She sat up.

"They know I love dogs, but my baby brother's allergic; he's autistic and dander really affects him bad," she admitted.

After he'd finished his dinner, she scampered into the living room and removed her clothes. He rubbed her pussy while she sucked his cock and this time he did not have to hold her head down; she swallowed his load. She was disappointed when he told her it was time to go but had to agree he was right; tomorrow was a school day.

She did not pop up the following weekend, which was fine by Clark; the tax rush was on full force and he barely had time to pick his head up. Then just as that madness died down slightly, his Yorkie Adrian gave birth to her litter.

Adrian Zeno showed up Saturday morning, just as Clark was putting the lid on his mushroom and tomato omelet. Emily had showed him that trick; it makes the omelet really plump up.

"Ew mushrooms?" Adrian asked when he asked if she wanted an omelet.

"Fine," Clark said and ate with relish.

"So what you fixing to do?" she asked, already unbuttoning her blouse.

"Thought I'd have anal sex with this really pretty eighteen year old girl," he suggested and she beamed.

"I don't like it but I thought since you do it probably won't kill me," she admitted.

"So where were you last weekend?" he asked her as they kissed and touched each other.

"Fucking time of the month," she groused. "God, couldn't even get off the couch, I swear!"

Again she sucked his cock while he played with her wet pussy and her tight anus. Then she, without being told to, scooted her butt forward, bringing both anus and pussy within easy reach of his mouth and fingers.

He licked up and down her slit, then spread her inner lips apart with his thumbs and licked along the inner walls as far as his tongue would reach. The moment he found her clitoris with his tongue, he wasted no time in sliding a finger into her anus.

By her third orgasm, he was fucking two fingers in and out of her ass and she was writhing and groaning.

Again, he let her see him greasing up his cock.

She clenched up the moment his cock head pressed against her anus and he played with her breasts and tugged at her nipples, then pushed his hips forward slightly.

"Uh!" she grunted as a few millimeters of his cock gained entry.

He sucked on one, then the other nipple and played with her pussy. When he pinched her clitoris lightly, she jerked and his cock popped in past her sphincter. She grunted a sharp intake of breath and shuddered slightly.

He continued to play with her breasts, every now and then kissing her slack mouth. All the while, he also played with her pussy. Her legs were rolling, thrashing lightly, so he grabbed her ankles and brought them up to his shoulders.

"Ooohh!" she let out a long sigh as he wiggled his hips and drove another inch of himself into her tight anal sheath.

Clark was glad that he'd remembered to put one of his throw pillows on the floor; this did minimize his discomfort.

Beads of sweat had popped out on her forehead and she held her eyes tightly shut. Her cute little mouth was still open in a silent gasp and he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Uh!" she grunted loudly as he again pinched her clitoris and slid almost all of his fat seven inches into her back door.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

She took a shuddering breath and nodded her head.

"Ooh, oh God that feels weird," she grunted as he slowly pulled his cock out.

"Uh, ah shit!" she cried out as he slid back in and again rubbed her little clitoris.

"Shit!" she screamed as an orgasm pummeled through her body.

Her jerking in orgasm drove the last inch of his cock into her and he held still while she shook.

"God that really feels..." she protested as he slowly pulled out of her until just the head rested inside her anal passage.

He wiggled his hips from side to side and more beads of sweat popped on her forehead. She let out another groan as he slowly slid back into her until once again, his hips rested firmly against her buttocks.

He was glad she had sucked him to climax earlier; he was able to last for a few minutes of slow and steady in and out pumping. He punctuated each movement with small wiggles of his hips. The whole while, he kept playing with her breasts and her wet slit and clitoris.

Then he made the mistake of looking down as she shook in another orgasm.

His cock was balls deep in an eighteen year old girl's stretched pink anus and he groaned in delight as he emptied his balls into her.

This seemed to trigger another orgasm and she gave a guttural bark as she shook. Her sphincter squeezed and milked more of his semen and he strained mightily to keep from falling over on top of her. He also strained against the urge to start thrusting in and out of her raw rectum.

"Oh!" he finally moaned and slowly began to pull out of her.

Adrian also let out a moan as his cock popped out of her raw, slimy rectum.

"Wait right there," he ordered and grunted as he got to his feet.

He wet a face cloth and also grabbed a towel from the bathroom.

"Here, Sweetheart," Clark smiled and dabbed her anus clean. 

Then he folded up the towel and urged her to sit on that.

She smirked as he turned on the television and "Anal Teen Sluts" began to play, in the middle of the eight vignette.

"Oh, thanks!" she said when he returned and handed her a glass of iced tea.

He switched the player over to the DVD of shaving and they sat and watched as two girls shaved the crotch of a third girl, then took turns licking her to an obviously simulated orgasm.

"You think I ought to do that?" she asked as another vignettes started, showing a blonde shaving herself, interrupting the shaving to masturbate with a large dildo.

"Honestly? No; your pussy is too pretty just like it is," Clark said and she smiled then groaned as some semen dribbled out of her still quite stretched anus.

He fixed them a large salad for lunch and smiled as she poured an unhealthy amount of Ranch dressing onto the salad.

"Cum Hungry Sluts" started to play and Clark looked over to see a ring of salad dressing around Adrian's pretty little face and he smiled, his cock growing.

"Oh shit!" Adrian suddenly said. "I got to go; my mom wants to go shopping and needs me to watch my brother."

She ran into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door, then ran back into the living room and began to dress.

"Bye," she said, then left his house.

Clark dressed in ragged clothes and started up his lawnmower. He looked across the street; Rodney and DebbiAnn were busily washing Rodney's car, an early graduation gift from his parents. Clark knew his parents could ill afford the car; he did their taxes every year. But, affordable or not, Clark did enjoy watching DebbiAnn's cute backside jiggle and wiggle as she soaped up the automobile. The sight of her large breasts bobbling and wobbling in the miniscule top was also quite nice.

"Faggot's getting a boner looking at my package," Rodney chortled to DebbiAnn.

"How you know he's looking at you?" DebbiAnn asked and screamed as Rodney squirted her in the face with his hose.

Rodney squirted her again when she threw her soapy rag at him.

"Aw, come on!" Rodney yelled at her when she marched back into his house.

"You ass hole!" she screamed and slammed the door.

"Good for you Honey, don't need that boy's shit," Clark said and continued to mow his yard.

"Long fucking walk home, stupid bitch," Rodney yelled when DebbiAnn, now dressed in tee shirt and shorts came back out of his house.

"Which is why I'm giving her a ride," Mr. Frank Boudreaux snapped, coming out of the house. "Need to watch that mouth of yours, boy."

Clark gave a neighborly wave to Frank and smiled as Frank acknowledged him with a smile and wave. Rodney looked over his shoulder and scowled at Clark.

"Do it, boy," Clark thought as Rodney picked up the hose. "Looking for a good reason to knock the snot out of you."

Instead, Rodney rinsed off his car, and then set about drying it off.

Chapter 4

Maggie Zeno must have had a great deal of shopping to do, or just enjoyed being away from her autistic child because Adrian Zeno did not return to Clark's house until nearly eleven thirty the next day.

"What you making; that smells funny," she asked as she entered his kitchen.

"It's a humus wrap," he said. "You take some humus, obviously, then I put artichoke hears and roasted bell pepper and grilled onion and some jalapeno and roll it all up nice and tight."

They kissed for a few minutes, and then Adrian made a face as he put one wrap on a plate and handed it to her.

"Oh come on, you can eat your mother's cooking, you can at least try this," he laughed.

She took a hesitant bite and when that bite didn't kill her, took a second bite.

"Oh!" she said as she was chewing the last bite. "I took a shit last night? Thought I was going to fall off the toilet it burned so bad!"

Clark felt somewhat guilty about causing her pain so just let her suck him off while he fingered her pussy to orgasm. Then he introduced her to 'Sixty Nine' and she did seem to enjoy that.

"This mean I'm your girlfriend?" Adrian asked as they lay on his couch, lazily rubbing, stroking, and kissing each other.

