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Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 01

By: Victor C. Anderson



This is a prequel to "Hell Hath No Fury Like A Drag Queen's Wife."

Saturday, July 1st

"Are you staying here, Quint?" asked Scott.

"Yeah," replied Quentin Daniels, one of Scott's two roommates. "With you and Tompkins gone, it'll be like a vacation just staying here."

Scott Chadwick, Quentin Daniels, and Melvin Tompkins shared a three-bedroom townhouse owned by Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini, the law firm at which they were summer associates after their first year of law school. After four weeks of intensive research, the Fourth of July weekend was a welcome break. Scott looked forward to this weekend--four whole days not thinking about law, since the Fourth fell on a Tuesday, making coming in on the third futile. Melvin was using the occasion to visit his family, two states away. Being the first in his family to go to law school, he planned on being the family hero at the weekend's family picnic. He had gone straight to the airport from the office.

The law partner to which Scott was assigned, Laura Klijsters, to turned out to be one of the biggest assholes in the firm--Scott did not want to be sexist and call her a bitch--the case they were working on was against them--on the law, on the facts, on the appeal of their clients, on everything. Mrs. Klijsters had no intention of accepting blame for failure. As with many successful women in the professions, rumors abounded about the sexual orientation of Mrs. Klijsters. No one had ever seen Mr. Kllijsters, Laura explaining that the only lawyer he liked was her, and insisted that he had as much right not to be a Stepford husband as she had not to be a Stepford wife.

His fellow summer associate working under Klijsters was Evelyn Van Dyke. Evelyn was very cute, in a pixy kind of way. Only five one, with a page-boy haircut, she had adopted the pantsuit style of their boss within a week after arriving at the firm. Her devotion to Klijsters, to becoming a lawyer, and to their losing case led to envy and jealousy, which led to rumors, not the least helped by her surname. Working sixty-hour weeks with her, Scott got to see many facets of her personality, and realized that Evelyn had a wry sense of humor, was quite insightful about the staff of the firm, and shared his interest in rock climbing and hiking. She had spurned all his suggestions that might be construed as a date, although she all ways took her breaks and most lunches with him, and they went together to the firm's dinner for summer associates. So it was a surprise when she asked to go with him when he mentioned he needed a partner for rock climbing.

Climbing the rock faces of Mt. Tulahoma would give him the physical release he needed.. If he could get laid by Evelyn that would take care of the other source of tension in his life--no nookie all summer. They left the city around seven a.m. Saturday morning. It was a three-hour drive to the mountains. Scott would have preferred to drive, but Evelyn insisted on taking her car. She's pushing this independent woman thing rather hard, Scott thought. The drive was pleasant, the countryside changing from urban downtown to suburban to small town to rolling countryside to mountains. The conversation was light, covering work, colleagues, college, law schools, bosses. Scott noticed that Evelyn changed the subject whenever he asked about her family, and was downright hostile when he called Mrs. Klijsters a bitch. He backed off that assertion quickly, turning the conversation to her experiences as a rock climber.

She was quite experienced, more than him. Being a local, she'd tackled Mt. Tulahoma once, but did not reach the summit. This was a team mountain, and the team should be at least three. But rockers aren't common among law students, and she didn't have the time or inclination to be a rock bum. So Scott was her best opportunity, and she his. He hoped that she meant this in more ways than one.

Mt. Tulahoma was the third highest peak in a range of mountains that was a state park and wildlife recreation area. As they approached the entrance to the park, they noticed as many cars were coming toward them as were approaching the park. They reached the entrance only to have the park ranger, a thirty-something blonde woman who was a poster girl for outdoor living give them the bad news.

"Good morning," she smiled effusively. "Planning on staying long?"

Evelyn spoke before Scott could say anything. "Climbing Mt. Tulahoma. Be here a few days."

The smile faded. Putting on her best gee-I'm-sorry face, the ranger said. "Gee, I'm sorry young lady, but the mountain's closed to climbing.

"Closed?" they both said in unison.

"Yeah," the ranger continued, her voice full of concern. "Two climbers fell yesterday. Real bad. The mountain's closed until we can get all the climbers down. Make sure only experienced climbers are on Tulahoma, Widowmaker, and Tingnatchkoot. You can check with the ranger station inside the park for the other mountains. They're not as dangerous."

As soon as she said it the ranger knew these two would not be staying. They had come for danger. Tingnatchkoot and Widowmaker were the highest and second highest peaks, respectively. Widowmaker was the most difficult, having earned its name a century and a half earlier when it killed the first seven men to try to reach its summit. All the other peaks in the park had hiker's trails leading to their summits, as well as rock faces. Evelyn and Scott didn't want to go where any determined walker could go, even if they chose the more difficult method of reaching the summit. They thanked the ranger and drove into the park.

They by-passed the ranger station and went straight to the resort center. The desk clerk came from the same Stepford family as the ranger.

"Gooood morning," she beamed, nearly singing her greeting. 

Again Evelyn spoke first. "Rooms. Two. Van Dyke and Chadwick. Reservations for four days, three nights. We'd like to cancel and get our money back."

The desk clerk was younger than the ranger, about the same age as Evelyn and Scott. Evelyn's rapid fire delivery. She stood there frozen, looking from Evelyn to Scott to Evelyn, her smile fixed. Scott remembered how his father handled these situations. He stepped forward.

"Please excuse us. It's been a long drive. We have reservations for the holidays. Scott Chadwick and Evelyn Van Dyke. Separate but adjoining rooms. Could you look them up, please."

Evelyn was insulted at Scott taking charge, especially reversing the order of their names. The look of disdain and embarrassment he shot her didn't help. When she looked at the desk clerk again and saw the young woman fighting back tears, she realized how rude she had been. Damn! Why do some women respond to every adversity with waterworks? Maybe the same reason she responds with hostility. Maybe she should let Chadwick handle things and see what he does.

The desk clerk had typed their names in the computer. She looked up from the screen, smiling at Scott. "Oh yes, Mr. Chadwick. You and the young lady are in 411 and 413."

Evelyn did not like being referred to as "the young lady." If Chadwick had a name and an honorific title, then so should she. Scott spoke up before she could respond.

"Thank you. But we have a problem. We came to climb Mt. Tulahoma." The desk clerk lost her Stepford smile again. "Now I know it's not your fault, but the ranger at the entrance to the park said no one is allowed on Mt. Tulahoma this weekend."

The desk clerk's programming for this type of problem clicked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chadwick," she smiled, with just a hint of sorrow. "But that's just for this weekend. It really was unfortunate what happened to those climbers. But we do have other mountains and trails and ..."

"I know," he interrupted. "The ranger explained all that. It's just that ..." He looked at Evelyn and smiled, then at the desk clerk. "But we really wanted to climb Mt. Tulahoma. If we can't climb, then we'll just take a refund and go home."

Evelyn would have been angry if she hadn't been so shocked. Chadwick was insinuating that there was a relationship between them, to a complete stranger. The desk clerk thought there was also, but didn't connect the dots of two separate rooms. She also had instructions not to permit cancellations or give refunds, if possible.

"We'd be glad to refund your deposits," she lied, "but there are many things two people can do besides climb mountains."

"Yeah," Scott smoozed, "but we can do those things anywhere. Only here can we climb Mt. Tulahoma." He raised his eyebrows in mock exasperation. "And if we can't climb that mountain ..." He shrugged his shoulders.

The desk clerk now began to think, hard. The deposit covered one night. If she could get them to stay one night, no refund. "Where are you two from?"

"Capital City," Evelyn blurted out. She was more than a little peeved that Scott and the desk clerk were treating her as the little woman.

"Wow! That must have been a long drive! You two must be tired." The desk clerk said solicitously.

Scott knew where this was leading, and was about to counter the desk clerk's line when Evelyn interjected, "Yes, it was a long drive. And it's a long drive back, so just give us our money and we'll be on our way."

The desk clerk looked at Evelyn. 'Bitch! I'd like to jump over this counter and smack your face,' she wanted to say. But she said instead, "Certainly, Miss Miss ..." She turned to look at the computer screen.

"Ms." Evelyn said, drawing it out to 'Mizzzzzz.' "Van Dyke." Hard on the 'Dyke.' "We came to climb a mountain. The mountain ain't available. I want my money back. Chadwick here can stay and 'do those many things two people can do' with you ... or anyone else he takes a fancy to."

The desk clerk thought she had upset the female half of a couple. Scott knew he had let things go too far. As the clerk was trying to think what to say to soothe Evelyn's feathers, Scott suggested "Evelyn, let's discuss this outside."

Evelyn turned and strode to the wide porch outside the office. She stood defiantly, arms folded. Scott followed a few seconds later.

She exploded when he reached her. "What was that all about, Chadwick!"

"We're here, Evelyn. Why not make the best of it?" He eased up to her. Slipping his arm around her shoulder, he continued. "Let's just enjoy each other's company."

The desk clerk was glad she had stayed on her side of the counter as she saw Evelyn deliver an elbow to Scott's solar plexis then kick his legs out from under him. Both she and Scott wondered how a five foot one inch pixie could be so strong. Evelyn headed for the door to the front desk. Just as she reached it the desk clerk handed her a form.

"Your refund has been credited to your credit card, Ms. Van Dyke," the desk clerk hurriedly explained. "Just sign here, please."

Evelyn signed. "What about Chadwick's" she asked as the clerk tore off the resort's copy and handed Evelyn the customer half.

"Is Mr. Chadwick leaving also?" the desk clerk asked in false wonder. Evelyn looked at the desk clerk, who quickly typed something into the computer. A few seconds later a second receipt came out of the printer. "If Mr. Chadwick will just sign ..."

Evelyn grabbed the paper signed her own name, tore off the customer receipt and strode for the door. The desk clerk was not sorry to see the back of her. Scott had just regained his feet when Evelyn came out of the door.

"Chadwick," she yelled, handing him the receipt, "I'm going home. You can come with me or find your own way back!" He had to run to catch up with her by the time she got to her car. Only the heavy traffic in and out of the park kept her within the speed limit.

Tulahoma, Widowmaker, and Tingnatchkoot are snow-covered in winter, but by Memorial Day the snows have all melted. In the dead of winter they are not as cold as the inside of Evelyn's car was on that drive home. As Evelyn pulled to the curb in front of Scott's townhouse, Scott noticed another car in his customary spot. So that's why Quentin wanted to stay, Scott smiled. Sly fox. Pretending to be the lonely left-behind when he planned his own sexual weekend. At least some one in this house is getting laid this weekend. Scott wondered if the girl was with Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini. He parted with Evelyn as silently as had been their return home.

Scott turned the key forcefully, pushing open the door to the townhouse. He had expected to see Quentin and his date in the living room or kitchen. After all, it was only 3 p.m. The downstairs was empty. Then he heard the telltale sounds of bedsprings creaking. As he ascended the stairs, he began to hear the unmistakable sounds of people fucking. Heavy breathing, low murmurs. At the top of the stairs he saw that Quentin's door was open. Slight problem. Quint's room was the first one from the stairs, his the last. He'd have to sneak past the room if he didn't want to disturb them. Which he didn't want to do. After all, he is a Chadwick.

He began walking on tiptoes, not thinking that this was unnecessary on the plush carpet in the hallway. As he passed Quentin's doorway, he reflexively looked inside. What he saw caused him to stop and drop his duffel bag. In Quint's bed, flat on his back, was Wilson Woodrow, the only black lawyer at Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini. Six foot, seven, two hundred and eighty pounds, star football player in high school and college, who had turned down a pro offer to go too law school, nearly coal-black, laying there with his legs drawn up to his chest. And between those legs was skinny, one hundred and sixty-five pound, five foot, nine, Quentin Daniels, his forearms resting on Woodrow's massive chest, as he drove a surprisingly large white cock into Wilson's black ass. The contrasts between their sizes and their coloring each would had been remarkable. That they were fucking each other even more so. As Scott stood there, Quentin arched his back and drove into Wilson one final time, a loud moan coming from him as he came.

Wilson cradled Quentin, like a mama bear cuddling her albino runt of a cub. Quint began kissing Wilson's nearly hairless chest as he caught his breath. Shifting to pull out of the massive Black man, he turned his head toward the door just as his cock cleared Wilson's ass.

"Chadwick!" he shouted.

Wilson turned his head sharply to the doorway, his eyes wide and white with fear. Quentin jumped from his arms and rushed to the door, shutting it in Scott's face. But not before Scott noticed that Quentin possessed a dick at least eight inches long and nearly two inches thick. And Wilson's limp cock reached nearly to his waist! Scott stood there, staring at the closed door. Shock, embarrassment, curiosity--all rooted him to the spot. Some how, some sense of decency or of appropriateness or fear of further embarrassment moved him to his own room. He found himself sitting on his bed, dumbfounded, when a fully-dressed Wilson Woodrow appeared at his doorway. Or rather the massive torso of Woodrow appeared, outsizing the door frame. Stooping, Woodrow stuck his head in the doorway.

"Chadwick, we need to see you downstairs. ... Now!"

Scott followed Wilson's hulk down to the living room. Wilson was a superior, an associate not just a summer intern. Wilson was a lead attorney in his specialty--mergers and acquisitions. Wilson had been a team captain from high school on. Wilson was used to being obeyed. And he was big as a house--and as a horse! Quentin was already downstairs, wearing a dress shirt, Dockers without belt, loafers without socks. Wilson went to the fridge and took out a six-pack. Leaning over the breakfast bar seperating the kitchen from the living room, he ripped out three cans, placing two on the counter while he opened and drained the third. Neither Quentin, who was sitting at the breakfast bar, nor Scott, standing sheepishly at the foot of the stairs, took one.

"Have a seat, Chadwick," Wilson commanded, indicating a stool at the bar next to Quentin. Scott moved to the bar and sat. Woodrow looked at him, almost a glare. Scott looked down at the counter. "So," Woodrow continued, "what do you plan on doing?"

"I don't know what you mean," Scott answered.

"Don't play stupid white boy with me, Chadwick!" Wilson bellowed. Scott cringed. First he gets knocked on his ass by a five foot white woman, now he's about to be beaten to a pulp by a six foot seven Black fag. It ain't easy being a white boy!

Wilson took a few seconds to control himself. "You now know about me. You know about Quentin. You gonna tell?"

Scott had not thought that far. He wasn't a homophobe, although he did not know that word existed. Different strokes for different folks, as his parents use to say. He had been hit on a few times himself, being a jock, but a simple 'no' or 'not interested' always ended it. Now he was rooming with one. Quentin hadn't put any moves on him, indeed had been so closeted that Scott would never had guessed he was gay. They all got along, and he had no contact with Woodrow other than seeing him at the firm.


"Why should I tell?" Scott finally said.

A sigh of relief issued from Woodrow. He placed his forearms on the counter, bowing his head between them. Suddenly his massive shoulders began shaking. Slowly Quentin and Scott realized he was crying. Straightening up, he turned a tear-streaked face to Quentin.

"You said we'd be alone. You said we'd have the run of the house." His voice was totally accusatory.

Quentin did not know how to answer. He looked at Scott, his gaze followed by Wilson's. Scott looked at Quentin, then Wilson, then Quentin. For the first time since he entered the living room, Quentin's glaze was more hostile than Wilson's.

"Well!" Quentin asked when no explanation was forthcoming.

Scott mumbled, "Things didn't work out."

"Would you repeat that so that the jurors at the back of the jury box can hear you, Mr. Chadwick," Quentin said. He was interning with litigation, another fact that made his being with Wilson Woodrow unexpected.

"The mountain was shut down."

Quentin and Wilson were incredulous. "The mountain was shut down!" they repeated, in unison. "How do you shut down a mountain, Chadwick?" Quentin sneered.

Scott turned his head and looked at Quentin fully for the first time that day. "A pair of novice climbers got themselves killed Friday and the mountain resort was closed for an investigation."

"Couldn't you just find another mountain?" Wilson asked, sincerely.

For the first time that day Scott brightened. Now he could talk about something of interest to him. "It's not that simple. You want to pick a mountain that'll test you, but not one that'll kill you, like it did those other two climbers. I'm not from this area. I don't know all the mountains. I've heard about Mt. Tulahoma from my friends back home, and it sounded like my mountain. A challenge, but not a coffin-filler."

Wilson understood; Quentin did not. But Wilson's nod of understanding settled the matter. Almost.

"What about Van Dyke?" Quentin asked.

"Van Dyke?" Wilson queried.

"Yeah," Quentin answered, facing Wilson. "Scotty here's been wanting to get inside her pants since day one." Turning back to Scott. "If you couldn't climb a mountain, why didn't you just climb her?"

Wilson's guffaw startled Quentin. He looked at the black man-mountain he had climbed twice since last night, perplexed.

Wilson had to compose himself, wiping his face with some paper towels. The tears of relief were now replaced with tears of laughter. "You got the hots for Van Dyke, Chadwick?"

Scott now looked sheepish. He didn't want to tell what had happened, how she knocked himm on his ass.

Wilson continued, "Why do you think she's named Van Dyke."

Scott was pained by this comment. "Not you too, Mr. Woodrow." It would not occur to him until weeks later that it was unseemly for a closeted gay male to be making snide references about the sexuality of a supposedly gay female.


Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 01



Wilson was slightly chastened by Scott's comment. Very slightly. "Do you know what her last name really is?"

The question caught both Scott and Quentin by surprise. Each shook his head negatively.

"It's Norwood. And guess what Laura's maiden name is?" Wilson added.

The two interns looked at each other, then at the associate. "Norwood?" they chimed.

"Bingo!" Wilson exalted.

While the revelation came as a surprise to both interns, it did not answer Quentin's question.

"Okay, so Evelyn Van Dyke is Evelyn Norwood. How does that stop Scotty here from ..." Epiphany! "Ohmigod! She's gay!" He turned fully on his stool and looked at Scott. "Poor Scotty. No mountain to climb, no girl to fuck. If I was a bottom I'd let you fuck me."

Scott looked at his roommate, then at Wilson. "I'm not that desperate."

"Yes, you are, Chadwick," Quentin quipped, an edge in his voice. "But you'll have to work to get this ass." Turning back to Wilson, "So Woody, what's with the Norwoods ... and why the name change?"

Wilson was as pissed as Quentin about Scott's attitude toward gays. Chadwick has a six foot seven inch two hundred and eighty pound gay ex-lineman standing in arm's reach of him. If Mr. Not-That-Desperate still believes all gays are limp-wrist sissies, maybe he ought to beat that thought out of him. But how is a bruiser of a gay man beating up a straight guy a hundred pounds lighter any different than a straight beating up a gay for being gay? Besides, once he beats the shit out of him, what better revenge than for Scott to out him? He couldn't keep that closet door closed forever, but at least 'til the end of summer? But Quentin had asked him a question.

"Laura and Evelyn are aunt and niece. The way I understand it, Laura's been gay since her undergraduate days. While home during a summer break, she got it on real serious with one of the neighborhood housewives. Some say several of the housewives. Anyway, when her father found out he called her a dyke and threw her out the house. She's rumored to have said, 'That's Ms. Dyke, to you. Ms. Van Dyke!' as she was leaving. Evelyn was in the house at the time, about eight or nine. Laura is not only her favorite aunt, she's her only blood aunt. Six uncles, three on each side, and a whole bunch of boy cousins. The only time her father approved of her was when she beat one of her cousins at something, especially a cousin on her father's side."

