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STRIP Ch. 01

By: HarveyMarcus



Chapter One - Getting Rod Ready

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. 

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Okay sexual sports fans, I'm branching out. Instead of a story regaling my sexual exploits, here's a purely fiction account of a fictional family and their very real sexual encounters. Real as in, I made them up in my fertile imagination.

I've always enjoyed the idea of Naked In School, although not everyone has a talent for getting the right words on paper. Right words as in, they make me horny. The best entry in this unclothed universe is "Naked In School - Getting Prepared" by Lost One. Mother insists that Father prepare daughter for Naked In School, including showing her what she can't do. As in, full sex. I wanted to take Lost One's Chapter One and continue the story using those characters. Eventually fortunately for us, Lost One has a plan for Chapters Two and beyond, and suggested I write my own version. As in, leave my stuff alone, but said nicely.

After all, I am a writer. So, here's my Chapter One of a multi-part Naked In School story. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. They're frigging fictional characters! Because the story doesn't star me and my family and acquaintances, here's a rundown of the primary players:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

I just hope this writing experiment doesn't blow up in my pants.

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Cassi Fallopia fumed as she gathered dirty clothes scattered around the house. It was a modest three-bedroom ranch, too small for a family of four. Their two kids were more than old enough to benefit from separate bedrooms but shared one. When she and her second husband Dick Treyshun got married, he'd lost his house to his first wife, and Cassi's first husband wanted cash, not property in their settlement. The housing market stunk for buyers and sellers, so too small was something they had to live with.

Dick had many redeeming qualities: kind, generous, empathetic, an attentive and engaged father, and a knockout sex partner. And Dick didn't mind at all that her breasts were small, bordering on nonexistent. With the good came the bad. For one, Dick had a nasty habit of strewing his dirty clothes all over. And his son, her stepson Rod, wasn't any better. The only one who used the hampers was her daughter, Penny. 

Cassi should have knocked on the door of the bedroom her daughter and stepson shared, but she was preoccupied with the chore of laundry being ten times harder than it had to be. Laundry basket in her arms, the door swung open from a light push of Cassi's foot. Standing there, nude with a full erection, was Rod, hands on his hips, groin thrust forward. She could have stepped out, averted her eyes, or closed them. Instead, she stared at his cock, which seemed to be as big as Dick's. And as she looked, Rod's cock reacted, growing harder and straighter, bobbing as if taking a bow. The small bounce of his cock startled Cassi. Their eyes met for a split second. She juggled the basket but didn't drop it, mumbled an apology and made a swift exit.

Cassi threw the armful of clothes in the hamper and retreated to the basement. While the washing machine chugged, she sat on a rusty folding chair and considered what she'd seen. Rod wasn't just naked, in the middle of getting dressed. He was posing, like some bodybuilder or model, exposing his penis proudly. "He should be proud," she thought. But the idea of her stepson's cock generated mixed emotions. She loved sex with Dick. Frequently. They were made for each other in that way. They shared a voracious appetite for coupling. Cassi pressed her thighs together. There was a damp spot in her panties. Had seeing Rod's penis gotten her excited? Thinking about Rod in a sexual way was wrong, wasn't it?

The sound of the garage door was loud enough to be heard in the basement. Cassi went upstairs. Rod was nowhere in sight. "Thank God," she thought. "I don't know what I'd say to him." Dick was one step through the door before Cassi verbally pounced. "Dick, thank God you're home. You need to speak with your son." She wanted to take back the "your" and say "our" but the words had already been spoken. "I accidentally walked in on him, in the nude."

"You were nude, or was he?" Dick put his briefcase down next to the kitchen table. "Since you're dressed, I'm supposing it was him. Just apologize and that's that. He'll understand. Hell, he's been sharing a room with Penny ever since we got married. You don't think she hasn't gotten a peek at him in the buff, do you?"

The idea of her daughter seeing Rod's big cock shook her. She collapsed into a kitchen chair. "But he wasn't just naked. He was posing, like some kind of model. What's that all about, huh? Have a father and son talk with him."