"If I wasn't twenty five years older than you? Hell yeah and I'd be the happiest man in the world," Clark said and kissed her deeply.

"What's that got to do with..." she asked when he released her mouth.

"Thought you were going to Norman College in Texas?" he reminded her.

"Well, yeah, but until then..." she asked and took his slowly reviving cock into her hand.

"Until then, yeah, I guess you're my girlfriend," he said and she squealed happily and bent to suck his cock.

The next Friday, Adrian was babbling excitedly about the break up of Rodney Boudreaux and DebbiAnn Phillips. Rodney had not wasted any time in finding another blonde girl, this one a definite step down, in Clark's opinion. This was intensified by the fact that this new blonde smoked, had two tattoos that were readily visible and had a loud, grating laugh.

"Yeah, that's Pam Stuebbens," Adrian said. "She graduated last year but still kind of hangs around."

"Hmm, kind of sad, huh?" Clark asked and served her a plate of lasagna.

"Yeah, I mean, soon as I graduate? I am so out of there!" Adrian agreed.

And as soon as her plate was in the sink, Adrian was stripping out of her clothes.

They followed the familiar pattern, her sucking his cock and swallowing his seed while he finger fucked her to orgasm, then him kneeling on the floor and licking her to orgasm while jamming a slick finger, then two fingers into her rectum. But then he sat on the couch and again had her straddle his hips.




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"Nuh uh, don't," she whined when he started rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.

So he contented himself with playing with her breasts and sensitive nipples while she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

"Uh!" she grunted as his entire length was inside of her.

"Nuh uh, nun uh, nun uh," she protested as he again rubbed at her clitoris with his thumb.

"Ah uh ah!" she screamed as an orgasm suddenly welled up in her.

"Ah!" she screamed as a second orgasm pummeled her.

"Damn," she sighed weakly, then started to slowly pull herself up again.

"God that does feel so weird," she complained lightly and began to lower herself on his lap.

"Nuh uh, leave my pussy alone," she demanded as he began to play with her pussy again.

So he contented himself with playing with her tight buttocks, squeezing and lightly slapping them. She giggled and kissed him hotly, jamming her tongue into his mouth. This position, her leaning against him, brought her clitoris into contact with his coarse pubic hair.

"Uh ah!" she again screamed in orgasm and shook violently.

A second later, he could not help himself and thrust upward, spurting his hot seed into her bowels.

"Damn it; I got to go," she complained, kissed him dressed and left.

Clark wondered briefly what her mother would think if she found a load of semen in her daughter's panties and hoped, when Adrian had gone to the bathroom that she had voided her bowels of his semen.

Adrian did not return that Saturday and Clark spent a nervous, fidgety day. The nerves were further aggravated by Rodney and Pam washing Rodney's car, a task that required loud, droning and thumping music to be blasted from Rodney's car.

Chapter 5

In the girls' locker room inside the gymnasium of Northside High School, just three days before graduation, DebbiAnn Phillips sat on a bench and sobbed.

"Hey, you all right?" DebbiAnn heard a concerned girl's voice and looked up to see Adrian 'Zero' Zeno looking at her.

DebbiAnn's face still smarted where Rodney had slapped her. She couldn't see it, but Adrian could see the light pink mark of the slap.

DebbiAnn knew, if she told any of her so-called friends that she thought she was pregnant, it would be all over the school in milliseconds. How many times had she gleefully participated in maliciously spreading lies, rumors, and half-truths about her peers?

And worse yet, none of her friends would hesitate in tattling to DebbiAnn's mom. In fact, they would delight in it.

"No," DebbiAnn whispered.

"What's wrong?" Adrian asked and DebbiAnn looked up in shock as the girl put her arms around her in a consoling hug.

"I think, I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant," DebbiAnn whispered.

"Oh!" Adrian gasped.

"Please, please don't tell anyone..." DebbiAnn quickly begged.

"I won't," Adrian assured her then smiled sadly at DebbiAnn.

"I'm a nerd, remember?" Adrian said. "Who the fuck would ever listen to me anyway, right?"

"I'm sorry," DebbiAnn said sincerely. "If I ever called you that, I'm sorry."

"Uh, tripped me as I'm carrying my science project," Adrian reminded her.

DebbiAnn gasped and broke into fresh sobs.

"I'm sorry, oh God I'm so sorry, God what a bitch!" DebbiAnn sobbed out, clutching tightly to Adrian.

"It's all right; shit, it was last year," Adrian said.

"Still," DebbiAnn said.

A few moments later, Adrian said, "Now, you said you think you are. Why you think you are?"

"My period's like almost two months late, feel real sick, especially after eating anything, tits hurt, a lot," DebbiAnn said.

"Well, I feel sick after eating here too," Adrian joked and DebbiAnn slapped her lightly.

"But it does sound like you might be," Adrian said.

She pulled a cell phone out of her purse.

"Who you calling?" DebbiAnn asked, fearful that her new friend might not be the friend she thought she was that she was getting ready to start the gossip mill churning.

"Hey Baby? Hi, it's me," Adrian said.

"'Baby?'" DebbiAnn thought. "Who in the hell is Adrian Zero calling 'Baby?'"

"I got a friend kind of needs some help," Adrian said.

Adrian looked at her watch.

"Okay, see you," Adrian said and dropped the phone in her purse.

"Come on; you need to get anything? My boyfriend will be here in ten minutes," Adrian said.

"You have a boyfriend?" DebbiAnn asked, mystified.

"Yeah, he's a nerd, like me," Adrian smiled.

As they stood at the street and waited, DebbiAnn squeezed Adrian's hand.

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

"Well, yeah; we're friends; that's what friends do," Adrian shrugged.

DebbiAnn was silent. She and Adrian 'Zero' were not friends. Had Adrian confessed that she thought she might be pregnant; DebbiAnn would have screamed with laughter and spread it around the school that Adrian was pregnant. And to really make it hurtful, DebbiAnn would embellish that story; she might say that it was Adrian's older brother that had gotten the hapless girl pregnant.

A red 1965 Ford Mustang pulled up and DebbiAnn looked on in confusion; she recognized the car but didn't know exactly where she recognized it from.

"Hi, Baby, you remember DebbiAnn, huh?" Adrian said happily as she slid the passenger seat forward.

"Of course, how are you?" Clark smiled as a thoroughly confused DebbiAnn got into the back seat.

"Ooh, you look so handsome in a suit and tie,' Adrian said and kissed him hotly.

"Uh huh, whatever," Clark said. "So, what's up?" 

DebbiAnn thinks, Hey DebbiAnn I got to tell him, okay? DebbiAnn thinks she might be pregnant," Adrian said.

"Oh. Okay, let's see," Clark said and drove away from the school.

"Be right back," he said as he pulled in front of Schaub's Pharmacy.

"You um, he's your boyfriend?" DebbiAnn asked the moment Clark disappeared into the store.

"Yeah, I know, he's a little older than me, but God!" Adrian whispered hoarsely.

"I uh, well, I mean, Rodney says he's gay," DebbiAnn said.

"How would Rodney know? He fuck him?" Adrian asked defensively.

"Hey, I'm just saying; that's what Rodney says," DebbiAnn said quickly.

Clark came back, carrying a bag, got in, then drove them to his house.

"Oh and just wait until you meet Rocky and Adrian," Adrian said excitedly as Clark unlocked the side door.

Rocky and Adrian started with their loud yapping and Clark got out the pregnancy test and read the directions.

"Okay, it says for best..." "Oh."

There were two teenage asses wiggling and waggling as the two girls knelt on the floor and played with the two beasts. Adrian was slimmer and her butt was compact. DebbiAnn was rounder, not plump, but did possess a nice, plump bottom.

Adrian looked over her shoulder, realized what Clark was looking at and shot him a smile.

"He's looking at our butts," she informed DebbiAnn.

"Oh, hey!" DebbiAnn shrilled, sitting up and glaring at him.

"Anyway, as I was saying, it says for best results you're supposed to do it first urine in the morning," Clark said.