Wilson paused to finish off the beer he'd opened. The two interns kept silent, waiting for him to continue like two scouts being told a ghost story around a campfire.

"Laura kept in touch with Evelyn, although she cut her ties with the male members of her family. Mainly gifts and cards sent to Evelyn through her grandmother, Laura's mother. In her teens, Evelyn began visiting Laura, on the pretense that she was scouting out colleges. Laura would meet her at some college, they'd catch up on family and everything. Sometimes Laura's mother, even Evelyn's mother, would come. And sometimes Laura's girlfriends. It was only a matter of time but I guess everyone knew it was going to happen. Either Laura or one of her girlfriends seduced Evelyn. After what happened to her aunt, Evelyn decided to stay in the closet. At least until law school. Daddy didn't want her to go, said she'd turn out just like her aunt. That's funny: 'turn out just like her aunt.' " Wilson chuckled. "Anyway. Had a big row with Daddy, informing him she already was gay. History repeated itself. She changed her name to Van Dyke legally, and been on her own ever since." He took one of the unopened cans on the counter, looked at Scott as he opened it. "And that's the woman you want to fuck, Chadwick."

Scott looked from Wilson to the counter, sideways at Quentin, then back at the counter. Quentin found the story fascinating, but incomplete.

"Poor Scotty Chadwick," he cooed. "Didn't know Evie was gay. Bet you thought you'd get Evie to suck your cock this weekend, didn't you? ... Thought you'd get some of that ass!" Turning to Woodrow, he asked, "How'd you find out all this?"

"I'm on the hiring committee," Wilson answered. "Being the only Black man in the firm, it's natural. Diversity." Diversity, he smirked. If they knew he was also gay, or at least bisexual, would they consider that additional diversity? "So is Laura. This is an old line firm. We're both outsiders here. I'm never gonna make partner, and Laura knows she won't be a partner long if she loses the case Chadwick and Van Dyke are working on. Outsiders have to stick together against a common enemy. We confide in each other--a lot. Evelyn's not the type of summer intern Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini, would normally select. She really wanted to work with her aunt, and Laura felt some responsibility toward mentoring her. My vote helped Evelyn get here.

"For your information, we both know a lot about each of you. That includes what your professors at your law schools wrote in their recommendations and in calls we made to them. You might want to know what they think of you before you go back. Especially you, Daniels."

It was now nearly 5:00 p.m. Being the Fourth of July weekend, there were a few twilight games on television. The living room of the townhouse came furnished with a sofa, loveseat, armchair, around a conventional cocktail table/ end tables/lamp table scheme, all facing a giant screen television. Wilson and Quentin sat at either end of the sofa, Scott in the chair. Wilson picked up the remote and surfed through the channels. None of the teams were the home team of any of the three, so they settled for an interleague game between cross-town rivals White Sox and Cubs.

"Anyone for pizza?" he asked. The other two nodded. Wilson took out his cell phone and placed an order. Having the phone out he dialed his office voicemail. After listening for about two minutes, he then dialed a second time.

"Laura, Wilson here. Just checked my voicemail. You seem upset."

"Calm down, Laura. Chadwick's version might be different."

"Yeah, I'm at their townhouse now."

Wilson pulled the cellphone away from his ear. "Chadwick, exactly what did you do on that mountain?"

"Nothing." Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Really. Nothing. The mountain was closed to climbers, Evelyn wanted a refund, the desk clerk didn't want to give one, I suggested----that Evelyn and I might just enjoy the weekend together, without climbing. She flew off the handle and we came back home. That's it. Really."

"Laura, the boy says he only hit on your niece. Can't blame him for that, after all, he didn't know."

"He knows pretty much everything. Daniels too."

"No, I'm not planning on telling the whole firm. It's just that Chadwick and Evelyn were supposed to be climbing that damn mountain this weekend and Tompkins was homesick, it seemed like a good time for Quentin and I ..."

"Yes, Laura. Quentin Daniels and me!"

"Not exactly. It's more Daniels dipping his pen in the company ink."

"Yeah, Laura, I meant it exactly like it sounded. Glad you enjoyed it."

"Well, when Scott got back he caught Daniels and me ... in flagrante delicto, as the divorce lawyers like to say."

"Yeah, he was shell shocked. We had to clear the air, so when it came to why he was here and not at Tulahoma, Evelyn entered the picture."

"I think he's cool about everything." Wilson looked at Scott. "If not, I can always beat the shit out of him." Being a lawyer is great, but sometimes you have to fall back on basic white fear. If they say anything, this big black thug would pound them into the pavement. Fear of a thorough ass whupping can sometimes be the best restraining order!

"I haven't told them about Mr. Klijsters."

"Well, everyone at the firm is curious, Laura."

"Hello, Mr. Klijsters, nice to hear you."

"Daniels has a very large pen."

Wilson looks at Quentin. "Daniels, you ever fuck a woman?" Quentin is surprised at the question. He nods his head in the affirmative. "He says yeah."

He looks at Quentin a second time. "Ever fuck one in the ass?" Quentin shakes his head no. "Nope." Wilson said into the phone.

"You sure about this?"

"Okay, we'll be over tomorrow about six."

Wilson placed the cell phone back in its holder. Both interns were looking at him intently. "We're invited to the Klijsters tomorrow for dinner. Six p.m. I said we'll all be there." He looked at the two of them. "All three of us. Tomorrow. Six p.m. Any objections?"

The two looked at each other then at Wilson. His facial expression and body language argued against any objections. And there was the threat of beating the shit out of Scott. But Quentin did have a question. The doorbell rang. It was the pizza delivery man. Wilson paid him, and returned to his seat on the sofa, placing the two pizzas he ordered on the table. He opened the first one--linguica, mushrooms, two cheeses, black olives--and took a slice, followed by Quentin and Scott. Quentin held his in the air and lowered it, point first, into his mouth. The sight caused Wilson to think about the reason he was at the town house.

"Chadwick," Wilson boomed. "Would you like to make a beer run?" Scott knew this was not a question. "None of that German crap in green bottles! I'd like some Kronenburg. Cold. About a case." Scott stood and waited, expecting Wilson to give him some money. Wilson looked at him, "You still here, Chadwick?" Resigned to paying for it, Chadwick left.

As the door closed, Quentin looked at Wilson. "I thought you brought a case of Kronenburg this morning?"

"I did," Wilson smiled. "The last case on this side of town until after the Fourth." He went to the fridge and pulled out a four-pack. Setting it on the cocktail table, he began unfastening his pants. "I don't think we were finished when Mr. Chadwick came home, Mr. Daniels."

Quentin reached for one of the Kronenburgs. He twisted of the cap as Wilson stepped out off his pants and boxers, his nine-inch cock beginning to stiffen. Quentin took a swig, holding it in his mouth to induce coldness. Beer and cock, he thought, the breakfast of champions!

Scott drove from one liquor store to another without luck for two hours looking for Kronenburg beer. If it wasn't for the fact that all the store clerk knew about the beer Scott would have thought he had been sent on a wild goose chase. Scott wondered what to say to Wilson when he returned empty-handed. But when he entered the townhouse he found Wilson on his back again, one leg along the back of the sofa, the other on the cocktail table, his nine-inch dick laying against his very black belly, and Quentin again plowing his ass. This time they didn't stop when he closed the door; they just turned and looked at him, both smiling broadly. Quentin kept riding Wilson for another fifteen or twenty minutes before he buried himself in Wilson and came, laying on Wilson's broad torso as his cock twitched and spasmed.

Scott watched it all with a mixture of intrigue and revulsion. This was the first time he had really watched people fuck, and certainly the first time he had watched two men. Everything he thought about gay sex was wrong. The big black jock got his ass fucked, not the skinny white guy. The guy with the biggest dick got fucked, although Quentin was much larger than Scott. And they did it missionary style, not doggy style. The only thing that happened the way Scott thought it should was that Quentin was a cocksucker. Well, Wilson too, in a way. For when Quentin finished fucking Wilson, he pulled off the condom he was wearing--covered in shit--and poured a bottle of Kronenburg over his dick, washing his come into a glass. This he gave to Wilson, who downed it without hesitation. Then Quentin licked the underside of Wilson's cock, from balls to head, several times before Wilson grabbed Quentin's head and held his mouth on the head as Quentin worked it with his lips and tongue. Scott had expected to see Quentin get a mouthful of cum, but Quentin and Wilson had fucked so much that day that this was a dry cum, with Wilson having all the sensations of orgasm without shooting anything. Scott had never seen anything like it.

He didn't have to explain about the beer. When the two gays had recovered enough, they went to Quentin's room without saying anything. When he went to his room, Quentin's door was wide open. He tried not to look but did so anyway, seeing the two sleeping spoon fashion, the geeky Quentin pressed against Wilson's bearlike back, his arm around Wilson, gripping the base of his immense cock. That image haunted Scott's dreams that night.

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Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 02



This is a sequel to "Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate: Chapter 1"

Sunday July 2nd

Scott got up early. He normally watched all the Sunday morning talk shows, but this being a holiday weekend, he knew nothing of importance would be covered. As he made coffee he looked at the living room, proof that yesterday was more than a bad dream. There were still half a pizza on the cocktail table, and empty beer cans and bottles. Damn! he thought as he looked over the scene. Those are Kronenburg bottles! And there was Kronenburg in the house all along! Why did Wilson send him ... Damn, I'm slow! Scott thought.

As he listened to George Will brag about being a Cubbie, Scott recollected that the Cubs had won last night, 4-3 on a Sammy Sosa grand slam in the bottom of the ninth with two out. It wasn't only Wilson who got fucked last night. Four years as an undergraduate and a year at law school gives one a taste for cold pizza and stale warm beer at 8 a.m. Scott sat in the armchair, opened one of the bottles and took a slice of pizza. He looked at the sofa, convinced he'd never sit on it again. Even cold the pizza wasn't bad. The Kronenburg was sweet, with a pleasant aftertaste. Not bitter like Heineken. No wonder Wilson didn't want any German beer. When This Week ended, Scott looked around, debating whether to clean the place. In addition to the beer cans and bottles and the empty pizza boxes were Wilson's and Quentin's pants and underwear, bunched on the floor next to the sofa. The feces-coated condom on top of Quentin's clothing decided the issue: their fuck up, their clean up. Well, at least the clothing. Scott began gathering the beer containers and the pizza boxes. He had just finished when Wilson and Quentin came down the stairs.

"Morning, Chadwick," Wilson said, echoed by Quentin.

"Good morning," Scott returned, desultorily.

Wilson looked around the living room and the kitchen approvingly. Only when he saw his and Quentin's clothing did he frown.

"Seems like we left some of our mess down here," he said to Quentin. Each went over to his clothing, picking the pile up. Quentin gingerly picked up the condom, depositing it in the garbage Scott was taking outside. Scott screwed up his nose although there was no scent.

Quentin opened the door and Scott quickly made the trip to the dumpster. The townhouse was part of a cul-de-sac in a gated community, the cul-de-sac being made up of five two story townhouses, all owned by Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini. The dumpster served all five townhouses. Three were used as summer housing for the summer associates, or relocation housing for new associates and partners. The fourth was the firm's guest house, and the fifth for assignations and rendezvous of a nefarious nature. The townhouse at the rear of the cul-de-sac were for female associates, and Evelyn's residence. The dumpster was next to it. Scott felt some relief that Evelyn's car was gone.

When he returned to the house Wilson and Quentin were sitting at the dining table drinking coffee. Scott saw that the pot he had made was empty. They could've made a new pot, he groused to himself. He put the garbage can back under the sink, then went to watch more talk shows. The clothing had been removed. Wilson finished his coffee then looked at Scott then Quentin.

"You gonna eat?"

Quentin knew that Wilson was asking him to fix breakfast. "You're the bitch," he responded.

Wilson never liked this part of being a bottom. At some point the top expects him to take on traditional female roles. He never did, but the expectation always upset him. "Only in bed, Daniels, only in bed. Forget that, and I'll make you the bitch."

The thought of Wilson's nine inch prick with its three-inch wide head invading his ass sent shivers through Quentin. He'd taken it in the ass only a few times, and only once voluntarily. "Why don't we go to IHOP, my treat?"

Good move, thought Wilson. "Chadwick, Quentin's buying breakfast. Wanna come?"

Scott shook his head. "I've already eaten." Wilson looked around the kitchen for signs of a meal having been prepared. "Pizza and beer," Chadwick added.

Wilson nodded in acceptance of the explanation. He took out his car keys and headed for the door, followed by Quentin like a puppy.

***

Wilson and Quentin returned around 1 p.m. to find Scott channel surfing the tv. After passing on NASCAR and golf, he settled on another baseball game between teams he didn't care about. Wilson and Quentin resumed their same positions on the sofa they had the previous evening. They had watched the first seven innings when Scott got up and got a beer from the fridge.

"Make that your last one, Chadwick," Wilson ordered. Scott looked at him in confusion. "We have a date with the Klijsters this evening, remember? I don't want you spurning their cooking." He looked at Quentin. "Or you either."

The admonition raised a question Quentin had meant to ask the previous evening. "What was all that shit about whether I'd ever fucked a woman? And in the ass, yet?"

Wilson looked at Quentin, then at Scott. He knew he would have to explain more than he had intended. "You don't know who--or rather what--Mr. Klijsters is," he began. "He's a she, a woman. Laura's lover." He looked at Quentin. "And she can give head as good as you. I would say better, Quint, but you're one cocksucker that's hard to top." Quentin thought that he had just been given a compliment, maybe. "And she takes me up the ass. All the way. So 'Mr. and Mrs.' Klijsters and I get it on regularly. And she tries to take me in her pussy every now and then. I'm the only cock that's been there in the last two years. Or in Laura's. Laura don't care about being fucked, but Mr. Klijster likes to tease Laura's pussy with my cockhead like a giant dildo. The two of them have a thing with me. Could say I'm being used, but the way they lick and kiss my cock while they're rubbing their pussies with it makes it all right with me. Like Bill Withers says: 'If it feels this good being used, you'd wish that you were in my shoes. They can keep on usin' me, 'til they used me up.' " Wilson sung most of this off key, proof that not all Blacks got rhythm or soul. He went to the counter and got another beer.

Quentin was not satisfied. "What does that have to do with whether or not I ever fucked a woman?"

Wilson drained the can in one swallow. "You're hung. You like fucking ass. But you're not as big as me. I think Mr. Klijsters has designs on you, young man."

Quentin sagged into the sofa. Fucking a woman in the ass. He'd never even thought of that. That there are women who could handle him both vaginally and anally--and wanted to--was a revelation. Only he couldn't figure why Wilson was still calling her Mr. Klijsters.

Scott returned to his chair, still not sure why he was invited, or needed to go, except he didn't want Wilson to beat the shit out of him. It seemed so unfair. Wilson, the big fag, gets to be fucked in the ass and get his gigantic cock sucked. And might even get some dyke pussy! Quentin not only gets to fuck Wilson, but it looks like he'll get to fuck a woman in both the pussy and the ass! And he, Scott Chadwick, gets to be around three women, each of whom prefer to fuck each other or some queers with a supersized pricks rather than straight Scott Chadwick with his normal size dick. It ain't easy being a white boy!

"Look, Mr. Woodrow," he whined. "I'm cool about you and Quentin here. I'm even cool about Van Dyke now that I know the score. I said I'll keep quiet. I don't want to antagonize my boss any more than I have. But I don't want to socialize with her either."

Wilson studied Scott. Finally, he said, "Chadwick, what is the function of the jury?"

Scott was surprised at the question. "To decide issues of fact and reach a decision as to the innocence or guilt of the defendant in a criminal case, or the sufficiency of the evidence for and against each of the parties in a civil case."

"Close enough," Wilson said. "And how does the jury decide issues of fact or the sufficiency of evidence?"

Again, Scott was perplexed. "By hearing the evidence?"

"And how is the evidence presented in a trial?"

"Through the witnesses."

"And how do the jurors evaluate that evidence?"

"By observing the witnesses, their demeanor, voice, body language ..."

Wilson sighed. "Chadwick, I believe you'll keep your mouth shut. I've observed your demeanor, body language, voice, etc. But the Klijsters and Van Dyke haven't. You need to convince them that you're 'cool' with our sexual orientation."

"So I'm on trial?"

"Yes."

"And what if I fail?"

Wilson smiled broadly. "The entire firm knows you and Van Dyke went mountain climbing this weekend. No one knows you returned. Mountain climbing is very dangerous. You said two people died on that mountain this weekend? If two can die there, so can three."

The unadorned brutality of the threat shocked Scott. Keeping his mouth shut had escalated from a threat of being beaten to being killed. And the escalation was not sudden. Wilson had thought about this, maybe even discussed it with the Klijsters. He had to convince three lesbians that he was not a raging homophobe or they and Wilson might--would--kill him.

Wilson could hear Scott thinking. He smiled broadly again as he turned to the tv. If the threat of an ass whupping can be a restraining order, than the threat of death is a permanent injunction. Quentin had listened to this with a mixture of amusement and fear. Chadwick was a golden boy, an upper-middle class white boy with looks and prerogatives. Everything had been given to him as a birthright, even his good looks. It was nice to see him sweat. But Quentin realized he was in the same boat. One slip on his part, and he could destroy the careers of Wilson Woodrow and Laura Klijsters as easily as Chadwick. Of course he might be destroying his own career at the same time.

"Am I on trial, too?" Quentin asked, tentatively.

Wilson looked at Quentin sideways, then stood, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Wilson pulled it out fully, his handling of it giving it some rigidity. Scott tried not to look, but was drawn to it. Wilson walked over to Quentin, holding his cock so that the head was less than an inch from his mouth. Quentin looked at Scott ashamedly, then at Wilson in fear. He leaned forward and took the head in his mouth and sucked. After several minutes, Wilson pulled his dick away.

"Nope. You've been tried and found guilty," he said, nearly laughing. "Of being the world's second best cocksucker!" He then looked at Scott with disdain.

Scott watched, fascinated at seeing his first homosexual blowjob, and that Quentin could get the giant head into his mouth. When Wilson looked at him, a dread he had never known shook him. Wilson wouldn't want him to suck his cock, would he? Wilson returned to his place on the couch, leaving his cock lying alongside his leg. Quentin wondered if he'd be required to service it again; Scott wondered if he would be spared servicing it. Wilson enjoyed the ball game.

***

"Isn't this a lot of food?" Evelyn asked. On the verandah beside the pool five cut-up chickens, three slabs of pork ribs, and various links of sausages were cooking on the grill. Hamburger patties, steaks, and hot dogs were in the outside refrigerator, to which Evelyn was adding the potato salad, in addition to the cole slaw and tossed salads already there. Unopened bags of potato chips, corn chips, nachos and other snacks and several cases of soft drinks and that Kronenberg beer were in tubs, waiting for ice. In addition to the picnic table and benches, they had set up two folding tables.

Adele Klijster looked her diminutive house guest with amusement. "You know, Evelyn,, you really need to enjoy the company of men. For three women, this is a lot of food. For three men, it's a snack."