Dick put his hand on Cassi's shoulder. "I'll have a chat. But don't worry. He'll understand it was just a mistake." Dick let his hand slip down the front of Cassi's blouse. When it reached her breast, he pressed his palm against it. She moaned. "Later, I'll show you this house's biggest penis. And you won't be limited to looking. You can touch it and everything."

Cassi batted Dick's hand from her chest. "Maybe you shouldn't brag. He's got a weapon almost as potent as yours." She picked up Dick's briefcase and carried it into the front hall, to its proper resting place.

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Dick threw his suit jacket on their bed, loosened his tie and knocked on his kids' door. "Rod?"

The voice stuttered. "C-c-come in."

Rod was sitting on his twin bed on the far side of the room, dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt and cutoffs, with a leaflet crushed in his hand. The decorations on Rod's side of the room were drastically different from Penny's side. Computer company posters, and movie posters from science fiction films covered his walls. Penny's wall was one giant cork surface, filled to capacity with photos, fliers from events she'd organized, and letters from faculty.

"What's up, sport?" Given Cassi's description of what she'd seen, Dick could have chosen a better phrase.

Rod looked up from the floor. "They've got this program in school. It's really embarrassing." He handed his father the mangled pamphlet with the acronym STRIP on the front, and male and female symbols intertwined.

Dick read out loud. "Hmm. Self-Teen Reflection Improvement Program, known by the acronym STRIP. STRIP allows students to understand themselves more completely. How faculty and their parents view them is less important than how they view themselves. It is offered to students whose self-image is assessed to be substandard - lack of confidence, demure demeanor." Dick skimmed the overview silently. 

"I got picked. No duh," said Rod.

"Interesting. So what do you have to do?"

"For some part of the day, I'll have to be naked. Gross, huh?"

"You'll have to take off your clothes at school?" Dick smiled. "Ah, to be a teenager again! Is that why you were posing?"

"Mom told you, huh? I just wanted to figure out how to stand when I'm naked. ItÕs going to be pretty embarrassing, you know."

"I can barely imagine." Dick waited for his son to catch the pun. No response. "Well, your mother and I will just have to make sure you're prepared."

"Really? You guys are the coolest parents ever."

"Give me a few minutes with your mom, and then we'll all get together in the den."

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Cassi heard her husband's clomping steps on the stairs. "That was quick," she thought.

Dick came into the kitchen. "Rod got picked for a self-image improvement program."

"Great! He could use something like that. But what does that have to do with-"

"By their rules, he'll be naked in school for a part of the day." Dick snuck a cookie out of the porcelain bear-shaped jar.

"You must be kidding! How can a school demand that?"

"I haven't a clue." Dick took a bite. Crumbs fell on the floor at his feet. "But this seems to be a legit program. Here's the brochure, with the policies and rules. And we both agree that Rod could use some bolstering of his confidence."

"But naked?" Cassi snatched a battery-operated vacuum from the cupboard and sucked up Dick's mess.

"I'm sure they've tested this out and gotten good results. Otherwise our school board wouldn't have approved it."

"I think it's awful, but if it helps Rod's confidence-"

Dick interrupted. "So we need to make sure Rod succeeds, or his self-esteem will drop even lower. I hesitate to think about Rod slipping into depression."

Cassi clasped her hands. "Okay, so we'll let him do his nude posing in private. We can do that. We'll just tell Penny to stay out-"

"I was thinking of something more proactive." Dick scratched his chin. "You know, like letting him be naked in front of us."

The image of Rod's naked body came back like a dream. "You must be kidding!"

"Why not? He'll need to be naked in front of strangers. Why not his parents? And the brochure says that the kids in the program will engage in mild physical interactions. Kissing, touching, that kind of thing. But explicitly, no sexual intercourse."

"Thank goodness for some limits! So what are you suggesting?"

"That we ask Rod to come down here, and you touch him and let him touch you."