"I can't bring that home," DebbiAnn whispered, frightened. "MY mom would kill me she sees that."

"Well, it says for 'best' results, it doesn't say for 'only' results. You can do it at any time; it just might not be as accurate," Clark shrugged.

"What you do?" Adrian asked.

"Well, you initiate the stream, then catch it in the middle, then we pour it into the tray and wait about fifteen minutes," Clark said, showing them the kit's contents.

"Then what?" DebbiAnn asked.

"Well, it'll show either a 'Plus' or 'Minus' sign. Plus means positive, naturally," Clark said.

"Plus would mean I'm not pregnant, right?" DebbiAnn asked.

"No, Sweetie, Plus means you ARE pregnant," Clark said gently as Adrian shot her friend an incredulous look.

"And what you mean, 'catch it in the middle'?" DebbiAnn asked. "Suppose it splashes on the sides?"

"No, no, Sweetie," Clark said. "Catch it in the middle simply means you start peeing, then put the cup between your legs to catch the sample, then when you've got a sufficient amount of pee, you pull the cup out and put it on the counter while you finish peeing," Clark explained, keeping his face neutral.

"And then you pour it in the tray, cover it and wait about fifteen minutes," Adrian said. "Well, that sounds pretty easy."

"Yep, so easy an accountant can do it," Clark joked.

"Whatever," Adrian giggled and gave him a kiss.

Then she looked at the clock on his kitchen wall and gasped.

"Baby, I got to get home; my mom's going to Shapes so I got to watch Buddy," Adrian said.

"Fine; I'll run you home," Clark agreed and grabbed the keys for his Toyota. "DebbiAnn?"

"I um, I kind of, um, I mean, we bought this test," the blonde girl stammered.

"Fine, be right back," Clark said, not mentioning that 'we' had not bought anything, it had been his money.

"Oh my God," Adrian hissed when he pulled away from the house. "I couldn't believe she thought positive meant she wasn't pregnant. Is she really that stupid?"

"Honey, she's looking at it from her point of view; she doesn't want to be pregnant so positive would mean she's not," Clark gently explained.

"Oh whatever, of course you would take her side," Adrian huffed and was silent the rest of the way home.

"Hello, Mrs. Zeno, how are you?" Clark called out, recognizing the woman as one of his business partner's clients. Tammy Timmons was his business partner and she was the one that had prepared Maggie and David Zeno's taxes.

"I hope she's not being a bother," Maggie said, slightly unsure, slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you kidding?" Clark smiled, shaking the woman's hand. "No, she keeps my two dogs occupied so I'm able to do my household chores. She loves playing with them and I think they really love having her around. Bye Adrian, see you later."

He purposefully kept the conversation about his dogs; Adrian had told them she was coming to his house to play with his dogs.

"And I enjoy corn holing the fuck out of your daughter," he thought as he again waved and drove away.

He arrived home to find a sullen, almost angry DebbiAnn waiting for him, perched on the couch. Questions were answered tersely.

"So, have you been able to pee?" he asked.

No; was waiting on you," she snapped, grabbed the cup off of the kitchen table and flounced into the hall bathroom.

"And you're not coming in here either," she yelled and closed the door.

"Aw, come on, please?" he muttered to himself as he seasoned two chicken breasts and selected some bell peppers and a yellow onion.

"Okay, now what I do?" DebbiAnn barked.

"First thing is you quit being so snippy with me; I didn't get you in the family way," Clark snapped back. Second, where's the sample? We pour it into that tray and close it tight and wait for the results."

She didn't answer, just grabbed the tray off the table and bounced back into the bathroom.

Clark was nearly finished with the cashew chicken when he heard a strangled scream come from the bathroom.

"DebbiAnn?" he asked, lightly knocking on the bathroom door.

"Oh God!" DebbiAnn sobbed but did not open the door.

After a moment, Clark finished cooking his dinner, fixed two plates then knocked on the door again.

DebbiAnn came to the table, wiping frantically at her eyes.

"Plus sign," she confirmed.

"Okay, first things first," Clark said, scrolled through his list of contacts and dialed.

"Roger! Hi! Clark Duhon here, no, no, I'm fine, no, no, you're not being audited; you want to be? Because I can arrange that, how's Jock-oh doing? Yes I know she hates being called that, why you think I call her that?" Clark said cheerfully.

"Okay, Tuesday morning, ten o'clock," Clark said, pushing a business card across to DebbiAnn. "Be at my office, address right there, at nine forty five and I'll take you; we need to make sure, see how far along you are, see how you and the baby are doing."

"I'm not doing an abortion," DebbiAnn said firmly.

"Good; you want an abortion you can hustle your ass over to the free clinic in DeGarde," Clark said and continued eating.

"Oh my God, my mom's going to kill me," DebbiAnn sobbed out. "That's all she ever says, 'if you pop up pregnant, your stupid ass is dead, you hear?'"

"What about your dad?" Clark asked, scraping the last bit from his plate.

"Died three years ago; Committed suicide," DebbiAnn admitted.

"Ooh, damn, sorry, that is rough," Clark sympathized.

DebbiAnn finished most of the food on her plate, in between sniffling and sobbing.

"Come on; I'll run you on home," Clark gently said after he put the leftovers from the wok into a storage container. "Might want to kind of clean up a bit."

Um, why you got all that nasty porn stuff?" DebbiAnn demanded, revealing what had given her the snippy attitude.

"It's my house, it's my TV, it's what I want to watch," Clark said.

He pulled up in front of a modest ranch house. He could see that the grass needed cutting and the gutters needed cleaning, and the eaves and door needed a coat of paint. Many of the other houses in the neighborhood also needed sprucing up.

"Don't forget, Tuesday morning, you've got an appointment," Clark said.

"Thank you, and thank you for dinner," DebbiAnn said quietly.

"Welcome," Clark said.

Home again, he dug around until he found "Blonde Cheerleader Fuck Party" and put the disc into the player.

He wasn't watching it for the plot or dialogue but it was still amazing to him how many of the 'cheerleaders' seemed to have forgotten their panties.

Chapter 6

As a corporate sponsor, Timmons, Duhon & Associates received invitations to Northside High School's graduations. Tammy Timmons, who had graduated from Baylor Lake High School, insisted that Timmons, Duhon & Associates be a corporate sponsor of Baylor Lake High School so they also received invitations to their graduation ceremonies.

Clark had no idea of Tammy ever went to the Baylor Lake ceremonies; he had never attended any of the Northside ceremonies, but now had a reason to do so.

Of the seventy nine students that were graduating, thirty seven were female and Clark could very easily determine that six of those were pregnant; he suspected two more might be, or might just be overweight. Thirty of the students were Latin, another thirty one were African-American. There were three Asian-American and fifteen Caucasian graduates.

Clark applauded when Adrian Zeno was called upon to deliver her speech. It was a typical high school graduation speech, filled with encouragement to her fellow students to never give up, to continue trying their very best. Then the principal called upon the Latin Valedictorian, which bemused Clark.

Manuel Garcia delivered a surly speech in Spanish, a speech filled with anger and bitterness toward 'the gringo society that sets up the Latin community to fail,' according to Manuel Garcia.

The boy's surly speech was well received by the Spanish speaking attendees. Clark wondered if the Caucasians would be applauding if they'd understood the speech's message. He suspected most were simply applauding to be polite.

Finally it was over and Clark made his way to where Adrian Zeno, David and Maggie Zeno, and a young boy, about twelve years old, stood.

"Congratulations, young lady," Clark smiled, shook the blushing girl's hand and gave her his graduation gift, a brand new laptop computer.

"I know you must be extremely proud of your daughter," Clark said, shaking Maggie and David's hands.

He then walked to where DebbiAnn stood, with an attractive blonde woman and two other blonde girls.

"Hi, Mrs. Phillips? I'm Clark Duhon. DebbiAnn's friend, Adrian brought her over the other night to see my dogs; see, I breed Yorkies and..." Clark smiled as he handed DebbiAnn an envelope; a card that had a one hundred dollar US Savings Bond in it.

"We don't need no dogs," DebbiAnn's mother immediately said.