Adele Klijster was the "Mr." Klijster of the Mr. and Mrs. Klijster household. Evelyn had never understood why she was accorded this honorific. Her aunt was taller than Adele by at least two inches, the only breadwinner in the household, and the more masculine in appearance, not that she was masculine at all. It was just that Adele was the perfect suburban housewife: about five four, one hundred and fifty pounds, 48, her hair up. Still pretty, it was clear she had been a great beauty at half her age. Unlike Laura, she always wore full make-up, and never left the house unpainted. She always wore dresses and skirts. Even now she was wearing a dress that barely reached mid-thigh, in a Grecian style that evoked images of Helen of Troy and Aphrodite and Diana--or maybe Hera and Athena. The Grecian look was enhanced by the white high-heel sandals she was wearing. The neckline scooped downward, revealing the top of very ample breasts and deep cleavage. Sort of like a middle-aged Helen or Aphrodite.

Adele continued. "We're going to have three men over here in a few hours. They're going to be hungry, and thirsty. As hostesses, we have a duty to see to their needs. It's a skill you need to cultivate, young lady."

Evelyn shuddered at the remarks. Damn, she sounds like my mother, thought Evelyn. "Since I'm a lesbian," Evelyn rejoined, "why should I have anything to do with men, socially?"

Adele looked at Laura in exasperation, then at Evelyn again. "If you knew how to handle men socially, young lady, you'd be climbing some stupid mountain with this Scott boy rather than being here with two old--mature--women."

Evelyn pouted. She thought she had explained everything to both Adele and Laura. The mountain was closed to climbing and Scott hit on her. They were lesbians; they should understand. "What was I supposed to do, sleep with Chadwick?"

"No," Adele replied, "but you could still have enjoyed the mountains. Most young women your age know how to string a guy along. He's not a rapist, is he?" Adele looked at Evelyn, waiting for her reply. None coming, she continued. "You think men don't hit on Laura or me? You have to learn how to handle it."

"Okay, so I'm socially backward. How is inviting Chadwick, Daniels and Mr. Woodrow going to change that?"

"Well, I hope you will at least try to be a gracious hostess. All three know about your sexual orientation, as your generation prefers to say. I doubt whether any of them will come on to you. But we need to make sure that they keep your aunt's private life a secret. And if that means that you have to let this Chadwick boy fuck your brains out, I expect you to do it!"

Evelyn's pout turned into a fish-mouth gape. She looked at her aunt then at Adele. Both had a determined look on their faces. "Ohmigod! You're going to have sex with these guys! And they expect me to join in!"

"Yes, we do," Laura said. Evelyn looked at her aunt with shock at her acquiescence and betrayal.

"You don't have to fuck anybody, Evelyn." Adele moderated. "But you know that Laura and I have a relationship with Woody. We don't expect you to have sex with him." The two older women exchanged knowing looks. "From what I hear of this Mr. Daniels, I don't think you need to worry about him. And both your aunt and I can handle this Scott Chadwick boy. But you've got to realize that there's nothing wrong with taking a cock in your pussy every now and then. The only thing wrong with a dick is the prick it's attached to."

Adele had made this last comment often. In fact, it was not completely accurate to call Adele a lesbian. She enjoyed sex, period. She just found it easier to live with Laura and have her affairs than to live with a man and have them. And she had to live with someone. Living alone did not suit her, and someone had to pay the bills!

"Now, you two," she said, returning to her preparations. "Woody and the two young men will be here at 6 p.m." She looked at Laura. "You know how punctual he is." Looking at Evelyn. "I expect them to see three ladies hosting a summer picnic. That means dresses!"

Evelyn was wearing the same jeans she had worn on Saturday. She had come straight to her aunt's home after dropping off Scott, seething with rage. Laura was in slacks and a pullover, having spent most of the morning driving Adele from store to store. Evelyn gave Adele a pained look and looked to her aunt for relief. None came.

"I have a couple of sun dresses," Laura chirped. "Of course, either one will come down to Evie's ankles," Laura laughed.

"I don't recommend wearing anything underneath, Laura," Adele advised, more for Evelyn's benefit than Laura's. "And Evelyn darling," she cooed, "as the person who just spent most of the last day with her face in your crotch, you need to make sure Scott ... or me ... would want to do it again."

"Now I smell?" she sneered. "You usually said she loved my aroma." Evelyn stomped off to the shower of one of the guest rooms.

"That last bit was unwarranted." Laura reproved.

"Maybe," Adele rejoined, "maybe. But if we want this Scott boy to keep quiet, we might have to sacrifice Evelyn's virginity. And a fresh-smelling twat won't hurt."

***

Wilson pulled up to the Klijster residence at 5:57 p.m. It was a single story ranch house, Prairie-style, with a 50-foot apron of lawn along its 150-foot frontage. The three of them were walking single-file, Wilson leading. The door opened when they still had ten feet of curving walkway to cover. Scott was surprised at the woman who stepped out. She held out her arms to Wilson, who scooped her up like a father picking her a small child. She through her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist and gave him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Scott noted that this was the first kiss he had seen anyone give or get all weekend.

The woman's motion caused her gown to ride up her legs, revealing the bottom of the cheeks of her ass. She was the same pasty whiteness as Quentin, and the contrast of her arms around Wilson's dark neck, her face plastered at the lips to his again made a stark contrast. They stayed linked at the lips for some time, frenching each other, while the two interns stood watching, first disinterested, then embarrassed. After a few minutes, the woman broke the kiss and indicate that Wilson should put her down. He did so gently, like a father lowering a toddler. She smiled at Scott and Quentin, a brilliant smile diminished only by the smeared lipstick. Without a word, she took Wilson's hand and led him inside. The interns followed.

When everyone was inside, the woman closed the door. Only then did Scott see Laura and Evelyn. They had been just inside the doorway all the time. Both were wearing sundresses, the first time either Quentin or Scott had seen either woman in a dress. Laura's stopped just above the knee, Evelyn's too her ankles. Laura spoke first, but not to the men.

"Adele, you need to fix your make-up," she said, handing the woman a compact. As the woman repaired the damage, Laura walked around her to Scott, who was the last one in, then to Quentin, then to Wilson, like a drill sergeant inspecting his troops, and not pleased with what she saw. By the time she returned to her original position, Adele's make-up was perfect, and she looked liked the vivacious lawyer's wife she was. She looked expectantly at Wilson.

"Quentin," he began, " this is Mr. Klijsters. Mr. Klijsters, Quentin Daniels." Quentin thought the title extremely ridiculous when applied to this obviously feminine woman. But who was he to comment on social conventions.

Adele held out her hand. As they shook, she scolded, "So you're the one who's kept Woody away from us all summer."

Wilson continued the introductions. "Scott, Mr. Klijsters. Mr. Klijsters, Scott Chadwick." Scott also found the honorific disconsonance, and likewise stayed silent.

"So you're Scott Daniels." Adele beamed, extending her hand again. As they shook, she turned to Evelyn. "You didn't mention that he was so handsome. I don't understand why you don't want to fuck him." When she returned her smiling face to Scott, it was to a very red faced Scott. "Ohhh. Did I embarrass you, Scotty? I'm sorry." She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, taking his bottom lip between hers. "I'll see if I can make it up to you ... later."




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 02



Scott was unsure what she meant, but was beginning to get an erection. Adele turned to Wilson, "Have you eaten?"

"Not since breakfast."

"Then we must get these gentlemen fed," she bubbled.

Turning on her high-heels, she strode through a set of French doors to a pool. As Scott trailed Adele, Wilson, and Quentin, he noticed that the house wrapped around this area, about 25-feet by 50 feet, on three sides with the fourth being a gully leading down to a creek. The pool was 15' x 32', with a five-foot wide apron on all sides of the pool. Just outside the French doors, to one side, were the tables covered with picnic items: paper plates, plastic forks and knives, a tin washtub filled with melting ice, beer and soft drinks. Potato salad, green salad, barbecued chicken, sausages, steaks and ribs. Enough food to feed the six of them for several days.

"Help yourself, gentlemen," Adele offered.

Scott now realized why Wilson had forbidden them from eating all day. While courtesy would have had them take a token meal, hunger made both him and Quentin dig into the feast. Wilson settled for a steak sandwich and another Kronenburg. Scott wondered if he and the Klijsters were the only people in Capital City who drank this brand. Laura and Evelyn had followed them out. Evelyn stood away from them, while Laura opened a soft drink, studying Quentin. Both interns were so busy eating they did not realize they were being studied like specimens of a strange species. Adele had pulled Wilson aside and was engaging in an animated conversation with him, looking at Quentin every now and then. When she realized that her guests were not mingling, she went over to Scott, hooking her arm in his.

"You know, Scotty, I could never get Evelyn to explain to me why people climb mountains. Maybe you could tell me why?" She led him toward some chairs on the lawn in the shade. As the two were talking, Laura shot Evelyn a "start mixing" look. This really meant that everyone zeroed in on Quentin. Quentin had been so busy stuffing his face, he hadn't realized what was happening, only to look up and find himself surrounded. He stopped in mid-bite, paper plate in one hand, a rib in his mouth.

"Relax, Daniels," Wilson said. "You're among friends here. Just remember, we ..." indicating himself, Laura and Evelyn, "call her Adele. You and Chadwick will always address her as Mr. Klijsters." Quentin stared at him blankly. "Don't ask why, just do it!" Quentin shrugged his shoulders, removing the now clean bone from his mouth. Laura had moved to his side by now and openly fondled the front of his pants. Stroking his cock through his pants, she smiled smugly at Quentin. He looked from her to Evelyn to Wilson. Evelyn looked disgusted, Wilson uninvolved. Quentin looked at his roomie and was surprised to see Mr. Klijsters hand resting on his crotch. Not resting, actually. Her hand was on his thigh and she was brushing the tips of her fingernails across the crotch.

As Quentin watched, Adele and Scott stood and walked, hand-in-hand, to one of the sliding doors of the side portions of the house and went inside. Evelyn folded her arms in a pout; Wilson and Laura sat down in two of the lawn chairs. Not seeing anything else to do, Quentin did the same, placing Wilson in the middle.

"So," Wilson began, "how's your case going?" The question was spoken into the air, but was evidently meant for Laura.

"Not good, Woody," she replied, "not good at all. Our client violated every law and regulation on the books, got caught with his hands in the cookie jar and cookie crumbs around his mouth. He's a despicable character who everyone wants to see strung up, even if he's innocent, which he is not. The plaintiff is an old couple--retired teachers who volunteer with autistic children--who lost their life savings to his schemes. He's lied to me and every lawyer and legal assistant on this case about every material point and issue from day one, and the judge is ready to throw us into jail with him. I'd like to resign from the case, but I can only do that if the firm resigns, and no firm named Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini is going to drop a client named Judson Elkington the Fifth. He's going up the river, and I'm going down the tubes."

"Sorry to hear that, Laura," Wilson consoled her, half-heartedly.

Wilson Woodrow was not unsympathetic. Every lawyer at the firm knew that Elkington V was a liar, cheat, embezzler, swindler, and whatever other type of white-collar criminal one could be. They were defending him against the fraud charges in a civil action, while several other firms had resigned from his criminal defense. The case landed on Laura's desk for two reasons. First, she was the best civil defense litigator in the firm. Second, the managing partners could use a judgment against Elkington V as a basis to fire her. It was a gamble. If she got him off, her senior partnership was assured. Failure, the blue-nosed snots who were the senior partners would be rid of a pushy broad whose only claim to membership in their firm--and the country clubs and other perks that went with it--were legal brilliance, dedication to the law, determination, commitment, and hard work. In a word--merit. Damn stupid reason to make her a senior partner. Damn stupid reason to make her a partner! Wilson knew the score. And so did Laura.

Evelyn did not. Hearing how bad their case was for the first time aroused her anxiety. She had planned--no, hoped--to be an associate next summer, and after graduation, eventually practicing law as a partner with her aunt. Now she realized that her aunt's job was on the line.

"So when are we starting our own law practice?" Wilson asked nonchalantly.

"I figure they'll ask me to clean out my desk the same day the jury finds for the Grajunkowics. Figure I can have an office up and running by the first of the following month." Laura answered.

"Not giving me much time, Klijsters," Wilson said.

"How much time you think they'd give you once they find out their prize Black jock attorney turned down a pro career because he's a punk-ass fag?"

"Ouch!" Wilson said loudly. They both laughed.

Evelyn relaxed somewhat. So Aunt Laura wasn't really worried about losing this case. And Mr. Woodrow is gay? She knew he got it on with Adele and Laura, in fact the only man she ever knew was part of their sex lives. But that he did it with men? Boy, this was so confusing. Adele had spent the entire afternoon and evening yesterday eating her pussy to calm her down from what Scott had tried earlier that day, and now she was fucking Scott as if nothing had happened between them.

Quentin was just sitting there all eyes and ears. Being a litigation associate, his primary duties was to carry one of the partners' briefcase in and out of the courtroom, and spend long hours in the law library researching arcane issues and little known cases. He hoped--like Evelyn--to return next summer. But he didn't plan beyond that. He thought he'd gotten an in when he hooked up with Woodrow. They'd been at the health club membership at Elkington brings, when Wilson caught him looking at his huge cock in the showers. Wilson waved it at Quentin, asking "Wanna suck it, white boy?" Quentin did, without hesitation. They went back to Wilson's apartment, and the rest is history. When Wilson asked Quentin if he wanted it up the ass, Quentin explained that he didn't take it that way, but would give it that way. Wilson had taken it that way regularly since high school. None was as big as Quentin, but Quentin gave head--good head--so he gave Quentin his ass. Funny ... skinny white guy with a big dick fucks him better than all the other jocks he'd been with. Liked to do it missionary style. Knew how to ease it in and out. Could jiggle the head in and out of his sphincter just right. Liked to kiss his chest when he came. Wilson didn't know it, but he was in love.

Quentin didn't know it either. He did know that his ticket in was now a closed door. And being a cocksucking top meant that he'd always be in danger even if he did get hired. But what about this new firm Woodrow and Klijster were discussing? A closeted dyke and a closeted punk fag who engaged in threesomes with her live-in partner, with a dyke niece who'd also wanted to work with her aunt? It could work for him.

***

Adele had kept up a mindless chatter about how brave Scott and Evelyn were to climb mountains as she walked him to her bedroom. Scott had said nothing, mainly because he could think of nothing to say. Once inside her room, Adele's conversation took an abrupt turn.

"Scotty, how long has it been since you've had a woman?" she asked, sitting on the bed so that her dress rode up, exposing her cunt.

Scott was taken aback by both Adele's question and action. Or rather actions. He had expected to spend the day in the company of gays interested only in each other. Instead his time had been monopolized by this attractive and voluptuous vixen who couldn't keep her hands off his crotch. Was she just a tease, the sexual mentor of Evelyn? And now she was showing him something he hadn't seen in months.

"About four months, Adele."

At the mention of her name, a cold fire lit in her steel gray eyes. "MR. Klijsters, Scott. MR. Klijsters. You will always address me as Mr. Klijsters. And always refer to me in the masculine gender."

This confused Scott even more. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, only to receive her steely glare again. "I mean ... yes, sir."

"Good," Adele said, her tone softening somewhat. "Come here."

Scott obeyed, standing directly in front of her. Adele opened her legs as she reached for his belt, pulling him to the side of the bed as she unfastened it. She unzipped his chinos, pulling them down to his ankles. His six and-a-half-inch prick poked through his boxers. Adele pulled the boxers down also, Scott's cock disappearing then bouncing back. Adele took it firmly in the fist of her right hand, looked at it clinically, then pulled it--and Scott--to her. She swallowed him whole, her lips leaving traces of lipstick on his pubic hairs. She pulled her head back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock until she came back to the ridge behind the head. She then sucked hard on the head. Scott nearly came. Adele took her mouth off of him, gripped his shaft strongly in her hand again and scooted back on the bed, pulling Scott with her. The motion caused him to fall on top of her, which aided Adele's insertion of his cock into her cunt. Before he realized what was happening, Adele had wrapped her legs around him, planted her heeled sandals on each of his ass cheeks, pushed him into her up to his balls, and contracted her cunt muscles around him.

Scott was vaguely aware of all of this, yet not aware, seeing that he was the central actor in all of these things. The only thing that registered was the sensation of his cock twitching inside of a pussy as he shot his first load in months into something other than his hand. As this awareness hit him, he became aware of lips on his, with a strange taste, of hands holding his heads, of something sharp digging into his buttocks, of the feel of flesh pressing against his sides, and something very soft and feminine underneath him.

Adele broke the kiss, continuing to milk Scott's cock. She pulled his head next to her, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. "That should take care of your blue ball situation, Scotty, now why don't you give me a good fuck."

Her cuntal contractions had brought him back to hardness. He placed his forearms on either side of the mature beauty, got on his knees and began to stroke in and out of her to the best of his ability. Adele placed her feet on the bed, opening her thighs to permit Scott greater movement. She relaxed her cunt and let Scott pound away. Not much on technique, she thought, but adequate. She was just beginning to feel an orgasm approaching when Scott stiffened on top of her, then collapsed onto her voluptuous body. Why can't these straights hold off long enough for a girl to get her cookies? Adele thought.

Scott lay on top of Adele enjoying the sensation of his cock twitching and spurting inside a woman for the second time in less than fifteen minutes, when he had not had pussy in months. He marveled at how soft and feminine--no, womanly--Adele felt beneath him. For the first time he realized he still had his shirt on, and she was still wearing her dress. He would love to feel her breasts against his chest. He wanted to kiss her, but was afraid to. The last time he had taken manly prerogatives with a woman he had ended up on his ass, his job in jeopardy and his physical well-being, not to mention his life, placed in danger. Well, why not just lay there?

Adele waited for Scott to stop spurting and begin to deflate before she gently eased him off of her. Scott rolled over on his back, still breathing deeply. Adele got out of bed and removed the dress, tossing it to a chair on the far side of the room. She looked down at Scott and saw so many men she'd fucked: pants at their ankles, dicks deflated, covered with cum, shot for the day--or night. Why can't they be multi-orgasmic like women? Well, take away their penises and they can still satisfy me like a woman.

She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his cum leaking from her. She leaned over and kissed his belly, tonguing his navel. Scott moaned. Straightening up, Adele commanded him. "Eat me."

Scott practically jumped off the bed and scampered between her legs, only to draw back at the sight of his cum oozing from her gash. Adele grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face into her crotch, rubbing it across her pussy. Pushing him back she looked into his face, noting how handsome it was, even coated with cum and pussy juice.

"Never ate a woman?" she inquired. "Or never ate your own cum? Makes no difference, Scotty. You're going to do both now." She lay back and lifted her legs, placing then on Scott's shoulders. "Start at the crack of my ass, lick the area between ass and cunt, then lick the cunt from bottom to top. When you reach my clit, tongue it with the tip of your tongue, then go back to my ass and start all over again. And don't forget to lick up your cum!"

Scott followed Adele's instructions, guided by her firm grip on his ears. As he licked his cum from her cunt, he realized the strange taste when Adele kissed him was the taste of his cock. On his fourth trip to her ass Adele made him linger at the area some call the "taint" the area between the crack of the ass and the slit of the pussy that "taint" ass and "taint" pussy.

"Flatten you tongue and just rub it front to back," she instructed. The way she squeezed her thighs together and beat his back with her heels indicated he was doing it right. She reluctantly pulled him forward with more instruction. "Use the flat of your tongue, Scotty. Lick both lips together. Tongue my clit like you tongued my taint."