"The hell I will." She crossed her arms over her basically flat chest. "That would be wrong in so many of ways."

"But if we don't prepare him, give him the tools he needs, how can we expect him to succeed?"

"He has a plenty good tool, from what I saw."

"Don't worry. I'll be here to supervise. Just a little mutual touching. Nothing serious. Do it for me? And later, I'll give you a big reward." Dad winked.

Cassi sighed. "You won't take no for an answer will you?" Cassi's pussy throbbed. "All right, just a little touching, and that's all."

Dad ran upstairs and came back with Rod in tow. "I'm sorry, Mom." Rod's head hung. 

At least he was dressed. "I share the blame," said Cassi. "I should have knocked."

"Good, now that's settled, we want you to know that we're behind you one hundred percent. And we both feel you need to be prepared for the program. When does it start?"

"Next week."

"Right. So we can get a head start. Rod, why don't you slide your shorts off?"

"In front of Mom?" Rod hesitated, then unbuttoned and unzipped. They must have been made from an old pair of Dick's jeans, because they dropped to the floor without a tug. Rod's dick was at half-mast, but still massive. With his mother's eyes on him, it began to engorge, rising to vertical.

"Now, honey, take hold of Rod's penis. That's what girl's will be doing to him in school. He might as well get used to the idea."

Cassie kept her arms at her sides.

"Dear, please. Like we discussed?"

Cassie reached forward, her hand shaking, and held Rod's throbbing cock His pulse was racing. It seemed alive, with a will of its own. "How does that feel?"

"Great! I mean, itÕs supposed to be stimulating, right?"

"And Rod, you can touch your mother, between her thighs. Dear, just spread your legs. You can keep your pants on."

Thanks for small favors. "Gently now, dear."

Rod's fingertips glanced off his mother's crotch, and then pressed a bit harder. Cassie began to get juicy from the stimulation. Her face was closing in on Rod's erection.

"Oh, that's a good idea, dear. Show him what oral sex feels like."

"What?"

Dick waved the pamphlet. "It's allowed, even encouraged. And maybe you should take your pants off. Just your pants."

Cassi struggled to remove her slacks while keeping her eyes on Rod's cock. It was huge and stiff. Would it feel any different than Dick's? She tossed the idea from her mind. Cassi sat back down and resumed holding her stepson's erection. "Come closer." 

While Cassi stroked and sucked her son's cock, Rod fingered his mother's pussy, poking his fingers in the damp crease. The panties molded to the shape of her engorged labia. It was a shallow finger fuck, but it was rubbing Cassi exactly the right way. She was getting pretty jazzed up from his fingers. What usually followed, when her husband felt her up, was for her to roll onto her back, spread her legs, and prepare to take her husband cock in one deft stroke. 

"That's it, son, tease her. Get her all excited."

Rod's hips bucked as Cassi swirled here tongue around the head of Rod's cock. He jerked forward, but Cassi remained in control, so she wouldn't choke on his massive member.

"See, that's not so bad." Dick was standing like Rod had, hands on his hips. His erection in his slacks was unmistakable.

Cassi glanced up at the clock through narrowed eyelids. She let Rod's prick slip from her lips. "Someone has to pick Penny up from pom-pom practice." Although she was enjoying her son's more vigorous finger probing, she started to stand up.

Dick waved her off. "No, honey, I'll go. You finish up with Rod's lesson. Make sure he's prepared."

Dick slipped out the door to the garage. The sound of the overhead garage door motor confirmed that he'd departed.

Rod stood back, his cock moist from saliva and precut. Cassi sat back on the futon and examined the booklet. "So, what are the limits?"

Rod stroked his cock near his mother's face. "I haven't read the whole thing. I kind of skimmed it."

"Well, young man, this is important." She glanced at his throbbing cock. God, she was horny. And Dick had gotten them this close, almost naked, touching each other, even oral sex, and then left in a hurry. God, was she supposed to - no, Dick wasn't setting them up. On the other hand -

"I'm afraid the kids will make fun of me."