The woman was quite attractive, blonde hair, blue eyes, shapely figure, but her face was drawn, pinched, and haggard underneath the cosmetics. The blue eyes looked hard, untrusting.

"Oh good, the four puppies have already been sold soon as they've been cleared by Dr. Dupre," Clark said easily. "No, ma'am, I was just coming over to introduce myself."

He pointed to Adrian Zeno and her parents.

"Since I suspect Adrian, who just loves my dogs will be dragging DebbiAnn with her, I just wanted you to know who I am," he said and walked away.

He gave a nod to the Boudreaux family and left.

"Did you know that the valedictorian is also going to Norman's?" Frank asked Rodney, who was studiously ignoring DebbiAnn.

"Adrian Zero? Yeah, slag's like all excited about it," he sneered, looking over at the Zeno family, who was busily talking with faculty members.

"Slag graduated with a four point oh; might want to be her friend," Frank snapped at his impertinent son. "College is not high school, mister. You are not going to make it off your looks, believe me."

"Hey!" Pam Stuebbens shrilled and gave Rodney a jammy kiss, rubbing against him.

Rodney smirked; he knew his mother and father disapproved of Pam. He could also tell that Pam's presence did not sit well with DebbiAnn Phillips.

"Ready? Or you got something you got to do?" Pam asked, linking fingers with Rodney.

On Monday morning, Principal Domingue pursed his lips tightly when his secretary informed him that Mr. Clark Duhon was on line three.

"Yes sir?" the man said.

"Hi, Mr. Domingue, I'm Clark Duhon with Timmons, Duhon & Associates," Clark said. "We're a corporate sponsor of your athletics program."

"Oh, oh Yes sir," the man said, now recognizing the name.

"And I was at the graduation ceremonies the other evening?" Clark pressed on.

"Oh well good, good," Principal Domingue went on.

"No, not good; mind telling me why there was regular valedictorian and a Latin valedictorian?" Clark snapped.

"Well, we have a large Latin population," Professor Domingue stammered.

"There were thirty Latin people in that class; there were thirty one African-Americans. If we have to bend over backward to please the Latins in that school, why not have an African-American valedictorian as well?" Clark said. "And I saw that at least seven of the girls up there were pregnant. If we're going to bend over backward to accommodate the Latins, why not also have a pregnant valedictorian? And did anyone bother to read the speech Manuel Garcia gave? It was one of the most hateful speeches I've ever heard a valedictorian give."

"Well we uh," Principal Domingue stammered.

"Sir, I've been giving five thousand a year to your school but if that's what my money has been supporting, I don't think we'll be donating any longer; have a nice day," Clark concluded his phone call.

"Ooh, someone's not happy," Tammy Timmons, his business partner teased from the doorway of his office.

"No I am not. I remember we were graded on our merit and our work, not on our ethnicity," Clark snapped. "Valedictorian of class before mine was this black girl then me and no one stood there and screamed about race or gender."

"Hey, I agree with you," Tammy said. "But this shit's been going on for a while now; why's it all of a sudden bothering you?"

"Because I all of a sudden noticed it, Clark snapped, then relaxed. "Oh, and I'll be out most of the morning tomorrow; doctor's appointment."

"Nothing wrong, huh?" Tammy asked.

"Yeah, got this stick up my ass need have it pulled out," Clark said.

"Oh, and you just now noticed that?" Tammy teased.

That evening, Adrian Zeno rapped on his side door, which got Adrian and Rocky wound up. Behind her, Clark noticed DebbiAnn and smiled tightly. With DebbiAnn there, he and Adrian most likely would not be having sex.

Clark finished cooking the smothered steak and went into the living room.

The previous time DebbiAnn had been in his house, she'd been in school clothes of jeans and blouse. Today, she was in very short shorts and loose tee shirt. The shorts were very firmly entrenched in the crack of her ass and in fact, some blonde tendrils escaped the sides, showing him that DebbiAnn was indeed a natural blonde.




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Adrian likewise had on very snug shorts and Clark felt himself getting an erection looking at the two teenage asses.

"It's just about time for them to go outside," he suggested and Adrian scampered to the back door.

Moments later, far too soon for Rocky and Adrian's pleasure, they were back in the house.

"Hungry?" Clark asked and found that both girls were hungry.

After the meal, he put on "Anal Blondes" and did not protest as Adrian dragged him to his bedroom.

"I know we ain't got time for up the butt, but..." Adrian said and stripped out of her clothes.

They did have time for sixty nine, in fact had time for sixty nine twice, or as Adrian now joked, one thirty eight.

DebbiAnn was tomato red when a flushed Adrian came back into the living room but the television was still showing blonde girl after blonde girl enjoying vigorous sodomizing. She did not say anything when Clark bade them both good night.

Chapter 7

DebbiAnn was nearly an hour early and Tammy glared hatefully at the young beauty as she showed her to Clark's office. DebbiAnn sat, quietly playing some game on her cell phone while Clark finished up the file he would need for his afternoon appointment.

Dr. Roger Pelieur's wife, Jocelyn greeted Clark with an extended middle finger and Clark shook his head.

"No, no, no, Jock-oh; I don't care how much you beg, we are never ever having sex," he said.

"Damn it don't call me that; you know I hate that," the woman snapped and smiled at DebbiAnn. "And what's a sweet little girl like you doing with such a horrible man?"

"No speak uh dah English," Clark interrupted before DebbiAnn could say anything.

"Honey, she is a bad evil woman," Clark spoke to DebbiAnn, pointing to Jocelyn. "Bad! Bad! You need to stay away from her."

"Oh, you evil man," Jocelyn laughed. "Honey, don't listen to him!"

"Are y'all friends?" DebbiAnn finally managed to ask.

"Would I talk about my friends like that?" Jocelyn laughed.

"I've been doing their accounting for oh God, what, about twenty years now?" Clark smiled as Jocelyn handed DebbiAnn a clipboard. "They were my second clients."

Clark bit down his disbelief; he had been at the graduation ceremony, he know DebbiAnn was a recent high school graduate, but the fairly simple intake form seemed to have her stymied. Gently, he took the clipboard from her and filled it out with her assistance.

He learned that her measurements were truly enviable; thirty six D chest, twenty six inch waist and thirty five inch hips. In a couple more months, though, those measurements would balloon tremendously. She was only five feet two inches, which made her measurements seem quite monumental, giving her that round juicy look.

"Allergic to anything?" Clark asked and finally saw that DebbiAnn did have some sense of humor.

"Healthy home life, good boyfriends, earning money," she named.

"Penicillin, nuts, shellfish, nasty receptionists?" Clark asked.

""Well, obviously not the last one," DebbiAnn smiled as Jocelyn growled at Clark.

"Okay, now, since Roger's not doing anything, think he could get off his ass and do something?" Clark asked, handing the woman the clipboard.

"I keep telling him we need a new accountant," Jocelyn said.

"Thank God he listens to you about as much as I do," Clark smiled.

"Come on back here," Roger smiled. "Hi, I'm Dr. Pelieur; so what can I do for you, um, hey Clark, forgot how to walk your fat, balding ass back this way?"

"Oh no sir, I'm not..." Clark said.

"Please?" DebbiAnn asked and Clark looked into her light blue eyes, full of fear, and nodded.

"Okay, talk to me, what's going on?" Roger asked and DebbiAnn looked at Clark for reassurance.

"DebbiAnn thinks she might be pregnant; we did one of them home pregnancy tests, you know, where you pee on a stick then you bury it in the back yard under a full moon and if it turns green..." Clark said.

"Yeah, those tests are about that good," Roger snorted. "Okay, let's see..."

After a fairly thorough examination, along with a non-stop barrage of questions, Roger finally smiled.

"Okay, well, yes ma'am, I would say you are definitely going to be a mommy, God help you if he's the daddy, but we'll deal with that later," the man smiled.

"Looks like about nine weeks, oh boy! You'll probably have a Christmas baby!" Roger continued cheerfully talking.