Scott did all of these things and Adele came. And came. And came. Scott had heard of multi-orgasmic women, but did not know that multi could be so many. By now Adele's hands had shifted to the back of Scott's head, her thighs were squeezing that head in a vise of flesh, and the stiletto heels of her sandals were raking his upper back. She pressed his face into her and used the leverage of her calves against his back to lift her ass off the bed. Just when Scott thought he was going to die of suffocation she released him completely, letting go of his head and lifting her legs off his shoulders. Still he kept his head buried in her pussy, lifting it just enough to breathe.

Adele pushed herself up on her elbows after she recovered. Looking down her body, over her breasts, down the slight plumpness of her belly, pass the forest of pubic hair, she saw the face of the man who had just given her several orgasms. His blond hair tousled, face covered with moisture, the look of a puppy awaiting approval, Adele momentarily felt affectionate. Momentarily. The vision she saw was quickly followed with the smell of those fluids. In fact, the room reeked of their fucking. Adele would have loved to take a bath, to luxuriate in scented, oily water as she taught this young man how to truly love a woman. But that would have to wait. After all, there were two more days to the holiday.

Adele was a woman on a mission. The reasons for inviting the men over were multiple. First, and foremost, was to make sure Scott would not divulge Laura's private life to anyone at Ellkngton's. Adele was quite certain that Scott was secure on that issue. The second was to have Laura get fucked. While Laura preferred lesbian sex, Adele insisted that she take cock on a regular basis. Not as often as Adele, but enough to know how to keep one satisfied. One never knows when one has to play Ms. Stepford in this world. In the last two years, they had only been with Wilson, and his cock was too big to give Laura a proper fucking. Scott's normal sized prick would suit Laura find. Evelyn too, if she could ever get beyond her heterosexual hang-ups. Having that dick still coated with Adele's juices, not to mention Scott's face, would be an added inducement to Laura's sucking his cock.

"You have promise, young man," she said. Scott felt a mixture of elation and disappointment. He was quite proud of what he had just done, only to find he received only a passing grade. Adele stood, nearly knocking Scott backwards. He instinctively grabbed her thighs and she reflexively grabbed his head, pushing him into her pussy again. He began licking again and it took an immense exercise of will for Adele to grab his ears and pull him away.

"We can continue this tomorrow, Scotty," she said, looking down at him. She stepped over him and grabbed a piece of cloth from the vanity bench. "Here, put this on." It landed on Scott's head.

The cloth was a wrap, about two feet wide. Scott stood, put it on, then nearly fell over his own clothing at his ankles. He looked sheepishly at Adele, then sat and removed his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Adele reached for his hand, and together they headed for the sliding doors. He wondered if she was going to put anything on before they exited her room. She didn't.

***

The sun was casting long shadows over the lawn when Adele's door slid open and she and Scott emerged. Scott was wearing something that wrapped around his hips and looked like a micro mini-skirt. Evelyn recognized it as exactly that--hers! Adele was still wearing her sandals, and nothing else! Scott was barefoot. They walked hand-in-hand again to the group. Evelyn was standing against the closed French door, her pout having returned. When the duo reached the foursome, Adele released Scott's hand and went to Evelyn. Without speaking she grabbed the young woman's head in both hands and kissed her deeply. Evelyn initially welcomed the kiss, then tried to pull away. Adele held her head firmly. Only after thoroughly swabbing the inside of Evelyn's mouth did Adele release her.

"That's how a mouth tastes after it's sucked cock, young lady.." Adele said, somewhat harshly. Evelyn wiped her lips, as if this could remove the taste from the inside of her mouth. "I made a mistake of seducing you when you were fifteen," Adele continued. "There's nothing wrong with cock, only with the pricks to whom they belong." This was a saying she had used often, usually in getting some lesbian she was involved with to include men in their relationship. "Laura had heard it several times, although she never fully accepted the first part. Adele pointed at Scott. "This young man has a perfectly acceptable cock. Could be taught how to use it better, but otherwise perfectly acceptable. He likes you. He's attracted to you. He wants to fuck you. You could do a whole lot worst. If you want to spend your life without cock, that's your loss. But if you're going to lose that hetero virginity of yours, I don't think you'll have an easier opportunity."




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 02



After making this speech, Adele went over to Quentin, slipping her hand under his armpit. He stood, and she slipped her arm around his waist. "So, Quentin, you've never fucked a woman in the ass?" were the last words the others heard as Adele and Quentin strolled towards her bedroom.

"Cute skirt," Wilson said, looking at Scott bemused.

Scott had not considered what he was putting on when Adele handed him the piece of cloth. Looking down, he now realized he was wearing a wraparound miniskirt. He looked up embarrassed. He then turned and looked towards Adele's room. He couldn't very well go back and get his pants now.

Laura was not about to let his embarrassment end. "Looks as good on you as it does on Evelyn."

Scott looked up at Evelyn, who couldn't suppress her own smirk. "I leave a lot of my clothing in Adele's room, too."

Laura turned to her niece. "Are you going to fuck Scott, Evelyn?"

Evelyn looked down and shook her head. She then looked up at Scott. "Sorry, Chadwick. I'm just not into boys."

"Mr. Chadwick," Laura addressed him. "Come over hear, please."

Scott came around and stood in front of Laura, who shocked him by removing the skirt. The cool air hitting his cock caused it to shrivel a little, soon remedied by Laura palming it. As it stiffened a little, she bent forward and ran her tongue around the head. Turning toward her niece again.

"I can still taste Adele. You should really get 'into boys' as you say. These really are unique flavors: pussy on cock, cock in a pussy, cock in a mouth, pussy on tongue. You know I knew when Adele seduced you? That afternoon at Branson College? I smelled you on her when we kissed, before our lips touched. And I tasted you on her mouth. I didn't know it was you, but I knew she had been with another woman. I can tell when she's been with a man, too, although that man has only been Woody here for the last couple of years."

Laura had maintained her grip on Scott while talking. She turned and swallowed him, working her tongue on the underside of his cock before sliding her mouth off of it.

"Like Adele said this afternoon, Evelyn, she and I are going to fuck these men this weekend," Laura continued. "If you intend to make love to either of us for the next three days, you better get use to tasting what our pussies and mouths taste like after taking cock. Especially Adele's. I think she's going to try to take Woody all the way this time."

Wilson looked at Laura. Laura smiled her approval, still holding Scott's now hard cock inches from her face. "Yeah, Woody, I think she's gonna try. Her pride's been hurt that there was a man she's met she couldn't handle. Like seducing Evelyn. With me burying my face in her muff every night you'd think she could've left a fifteen year old virgin alone. Not Adele. Get the aunt, get the niece. Everything's a challenge, a competition. Like a man. That's why we call her Mr. Klijster."

She turned and began sucking Scott again, not realizing the effect her words had on her niece. So Adele came after me as sport, thought Evelyn. Just another conquest. Is that why she wants me to fuck Scott? Another challenge, get the little dyke to give up some pussy to a man? Well, she's gonna lose this one. No man will ever get between these thighs.

Wilson got up and fixed himself a plate. No woman had ever taken him completely. Even Adele had never been able to get more than the head and a couple of inches in, and then neither one of them could move since he was so big. So that's why she wanted to meet Quentin. Think maybe he could open her up enough for him? Why not give it a shot. Have to admit one thing: Quentin is the best fuck he'd ever had. If he is as good fucking pussy as he is fucking ass, it might work.

Scott barely heard any of Laura's rant. He hadn't had a good fuck in three months, and now he was getting his dick sucked for the second time in one afternoon. And he had gotten laid! Never considered an older woman before, but he'd fuck Adele anytime she wanted him. And Laura. God could she suck dick! Who'd da thunk it? Did she say something about Mr. Klijster? What was this Mr. an Mrs. Klijster shit? Two broads who suck cock, one of who fucks like a minx, calling themselves Mr. and Mrs. And that cute little Evelyn a virgin. And a lesbian! Then there's Wilson Woodrow and Quentin. None of this makes sense. He suddenly became aware of Laura's teeth on his prick, nipping without hurting. Oh gawd, how does she do that! I'm gonna cum again.

'Oh, no you don't,' Laura thought. She'd had enough experience with cocks to know when one was nearing the point of no return. Her aversion to men was not an aversion to hetero sex, just to the mentality of pricks in possession of cocks. Adele's observation was so true. Her father, brothers, nephews, were all proof of that. But a good cock with no strings attached, that she could handle. Or fondle as the case may be. It'd been a good four or five years since she had a good fucking, a flat-on-your-back-legs-spread-with-his-balls-bouncing-off-your-ass pounding. Adele should have drained Scott enough to make him last. When she got through with him, he wouldn't even think about her niece. She stopped sucking and stood up, still holding Scott by the dick.

Turning to Evelyn, "Since you don't want to fuck Chadwick, mind if I do?" Before Evelyn could answer, her aunt thanked her. "Thank you very much. Be sure you get the food covered." Laura turned and headed for her room, which was the sliding doors opposite of Adele's.

***

Wilson and Evelyn watched the two parade across the apron, Scott bare-ass and barefoot, Laura in her sundress. As Laura closed the door to her room, Evelyn began covering up the food. Wilson finished eating, then piled up a second plate. Setting it on the table, he offered "Let me help you, Evelyn."

Evelyn smiled her thanks. While the food wasn't heavy, there was a lot of it. Adele had cooked enough for the entire holiday. Evelyn wondered why there was so much food, now she knew. Adele planned to fuck the three men all holiday long, or at least Wilson and Quentin. She didn't want to waste anytime cooking--or arguing about gender roles. She planned on having her pussy stretched to accommodate Wilson, even if she had to wear Quentin ragged. Wilson and Evelyn knew they would not see either of them before morning. Wilson just hoped Quentin would still be alive!

Wilson carried most of the food into the kitchen, then checked the grill to make sure it was completely out. He opened a beer and went around the house checking the doors and windows fronting on the street. Evelyn watched, remembering how her father performed the same routine daily--or rather nightly. For the first time in two years she missed him. She started sobbing uncontrollably, collapsing on the sofa.

Damn! thought Wilson. Those old broads finally broke her. So she's gay, not bisexual. No need for them to talk the way they did, to act the way they did. He sat beside her and put his arms around her shoulders tentatively. He didn't want her to think he was making a move, especially in her state. Evelyn turned into his chest at his first touch and continued crying. The two looked like some 1930's movie with Shirley Temple crying in the arms of Uncle Remus. Evelyn cried herself to sleep, and Wilson just sat there, afraid he would wake her if he moved. Soon he too fell asleep.

Evelyn woke first, a few hours after falling asleep. It took her only a few seconds to assess the situation and remember what happened. She looked up at Wilson affectionately. What if he and Aunt Laura were straight, got married, and visited her father and grandfather? If they were mad that she was gay, they would've gone insane at her marrying a nigger. And such a big one! But Evelyn would very much like to have an Uncle Wilson. She tried to sit up, but that log he called an arm pinned her. She tried several times in different ways to free herself but couldn't. There was only one thing to do. She shook Wilson. He did not wake up. She shook him harder. Sound sleeper. From her position, the outline of his right nipple showed against his shirt. She bit.

"Owww!" Wilson bellowed, wide awake.

Evelyn sat up on her knees and put her hand to his mouth. "Shh. We fell asleep on the sofa. I needed to get up, but you wouldn't wake up. Sorry if I hurt you."

Wilson rubbed his chest, then checked his watch. It was not yet 10 p.m. "You got quite a bite there, kid." He stood up, looking down at the small woman. "I'm sorry Adele and Laura were mean to you. I seldom see them that way. Well, not away from work."

"I wasn't crying about what they said ... or what they're doing. It was you."

"Me? What'd I say ... or do?"

"It was the way you were going around making sure everything is locked down and safe," she smiled. "Reminded me of my dad. Guess I don't hate him as much as I thought."

Wilson nodded in understanding. He missed his father too, only his father had died, broken hearted that Wilson turned down the pro contract. Sooner or later, he would have found out his son was gay. That would have hurt him more. Wilson turned and headed for the guest room. It had its own bathroom, one remodeled with a large spa for him to use as a tub. He had just settled into the water when Evelyn came in. He grabbed the washcloth to cover himself, but it was like putting a napkin over the head of a cobra.

Evelyn giggled at his modesty. "That's cute, Woody, really cute." He looked at her shamefaced. "My aunt is in her bedroom fucking the guy who wants to be my boyfriend. Her girlfriend's fucking your boyfriend. Your sitting in a custom-made tub because you spend most of your weekends over here fucking the two of them. Both of their heads have spent as much time between my legs in the last eight years as yours have between theirs. We're all here to fuck and suck each other for the holiday, and you try to hide a cock that is as long as my arm. And thicker!"

Wilson thought about what she said, but didn't remove the washcloth. "Still, Van Dyke, I'm not your boyfriend, or aunt, or Mr. Klijsters."

Evelyn snatched the washcloth away. The circumcised head bobbed above the water, an angry red cobra on a very black stalk. Evelyn took a deep breath. "My God, I never thought they grew that big!" Wilson reached for the washcloth, only to have Evelyn move away. "Adele wants that inside her?"

Wilson stood. He was not pleased. "Take a good look, give me the washcloth, and leave."

Evelyn did the first. Then she looked up at him. "Can I wash it? I'll be careful. Promise."

Wilson sighed. Why does his cock affect people this way? He nodded, sitting back in the spa. Evelyn came over and gingerly gripped it. She was right about one thing: it was as thick as her forearm. She gently rubbed the shaft with the cloth. He flinched when she touched the head.

"Sorry," she said. Squirting soap into her hand, she gently smoothed it over the head, then down the shaft, working up a lather.

"I think you better stop, unless you want a faceful of cum," he warned. She released him, and let him rinse himself off. He stood and began washing the rest of his body. When he reached around himself, she took the cloth and washed his back, standing on the edge of the spa to do so. She had to lean against him once to keep from falling, getting the front of her dress soaked. The spa came equipped with a spray nozzle, completing the soak job. She stood against the door as he dried himself, the dress clinging to her.

Damn! She's got a good set of knockers for such a small person, he observed. His dick got hard as he thought about what it would be like to fuck her if he wasn't so big. He turned his back to her, trying to hide his erection. She thought he wanted her to dry his back, so she climbed on the toilet seat, taking an extra towel to his back. Her touch did nothing to ease the situation. When he turned around to face her, the head of his dick slapped into her cleavage. 

The two just stood there, both looking at the head of Wilson's cock. Evelyn slowly placed her hands around the shaft, just below the head. Wilson was breathing heavily. Evelyn looked at him, saw the need in his eyes, then bowed her head and licked. She immediately recognized the taste. How many times had Adele come to her to have her pussy eaten after she had tried to take Wilson? Evelyn opened her mouth as wide as she could and placed her lips around the slit. She tongued it and sucked and squeezed and soon white stuff was flowing. Flowing into her mouth, over the head, down to her hands. So this is semen, she thought.

She pulled her head back and watched him flow like a volcano. She'd heard about eruptions, and was surprised that there were no explosive ejaculations staining the ceiling. Wilson just flowed, like a hose under low pressure. When he stopped, she licked the head again, causing him to twitch and moan. She stopped immediately when he moaned, thinking she had hurt him. Looking at his face she realized that it was the sound of pleasurable relief. She now understood the hold Adele had on him. And Laura. Maybe even Quentin. Give Wilson Woodrow good head, and he's yours. She bent her head and licked his head. She cleaned him, then licked the semen from his shaft. When she licked the underside, he moaned again. Oh wow! she thought. The underside is as sensitive as the head!

She didn't think about it, but this was the exact thing she thought was so gross when Adele suggested she do the same for Scott that morning. But this was not Chadwick. This was a man she liked, maybe even loved in an avuncular sort of way. And she had tastes his seed before, even if she didn't know it then. It wasn't unpleasant; even had a sort of sweet taste. Like that Kronenburg bee he likes.

Wilson took his cock from Evelyn's hands, bringing it down as it became limp. He turned on the water in the wash basin and rinsed the rest of himself off himself. Evelyn put her hands under the running water and rinsed the semen off of herself. Wilson turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress, pulling the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Like Adele, she wore nothing underneath, thinking she and Adele, or her aunt, or all three, would be eating each other that night. Wilson turned her around to face him, looking for some resistance in her face, some sign that she did not want this to go further.

But she did. She knew she could never accept his cock in her body, and that he would never even try. But she also knew Wilson was an expert at eating pussy, and hers was the only pussy in the Klijsters household he'd never eaten. And she needed to be eaten. She needed a strong tongue rasping her vulva. She needed something penetrating her, yet not penetrating her. She needed her clit flicked, and licked, and nibbled, and sucked. Wilson lifted her up by her waist, rested her thighs on his broad shoulders, and did all these things. She was the only one in the house who did not hear her scream for Wilson to never stop eating her, to swear she'd give up women if he could make her feel that good forever.

That first scream had brought out the protective instinct in Adele and Laura. Laura had thrown Scott off of her just as he was about to come when the second scream let her know her niece was in no danger.

***

Adele was just as concerned as Laura, but she had her face buried in a pillow and Quentin buried in her ass. Quentin was the third reason Adele wanted the men over for the holidays. She had always been upset that she could never take Wilson vaginally. She had figured if she could find a dick almost but not as big as the spade's, it would stretch her pussy enough to take Wilson. And now she had found it--or rather Wilson had found it for her! A very large pen he had said. Adele was determined to get that pen in her inkwell as soon as possible.

Entering her room, Quentin immediately noticed the smell of sex. 'These two really fucked up a storm!' he thought. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, until he felt her arms around his hips, unfastening his pants. Before he could think about it, Adele had a man's pants and underwear at his ankles for the second time that evening. She grabbed his cock and stroked it lovingly, gauging its size and heft from behind. Satisfied that the product was as advertised, she moved to face the item, never letting it go.

What she saw pleased her. She could grip it with both fists and still not cover the head. And she could barely close her fists around it. Her pussy began to palpitate at the thought of being invaded by this monster.

Adele beamed as she looked up at Quentin. "You've been ramming this up Wilson's ass for the last month?" Quentin nodded. "Do you prefer ass to pussy?"

Quentin swallowed, hard. Adele was not just holding him, but squeezing and releasing in a massage-like manner. No woman--no female--had handled him this way before. "I ... I ... most girls I've been with ... couldn't ... handle me."

"You're half right, Quentin," Adele smiled. "You're quite a lot to handle." She squeezed him, "but a woman--not a girl--can handle you. Not easily. But it can be done." As she spoke, Adele backed up until she felt the bed against her calves. Having already pulled a man into her less than an hour earlier, she found repeating the procedure almost routine. Almost.

Adele had taken Scott at one push all the way to his balls. She had to stop halfway with Quentin, even though this was less than Scott's full length. Still, this was more than she had ever taken of Wilson. She lay there, on her back, her legs in the air, bent at the knees, her hands on Quentin's shoulders, waiting for his next push. And waiting. And waiting.

Quentin did not know what to do. The furthest he had ever gotten with a girl was the insertion of the head of his cock. By that time the girl's screaming so scared him that he pulled out. Only with guys had he gotten beyond the head. Now he felt what it was like to be in a woman. He felt for the first time the velvety grip of cunt muscles versus the loose feel of an asshole. He instinctually knew he should push, just like fucking Wilson, but was afraid. Adele was much tighter. Could she take more of him?