"Don't worry about that." She put her hand on Rod's cock. "You're way bigger than average. Why, you're just about the same size as your father."

"Really?"

"Yes. Maybe when you're all grown up and ready for sex, you'll be even bigger."

"Do women like it big?" he asked. 

She flicked her tongue over the head. "Oh, yes we do." Without letting go of Rod, she read from the booklet. "It says here that sexual intercourse is forbidden between students, or faculty and students." She stroked his cock hard, making his hips jerk.

"So I shouldn't get too close to anybody's vagina?"

Even mine, she thought. "Correct, or there will be disciplinary actions taken." Cassi kept reading. "It says the satisfaction thing is mutual." She pumped his cock with one hand, booklet firmly in the other. "So you should have some practice getting and giving 'happiness.' That's what your father and I call it." Cassi leaned forward and kissed the tip of Rod's cock.

"Oh Mom!"

Her lips opened and she sucked the head. "Your crown is bigger than your father's." She took only an inch or two before she felt her gag reflex, which is why she could never give Dick a deep throat. "Hmmmf." She backed off. "Do you get the idea?" 

"Uh huh." Rod's cock waved, wet and firm in front of Cassi's face. "If it's mutual, when do I make you happy?"

Cassi felt the pulse in her vagina. Of course, she should let Rod do something. Maybe just some more touching. "Okay, fair's fair."

Rod pointed to the futon. "Lay down."

She fell on her back, her vagina leaking, her body prepared for penetration. But this was her son, not her husband. Rod knelt next to the futon and touched his mom's panties. "They're all wet." He tugged them down but they didn't move.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She didn't want her needy pussy exposed. 

"I'm going to make you happy. Doesn't the pamphlet say that?"

Cassi had no defense against Rod's logic. Besides, she'd touched his bare skin. In fact, her hand was still on his cock. She lifted her hips so Rod could slide her panties down her legs. She lifted one leg onto the back of the futon and dropped the other, spread wide.

Rod fell face down between her thighs and licked. 

Her hips jerked up with the first touch of his tongue. This was way beyond what Cassi was willing to do, but her body's enthusiasm was impossible to ignore. 

"Is that right?"

She wouldn't lie to her son. "Oh yes. Just like that."

Rod was naive, thrashing his tongue all over. But when he accidentally hit Cassi's clitoris, and her hips jumped, he repeated the gesture in the same area.

"Oh God. Oh God. Don't stop! Mmmm." Cassi tightened her vaginal lips around Rod's tongue and orgasmed faster than she ever had with Dick. "Wow! You were terrific, a natural. The girls will love you." Cassi bathed in a warm glow, the same as after sex with Dick. She squeezed back on the futon. "Come here and lie next to me."

Rod laid down, stretched out alongside his stepmother. Cassi kept her arm at her side, which put her fingers at Rod's cock. She absentmindedly played with it, keeping it hard and ready.

"Thanks, Mom, you've been a big help." Rod paused. "Say, do you remember that black eye I had, a couple of months ago?"

"Of course. You said you had a nasty fight with another student. You never told me what the fight was about, did you?"

"No. It was about you."

'Me?"

"Yeah, the guys were saying how pretty you were, uh, are. And how your skirts and shorts showed off your legs real nice." Rod's hand traced the curve of Cassi's hip. 

"What's wrong with that?"

"Oh, they didn't stop there. They said how they expected you were a good kisser. And, oh God, how you'd be hot in bed." Rod's hand crept up to the edge of Cassi's shirt. She pushed it away, so Rod resumed stroking her hip and buttock.

"Really?" The idea of these young men, fantasizing over her, plus Rod's touch increased her excitement. 

"I couldn't just stand there and say something like that, could I?"

Cassi tugged at Rod's cock, which hadn't faded. "Of course not. You could have walked away-"

"No! I needed to defend you, your honor. So I pushed Teddy, he was the nastiest, talking about your pussy and stuff. He pushed back, and then he started throwing punches."