Clark held the girl while she sobbed bitterly, and then quietly helped her out of the flimsy gown, then dress, while looking away. He did not mention the threadbare panties or the safety pin holding the bra strap on the left shoulder. He did not mention the flip flops looked about a size too small or how worn they were.

"Now, let's see," Clark said, taking the prescriptions Dr. Pelieur had written out. "Let's see about getting these filled A.S.A.P. and you hungry? How about Clark's? Every now and then a good greasy burger is just what the doctor ordered."

"This doctor would never order that," Dr. Pelieur said as he walked past the door.

"Because you're no fun," Clark said and helped DebbiAnn down from the table.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" DebbiAnn demanded as Clark pulled up to Schaub's Pharmacy.

"Because you're a friend of Adrian's and I happen to care about Adrian a great deal," Clark admitted.

The three waitresses on duty at Clark's Drive-In were all blondes and all had juicy looking rear ends peeking out of their red short shorts. DebbiAnn wanted to order a diet cola but Clark told her that she needed to think in terms of what was good nutrition for her and for her baby.

"You also need to think about what you're going to tell your mother," Clark said and again DebbiAnn's eyes filled with tears.

"She's going to kill me," DebbiAnn sniffled. "God, she's already like 'you out of school now, how about you get you a job help out around here?'"

"She still needs to know, the sooner the better, so y'all can plan for this," Clark said gently. "You can't put it off forever."

"How about 'as long as possible' then?" DebbiAnn countered.

"So, where to now?" Clark asked as the waitress took their tray.

"I don't know," DebbiAnn said.

Adrian answered on the fourth ring and agreed that DebbiAnn could come over; she was helping with Buddy's exercises and an extra pair of hands would be appreciated.

Tammy was in a foul mood but Rapid Cabs, his afternoon appointment was being sued by St. Elizabeth Parish for non-payment of property taxes and title and tags on the nine vehicles they owned. So, Clark did not have time to dwell on his business partner's moods.

Both Clark and Owen Katz agreed that the parish had no foundation for their suit.

"I mean, shit, I fucking bought the God damned cars here, at that car place on Dwyer; how the fuck I buy them with no title, huh?" Owen asked.

"Think they actually might want to look at Reliable Auto Sales instead of Rapid, huh?" Clark said, already reaching for his telephone.

"Tammy, you have Reliable Auto, on Dwyer Street? Okay, me either, all right," Clark said and hung up.

Chapter 8

Adrian and her brother Buddy were in the above ground swimming pool. Since she didn't bring her bathing suit, DebbiAnn just dangled her legs into the pool and watched as Adrian patiently kept Buddy moving, occupied.

"His physical therapist says it's good to keep him active, that way he doesn't you know, get all wound up and stuff," Adrian explained.

"Hi," Buddy said to DebbiAnn, for the hundredth time since Clark had dropped her off at the Zeno house.

"Hey, Buddy?" Adrian smiled at her brother. "Uh, she's MY friend? MINE? Means she didn't come to see you."

"Butt hole," Buddy called her and smiled when she acted hurt.

"Yeah, those movies your boyfriend likes," DebbiAnn whispered to Adrian when buddy decided he would swim as fast as he could, showing off for DebbiAnn.

"All that Anal stuff?" Adrian whispered back.

"Yeah, you do that?" DebbiAnn asked.

"Yeah, hated it at first, God, even made pooping hurt, you know?" Adrian admitted and then slid back into the pool to assist Buddy.

"Grab that towel, okay?" she called out and DebbiAnn did.

"Okay, now we get animal crackers, right?" Adrian asked and Buddy nodded.

"No, no, we don't nod, we say..." Adrian prompted.

"Yes please," Buddy agreed.

"Very good!" Adrian praised.

"He's not retarded; he's autistic. He does process information but it's completely different than you and me," Adrian explained as Buddy first sorted each cracker with others in the same shape, and then counted how many were in each group.

DebbiAnn looked at the girl. They had been in school together for nearly twelve years, first at Andrew Jackson then at Northside, but she had never paid the girl any attention. Adrian was cute, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a sweet smile. And it was obvious that she was a very sweet person. But because she wore glasses, because she was smart, because she was shy, Adrian had been shoved to the bottom of the social pecking order.

"And y'all do this every day?" DebbiAnn asked.

"When we go swimming Buddy?" Adrian asked.

"Tuesdays, today's Tuesday. And Thursdays and again on Saturdays. If it's not raining. If it's raining we stay inside," Buddy answered.

"And what do we do on Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays?" Adrian asked.

"We ride our bicycle; we have a big bicycle; two people can ride our bicycle," Buddy answered.

"We have a tandem bicycle, Adrian explained.

Buddy then insisted on laying in the hammock so Adrian 'reluctantly' agreed, giving DebbiAnn a wink.

"He'll be asleep in about five minutes," she whispered as Buddy scrambled into the rope contraption. "And since it's covered I don't have to worry about him getting sunburned.

"Now, you said that up the butt stuff hurt when y'all do it?" DebbiAnn whispered.

"At first," Adrian admitted. "Now? I kind of like it and you know he likes it so..."

"You like it?" DebbiAnn asked blue eyes wide.

"Yeah, I mean it's kind of hard to explain, I mean, it gets you all kind of stretched out and you can feel it going in and inside you're kind of pushing against it and it's just weird, you know?" Adrian said.

"Oh," DebbiAnn mused on that for a moment.

"But, you? I mean, you saw Rodney, how he treated Camille, I mean, you saw him slap her, right there, in the cafeteria and next thing you know you're going out with him?" Adrian asked.

"Oh yeah? Well, you were riding your bike right there, back and forth, right in front of his house!" DebbiAnn shot back angrily. "Oh, don't think we didn't see you, acting like you didn't know that was his house and all."

For a split second, Adrian felt embarrassed, and then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah, well before I met Clark getting slapped by Rodney actually sounded okay to me," Adrian admitted. "But you? I mean, you're beautiful and you had Steven and Lawton, oh, oh, and last year? You had Tucker and..."

"Uh huh," DebbiAnn said listlessly. "And as soon as they fuck you, they're out of there. And as for Rodney? Well, really? Cami is like a total bitch so I mean we were all like bitch deserves to be slapped and I kind of figured Rodney might have treated her like shit but he ain't going to do that to me, you know?"

"Clark says y'all broke up 'cause he squirted you with a hose?" Adrian asked.

"Right in the face!" DebbiAnn agreed. "Hose had one of them squirty things on it so it really hurt."

"Ow!" Adrian commiserated. "Think I'd rather do it up the butt!"

A moment later Buddy was roused from his nap by two eighteen year old girls shrieking in helpless laughter.

That evening, driving up the street, Clark could see Rodney Boudreaux and Pam Stuebbens fiddling under the hood of his car, both glaring angrily toward his house.

Turning into his driveway, he saw DebbiAnn and Adrian sitting on the stoop by his side door. DebbiAnn still wore the same clothes she'd worn to the doctor's office so he assumed she had not been home yet.

"Hi, Baby," Adrian cheerfully called out.

"Hi, can see I'm going to have to give you a key; y'all know y'all got an audience?" Clark smiled, nodding toward Rodney and Pam.

"Yeah, don't know what crawled up their butts," DebbiAnn said, then immediately colored.

"Yeah, we rode our bikes here, saw you wasn't home yet and we just been sitting here talking, next thing you know, they're out here, pretending they're working on his car," Adrian agreed.

"How you know they're pretending?" Clark asked over Adrian and Rocky's shrill yapping.

"They keep talking about the carburetor, but that's a fuel injection engine," Adrian laughed, scooping a wiggling Rocky into her arms.

"Uh yeah, that's kind of a dead give away," Clark laughed. "All right, let me get out of this suit and..."

"Oh, I'll help you," Adrian said, putting Rocky down.

A few minutes later, DebbiAnn got to her feet and wandered down the hallway.

She almost gasped out loud; she could see Adrian and Clark on his bed, nude. And Adrian was on top of Clark, wiggling her compact butt up and down.