Adele placed her heels on Quentin's buttocks and spurred him. Quentin jerked forward, filling her. Adele exhaled sharply, as much from Quentin's body on her as from his cock. She had never been this full. She caught her breath, then tried to squeeze Quentin cock. Every muscle in her cunt was at maximum. She looked at Quentin's geeky face, placed her hands on the sides and kissed him. Quentin instantly knew that Adele had sucked off Scott. Yet kissing a woman was pleasant! The way she took his top lip between hers and pressed her lips together, squeezing his lip gently, then the bottom lip, then the top. The way she ran her tongue inside his mouth. And the feel of her thighs along his sides. This is better than fucking a man. Except he couldn't move his cock.

Adele was of the same mind. However, she knew what to do about it. "Just lay there, Quentin darling," she cooed. "It'll take some time for me to adjust to you. Do all the men in your family have such big cocks?" She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his skinny body to hers. "You like my boobs, Quentin? You ever fuck titties? Of course not. Don't worry. I'll let you fuck mine. Oh yes, Quentin sweetie, I'll show you things to do with that big dick of yours you could never do with Woody."

As she spoke she rocked her hips, slowly adjusting to Quentin's size. Quentin was in a whirlwind. Soft tits pressing against him, soft thighs around him, a soft belly beneath him, soft lips on his. Fucking titties! That's something new! He felt her cunt loosen around him and began moving in and out. The sensation was pleasant, but he couldn't move fast, and especially not fast enough to cum. But he kept at it.




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 03



This is a sequel to "Scott Chadwick: Summer Associate Chapter 2"

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Monday, July 3rd

The day broke Monday morning over a very sexually satisfied Klijster household. Scott was snuggled against Laura's breasts, Quentin was spooning Adele, and Evelyn was cradled in Wilson's big arm. Adele woke early, immediately conscious of Quentin's cock laying against the crack of her ass. She would have loved to have him ream her again, but she needed to know what was happening with Evelyn and Wilson. Laura woke about the same time as Adele, with the same thought. She too had thoughts of having the man in her bed pleasure her, but familial instincts were bothering her. Did her niece finally lose her virginity to Wilson? She couldn't believe that, but something happened last night. She threw on a wrap and headed across the patio to the French doors leading to the center of the house. She and Adele met at Wilson's bedroom door. Their exchanged glances informed each other of their concern. After only a moment's hesitation, Laura opened the door. She could not tell whether she saw Shirley Temple sleeping on top of a big, living teddy bear, or King Kong with Fay Wray cuddled against his big torso. Either way, the sight was so endearing--and comic--that the two women just stood in the doorway, smiling.

This overall view the two women shared. Their interests, however drew their eyes to separate parts of the tableau. Adele's eyes went to Evelyn's crotch, which straddled Wilson's cock, leaving only his balls visible. She went over to the couple and licked Evelyn's perineum, causing the young woman to shift her position, lifting herself off Wilson slightly. Adele slid her hand between the two, her palm and fingers along the underside of Wilson's cock, the back of her hand rubbing Evelyn's pussy. This caused both Wilson and Evelyn to shift in their sleep, further separating them. Satisfied that Wilson's cock was not in Evelyn's pussy, Adele moved her hand to Evelyn's thigh and unceremoniously flipped her on her back beside the spade. Splaying Evelyn's legs, Adele held them apart and attacked the young woman's pussy with her tongue, probing deeply into her vagina, licking her nether lips, flicking her clit. She sat up on the bed, satisfied that no cock had been in that pussy.

All this activity woke Wilson. He opened his eyes in time to see Evelyn leave his arms and end up on her back, to see Adele's head dive between Evelyn's legs. As his head cleared, he realized that Adele was not making love to Evelyn, but tasting to see if Wilson had fucked her. He became aware of Laura on the other side of the bed just as Adele sat up with her smug self-satisfied smile. Laura was sitting on the bed on the other side of Wilson, or rather lying next to him. She kissed his cheek, tasting her niece. She followed this with a kiss on Wilson's lips, turning into a full mouth French. By the time she broke the kiss, she was on her knees, her breasts mashed against his black bulk. She looked down at him lovingly as she savored the taste of her niece she had found on his lips and in his mouth.

Wilson, now fully awake, returned her gaze. He felt a hand on his cock and looked down to see Adele tracing her fingertips along the underside as it lay limp against his belly. Adele was also looking at him, but in a calculating rather than adoring manner. The trio's attention was drawn to Evelyn, who awoke with a start and sat up, looking at the three of them, then at herself as if she didn't know where she was, how she had got there, or what she, or they, were doing. As sleep fled from her and clarity came, bewilderment was replaced with anger.

"Aunt Laura! ... Adele!" she said sharply, indicating that they had invaded her privacy.

The two women just looked at her askance, as if being on the bed of a naked black man with a thick nine-inch dick was the most natural thing in the world. Which for them it was. Wilson sat up, pushing his body against the headboard. His dick would have fallen into his lap if Adele was not pressing it against his body. 'What now?' he thought. In the past, this was but foreplay to a day of cocksucking, pussy eating, and Adele trying to stuff his cock into her cunt. Evelyn had never been a party to their parties. He sensed that that was about to change.

"Aunt Laura? Adele?" Evelyn repeated, her voice less strident.

The two of them looked at her, at each other, then at her again. Adele's hand was now fully on Wilson, the palm of one hand holding his balls, the fingers of the other along his cock. Laura had scooted to his side when he sat up, pressing her right breast into him as she snuggled into him.

"We were worried about you, sweetie," Laura said. Evelyn looked at her in confusion. "We heard you screaming last night, and we wanted to see if you were alright."

"I screamed?" Evelyn asked. The three of them looked at each other, large smirks on the women's faces. Adele smiled at Evelyn, placing her hand on the inside of her thigh.

"Evie, honey," she cooed, "you screamed!" This elicited a bout of tittering from the two older women.

"Don't stop, Wilson, don't stop! I'll give up women for you Wilson, just don't stop!" Laura mimicked her niece.

Evelyn looked at her aunt with a mixture of shock, pique, embarrassment. A flush began at the base of her throat and spread north and south to her face, shoulders and breasts, giving her a glow matched by the sunlight beginning to flood through the windows. Adele begin tracing lazy circles on Evelyn's thigh, and Wilson put his arm around her drawing her to him. Evelyn collapsed on him, her body shaking with her sobbing. Wilson looked in disgust at the two women. For the first time in a long while, they felt shame.

"Evie, darling," Adele said. Evelyn continued to cry, although she was trying to control it. "Evie, did you enjoy being with Woody?"

"Yes," came Evelyn's muffled response.

"Your aunt and I have a game we play with Woody. Would you like to play it too?"

Wilson would have considered Adele's questioning condescending if he had not known where it was leading. Evelyn sat up, wiping her eyes. She too thought the questions and the tone infantile, but having been reduced to tears like a little girl, she wasn't of a mind to protest. She sat up, wiping away her tears with her hand. Adele reached out and helped her, stroking her cheeks as she did so. Their bond re-established, Adele stood and removed her robe. She looked at Wilson and Laura, indicating that he should assume the position necessary for their game.

Laura disengaged herself and Wilson lay on his back again, just as they had found him. Adele sat on his hips, her back to him, her legs stretched out on the bed just outside his. She placed his limp cock against her body so that the shaft split her pussy lips. The head nestled between the bottom of her breasts. Evelyn recognized this was similar to the position she and Wilson had in the bathroom the night before. Adele held Wilson against her, running the tips of her fingernails along the underside, causing Wilson to close his eyes and breathe heavily. Adele looked at Evelyn.

"Sit on his legs, facing me," she instructed. Evelyn clamored gingerly over the logs that were Wilson's legs, sitting with her legs bent under her along his sides. "No, sweetie, place your legs straight out, like mine, one on top of mine, the other underneath."

Evelyn was familiar with this position. When Adele first seduced her, she introduced the young girl to fitting their pussies together, their legs scissored. Only this time Wilson's cock and balls was trapped between them. At the same time, Wilson raised his legs, placing his feet flat on the bed, his thighs forming a back for Evelyn to rest against. Adele and Evelyn adjusted so that their pussies were split by Wilson's shaft, and the head reaching to the valley between their breasts. Evelyn's nether lips were kissing Adele's lips, her breasts were touching Adele's breasts, with the brother's now semi-rigid cock between them.

"Now watch what I do, and do the same," Adele instructed. She then placed her hands on the sides of her breasts and enveloped the head of Wilson's cock. Shaking her shoulders and squeezing her boobs, she began jacking the head of Wilson's cock. After several minutes of this, she released it and bent her head to lick the cock. She then looked at Evelyn.

Evelyn watched all this, fascinated. Sex with a man had meant having some hairy ape poke your pussy for a few minutes, then spew some gawdawful stuff inside you. The fact that you could have sex with men in a variety of ways that did not involve penetration was a revelation. Having your pussy eaten by a man is having sex with a man. Licking and sucking a man's cock is having sex with a man. Riding a man's shaft without penetration is having sex with a man. She, Evelyn Van Dyke, nee Norwood, had had sex with a man! And she was having it again! And loving it!

Evelyn repeated what Adele had done, and what she had done the night before. Being shorter than Adele, Wilson's cockhead rested at the top of the swell of her breasts, and she could lick him while squeezing her breasts around his shaft. She felt entirely surrounded by Wilson. His legs were her backrest, his hips her seat, his torso her footstool, and his cock her dildo and lollipop. And there was Adele, the first person she had sex with, the woman who introduced her to sapphic lust, now with her as she moved into heterosexuality. Pussy to pussy, yet with a cock. Breast to breast, yet with a cock. Evelyn took as much of Wilson's head in her mouth as she could and sucked long and hard, making him moan. When she released him, Adele leaned forward and kissed her, running her tongue just inside Evelyn's mouth. When they stopped kissing, Adele beamed at her. Evelyn did not realize that she had just become a lifelong cocksucker.

Laura had watched all of this with a sense of pride and of relief. She had always felt a sense of guilt that her lover had seduced her niece. And that she had incestuously seduced her again. It was a triple betrayal: Adele of Laura, Laura of Evelyn for making her vulnerable to Adele, and Laura's own seduction of Evelyn. Maybe Evelyn would have become lesbian on her own, as Laura did in college. But having that choice removed from her at fifteen by a predatory dyke more than twice her age, when she was visiting with an adored aunt who knew of her lover's propensities, always weighed heavily with Laura.

Laura was not a virgin when she found herself being eaten by her roommate's sister. But she had never had an orgasm, or found sex with boys satisfying. Her first lesbian experience was her first orgasm. But that was her. Adele found sex with boys--men--very satisfying. Adele found sex very satisfying. Adele had orgasms with men, with women, with both together, with herself. Maybe Evelyn would find sex with men satisfying if she ever gave it a shot. Then again, she could be turned off completely if her first experience was similar to Laura's or most women's. Laura wanted desperately for Evelyn to find some young man she was attracted to enough to try it. So when she heard about Evelyn's and Scott's mountain-climbing trip, she was hopeful. When Evelyn came back angry and hurt, Laura was furious. She'd called Wilson to find out how to fire the summer associate, only to be brought up short by her colleague. She still hoped that Evelyn would lose her heterosexual virginity that weekend, but never imagined that Wilson could be the instrument of defloration. After all, if Adele couldn't take him, how could Evelyn?

But there are as many ways to fuck a man as there are to skin a cat--or a pussy. If sucking Wilson's cock and riding his shaft were acceptable to Evelyn--maybe even pleasurable--then maybe someday she'd fuck a guy in the conventional way. And wrapping the lips of her pussy around a cockshaft was a start! And didn't she scream she'd give up women for Wilson? Laura had know Wilson's tongue and mouth for two years. He never made her scream like that, but then again she'd had men go down on her before. Being eaten by a man is different than being eaten by a woman. For a novice to the male tongue, it can be exhilarating. Or even to the experienced cunt. Laura looked at Adele and Evelyn alternately licking Wilson and rubbing their breasts against his shaft and each other, their pussies kissing around the base of his shaft, and felt an emptiness between her own thighs.

Wilson's face was not being used, she noticed. She climbed on the bed and kissed him, running her tongue just inside his lips. Tasting her niece confirmed what she had been thinking. She straddled Wilson's head with her back to the other women. Using the headboard as a balance beam, planting her knees on either side of his head, she lowered herself so that her pussy covered his face. Mindful that the cocksucking altered his breathing, she split her pussy with his nose, rubbed herself over his face, then rose and held herself inches above him to let him breathe. She then lowered herself so that his tongue could reach her perineum, and moved to let him lick her pussy and flick her clit. Finding a position where he could lick her and breathe comfortably, Laura placed her weight on her knees and forearms, resting the latter and her head on the headboard. Headboard! Good name.

As soon as his tongue touched Laura's pussy, Wilson tasted a man's cum. Chadwick. For a moment, Wilson wondered if Laura was dissing him, making him clean another man's cum from her pussy. Almost as soon as the thought came into his head he dismissed it. What had she and Adele said when they came into his room? Both were worried about Evelyn. So worried that Laura hadn't bothered to wash a man's sperm from her body. Probably doesn't even realize now that Chadwick's seed is still inside her. Wilson continued to swab her nether region.

Quentin had awaken when Adele got out of bed. He lay in the bed for several minutes after she left, his internal snooze alarm not working quite right. When he realized she wasn't coming back to bed, he got up and looked around the room. His clothes in a pile by the bed. Scott's clothes in a pile by the bed. Adele's Grecian gown half on her vanity. Three rubbers on the floor. Three! He, Quentin Daniels, had fucked a woman three times! No, four! That first time without a rubber. Okay, so it was twice in the ass. And so the two times in the pussy was just getting it in, without any movement or cumming. But it was with a woman! And she did take him all the way both ways! But where was she? She'd mentioned something about trying it again during the holidays, so he knew he wasn't being kicked out. At least he hoped not. Well, in any case, he'd better get cleaned up. Wash that fucking-all-night smell off him, get rid of that stubble. Brush his teeth. How? Shower first, reason later.

Scott woke to find himself in an empty bed. 'Shit,' he thought. 'What did I do wrong now?' He had expected to wake to a changed and loving Laura, his lover, with Mrs. Klijster, his boss, gone forever. Or at least banished to the offices of Elkington, Townsend, Meier, Castanini. After all, she had sucked his cock and fucked the shit out of him. There had to be something to that! Maybe she had to be a bitch at work and just took a little time to unwind at home. Of course there was that knocking him on his ass when that screaming started. But she fucked him again afterwards. And they went to sleep with his face buried in her tits. And his hand on her cunt. Maybe she wasn't a dyke after all. Well, she was the Mrs. Klijster! But where is she? Suddenly he felt the need to take a shower.

Scott didn't think about what he was going to wear until he started drying himself off. 'Damn, my pants, underwear, shoes and socks are in Mr. Klijster room. And that mini-skirt is on the patio. I'm not gonna walk around in just a shirt, like some toyboy.' For the first time Scott realized that he'd been used exactly that way. Looking through Laura's closet he selected a pair of drawstring linen pants. 'I'm hungry', he realized. Well, there's bound to be food, with all that was outside yesterday. Time to play great white hunter.

Quentin came out of the shower feeling like a new man. Okay, so he did use a woman's soap and shampoo, and shave himself with a woman's razor, including his legs and underarms. Funny, a woman who calls herself Mr. is so feminine! Quentin didn't notice that he was now smelling just like her. He didn't want to put on his old clothes until they'd been washed. Middle-west sensitivity. The only other clothing were women's clothes. But she's the Mr. The closest thing to man's clothing he found was a bronze robe, even if it was in silk. The most masculine footwear was a pair of clogs. Either those or barefoot. Clogs it is. Now, if I can just find my hosts, maybe I can get a toothbrush, he thought.

Scott left Laura's room by the patio door, cross the patio and entered the center of the house by the French doors. He reached the hallway where Adele's and Wilson's rooms were when Quentin came out of Adele's room by the hallway door, headed for the center of the house. What each saw in the other was gay. They then heard the sounds of bedsprings creaking, and women's voices coming from the open door between them. Reaching it at the same time they looked in to see two white Lilliputian women sitting on a prone Black Gulliver, facing each other, their legs stretched pass each other, with a giant black cock between their white bodies and full breasts, alternately licking the cockhead like two little girls with a fudgesicle. And at the head of this Black Gulliver was a third white woman, leaning against the headboard and kneeling over his face. And from that dark face a very red tongue was moving back and forth and in and out and around her pussy.

All three women turned toward the doorway as Quentin and Scott entered. Laura continued to move her hips to afford Wilson access to whatever part of her pussy Laura wanted serviced. Evelyn stopped everything, turning red again, not realizing the extremely erotic effect of her body as the flush proceeded downward and upward simultaneously from the base of her throat. Her position prevented her from moving. Adele went back to sucking Wilson's cock, running her fingertips up and down the underside, and giving Evelyn's cuntal lips a stroke or two in the process. When it was Evelyn's turn to suck Wilson, Adele had to touch the cockhead to Evelyn's lips to regain her attention. Evelyn absent-mindedly licked the cockhead, still staring at the men in the doorway.

"Come over here, Quentin," Adele ordered, indicating the far side of the bed.

Quentin obeyed. Scott just stood there, not knowing if he too would be given instructions. When Quentin reached his position, Adele reached inside his robe--her robe--and pulled out his cock, letting the shaft lay in her open palm. She took the head completely in her mouth and sucked gently until Quentin began to stiffen. Taking her mouth from him, she turned and kissed Evelyn. Initially shocked, Evelyn opened her mouth to Adele, tasting Quentin's cock. She recalled what her aunt had said the day before. You can tell when the mouth--or cunt--you're kissing had just had a cock in it! The taste was different than Wilson's, but definitely cock, just as Adele's pussy tasted different from Laura's, but still tasted like pussy.

Scott looked at the bed fascinated yet repulsed. At the head of the bed was his boss, riding the face of her fellow attorney. At that attorney's hips, two women straddled his monstrous cock, their bodies and breasts forming a cunt of flesh. The oldest of the three women, with the unlikely name of Mr. Klijster, was gripping that cock with her left hand, while holding a nearly as large cock in the palm of her right hand. And she was alternately licking one cock, kissing the woman Scott wanted to fuck, then licking the other, followed by another kiss. While he didn't think about it, everyone but him had a hand, mouth, cock or cunt in contact with another mouth, cock or cunt.




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 03



Laura was close to coming. She would have loved to remain in her present position and experience the multiple orgasms that Wilson often gave her, but she had promised herself that Chadwick would spend most of this morning with his face in her cunt. She didn't want him to begin thinking that because they had fucked in the missionary way, and that she had sucked his cock, that anything like a conventional sexual relation existed. Not that Scott was thinking that anyway.

Laura dismounted from Wilson's face, and lay on the bed crosswise, using the Black attorney's massive chest as a pillow, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She brought her feet up and planted them on the bed, giving Scott a clear invitation. Scott had eaten pussy before, but not often. He didn't particularly like doing it, but did not find it revolting, either. Of course, eating his own cum like Adele had made him do was not appetizing. And he would like to be asked rather than commanded. He went to his boss, dropped to his knees and began licking her, tentatively.

Laura grabbed Scott's ears and began wiping his face over and around her pussy. She mentally noted that she'd have to add cunt-licking to his professional guidance. Wilson reached out and began massaging her breast, flipping, pinching, rubbing her aureole and nipple. Scott had reached her clit and was laboriously licking away. Laura reached out to Wilson, who sat up and kissed her. And this was how she came.