"My hero!" Cassi leaned close and gave Rod a big kiss. Not a motherly one, but a passionate and firm one. And she continued to stroke his cock, which was firmer than ever.

He returned the lip lock, a long connection, and held his mother's ass. She slid one arm gently around his shoulders. Their bodies were touching, thigh to chest.

"Mom, why did you keep your t-shirt on?"

"I have small breasts, and I'm embarrassed by them. I keep a top on, even when your father and I make love." Of course, Dick would slide his hands under her top and ravage her nipples every time, bringing her exquisite orgasms, better than the one Rod had given her with his tongue.

'Really? Maybe you need to be in STRIP, to improve your self-confidence."

"There's nothing wrong with my self-confidence, and I don't need to parade around in my underwear or less to make a point."

"Prove it. Take your top off."

Should I, especially since I hide my tits from Dick, and because they're so sensitive? "You will be seeing your female classmate's breasts. I guess it's all right. But just look. No touching." Rod helped Cassi sit up and pull the shirt up and over her head. Now naked, Cassi shook her hair from her face. "There. Happy?"


STRIP Ch. 01



"Very." Rod slipped his t-shirt off as well, to mirror his stepmother's nakedness.

They resumed their face-to-face position, but the futon wasn't deep enough. Rod kept wobbling, on the verge of falling off. "Can we change position?"

"Sure." Cassi laid flat on the futon. With no room for Rod to lie beside her, he climbed above and straddled her on his knees. His fat cock bobbed above her, visibly throbbing. God, how would that monster feel? She tried to think of anything but copulation.

Rod looked at Cassi's small breasts but stared at her nipples, which were hard and pointed, fat from excitement. "You've got great nips!"

"Thank you." Rod reached for one. 

Cassi brushed his away from its target. "No! No touching, just look."

"But why not? Geez, I had my fingers on your vagina, and then my tongue inside. What's wrong with-Ó He placed his palm on his mother's stomach and slid it up to her breast.

"Oooohhhh." Cassi arched her back, bringing her cunt into brief contact with Rod's cock. "No more. Too sensitive."

Rod leaned over her body and put his lips near the nipple, then stroked it once with his tongue.

"Oh God! Too much! No, no no." Cassi's hips lurched from the mattress, Rod's cock skimming her belly. "You're making me crazy!"

Rod's cock slapped against her thighs and vagina. Cassi's hips jerked with every tentative lick or suck of a nipple.

"CanÕt you control this thing?" She took hold with one hand. God, he was bigger than her husband, thicker at least if not longer. How would he feel inside? God, she couldn't do that, could she? Maybe just a touch. She slid his prick along her labia. God, it was hot and hard. "My hero deserves a reward." Her body was already prepared for penetration. She just had to ignore the fact that Rod was her son.

"What do you mean?" Rod shifted to the other nipple, clamping down his lips. 

She pushed his cock harder. God, the pressure of his cock against her pussy entrance was magnificent. And she was so hot. Maybe just a feel. Just for a moment. "Rod, have you ever wondered what sex would feel like?"

"Sure, I've thought about it. I have fantasies, just like any guy. I'm not a complete dork."

"Ever think about how your big cock would feel inside a woman's pussy-Ó She nestled the head of his prick between the moist folds. 

"Mom! What are you doing? You told me to keep my penis away from women's vaginas."

"Your father insisted I prepare you. This is a learning experience, right?" Cassi guided Rod's hips forward, keeping his cock aimed at her cunt. It slid in, but just barely. 

"Should we be doing this? Oh, Ma, you're so tight."

Only because you're so thick. "Think of it as an advanced lesson. How does my vagina feel?"

"Marvelous. And when I have sex for the first time, I'll remember you." 

Cassi knew that this was sex, at least the start of it. "So will I. Now leave it there. Don't move."

Rod couldn't remain still. His hips twitched, the head of his cock splitting her labia, over and over. 

Cassi was out of her mind with lust. She needed to raise Rod to the same level. "Now, go back to sucking. Please?"