DebbiAnn bit down the squeal; Clark's cock was substantially larger than Rodney's, or Lawton's or Steven's. And Adrian was easily taking that massive slab of meat in her back door.

"Ooh," Adrian moaned, her orgasm building up in her guts. "Oh fuck, oh that's so good, Baby

"Yeah?" Clark grunted, smiling. "You like my cock in your ass? Huh? You like it up the ass?"

"Yeah, I love it up my ass, fuck my ass," Adrian began chanting, wiggling a little faster.

DebbiAnn was transfixed, watching the carnal action, hearing Adrian and Clark's obscene talk, hearing their bodies slap together.

"Ooh, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Adrian called out and shudder in orgasm.

"Aw, shit, shit yeah," Clark groaned and spurted into Adrian's tight anal sheath.

A moment later, still breathing quite hard, Adrian got out of the bed and DebbiAnn's already wide eyes opened even more as the full length of Clark's cock came into view. And a good amount of semen oozed out of Adrian's stretched anus.

"Hi DebbiAnn; we'll be out in a minute," Clark called out.

He sounded calm but inside he was anything but calm. Adrian and he had been fairly careful, keeping the sexual side of their relationship secret. Suppose this girl, a relatively unknown to him, decided to tell Mr. and Mrs. Zeno what their darling daughter was doing all those times she visited him?

He very quickly made Salisbury steak and mushroom gravy, Adrian being the only one complaining about the mushrooms. Over dinner, Clark finally brought up that DebbiAnn needed to tell her mother. And Rodney Boudreaux's parents.

"I tried telling Rodney; fucking ass hole slapped me," DebbiAnn spat out.

"Not Rodney; Jesus, who the fuck cares what that little shit head thinks?" Clark spat. "His parents. They need to know."

"What? Why?" DebbiAnn asked.

"But first things first, your mother," Clark said.

"Come with me?" DebbiAnn begged.

"What you need me for?" Clark asked.

"You, I mean, with you there, she won't hit me," DebbiAnn choked out.

"She hit you a lot?" Clark asked.

In answer, DebbiAnn raised her shirt and showed him a faint bruise on her ribs, just under her heavy breast.

"Forgot to put the milk up," DebbiAnn said. "Stayed out all day and was bad when we got home that night. And I don't think I'm the one left it out; think TerriLynn did but since I'm the oldest..."

She moved her blonde hair aside and showed them another mark on her shoulder.

"AnnaGrace spilt Mom's perfume and since I'm supposed to be watching her..." DebbiAnn said.

She then pointed them a faint scar on the back of her hand.

"Caught me smoking one of her cigarettes; I was about nine years old," DebbiAnn said. "Grabbed the cigarette and put it out on my hand."

"Yes ma'am, I will come with you," Clark said tightly.

Adrian had come on her mother's bike, DebbiAnn had used Adrian's bike, so Clark agreed to meet them at Adrian's home. Both Rocky and Adrian whined about being put into their crate but it was better than coming home to find little puddles of pee everywhere.

Chapter 9

"Where the fuck you been? Just think you can stay out all fucking day come back whenever you feel like it?" Mrs. Phillips snarled hatefully at DebbiAnn when DebbiAnn came into the house.

"Hello, Mrs. Phillips, Clark Duhon," Clark said, almost enjoying the heavy blush that came over the woman's features. "We met at DebbiAnn's graduation, remember?"

"You the guy with them dogs, right?" TerriLynn said.

"Well, thank you for bringing DebbiAnn home; I need to talk to her so you can see yourself out," Mrs. Phillips snapped, regaining her anger.

"Oh, not just yet," Clark said easily.

Inside, he was seething with anger and the bile was roiling in his stomach. This woman had some very serious anger issues. He didn't know the circumstances surrounding her husband's suicide, but he was willing to bet the woman's anger and bitterness was the root cause.

"What?" the woman snarled. "I asked you to leave my house and..."

"DebbiAnn?" Clark said, nudging the petrified girl.

"Momma, I'm, I'm, I'm..." DebbiAnn tried to get out but couldn't.

"DebbiAnn is pregnant," Clark said.

"Great! Just fucking great, you stupid fucking slut," the woman screamed and lunged for her daughter.

Clark stepped in front of DebbiAnn and blocked Mrs. Phillips' swinging hands.

"DebbiAnn, there anything you need? Clothes, books?" Clark asked, now protecting himself from the woman's clawing hands.

"You mother fucker! Let me go!" the woman screamed at the top of her lungs. "You little fucking bitch! I'll fucking kill you! I told you, your ass comes home knocked up your dead, you hear?"

"No sir," DebbiAnn said.

"Good, go get in my car," Clark said.

"You mother fucker!" Mrs. Phillips actually attempted to bite him.

Clark waited until he heard the door shut then shoved the woman away with all his strength.

"God damn, what is wrong with you?' he asked a the woman scrambled to her feet. "She made a mistake! It's done! Now we have to figure out what..."

"You want the stupid little cunt, you keep her," the woman hissed hatefully. "Hear? Little slut sets foot in this house again I swear to God I will kill her, you hear?"

Not knowing what else to do with the wailing DebbiAnn, Clark drove home again.

"Well, there's Barry's, that's my son, Barry, there's his room but I honestly couldn't tell you the last time he's stayed in there," Clark said as he pulled in front of his house again.

DebbiAnn peered inside of Clark's room as he showed her down the hall to his son's room.

"Sorry, here, here's a clean set of sheets," Clark said as they looked upon the unkempt bed. "Boy's sixteen, no, no, he's seventeen, so sheets are probably filthy," Clark babbled.

"Now you see what I mean?" DebbiAnn asked as Clark made the bed.

"About what?" Clark asked.

"Woman's crazy, I told you my mom would kill me," DebbiAnn said and fresh tears started again.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Clark agreed.

Then he had a thought.

"You uh, your sisters, you don't think she'll..." Clark asked.

"TerriLynn and AnnaGrace?" DebbiAnn sneered. "Are you kidding? They're little angels; they never do anything wrong. She'd never hurt her precious little babies."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Clark said, taking her hands into his large ones. "Hear me? You made a mistake; we all make mistakes. But you did not do anything wrong"

He kissed her on her forehead.

"But it'll be all right, okay? We'll get through this," he promised, then left the room.

"Bathroom's down the hall, turn left, first door on right," Clark called out.

Not knowing what else to do, DebbiAnn simply stripped down to just panties and crawled into the bed and fell asleep.

In the morning, she dressed in the same clothes and saw that she'd woken up late. Not having TerriLynn or AnnaGrace waking her, demanding that she make them breakfast, not dreading her mother's wrath should she miss a chore, DebbiAnn had slept.




Yorkie Breeder



She fixed a bowl of cereal then took a shower and again put on the same clothes, then sat on the couch and turned on the television.

Once again, it was on Clark's DVD player and DebbiAnn watched as girl after girl enjoyed being sodomized. She did notice that all of the girls were blonde, not all of them natural blondes, but all of them had blonde hair on their heads, and the majority of them were large breasted. Again, not all were naturally big breasted, but enhanced or not, they were blonde, big breasted, and all seemed to enjoy anal sex.

She heard her cell phone chime out and she found her purse on the kitchen table and pulled her phone out.

"Hey, how'd it go when you told your mom?" Adrian's worried voice asked.

"Oh, thank God Clark was there," DebbiAnn burst into sobs.

DebbiAnn recounted the entire horrific ordeal, punctuated by Adrian's shocked gasps.

"So where are you now?" Adrian asked in a whisper.

"Here, at Clark's house," DebbiAnn said. and I'm watching, ew! Gross!"

The DVD had switched from "Anal Blondes" to "Cum Hungry Sluts" and DebbiAnn was watching one blonde eating sperm off of another blonde's pubic hair.

"Press 'TV' and 'Enter' and it will take it off the DVD player," Adrian laughed when DebbiAnn described the vulgar activity she was viewing.

"Oh my God; they're sharing; oh I think I'm going to volcano here!" DebbiAnn said as two blondes let a man shoot an extraordinary amount of semen onto their smiling faces and wide open mouths, and then the two girls passionately kissed and licked the semen from each other's faces.