Five people immediately knew it. Laura, because it was her pussy. Scott, because his face was washed with her fluids. Wilson, Adele, and Evelyn for individual reasons and one common one: the odor of Laura's pussy at full orgasm was familiar to all of them. It flooded the room. Wilson could also tell from the way Laura was kissing him and the change in the temperature of her body, and in the shape and feel of her breasts. Adele had been waiting for Laura to come, keeping aware of all the actors in the room even as she sucked two cocks, played with two pussies, and kissed Evelyn.

Her aunt's orgasms did not surprise Evelyn, but she did not anticipate it as did Adele. And that was because she had Quentin's cock in her mouth when it happened. After sucking Quentin and kissing Evelyn, Adele had offered Quentin's cock to Evelyn. Going from kissing a mouth that had just sucked a cock to sucking that cock herself was a small step for Evelyn to take. Besides, it wasn't Chadwick's cock! Quentin being smaller than Wilson, Evelyn was able to take the entire head into her mouth. Sucking an entire cockhead was so much different than sucking part of one! There is a basic cock taste, Evelyn realized, although Quentin tasted different than Wilson. Imitating Adele, she sucked gently, then kissed Adele. It was the second time she mouthed Quentin that Laura came.

Adele was very pleased with this morning's progress. Especially since she had planned none of it. Expanding Evelyn's sexual horizons had been a long-term goal of hers. If she was now willing to take one in her mouth, maybe soon she'll try one in her cunt. Quentin's reaction also pleased her. She had feared he was one hundred percent gay and would not respond to a woman's touch. Wilson and Laura was a love affair neither of them recognized. 'Funny,' she thought. 'The Black fag and the white bitch dyke would make a great couple if Laura could only take his gigantic cock.' But if Adele couldn't take it, why should she expect Laura to be able?

Thinking about taking Wilson's cock, Adele suddenly realized that Wilson was the only one who hadn't fucked anyone. Or at least not any woman. And there was only one woman present who could handle him. Evelyn's kiss and the taste of Quentin's cock brought her out of her revelry.

"Evie, sweetie," she said, releasing Quentin's cock, "I need to take care of Woody." This was more of an announcement to all than to Evelyn.

Evelyn stared at Adele in non-comprehension for a few moments before it dawned on her what Adele intended to do. It took several minutes for all involved to untangle legs, arms, and bodies. In the end, Laura was sitting against the headboard on the left edge of the bed, Scott still on his knees between her legs, although he was no longer servicing her pussy. Evelyn and Quentin were standing on the far side of the bed, Quentin's now rampant cock pointing outward. Adele was on her back on the left side of the bed, a few feet from Laura. Wilson was lubing up his now condom-sheathed cock.

Scott and Evelyn watched in fascination as Wilson climbed on the bed, lifted Adele's hips, placed his cock at her asshole, and slowly but steadily pushed into her, Adele's ankles resting on his broad shouldders. It had been over two months since the two had fucked each other, and even though Adele had taken Quentin the night before, she still needed to adjust to Wilson. When he was all the way in he began to rub her clit.

"Thank you, Woody," Adele sighed as she caught her breath. "But this is not for me. Just fuck me until you come."

Wilson leanped forward, holding his body off of hers, bending her nearly in two, and began to plow her slowly, gradually picking up speed as he felt her loosen up and adjust. Evelyn, Quentin and Scott were dumbfounded. Although Quentin had participated in group sex before, this was the first time he had seen a woman butt-fucked. Scott had never been a pure spectator at sex, and the pure beauty and bestiality of Adele and Wilson entranced him. Wilson's big black hands on Adele's delicate white skin, his big black cock invading, retreating, invading her asshole. Her plump cheeks glowing against his hands, his cock, his legs. For the first time, Evelyn realized what Adele, Laura and Wilson actually did when they were together. Can a woman have an orgasm just by having her ass reamed? At least one woman could!

Wilson and Adele established a familiar rhythm and it took several minutes for Wilson to cum. When he pulled his shit-coated dick out of her ass, Adele was breathing heavily. Wilson went to the bathroom to clean up. Laura leaned over Adele and tongued her pussy. Adele came as soon as Laura touched her, shivering on the bed like a young filly.

Wilson reappeared and went to the bed, lifting Adele in his arms. He disappeared into the bathroom, followed by Laura. Only then did the three young adults realize that water was running in the bathroom. Led by Evelyn, the three followed Laura, to find the women in the spa-tub, which was now filling up with bubbles. Adele was on her knees, leaning against the side of the spa, with Laura dutifully washing her ass, cunt, thighs. Adele looked up, her bright smile back.

"Come on in, the water's fine!"

Evelyn joined them. Wilson left the bathroom, leaving the two young associates to make their own decision. Since both had showered earlier that morning, neither felt the need to join the women. Scott washed his face in the basin while Quentin sat on the toilet seat, watching the women. For the first time he noticed that Evelyn had rather large breasts for a small woman, and that Adele's tits were still quite firm for a woman of her age. He thought back to Wilson fucking her, her and Evelyn sucking him, and soon his cock had parted his robe.

Scott finished washing his face and turned around to see three water nymphs splashing around in the spa-tub. Watching six breasts bob and jiggle, watching Evelyn wash herself, looking all the while like some Renaissance painting of a Grecian goddess emerging from the sea, watching Laura lovingly wash Adele's still quite shapely body--all had nature's intended effect, despite his activities of the previous day.

Wilson came into the bathroom fully dressed. He immediately noticed Quentin's cock sticking rampantly out of his robe and Scott's tenting his pants. Adele also noticed Quentin's cock when Wilson did. Rising, she stepped out of the spa-tub and went to him. Opening his robe, she gripped his cock and guided it into her pussy. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she slid down his pole until she was sitting in his lap. She smiled at him as she squeezed her cunt around him, then looked over her shoulders at Wilson.

"Sorry, Woody, but I think I've just stolen your boyfriend."

Wilson shrugged. Any man who sucked cock as good as Quentin would not stay straight long. His level of skill bespoke a certain desire and pleasure in the act. He looked at Scott. 'Poor boy. Superhung fag's getting more pussy than him. Well, life just ain't fair, now is it?' "I'm gonna fix breakfast," he announced, turning and leaving without waiting for a response.

The mention of breakfast brought back to Scott his original reason for leaving Laura's bedroom. He padded after Wilson. Adele had adjusted to Quentin's size and was posting up and down on him slowly. Laura was washing herself, not paying any attention to Adele. After all, been there, done that. Evelyn hadn't been there or done that, and the sight of Quentin's pole being engulfed then revealed by Adele's body was intriguing. Especially the fact that Adele was so obviously in control. Now, if it was possible to fuck a guy only in this manner ...

***

Wilson made coffee, then took what Scott thought was an entire pig out of the fridge, placing a plateful into the microwave. He returned to the fridge, staring into its maw and wondering what to take out next. Adele did herself proud, he thought. He pulled out containers of potato salad, egg salad, macaroni salad and cole slaw. Taking a platter from one of the upper cabinets, he put a large scoop of each on it. Taking the now steaming ribs out of the microwave, he completed his breakfast. By now the coffee was ready. Wilson poured himself a cup, looked at Scott. "I'm not Rochester, Chadwick. You wanna eat, you're gonna have to fix your own. Bring me that sugar."

Scott, startled by Wilson's words. brought him the sugar bowl, then stood looking around while Wilson sweetened his coffee. Scott really didn't know what to do in the kitchen. First, it wasn't his house so he didn't know where anything was. Second, he was a lousy cook. He tentatively began opening cabinets, finding the dishes, silverware, cereal, sundries. Spying a box of corn flakes, he took it out, then got a cereal bowl, a cup and a spoon. He placed these on the dining table then returned to the refrigerator for milk. Feeling a bit more at ease, he then took the coffee carafe and filled his cup. Putting the carafe back, he then took the sugar bowl without asking Wilson if the large lawyer was finished. Back at the table, Scott fixed his corn flakes and dove in like a grunt on patrol. Wilson observed all this as he drained his coffee. He refilled his cup and set place opposite Scott. Scott wondered if Wilson ate heartily because he was big or was big because he ate heartily.

***

Adele's pussy was heartily gobbling Quentin's prick. And Quentin was loving it! For the first time in his life, a female was taking him totally. Adele would squeeze his cock, rise up until only the head was inside her, then sort of bounce so that her cunt would rub the head, then sink back into his lap. If this is what fucking a woman is all about, Quentin thought he'd never fuck an ass again--man or woman! As he came into a pussy for the first time in his life, he yelled in his head: Yeah, Woody's lost his boyfriend!

Adele had no intention of taking Quentin from Woody--or anyone else. She needed her pussy stretched enough to take Woody, and Quentin had the tool to accomplish that. And being able to fuck Woody was her project for the summer! She'd taken Quentin the night before, but couldn't move. Now she could. And did! Which each cycle of Quentin's piston in her cylinder she would test how well she could move with her cunt relaxed and with it contracted. She would try to suck his cockhead with her vagina the same as she did with her mouth. As she bounced with that cockhead just inside her, she realized that she was ready to take Woody. So happy was she in this realization that she didn't feel the cum Quentin was now shooting into her.

Laura was rinsing herself with the spray hose when she noticed her niece transfixed, looking at Adele and Quentin. Following her gaze, she had to admit the sight of Quentin's cock entering and exiting Adele was a marvel to behold. Adele was no bigger than Evelyn, although a few inches taller. It did seem that she was being skewered like a lamb on a spit. Of course Adele was far from an innocent lamb!

What Laura did not see was Evelyn's vision of taking Wilson's big cock herself. The last two days had been an epiphany to Evelyn. She had sucked cock and enjoyed it. She had had a cock between her pussy lips and enjoyed it! Her aunt fucked men and seemed to enjoy it! Maybe this heterosexuality thing was worth a try! Especially if she could control the action like Adele was doing. Her revelry was ended by the shower of water that hit her face.

"It's not polite to stare," Laura giggled as she continued to spray her niece. Evelyn let herself be hosed down, then stepped out of the spa-bath to dry off. Laura joined her, the two taking their towels into the bedroom, leaving Adele and Quentin some privacy--as if they cared. Laura's wrap was on the floor next to the bed. She retrieved it and put it on. Evelyn's clothes were in a pile in the bathroom, quite damp from both last night's and this morning's activities. Even if they weren't, she wanted something fresh to wear. Since Adele was presently occupied, she decided to borrow something from Adele's closet. The smell of barbecued pork had now reached her. She looked at the clock on the night stand. 9:53! She hoped that Wilson had made coffee.

Scott had just finished the last of the coffee when Laura entered the dining area. She looked at him with annoyance as she saw the last of the coffee going into his cup. It was a look he was quite familiar with, although he did not know the reason why this time. Following her gaze, he realized he had a full cup in one hand and an empty coffee pot in the other. Whoever empties the pot makes the next one--isn't that the rule? He put his cup down and began filling the pot water.

"That's not how we do it, Chadwick," Laura said. Taking the pot from him, she emptied the water, put the pot on the coffee maker, put in a new coffee packet, pressed a button on the machine. A light came on. Laura looked at him like she just demonstrated to an idiot how to pull up his pants. Scott shuffled by her, grabbed his cup and resumed his place at the table.

Laura took a rib from the plate still in the microwave, eating as she waited for the pot to fill. Evelyn came in wearing one of Adele's slacks, cuffs rolled up, and a sleeveless blouse. She looked at the men, then her aunt. The cereal on the table would have been her normal breakfast, but not now that Chadwick had eaten cereal. Silently she got a cup and looked at the coffee pot. It was about three-quarters full. She looked at the potato, macaroni, and egg salads and remembered all the food they had in the fridge.

"Want something from the fridge, Aunt Laura?"

Her aunt's face indicated indecision as Evelyn opened the refrigerator. She retrieved a bowl of cut fruit, the lettuce, and tomatoes, turning to the counter just as Adele came into the living room, trailed by Quentin. Scott noticed that she was in full war paint. Why is so feminine a woman called Mr.? Quentin had a smug look Scott hadn't seen on anyone since he was a teenager--the look of a boy who just got his first piece of pussy! Except that he was wearing a skirt!

Laura began moving all the starchy salads Wilson had placed on the counter to the table. She set the items on the dining table, then took the ribs out of the microwave. She put the paper plates from yesterday on the table. Adele would have preferred real plates and dishes, but Laura wasn't about to wash anything from this weekend. The table was designed for six, one at each end and two on each side. Laura chose the end furthest away from Chadwuck, which also put her furthest away from Wilson. Evelyn naturally chose the chair on the side opposite Chadwick, which put her next to Wilson. Which pleased her very much. Quentin, like Scott, had an innate understanding that the end seats are for the heads of household, so he chose the only side chair left. Scott looked askance at him--or rather at his skirt--as he sat down. Damn, Scott thought, not only is he gay, he's a queen! He'd forgotten that less than 24 hours earlier he too was wearing a skirt.

Adele noted Scott's look, and also that he had the sense enough not to say anything. Wilson was finishing his ribs, his platter looking like the remains of a meal served to Henry VIII. Scott too had an empty bowl. Evelyn was dining on fruit salad, while Laura was placing a much smaller version of Wilson's breakfast on her plate. Quentin wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was, so he waited.

Adele took one of the paper plates, and placed some fruit salad on it. "Please pass the ribs," she asked Laura. Taking the plate her wife handed her, she unceremoniously dumped the meat on the plate in front of her. "Potato salad, please." Salad was passed and scooped onto the plate. Adele then handed it to Scott. "Please give this to Quentin, Scottie."

Quentin gladly accepted the plate and dove in. Adele surveyed the table again. "Mr. Chadwick," she finally said, looking at Scott. It was the first time she had addressed him formally all weekend. Scott looked around the table furtively, then at Adele. "You seemed to be surprised at the way Mr. Daniels is dress ... attired."

Scott looked around the table again, then back at Adele, deciding silence was the best policy. Quentin flushed slightly.

"You and Mr. Daniels are here this weekend for two reasons," Adele continued. "Quite different for each of you. You, Mr. Chadwick, are here for us," she indicated the other people at the table, "to determine if our ... lifestyle ... is endangered because you now know about it."

Scott started to speak, only to be silenced by Adele's upraised palm. He looked around the table again. Laura's and Wilson's faces told him to shut up and listen.

"Woody has assured us that you're safe. Or as he said, 'that you're cool with us.' I'm not too sure about that, but I trust Woody." Adele patted Wilson's massive arm.

"I'm real cool with all this, Adele," Scott blurted. Only Quentin and Scott did not notice that the temperature of the room dropped twenty degrees when he called Adele by her Christian name.

"You will always refer to me as Mr. Klijster, Scott." Adele said, icily. "And to Laura as Mrs. Klijster." She paused for emphasis. "Necessity makes you part of our little group. The rules of etiquette are few, but I ... we ... expect you to learn them and follow them." She then looked at Quentin, a light coming into her eyes. "Mr. Daniels is here by invitation. I've always wanted to have Woody fuck me as a woman, but he is much too large. I always thought that if I could find a large cock--not as large as Woody, but a good size--I could use it to stretch myself to accommodate Woody. Mr. Daniels possesses that particular cock."

"I told you she had designs on you," chuckled Wilson. Quentin kept eating, not daring to look at anyone. His cock size had been the subject of many conversations--about him, in his presence, behind his back, tall tales and true incidents--since his early teens. 

"I intend to fuck myself with his very nice cock whenever he can get it up." She smiled at him, "And I am certain that I can make sure that happens quite often." She then looked at Scott. "Since he's going to have his cock in my vagina several times today and tomorrow, it doesn't make any sense that he should be wearing pants he has to unfasten and pull down constantly. I prefer that he remain nude, but I don't think you and Evelyn--or even Quentin--is quite ready for that. So the skirt. Wilson had to endure the same thing when we first began entertaining him."




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 03



She patted Wilson's arm again. Wilson put his other hand on top of hers, looked at Scott, then Quentin in acknowledgment. Adele looked at Evelyn.

"Considering that the purpose of this weekend is to make sure that all three of you men get your silly dicks into as much pussy as you want, I don't see why all of us shouldn't be wearing skirts!"

Only Adele didn't find the horror on Scott's face amusing. "Don't worry, Chadwick," Wilson interrupted. "I'm not wearing any skirts, and you don't have to either." He then gave Adele a look, telling her to leave things as they were.

Adele pulled her hand from Wilson's arm, got up and poured herself coffee. Evelyn looked around the table. Scott had a look of relief; Quentin was nonchalantly finishing his breakfast; Laura was leaning back in her chair, smirking. Wilson was looking a Adele with his "you're-sounding-like-a-pompous-white-bitch" look. In the seven years she'd known Adele, Laura had witnessed only Wilson having this effect--and control--over Adele. Evelyn had never seen it, and was amazed. And even more in love with Wilson for having this magical power.

The Adele that got up to get coffee was upset. The Adele that returned with a full cup was poised. She smiled sweetly at WilsonUppity nigger. If you didn't have such a gigantic cock. If you weren't Laura's only friend at that damn law firm. If Evelyn didn't worship you. If you didn't eat pussy better than any man I'd ever been with. If I didn't love you. Words she never would say aloud. Especially the last sentence.

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Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 04



Monday, July 3rd: Afternoon

It was just after noon, and everyone was lounging around the pool. Laura and Wilson were engaged in shop talk, to the disgust of Adele, who insisted that Quentin share her chaise lounge, and her hand was under his skirt the minute he laid down. Evelyn was listening intently to Laura and Wilson, leaving Scott alone with his thoughts, which meant that he was bored senseless.

"Excuse me," he finally said. All eyes turned to him. "I don't want to be misunderstood, but I really think I shouldn't be here." Again, all eyes were on him, this time waiting for his explanation. "I mean, I told you I'm cool with all your ... orientations. But I don't see why I'm here. Adele ... Mr. Klijster wants to fuck Mr. Woodrow and is using Daniels to stretch her pussy. That explains why Mr. Woodrow and Daniels are here. Evelyn is Mrs. Klijster's niece, so that explains why she's here. Now that you know I'm okay, why not let me go home?"

The group looked at each other, then Scott, then each other. "You're not exactly a prisoner, Chadwick," Wilson said.

Scott looked at him somewhat incredulously. "I'm not?"

Wilson looked at Adele, wondering if he or she should tell Scott about her other plans for him. Instead he suggested, "Why don't you take a few laps around the pool, Chadwick"

"I don't have any swim trunks," he said, trying to weasel out.

"You are among friends, young man," Adele said. "Clothing is optional."

"Unless you intend to pee in the pool," Quentin smirked. "Or are ashamed of your endowments."

Scott looked at Quentin. A skinny fag, in a skirt, up which a matronly woman's hands presently were, quite obviously handling the pole now tenting that skirt. Scott had never had one thought or another about Quentin before this weekend. Now he disliked him, and that dislike was turning to hate. The pants came off, and into the pool Scott went.

"I hadn't had a swim since the last time I was at here," Wilson said, watching Scott take a full lap. He took off his clothing and dove in. He swam to the far end of the pool and back, where Scott was sitting on the edge. The two looked at each other, then at Quentin, one idea being born simultaneously in two minds. Since boys never grow up, they got out of the pool, grabbed Quentin and rubadubdub, three men in a tub!