"Volcano?" Adrian laughed.

"Vomit like a volcano," DebbiAnn laughed and did turn the television off.

At his office, Clark found it hard to concentrate.

That morning, he'd looked in on his houseguest. During the night, she had wiggled and twisted and the blanket was bunched under the girl's breasts. Each was capped with a big areola and fat little nipple. Free from worry and stress in her dreamless sleep, the girl was truly a vision of angelic beauty.

When he had come into the office, Tammy had asked, in a snide tone, about the girl that had come by yesterday.

Clark didn't know why he had said it; maybe it was Tammy's challenging tone, as if she had the right to challenge him. Maybe it was because it frankly was none of Tammy's damned business. Maybe it was wishful thinking on his part.

"You mean my girlfriend? Quite beautiful, isn't she? And as sweet as they come," Clark had said. 

"Your..." Tammy had spluttered, then scowled and, without another word, flounced to her own office and closed the door firmly.

Clark looked up and smiled as Adrian's phone number popped up on his cell phone.

"Hi Beautiful," he cheerfully said.

"Hi Baby, it all right if I go over to your house? DebbiAnn's there and..." Adrian's happy voice asked.

"Well, sure," he said.

He smiled in satisfaction as a profanity laced email from Owen Katz popped up. His lawyer had managed to convince St. Elizabeth Parish that Reliable Auto Sales was the origin of their inquiry, not Rapid Cabs.

"Told them mother fuckers wasn't me; guess I just needed spend four thousand dollars prove that shit. Fucking ass holes," Owen typed.

"You're welcome," Clark typed. "Where do I send my bill?"

He laughed out loud at Owen's suggestion about his bill.

"Hi Beautiful," Clark said happily as Adrian called him again.

"Baby, DebbiAnn doesn't have anything to wear; did you know that?" Adrian asked.

"Damn it, Adrian!" Clark heard DebbiAnn squeal. "I told you not to say nothing!"

Clark looked at his calendar, saw that it was free and smiled.

"Ever eat at Backyard Barbeque?" he asked.

"No, where's that?" Adrian asked.

"Out in Baylor Lake, and it's right by the Goodwill out there," Clark said.

DebbiAnn was in a surly mood when Clark came home.

"I told her not to say nothing," DebbiAnn groused.

"She didn't want to," Clark smiled.

He grabbed Adrian, kissed her, and then playfully swatted her backside.

"I spanked it out of her," Clark smiled as Adrian laughed.

By the time DebbiAnn finished her pulled pork sandwich, she was in a better mood.

At the Goodwill store, Clark stepped back and let the two girls look at what was available.

"Yeah, even my Momma's like 'oh hey, y'all got some nice stuff!' and she ain't never shopped at no Goodwill," one of the salesclerks said to DebbiAnn.

For less than forty dollars, DebbiAnn now had a few pair of slacks, one pair of boot cut jeans, some khaki shorts, some cute tops, a robe that still had the tags attached, and two nightgowns.

Abdul's, the exclusive department store in DeGarde, sold them two bras and a four pack of washable silk panties. They also bought a pair of tennis shoes and a pair of flip flops, the right size flip flops for DebbiAnn.

"Hey," Adrian said to Clark as they pulled up into his driveway. "Can we do one thirty eight?"

"If DebbiAnn will feed Adrian and Rocky and take them out to potty," Clark readily agreed.

DebbiAnn did so, then peered around the doorjamb and watched as Adrian and Clark engaged in a very passionate sixty nine.

She had sucked Lawton's cock, and Steven's cock and Rodney's cock, but none of them had ever put their mouths on her pussy.

"Um, hmm, oh!" Adrian moaned as Clark nipped her very sensitive clitoris, and then gurgled as her mouth filled with his semen.

Chapter 10

At four months of pregnancy, DebbiAnn no longer had the tucked in waist; her stomach was starting to swell slightly. To those that did not know DebbiAnn, she just appeared to be a slightly chunky young lady.

To Clark Duhon, though, the girl looked absolutely beautiful. To Adrian Zeno, the girl looked absolutely beautiful.

Outside of his house, Clark watched as Rodney bade farewell to his mother and father and the girl that had replaced Pam Stuebbens, an emaciated looking blonde that just stood, looking vacant as Rodney slammed the trunk of his car shut and drove away without a backward look.

A few minutes later, DebbiAnn returned in Clark's Toyota, wiping at her tears.

"Adrian's gone," she announced and smiled softly as a few tears sprang to Clark's eyes.

"Well then," Clark said and walked into his house.

DebbiAnn made sure all the car's doors were locked securely; Pam Stuebbens had attempted to break into the car on at least one occasion that they knew about, and then let herself into the house.

"Hey," she said, sitting next to Clark on his large couch and snuggling up against him. "You still got me."

"Oh God, like I wasn't already depressed enough?" Clark joked and DebbiAnn squealed and slapped him.

He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Love you," he said.

"Love you more," she said.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said and again she squealed and slapped him.

"Keep doing that I'll put you over my knee," he threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," she challenged.

"Take those mutts in the back yard while I fix our lunch, okay?" he said, avoiding her challenge.

He adjusted his swelling cock just as soon as he was out of sight. Spanking DebbiAnn's slightly pudgy ass, following up with jamming a few fingers into...

He cursed and again adjusted his nearly fully erect cock.

"ooh, ferocious beast!" DebbiAnn teased as Rocky tugged at the squeeze toy while growling menacingly.

"Oh, you're a ferocious beast too?" DebbiAnn laughed as Adrian just had to get in on the action.

"Grr, grr!" Clark growled, tugging on her long blond hair.

"Oh no! Three ferocious beasts!" DebbiAnn said.

"Lunch is ready, grr, grr," Clark said and tugged at her hair again.

After lunch, DebbiAnn pulled down one of Clark's books and sat, quietly reading.

Her denim shorts were too snug, so she sat with them unbuttoned and unzipped quite a bit. The top of her black panties was just visible and her tee shirt was a bit too short, which left a good portion of her paunch visible.

"Going cut the grass," Clark said and kissed the top of her head.

She smiled and craned her face up. He looked slightly puzzled, but bent and kissed her on her lips.

"Love you," she said, and then went back to reading the book. "You know, when I was in school? I hated reading; thought it was stupid."

She smiled when he bent and kissed the top of her head a second time.

Adrian and Rocky ran to the back door, peering through the glass pane, and both started yapping when they saw Clark pull the lawnmower out. Both ceased with their barking and ran away the moment he yanked on the rope and started the loud mower.

When he finished the small back yard, and dragged the lawn mower through the narrow gate, DebbiAnn put a marker into the book, put it back on the shelf, and then let herself out the back door. Satisfied that the gate was securely shut, she let the two Yorkies out, then grabbed Clark's weathered old broom and swept the grass off of the back patio.

She bent over to grab one of the rubber balls that Clark had put onto the patio prior to mowing, and tossed it into the freshly cut grass. Rocky went after it, which started Adrian after it as well.

She then bent and picked up a rubber bone and threw that out as well. Adrian lost interest in the ball and ran after the bone, which made Rocky lose interest in the ball as well and he darted after the bone too.

Clark looked at the pudgy ass encased in the tight shorts when DebbiAnn bent over and bit back a groan. She sensed his eyes on her and looked over her shoulder, smiling.

"Hey, forgot my water," he said and she resumed sweeping the clippings from the patio.

"Got a leaf blower for that," he said.

"Too noisy, scares Rocky and Adrian," she said. "I'll use it on the driveway and sidewalk."

"Uh huh, zip up them pants before you come out there, huh?" he smiled, drinking the water.

"Oh?" she teased, acting as if she was going to pull her shorts off. "How about I go out there with no shorts on, huh?"

"Don't you dare," he smiled, took another sip of his water, and then left the back yard.

A minute later, DebbiAnn heard the lawnmower start up again. She finished sweeping, then took his glass inside, filled it with more cold water, and brought it back out and set it on the small table.