As the three of them climbed out of the pool, Adele looked at them in unabashed appreciation. She saw two perfect male specimens, and a skinny geek with a third leg. Most big jocks go to paunch when they no longer play. Wilson had retained enough of his playing form to look good. Scott was not exactly athletic, but he did swim regularly, play tennis, and golf. Normal small town country club activities. After all, he was first family. All this gave him a nice, well-toned body without it being overly muscular. The body of a Greek god and the face of a movie star. Even Laura had to admit he was gorgeous. Too bad she couldn't admit that was one of the reasons she didn't like him. Even Quentin looked good to Adele. Not the body of Wilson or the looks of Scott, but that third leg! The skirt was now floating on the water and Quentin's cock was semi-hard.

Evelyn didn't understand why her aunt and Adele were staring at the men. True, three naked men diving and swimming in one's pool does stir most women's prurient interests, but they were supposed to be lesbians! Evelyn just saw three males splashing around in the water. They could have been three male bears, or walruses, or elephants, as far as she was concerned.

There were no towels, since Adele had not anticipated anyone actually swimming. Led by Wilson, the three came over to the women. Wilson plopped down in his old chair, while Scott and Quentin stood there, not knowing what to do next, suddenly embarrassed by their nakedness. Evelyn was also embarrassed. To a lesser extent, so was her aunt. But not Adele. What she admired from afar she could now adore close up. After all, hadn't she had all three of these cocks in her mouth in the last day? And two in her pussy and two in her ass. And intended to have them there again ... and again.

"Evelyn, why don't you get some towels for them," Laura suggested, realizing that Evelyn needed an excuse to leave, the men needed towels to dry off, and the young associates needed something to cover their immodesty. Adele would let them stand their for her enjoyment, she thought. Just like a man,  Mr. Klijster would just lay there visually gobbling them up like so much eye candy.

By the time Evelyn returned, Scott and Quentin were facing the pool, believing that presenting their backsides to the women was less embarrassing than frontal nudity. Evelyn threw a towel over each of their shoulders, then proceeded to dry Wilson herself. She started at his throat and pulled the towel across his broad chest and stomach. When she got to his pubic hairs, she patted them with the towel, laying her free hand on his thigh, next to his cock. As she continued patting, Wilson's cock stiffened without rising. No longer aware of her surroundings, Evelyn left the towel at Wilson's hips, lifted his cock with both hands, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and took as much of the head in as she could. She sucked and sucked, feeling Wilson grow harder and stiffer as she held him. Only when she took her mouth away to catch her, did she realize that all eyes were on her.

Adele was smiling, even gloating. Laura was looking on with a combination of approval and disapproval. Quentin was just looking on. Scott, however, had a hard-on. The contrast between Evelyn's white skin and Wilson's dark walnut hue, of Evelyn's pale pink mouth on his flaming pink cockhead, her holding his massive cock in her small--even dainty--hands, were quite erotic.

Evelyn looked around, blushing, the redness coming from the top of her blouse to her hairline. She didn't know what to do with Wilson's cock, since she didn't want to release it, but couldn't bring herself to continue servicing him. Her indecision was decided by Adele.

"My, my, my, Evie, sweetie!" Adele cooed. "If you're not careful, you'll end up like me!"

The statement startled everyone. Scott and Quentin because they could not imagine Evelyn ever becoming as sexual and as sensual as Adele. In fact, they couldn't even think of Evelyn as being either sexual or sensual. Evelyn because she thought she was being insulted, and did not know why. Laura and Wilson because Adele had let slip a secret, revealed a chink in her personal armor. As soon as she said it, Adele realized she had opened herself.

"The first time I ever saw a cock sucked I was about eight. It was my mother, sitting on the bed sucking off my stepfather just like Evie is sitting with Woody. Of course Daddy wasn't as big as Woody. I don't think anyone is! Mother wasn't much larger than you, Evie sweetie, and Daddy was black too. ... or Negro as the proper term was then." This last revelation did not shock anyone, although it did surprise both Laura and Wilson. It immediately explained over two years of interaction.

All eyes were on Adele, a situation she enjoyed immensely. In for a penny, in for a dollar. She continued. "I was born in the Netherlands--Holland as you people call it--and my parents moved to a town in Germany next to an American military base soon after I was born. My father disappeared soon afterwards. The circumstances are unclear, but I think one of the soldiers murdered him. Anyway, my mother started working for the Americans. She was very beautiful and had an affair with one of them. When he went back home, she sort of got passed to someone else, and so on for a year or two until she wound up with this Negro sergeant. I was about two at the time, and she stayed with him for two years. I later found out he extended his tour to stay with us. When it came to a point where he had to return to the States, he persuaded my mother to marry him, asking her what type of life I would have in that town.

"A white woman marrying a colored man was not that unusual in Germany at that time, but it was here. In most of the states it was still illegal. My stepfather caught a lot of hell for having a white wife, especially one as beautiful as my mother. He sent us to Chicago to live while he completed his service at some place in Alabama or Georgia, I don't know which. There's one neighborhood in Chicago where there's quite a few mixed race couples. That's where we lived. It was mostly colored, but everyone didn't stare when they saw a colored man with a white woman, or heard a white girl call him daddy. And a good father he was! Read me bedtime stories and everything!. And protected me.

"After that first time, I used to sneak to watch them making love. I saw him go down on her, the first time I ever saw that. I wondered why anyone would do something so nasty! Well, after a few weeks, my mother caught me. She waited until Daddy was at work, then had a long talk with me. She asked how long I had been watching and what I had seen. I trusted her, and although I knew I had seen something I wasn't suppose to, I told her everything. She explained that what she did to him was one of the ways a woman shows a man how much she loves him, and what he did to her was the same thing. I then asked if I could show Daddy how much I loved him too.

"For the first time in my life I saw fear on my mother's face, although I didn't know it at the time. It was just a look I had never seen before. She told me that what she and Daddy did was only for husband and wife, never for father and daughter! She then told me that I must never tell anyone else about what I had seen, or even that she and I had talked about it. I promised I wouldn't, and I was so scared I kept that promise. But secretly I longed for the day when I would have a husband I could show how much I loved him."

The entire patio was quite as each absorbed Adele's story. This was the first time she had revealed that she was born in Europe, or anything about her family. Wilson asked the unspoken question. "Did you ever find that husband?"

Adele looked at Wilson. You're him, she wanted to say. "No. I found out that you don't have to be in love with someone to have oral sex--or any other kind of sex--with them."

She looked around at the faces of five people who had just experienced her exercise of this finding. There was an awkward silence, again broken by Wilson's question. "So, Adele, who was the first man to enjoy your cocksucking skills."

Adele threw Wilson a very dirty look. "The first man whose cock I sucked probably wouldn't say I had any skills in that department. I wonder how a fag like you learnt how to eat pussy so well."

"Meow!" uttered Wilson and Laura in unison, followed by nervous laughter of everyone.

"I'll match you story for story, Adele," Wilson added. "You tell me about the first pussy you ate, I'll tell you about my first cock. The first cock you sucked, and I'll tell you how I ate pussy the first time. Your first fuck, my first fuck. Your first woman, my first woman. Your first man, my first man." He looked at Quentin. "We both know about our last man." Adele and Wilson tittered over this.

"You're on, Woody," Adele agreed. "Years later, when I began dating, Daddy had a long talk with me. My mother had told him what I had saw, and her talk with me, the same day we had the talk. He explained that boys would want to have sex with me, that because I was pretty, and part of a mixed family, white boys would think I was easy, and colored boys would try to use me. That I should never go 'all the way' with any of them. And that if I ever wanted to get rid of a boy who was pressuring me, all I had to do was insist that he eat me. And to tell him that I'd tell everyone he had if he ever mentioned that I demanded that to anyone else. I was some of the best advice I ever had. Eating pussy wasn't something men did then--or admitted even if they did. I was a virgin when I graduated high school!"

There was a collective gasp when she said this. Wilson spoke for everyone. "Adele Klijster, virgin. That's an oxymoron." Adele again looked at him with displeasure. "Well, think about it, Adele. How many girls graduate virgins? And you were one of them?"

Adele smiled proudly. "Yes I was! And at the time, most girls were virgins when they graduated high school. This fucking someone on the third date--or sooner--is quite recent, you know."

"So how did you lose it?" Wilson asked.

Adele continued. "I went to work at the headquarters of Madsen & Co., the catalog company. This was a time when you could get a good job with just a high school diploma. Besides, I was good! I could type 90 words a minute--and that's on a manual typewriter!"

The younger associates looked at each other blankly. How old is this woman, they all thought. Adele was oblivious to them. How could they know that the evolution from manual typewriters to electric to desktop computers to laptops had occurred within their lifetimes. After all, most people don't realize that the human race went from horse-and-buggy to a man on the moon in a lifetime!

"I could take dictation, transcribe, file, do it all. And I was young--and very pretty!" Adele looked around, daring anyone to say she wasn't still very pretty. Which she was.

"Well, I was always being asked out, and I always declined. You know, don't let the junior execs dip their pens in the company ink. I moved into an apartment with two other girls. Or rather another girl my age and a woman about ten years older. We girls sort of believed she would kind of mother us. When they found out I was still a virgin at nineteen, they asked me how I managed it. I explained about the oral sex requirement, and they both were astonished. The older woman, Zora, asked me what would I do if a man wanted to do that to me. I replied that that was something only a man who loved me enough to marry me would do. She smiled knowingly, then asked if I really knew what it was like to have someone do that to me. Of course I said no, being a virgin and all. The next thing I knew, she was down on her knees before me, spreading my legs, pushing up my dress and pulling my panties aside. I was so shocked I just sat there. When she touched me down there with her tongue, I had a sensation I never had before. She kept her head down there for a long time, giving me one pleasurable sensation after another. I now know those were my first orgasms, but then all I knew was that I didn't want her to stop. But she did, kneeling there smiling at me, her lipstick nearly gone and her make-up smudged to hell. She asked, 'Does that make me your husband, now?' "

Adele looked at Wilson proudly. "So that was my introduction to lesbian sex. My first woman and my first time ever. Your turn, Woody, first time ever and first time with a man."

Wilson looked at her. "That's not fair, Adele, you got two for one!"

"You made up this game, Woody." she giggled. "You didn't say each first had to be separate. Besides, most times it's not. I know Evie's first time ever and first time with a woman were also the same. Me!"

Again Evelyn blushed. Scott was beginning to wonder if burnt sienna was her natural color. And why was she always blushing? Hell, she's a dyke! In the home of other dykes! Sitting on patio furniture with a naked Black giant--and holding his giant cock in her hands. A cock which she just got through sucking. For the second time today! Why is she blushing? Scott's questions were pushed to the back of his mind as Wilson began speaking.

"Well, the first time I had sex with another person was also the first time I got my cock sucked. And it was also with a guy. My high school coach. I had always been big and I always played sports. When I entered high school, I got on the football team, doing all the things a freshman player did. At the end of my freshman year, the coach said he had a special summer training camp he'd like me to come to. My daddy was a big sports guy, and the idea that I could get special training, during the summer, for free ... he practically dragged over to the coach's house to sign the papers. Well, the camp was really Coach using the high school's facilities during the summer in exchange for keeping an eye on the property. He had about 15 of us--five freshmen, five sophomores, three juniors and two seniors--doing calisthenics, running, weights, and some football most of the day, with about two or three class sessions in-between.

"Well, I was big then too. Not the size I am now, about the size of Daniels." By now Daniels was sitting on Adele's lounge. She sat up, wrapper her hand around his cock, and leaned her head on his shoulder. Wilson continued. "At that first shower, there were only us freshmen and sophomores; everyone was making fun of me, about how big it was, when one of the seniors undressed and stepped into the showers. He was just as big, also taller , and he just looked at everyone as if to dare them to say anything. This was the first time I'd really seen other dicks, and it was the first time I realized how big I was.

"Well, the next day the Coach called me into his office and asked what had happened in the showers. I told him, more or less, and he asked me to take my pants off. I was quite embarrassed, but he was the COACH! So I did. He looked at it, then took it in his hand and squeezed it! Jesus! I had never even jacked off before! Well, I got hard real quick and the next thing I knew I was spurting this white stuff all over his arm. Boy, was I scared! I didn't know what that stuff was, but I was sure Coach would kill me!

"Instead, he put his other hand on me and holding me with one, he jacked me off with the other. I came again, wondering what was happening to me. When I stopped, Coach wiped me clean, then his forearm. He told me that males start making this white stuff when they get my age, and that I need to get rid of it every day. He said he had a special class for that and that I should report to his office at 4 p.m. every day for it. Well, that special class was nothing more than a jack-off session with the seniors and juniors. I was the only freshman. Coach used the camp to see who would be willing recruits to his sexual predations, usually ending up with one or two guys by their senior years.

"At that first session, all we did was jack-off together. Coach made me swear not to tell anyone. I wouldn't have anyway. What do you do, go tell your father or your friends that you jack-off everyday with your coach and a couple of seniors? After that, I'd jack off with them, clean myself up, then they would have me leave. I thought it was because I was a freshman. During the last week, instead of leaving the school, which I normally did, I got a chair and looked into the door window." Evelyn, Scott and Quentin looked at Wilson, confused. "We had those doors with a window, where the lower two-thirds of the window is frosted, but not the top. Supposed to stop kids from waving to each other and making faces and stuff during classes, but not give the room complete privacy. Guess them school administrators knew their staff!

"Anyway, I was not prepared for what I saw. The seniors both had their pants down to their ankles, just as I'd left them. But kneeling before one of them was Coach. And he had the guy's dick in his mouth! I was so excited I lost my balance and fell, the chair banging up against the lockers. By the time my head cleared, I was looking up at Coach and the two guys. The guys grabbed me and pulled me up. I was sure they were gonna beat the crap out of me. Funny--now that I think about it, I was bigger than either of them and probably could have taken them both.

"Coach ushered us into his office, and asked what I'd seen. I was scared shitless so I just blurted out everything. Later on, when I was in college, I realized how scared Coach and the other two were. At the time, I only knew how scared I was. They were asking Coach what to do with me. Coach was walking around the office, back and forth. Finally he looked at me and asked if I knew why he did what he did. Of course I didn't. He told me to take down my pants. I did so. After all, I had them down less than a half-hour earlier. Then he knelt before me and took my cock and stuck it in his mouth!




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 04



Wilson stopped and looked at his audience, returning his gaze in rapt attention. Even Scott. "The first time someone sucks your dick is always magic. And Coach was good. As good as you two." He looked at Quentin and Adele. "And that is how I aced Jack-Off 101 and Cocksucking 101!"

Wilson looked again at Quentin and Adele. By now Adele was absent-mindedly caressing Quentin's cock. She kissed his shoulder and squeezed his body to hers. For the first time since Wilson began speaking, Quentin's attention shifted to Adele's actions. Wilson and Laura also noticed Adele's actions.

"What happened next," Laura asked. She was sitting on the edge of her lounge.

"That's another story, Laura," Wilson said, reclining on his lounge with his hands behind his head. "Story for story. Adele only told her first time ever with someone else, and her first time being eaten by a woman. I matched her." Lost on everyone was that both Adele and Wilson had revealed other firsts--the first time either of them had seen other people having sex, or a cock being sucked. "Wait a minute!" Wilson exclaimed. "I also told my first time jacking off! You didn't! Adele ..."

Everyone turned and looked at Adele. Adele was no longer interested in recounting her sexual adventures, but in perpetuating them. She too reclined on her lounge, pulling Quentin with her. The skirt of her dress went up, Quentin went in, and everyone watched as Quentin fucked a woman missionary-style for the first time in his life. As he pumped Adele, Wilson felt jealous of the skinny geek for the first time. Adele turned to Wilson and smiled through her pleasure. If she could take Quentin now, she knew she could take Wilson tomorrow.

Wilson looked at Quentin as he rode the older woman. He does fuck pussy as good as he fucks ass, Wilson observed. Well, not exactly. Quentin was pumping in and out of Adele as fast as he could, not paying any mind to the short jiggle technique he had developed for fucking a sphincter. If Adele hadn't been so self-satisfied at taking him, and anticipating taking Wilson, she would have noticed that his style was designed to satisfy only himself.

Evelyn was hugging Wilson's cock to her body, her back to Adele and Quentin. The only first remaining for her was to have some man's dick in her pussy. And that wasn't going to happen! Unless Wilson was that man. Laura had been here, done this, over the last several years since she and Adele became lovers. She was fascinated by Wilson's and Adele's stories, and hoped they wouldn't expect the others--at least not her--to tell their first times. Besides, many of her first times came through Adele. She looked at her niece, holding Wilson's monster cock as if it was a teddy bear, then pass her to Quentin's nearly as monstrous cock plunging in and out of Adele, to Adele's look of rapture, to Scott, standing alone watching it all, somewhat amazed and somewhat jaded.

Chadwick. What are we going to do about him? Laura knew that Adele had expected--hoped--that Evelyn would eventually give in and have sex with him, but that wasn't going to happen. At least not this weekend. It was plain to Laura that Evelyn's aversion to Chadwick was not just to hetero sex. And the little pixie seems to have fallen in love with Wilson. Or at least his cock. Join the club, little one, she thought. Adele was satiated with Quentin and Wilson. That left her to take care of Chadwick. Ugh! Not that Chadwick was unattractive. In fact, quite the opposite. But he was too WASPish, and he was her subordinate. How was she to maintain control over him if he begins to think of himself as her lover?

She stood and went to Chadwick. "Go sit down," she ordered pointing to her lounge. As obeyed, she went to Adele's room, returning several minutes later. Scott was experiencing a first also: the first time watching other people fuck. Aside from Quentin and Wilson. Scott was looking at an exhausted Quentin laying on top of a delirious Adele. Evelyn was now kissing and licking the head of Wilson's cock like a pagan priestess worshipping some priapic god. Scott wondered if she could get all of it in her mouth. Wilson was just laying back, enjoying the oral attention. Scott looked at Laura as she came into the shade of the patio. He did not like that familiar look of determination he recognized on her face.

Laura came over and went to the far side of her lounge. Scott felt her hands on his shoulders at the same time he felt the cushion sink under her weight. He couldn't tell what she was doing, but knew better than to try and find out. Soon he felt the hairs of her cunt against his spine, then a wetness as it slid down to his ass. Next came her legs around his hips and over and between his legs, her calves brushing his balls. He then felt her nipples against his back, followed by the fullness of her breasts pressed against him. Her arms came around him, underneath his own arms, and down to his crotch. It was like she was riding him piggyback with her hands at his crotch. He felt her fingers manipulate him, and, against his will, his dick responded. She stroked him several times, then he felt a familiar sensation, yet strange, for it was the first time a woman had put a condom on him.

Then he felt lips on his ear. Soft, loving. Mrs. Klijster was actually kissing him! His ear, earlobe, nape of the neck! Laura took a firm hold of his dick, and whispered in his ear. "Ever have a woman jack you off, Chadwick?" she asked. Scott could only shake his head negatively.

"We're going to have to have an understanding," she continued as she slowly masturbated him. Scott stared forward somewhat fearfully.

"You're going to be here tonight and tomorrow. Evelyn won't fuck you, and Adele is claiming Quentin and Wilson. That means I have to take care of you. I don't want you getting any ideas." Scott continued staring into the void.