Clark was finishing up when he spotted DebbiAnn at the front of the garage, bent over, attempting to start the leaf blower. The shorts fit very snugly into the crack of her ass; her black panties visible on either side of the denim material. The crotch was a severe camel toe; he swore he could even make out the her splayed inner pussy lips.

"Can't get this stupid thing started," she complained, as if she could sense his eyes on her.

"Holding in the lever?" he asked and she squeezed it and the machine started with a loud whine.

He dumped the bag of grass clippings into his compost pile, cleaned the lawnmower itself, then tilted it and bent to the task of sharpening the blade.

DebbiAnn made quick work of clearing off the driveway and the sidewalk, and then brought the leaf blower back into the garage.

"Hey, finished," She announced and let out a 'whoosh' as she unsnapped and unzipped her shorts again.

He looked up and saw that her shorts were unzipped completely.

"Need to get you some maternity shorts, huh?" he offered.

"Oh?" DebbiAnn teased, running her hand just under the waistband of her panties. "Don't like how these look on me?"

"Personally? Think they look great on you, but wouldn't maternity shorts be more comfortable?" he asked.

She smiled and gave him a kiss.

"Probably," she admitted and slid the shorts down and off. "These are just a little tight.

His cock surged to life in his shorts as she walked out of the garage into the back yard dressed in just short tee shirt and black panties, her luscious ass wiggling and swaying from side to side.

He picked up her denim shorts and gave the crotch a hefty sniff, then followed her into the house.

About an hour later, Clark decided it was time to start on their supper; he was still amazed at what a sweet tooth DebbiAnn possessed. If he let her, she would eat every cookie and bag of M&Ms in the house and tell him she'd had supper. It was up to him to make sure she got the protein her body, and her baby's body needed.

She was again in her chair, reading. He did not hold back his groan; DebbiAnn wore a very short tee shirt and her light pink panties as she read.

"Hey," she smiled happily, putting her book marker on the page and closing it.

"Hey, fixing to make dinner," he said, trying to adjust his swelling erection without being obvious about it.

"Oh, okay. Hey, you know, you need to show me how do some of that," DebbiAnn said, following him into the kitchen.

"Oh, okay, how does skillet fried chicken and green beans and mashed potatoes sound?" he asked

"Hard," she said. Need show me easy."

He showed her it only sounded hard. What was hard was standing next to a beautiful half-dressed blonde and resisting the urge to completely undress her.

"Hey Clark?" she asked, putting her arm around his waist as they turned the chicken in the skillet.

"Yeah?" he asked, putting his arm over her shoulder.

"I love you," she said.

"Love you too," he said.

She rested her head against him and smiled when he kissed the top of her head. She swiveled her head up and pursed her lips and giggled when he gave her a noisy kiss on her lips.

After dinner, she followed him into the living room. They sat on the couch and Clark picked up the remote control. It was on 'TV' mode and the evening news was just beginning.

"Hey, Clark, when I said was going to go out front in just my tee shirt and panties, you said 'Don't you dare,'" DebbiAnn reminded him. "What would you have done if I had done that?"

"Put you over my knee for sure," Clark smiled.

"Oh yeah? Like this?" DebbiAnn asked and lay across him on the couch.

"Uh yeah," Clark groaned as she wiggled her pudgy rear end.

He couldn't resist running his hand over her pink satin panties, feeling the firm round buttocks.

"Oh, Daddy, I like the way you spank me," DebbiAnn cooed. "Here, let's..."

She pushed her panties down, exposing two pale pink buttocks Her crack was a deep furrow between the luscious globes.

"Oh," DebbiAnn sighed as he again rubbed the perfect flesh.

"Here, Daddy, make sure you spank this too," DebbiAnn said, reaching back and pulling her left butt cheek, exposing her light pink anus.

"Oh, Damn, DebbiAnn," Clark groaned.

DebbiAnn sat up and smiled. She knelt on the couch and kissed Clark's lips.

"Want to take me in the bedroom and really spank your little girl?" she cooed and licked his lips.

"Damn it, DebbiAnn," Clark protested. "I did not ask you to move in with me for this; I never wanted to take advantage of you!"

"I know that," she said and again kissed him. "You asked me to move in with you because I didn't have nowhere else to go."

She leaned heavily against him, hugging him.

"Baby, I don't want you because I have to," she said. "I want you because I want to."

"And you know I like..." Clark asked, hugging her to him.

"Like fucking up the ass? Yeah I really want it," DebbiAnn assured him.

She squealed when he picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom.

Pulling her pink panties off revealed that she had shaved her pussy bare. Stripping off the pink tee shirt revealed that her breasts had increased in size. It also revealed that her nipples were hard, crinkled. Her pussy lips were slick with her excitement and Clark bent and enjoyed her healthy, fresh fragrance before he began to lick up and down the hairless slit.

"Oh, Baby!" DebbiAnn cooed.

"Uh!" she grunted and shook when he located her fat little clitoris and sucked hard on the sensitive nub.

"Ah!" she screamed in orgasm

She bucked and thrashed as he continued to suck on her clitoris while jamming two fingers into her drooling pussy.

"Aw yeah!" she encouraged him as he pressed one slick finger against her rosebud.

"Mmm, o Baby!" she grunted as he plunged his finger deep into her rectum.

"Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw, come on, fuck me," she whined as he added a second finger to her anal stimulation.

He reached for his nightstand drawer and she rolled onto her knees, then reached behind her and pulled her plump ass cheeks apart for him.

"Mmph! Uh, aw!" she whined when he plunged his cock deep into her pussy, pumped twice and spurted heavily into her clutching pussy.

He kept his erect cock buried in her pussy while he fucked two greasy fingers in and out of her rectum.

"Aw holy shit!" she screamed and bucked in orgasm

Just s her orgasm subsided; he slowly pulled out of her pussy, and then pressed the head of his cock to her rectum. DebbiAnn slowly let out her breath, forcing her muscles to relax.

"Aw fuck, Clark groaned as he felt his cock slide into her.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, oh God, Baby, that's good," DebbiAnn cooed as he slowly, ever so slowly pushed his fat cock into her bowels.

She felt his semen begin to dribble out of her splayed pussy so released one of her butt cheeks and reached between her legs to catch some of the semen.

"Ooh," she grunted when she finally felt his pubic hair tickling her anus.

She clamped down tightly, gripping his cock as he slowly, maddeningly began to pull his fat cock out and licked her semen and pussy juice coated hand clean.

She rhythmically squeezed and released her sphincter when she felt just the head of his cock inside of her and laughed happily when he groaned.

"Come on, Baby, fuck me, fuck your little anal slut," she chanted. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass."

"Ah!" she screamed when he reached one hand down and tickled her pussy lips, then located her throbbing clitoris. 

"Uh, oh shit," she grunted as his other hand grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed a little too hard.

"Aw shit!" she bellowed as she orgasmed again.

"God, yes!" he cried out and emptied his balls into her tight bowels.

"Aw!" she whined when his softening cock popped out of her slimy anus.

"Don't move, he weakly ordered and he got out of the bed.

She smiled gratefully as she felt him sponge her anus clean.

"Okay," he said and spread a towel on the comforter.

She rolled onto the towel and held her arms open for him.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear, and then kissed him.

"I love you too," he said.

A few moments of silence followed. Finally, Clark felt his breathing return to normal.

"So, um, that little trick..." he asked.

"You mean," DebbiAnn asked, took his middle finger and pressed it to her anus.

She then squeezed and released, squeezed and released her sphincter.

"Yes," he groaned as his cock slowly came to life.

"Internet; you know there's like a million places show you all kind of stuff on taking it up the ass?" she asked and bent to take the head of his cock into her mouth. "You did clean this, right?"

THE END 

**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. A sincere thank you for reading my stories.

And now for my disclaimers...

(Which quite often get more comments from readers than the actual stories do. Go figure.)

Yes, I need an Editor. Haven't gotten one yet, what makes you think I'll get one just because you say I need one?

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, there's too many people to keep track of.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

And yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a most splendiferous day.