"I'm going to let you fuck me whenever you want, even suck your dick for you, but this is part of the deal about you keeping your mouth shut about us. Understood?"

Scott received what his boss was saying the way he would an onerous research or drafting assignment. He nodded in resignation. Sounded just like a piece of research she didn't like. Scott looked down between his legs. He felt like he was hallucinating. Two sets of legs, two sets of hands. His at his sides, hers around his cock. A lesbian, she says. Who fucks men. And sucks them off. And gives hand jobs. And all damn good. Sooo good. He stiffened, both his cock and his body, ready to cum. So Laura stopped.

Damn! Scott thought. Not just a lesbian. A cock-teasing, lesbian bitch! But he had been a little to hasty in his assessment of her action, or cessation of action. She released him, unwrapped herself from around him, and lay down on the lounge. Scott didn't move, not knowing what was coming next. Laura stroked his arm, "Come on, Chadwick, I didn't put lead in that pencil for you to point it at the ceiling."

Scott turned and saw she was laying with her legs spread, the fingers of her other hand rubbing her lips and clit. As he climbed into position she grabbed his cock and guided it into her, wrapping her legs around him and pushing him in with her heels.

"Take as long as you want, Chadwick," Laura said, moving her hands to his sides. "I'm a good fuck."

And a good fuck she was. She caressed his sides and his back and the back of his head and neck. She squeezed his cock with her cunt. She wrapped her legs around him and unwrapped her legs. She planted her feet flat on the cushion of the lounge and lifted her ass to meet his strokes. She told him when to slow down, when to speed up, when to stop and just let her milk him. She told him to twitch his cock inside her, and to pull out all the way and run it along her vaginal lips. And when he could hold out no longer, she pushed him all the way in and kissed him as if they were longtime lovers. Yet even as he filled the condom with his seed, Scott still wondered: how does a lesbian know how to fuck so good?

Adele watched Scott and Laura fucking with a sense of pride and fulfillment. When she first met Laura, Laura was a stereotypical man-hating dyke. It was several months into their relationship before she brought a man into it, and taught Laura how to enjoy men sexually--to use men the way men used women. One of the secrets of getting fucked good was being a good fuck, she instructed. And Laura was always an A student!

Wilson was content. He had a lesbian on either side of him being fucked silly and a third one sitting between his legs licking the head of his cock. And the dyke to his left was having her pussy stretched so she could take him vaginally. He looked down at Evelyn, who now had her large breasts wrapped around his cock as she licked. She sure a quick learner, he thought. Not that he minded. Between her tongue, her breasts, her hands, the shaft of his cock against her belly, the feel of her butt cheeks against one of his legs, and her leg draped over the other, it was almost as good as being inside a woman. And Wilson had fucked a woman. Coach's wife.

***

Being a young teenager, Wilson was inexperienced in the variations of sex. Group jack-offs and gay fellatio were things he never thought of until he did them. But as he was to learn, the taste of cock lingers on the tongue. Coach's wife, Mrs. Nancy Trent, knew about her husband's gay side from their first date. She was a sophomore at the small college they attended; he was a senior. She was a virgin, but she had acquired a reputation in high school for giving head rather than pussy. At a time when "good girls" didn't do that. So in college, once her virginity was medically certified in the freshman physical check-up, maintaining that status assured her membership in Sigma Tau Epsilon. And being a Sigma meant dating all the hot boys on campus. Including jocks.

Allen Trent was on the football team, the basketball team, the baseball team, the swim team. Which was to be expected since he wanted to be a high school coach. And she wanted to be a high school teacher. History and social studies. They were made for each other. Except she tasted cock on his mouth when he first kissed her. What could she do. She couldn't confront him or else he would ask how she knew what a cock taste like. If she stopped seeing him, all her sorority sisters would want to know why. She couldn't say she didn't like him. She'd been after him from her first day at the college. In fact it's why she pledged Sigma Tau Epsilon.

So she dated him until he graduated. He never made a move, and wondered why she didn't. On their first date when he returned to campus for a visit, she asked him how long he'd been a queer. When he asked how she knew, she told him. When he then asked how she knew what cock tasted like, she told him again. Then she asked him to marry her. On condition that she gets to fuck every cock he sucks, and he gets to suck every cock she fucks. And they lived happily every after.

"Who's the new cock," she asked the evening Coach came home after sucking Wilson the first time. When he told her, she went ballistic. "Are you insane! You know what could happen to you if he says anything! He's not a senior, he hasn't been conditioned like the others! Are you insane!"

Of course she was more composed when he described Wilson's cock. And determined to judge for herself. Which she did at the end of the summer. She came to the school on the last day of the camp. Coach was sucking Wilson off again when she walked into the office. Instinctively Wilson tried to pull his dick out of Coach's mouth, only to have Coach grab his buttocks and hold him in place. Coach kept sucking him, just enough to keep him hard. Mrs. Trent closed the door and locked it, being more cautious than her husband. By the time she reached the pair, Coach had released Wilson, leaving his eight-incher pointing at Coach's face. Mrs. Trent knelt down, kissed her husband, then took Wilson in her mouth, the first head he received from a woman.

Wilson noted the difference in techniques, in feel, not knowing whether it was the difference between a man giving head and a woman. He was about to come when Mrs. Trent pulled back, turned and french kissed her husband. She stood and guided Wilson to the Coach's chair, a seat in which Wilson had never sat. Nancy hiked up her skirt and straddled him, her back to him. She placed her hands on his knees, balanceing herself. She could only take about half of him inside her before he felt something like a wall. As he adjusted to the feel of a pussy around his cock, Wilson felt something wet and rough at his balls. Looking around Mrs. Trent he saw Coach between their legs, licking his balls. Coach went up to the base of his cock, then began licking his wife's pussy. Wilson couldn't see much, but he could feel Coach's tongue on him. The next thing he felt was his cock being squeezed in a soft vise, then that vise beginning to ripple. It would be Thanksgiving before he could accurately judge when Mrs. Trent was having an orgasm.

Wilson didn't know what he should do other than sit there. Mrs. Trent pulled free of his cock, turned around with her skirt still hiked up around her hips, giving him his first look at a pussy. She had a glazed look in her eyes and the widest smile he'd ever seen as she slid back on his cock, this time facing him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began pushing herself up and down on his cock. Soon Wilson felt that tingling sensation that Coach's sucking caused, and he felt himself twitching inside Mrs. Trent.

Mrs. Trent felt it too. She rose up, keeping just the cockhead inside her, squeezing her cunt around him. When he stopped twitching she rose completely. White fluid coated his dick and was running down her legs. She leaned against the desk and began fingering herself as Coach attacked Wilson's cock, nearly gagging as he swallowed him. Wilson looked from Coach to Mrs. Coach. Coach had his eyes closed, sucking on Wilson as if this was the last time he would have the opportunity. Wilson got hard again and came, this time a dry cum.

"Over here, Allen," Mrs. Trent commanded. Coach turned and looked at his wife's pussy. Cum was dribbling out of it, running down her legs, coating her fingers. He immediately leapt at her, licking her inner thighs, then her pussy. Nancy raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders, squeezing his head in her orgasm.

"Your name is Wilson?" she asked Wilson. He could only nod. "Has my husband done anything with you then suck your dick?" Wilson shook his head. Mrs. Trent looked down at her husband. "Well, we'll just have to correct that."

So before the Trents were arrested at the end of the school year for child molestation, lewd conduct with a minor, indecent exposure, statutory rape, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and child endangerment, Wilson experienced fucking his first man in the ass, fucking his first woman in the ass, being fucked in the ass by a man, being fucked in the ass by a strap-on, eating pussy, sucking cock, getting a hand job from a man, giving a hand-job to a man, getting one from a woman, and giving one to a woman. Of the fifty plus students listed in the indictment, missing was the name of one Wilson Woodrow.

Wilson regretted the arrest of the Trents, but kept silent, especially given the vocal denunciations his father made about them. He began dating and found that Nancy Trent was the only woman who could take him. Or rather that the teenage girls who did put out were not capable of taking him. And they considered oral and anal sex perversions. So Wilson settled for hand jobs from his dates, and began meeting with many of the other boys from the Trents' extracurricular activities. Oral and anal were not perversions to them, or if they were, they wallowed in them. By now Wilson was his current size, and he found out that there were many size queens in the Black community of his city. Once word got out, Wilson never had to worry about a gay mouth or ass to service him. Being a fair man, he saw no reason not to provide what he was receiving. But he never forgot Nancy Trent's cunt.

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Wilson looked at the lounges on both sides of him. Almost like looking into facing mirrors. On both was a white woman with a white man younger than herself laying on top of her, his cock spent. Of course the two women had different reactions to the men on top of them. Adele eased Quentin out of her, pushing him to the patio floor until his face was even with her cunt. Quentin looked at her pussy and the cum coating its lips and running down the crack of her ass. The firm pull of her hand on his hair made no mistake about what she wanted. He balked.

She firmly pulled him to her. "Why do men always hate to eat their own cum?" She looked sternly at Quentin. "Now, Quentin, you suck Woody's cock, don't you?" Quentin's nod was barely perceptible. "And what do you do when he cums?" The reasoning was sound, but still Quentin was hesitant. By now Adele was sitting up. She swung her far leg over his shoulder and pulled his face into her crotch. Once his face was mashed into her cunt, and covered with his cum and her juices, Quentin took to eating her like a duck to water. Adele reclined on the lounge, pulling Quentin with her. As Quentin stuck his tongue into her vagina, scouring the walls for every bit of cum, Adele flooded her canal with another series of orgasms.

On the other side of Wilson, Laura was having a different experience. Both heard Adele's questions, and assumed what was happening. Assumed because neither could see over Wilson's and Evelyn's bodies. But even if they could've seen Adele and Quentin, Scott would not have seen anything. Laura had her hand on the back of his head, holding it to the crook of her neck. Her other hand she had cupping one of his butt cheeks, her fingernails tracing patterns just inside the crack of his ass. He was still inside her, and she worked her cunt to see if she could put lead back in his pencil. Adele said they were going to fuck the boys silly, and Laura had determined to do just that. So the WASP wants to fuck a girl from the wrong side of the tracks? Well, she'll make him beg for her pussy after this weekend!

What is this woman doing to me, Scott wondered. He thought he was done for the day when he filled the condom. He hadn't pulled out and rolled off her, his normal post-coital moves, because of the firmness of her grip on his head and the way her legs wrapped around his. Besides, it wasn't unpleasant to feel her breasts against his chest, their bellies against each other, and the octopus-like way she wrapped herself around him. But those fingernails in his ass. No one had ever done that! And the way she squeezed his dick with her pussy. And she's a dyke! Well, she did say I could fuck her as long as I wanted.

Laura shifted her legs so that her feet were flat on the lounge cushion as Scott began to ride her again. She pulled his head back and kissed him full on the mouth, running her tongue inside. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him. "Enjoying the ride, Chadwick?" The slightly diabolical way she said this almost made him lose his erection. Almost.

Wilson, in going from watching Scott and Laura settle into a moderate paced fuck on one side of him to Quentin groveling at Adele's cunt on the other side, looked over Evelyn several times. Which was not easy since the little woman was rubbing her cunt up and down his cock, squeezing its head between her breasts, and occasionally licking or kissing it. He reached down, gripped her waist in both hands, and lifted her toward him. He brought her all the way to his face and kissed her, breaking the kiss off way before she wanted it to end. He then positioned her so that the head of his cock was against the top of her cunt, massaging her clit and the top of both the inner and outer lips at the same time. He moved her back and forth a few times until she got the idea. Released, Evelyn balanced herself on Wilson's chest as she scooted back and forth along his cock, now laying against his stomach.




Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate Ch. 04



Adele and Laura watched Evelyn sliding back and forth on Wilson's cock. Both had been there, done that. Nice for Evelyn to learn how to enjoy cock, even if this one was too big to enjoy properly. Adele continued to lay back and watch after Quentin had finished his oral duties between her legs. Laura was keeping a hand on Scott's head and ass, making sure she drained him. Evelyn pushed herself upright, trying to straddle Wilson's hips. She couldn't so she scooted back, straddled his thigh, and brought Wilson's cock upright. She kissed it again, moved up so that she was actually kneeling on his hips, and ran her pussy up and down the shaft. She then stood up, placed the cockhead at her pussy, and slid down!

Everyone looked at the spectacle in shock and in awe, even Wilson. Everyone had believed that Evelyn's pussy was small because Evelyn was small. Even Adele had not been able to take Wilson. And Evelyn was a virgin! But lots of stereotypes and misinformation were being destroyed that weekend, and this was another. Evelyn lost her virginity to the biggest cock that she would ever see, that Laura had ever seen, that Adele had ever tried. And it didn't hurt a bit! She slid down until her knees touched the cushion on one side, and Wilson's hip on the other. Then, with some difficulty, she pushed herself up and off. She then laid down next to Wilson, kissing his big black chest, the biggest smile she ever had on her face.

Adele was now sitting on the side of her lounge, her mouth agape. For the first time in many, many years, she was shocked, surprised, nonplused, jealous, envious, angry. Shocked because she didn't believe what she had just seen was possible. Surprised because she didn't think Evelyn would ever get fucked. Nonplused because she wanted to be the first woman in that household to fuck Woody. Jealous because she wasn't. Envious because Evelyn did at once what Adele had been trying to do for two years. And angry for the same reason.

Laura shared Adele's shock and surprise, for the same reasons. This was quickly replaced with the fear that Evelyn may have done herself an injury. That her niece was able to extricate herself, then lovingly lay beside Wilson was the only proof she needed to let them alone. There was a touch of envy, though.

Wilson was also in shock. Like Adele and Laura, he had thought himself too big for the petite woman. When she slid down his pole, he thought she had slipped and that he had hurt her. Now that she had extricated herself after only one stroke, he didn't know whether it was because she was injured or not. But he did know that she had taken his full nine and a half inches! Something more experienced women like Adele and Coach's wife had not done.

"Fuck me, Wilson." Evelyn's request startled the Black lawyer and the other women. Wilson said nothing, just stared at the rafters of the overhanging roof. Adele was now looking at the two of them fully, sitting on the edge of her lounge, Quentin relegated to the lower end like some puppy. Laura rather unceremoniously pushed Scott off of her and swung to a sitting position facing Adele. The women looked at each other, then at the two on the lounge between them. Evelyn was rubbing Wilson's stomach and chest, planting kisses. She rolled on top of him and looked at him.

"Fuck me, Wilson."

Wilson looked at the doll-like figure on his body, then to the left and right at Adele and Laura, the same deer-in-the-headlights look when Scott first caught him and Daniels. For all her varied emotions, Adele recovered quickly. She quickly shifted from her lounge to Wilson's, guiding Evelyn off his massive body.

"Stand up, Woody," she commanded. Wilson obeyed, looking like a stereotypical muscle-bound behemoth for the first time that weekend. "Lay down, Evie sweetie," she commanded Evelyn, who obeyed as well. "Spread your legs," she ordered. Evelyn complied again. Adele ran her hand over Evelyn's pussy. "You're about to become a real woman, Evelyn," Adele said, looking into her face. "I've hoped for this day for a long time." Adele continued to finger the younger woman's cunt. "Cocks are good, it's only the pricks they're attached to that are assholes."

Laura suppressed a smirk at this oft-repeated remark. Adele leaned down and frenched Evelyn, then kissed each of her nipples, her navel, and tongued her pussy until she was on the verge of cumming. Pulling away, she turned to Wilson, nearly being hit by his cock. In one fluid motion she opened her mouth and took the head in, sucking gently as she looked up at him. Wilson looked down at her, seeing a look of reverence and command he had not seen on Adele's face since their first encounters. He looked over at Laura, whose face expressed both approval of what was about to happen, and wonder of what was about to happen. Adele took the now rampant Wilson out of her mouth, giving the head one last lick. She then positioned him on the lounge, the head of his cock at Evelyn's pussy. She took Evelyn's left leg and held it up and out, looking at Laura to do the same with the right leg. Evelyn was now in the position Adele had assumed that morning, except Wilson's dick was aimed at her cunt, not her asshole.

Wilson leaned forward, placing his weight on his arms, keeping his body off of Evelyn's. He was not sure what he should do, fearing that he would crush the little woman if he tried to fuck her normally. In the back of their minds, Adele and Laura thought the same. Only Evelyn was fully confident of her ability to take Wilson fully. He would not only make a woman of her, but she would make a man of him. Adele pushed his cockhead into Evelyn, then fed the rest of his cock into her until only the part covered by her fist remained. Laura, Scott, Quentin, and even Adele watched Evelyn's cunt swallow Wilson's cock in fascination. Adele removed her hand and Wilson pushed the last few inches in himself. He wanted to look into Evelyn's face, to see if he was hurting her, but all he could see when he looked down was the top of her head.

Evelyn waited until she felt Wilson's balls touch her ass before she tightened her cunt muscles as much as she could. Not that she had to tighten them much. She placed her hands on Wilson's side and kissed the massive torso above her. She relaxed her cunt, expecting him to start pulling out. When he didn't, she took charge. "Fuck me, Wilson!"

Wilson pulled out slowly, then pushed himself in just as slow. Evelyn kicked her legs free of Adele and Laura, planted her feet on the cushion and tried to push against Wilson. Adele moved to Wilson's head, kissed him, and said. "Fuck her, Woody!"

Wilson picked up the pace, but still not as fast as when he reamed Adele that morning. Adele reached between them and began rubbing Evelyn's clit. "Faster, Woody, faster," Adele began chanting. Wilson began to move rapidly, met stroke for stroke by Evelyn. After several minutes, Wilson came inside a cunt for the first time since he was 14. For the first time in her life, Evelyn felt a dick spurting semen inside her pussy. That feel, the thought that she had given Wilson pleasure, and Adele's insistent fingers on her clit, took Evelyn over the edge. While it was not as intense as other orgasms she'd had, it was the first orgasm with a cock in her cunt.

Wilson rested with his weight on his forearms and knees, his cock twitching and spurting inside Evelyn. Pulling out of the pixie slowly, he lumbered over to Adele's lounge, nearly kicking Quentin as he lay on his back. Evelyn pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at her pussy. Her lips, which had always fitted snugly together, were now parted about an inch, and Wilson's seed was flooding from it, already forming a large pool at her ass. She looked at Adele triumphantly before laying down again.

Adele looked at Evelyn from head to cunt, then at Wilson, his cum-smeared cock laying against his thigh. She then stood, staddled Evelyn's lounge and declared, "Evelyn Norwood Van Dyke, you are now high priestess of Woody's cock, and I submit to you!" She then knelt on the lounge between Evelyn's legs and buried her face in Evelyn's crotch.

The declaration caught everyone by surprise. Adele had created the cult of Wilson's cock, with herself as high priestess, when she and Laura first began frigging themselves with him. But it had been over a year since the three had played that scene. Evelyn, Scott and Quentin, of course, knew nothing of what was occurring, other than what they witnessed.

As Adele cleaned Evelyn's cunt, Laura kissed Evelyn on the lips. "Welcome to womanhood, sweetie." Laura then kissed her way to Evelyn's right breast, which she took in her mouth and sucked liked a nursing child. Evelyn lay back to enjoy the ministrations of her sapphic lovers, having been in this situation often. Yet this was different. There was a certain tingling at her cunt, a different feel to her nether lips. She looked over at Wilson and smiled just as Adele brought her to another orgasm.

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