Rod put his mouth over her breast and thrashed her nipple with his tongue. His cock danced in and out, getting deeper with every tilt of his mother's hips. He didn't seem to notice.

Ohh, it feels just like Dick's all hard and needy. God, what am I doing? Rod's hips cooperated with his mother's guidance. When Rod scraped his teeth against his mother's nipple, she grabbed his ass and pulled. Rod plunged into the depth of his mother's cunt. God, a perfect fit, just like Dick.

Rod jerked his head from the nipple feast. "Mom! What did you do?"

"I could ask the same of you, getting me all excited like that. A woman has limits. I told you just to look, and you've slobbered all over my chest. But I forgive you. You made your mother feel marvelous." She kissed him hard on the mouth. 

Rod shifted his weight, his cock deep in the warmth of her pussy. "But I'm inside!"

"You must be trying for extra credit." She tightened her cunt around his fat prick.

Rod pulled back, attempting an exit.

Cassi held his ass in place. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Out."

"That won't undo what we did."

Rod's cock throbbed in response to Cassi's squeeze. "But we weren't supposed to have intercourse. Isn't that against the rules?"

It's also illegal in most states. "Neither of us planned for this." Cassi wondered if this had been what Dick wanted all along. But why? Their sex life was just fine, thank you. "But the program doesn't start until next week, so technically we can't be breaking any of its rules. Consider this a lesson for later in your life."

"You mean you'll teach me how to make love to a woman?"

"Yes, under two conditions. First, this is the only time. Ever. Second, you won't have sex with your sister."

"I didn't think we'd be doing it at all, let alone more than once. And Penny and I aren't like that with each other. She kicks me out of the room whenever she changes clothes, for Pete's sake, which is all the time. So what do I do now?"

"You were doing pretty good on instinct, buddy. Finding a woman's pleasure spot and focusing there, but not forgetting the rest off the package. I think you inherited your father's skill."

"Sheesh! If Dad ever finds out-"

"He'll what? He had me fondling your cock and you probing me with your fingers. He's no judge of propriety." She kissed Rod again, this time with open mouth. Her tongue moistened his lips. He parted them. As their tongues touched, he leaned forward, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. She moaned, parrying her tongue against his onslaught. With both hands, she lifted his face from hers. "Not so hard, you'll choke me. Now rock back and forth a little."

Rod pushed and pulled, as instructed. "I think something's happening."

"For me too. Keep the same rhythm, in and out."

Rod's hips jerked wildly. "I can't. I want to go faster."

"It's your body's instinct. Your body wants to ejaculate, which is only natural." The friction of Rod's dick was making Cassi crazy. "Go ahead, do what you want, fuck me, fuck me good." Cassi threw her legs over Rod's back and tilted her hips to give him the best possible angle and the deepest penetration. 

Rod pounded his mother's pussy, over and over, long strokes that bottomed out and short strokes, at unpredictable speeds. "You're marvelous!"

"So are you, a natural! Just don't stop!" Sex with Dick was good, but Rod's enthusiasm and unpredictability made this even better.

Soon, he was poking at the entrance at a feverish pitch. His crown bloated and thumped her clit. "Oh God, its tingling. I feel - I feel ÐÒ

Her cunt tightened against his onslaught. "Do it! Cum in me!"

He leaned in and squeezed. Cum shot from his dick like sperm bullets. Cassi felt filled and fulfilled. Rod collapsed against her. They lay together, enjoying the afterglow of a milestone event. 

Cassi woke from her orgasm stupor. "Look at the time! Your dad will be home with Penny any minute. Quick, go clean up and get dressed. I'll Fabreeze the room." 

Rod slid off the futon onto the floor. Cassi sat up. They'd made the futon cover wet with their sexual antics. "And I'll change the cover."

Rod ran from the room, leaving his shorts and t-shirt on the floor.

Cassi retrieved the garments. "That boy! Will he ever learn?"

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### An Original H M Tale ###

So, what do you think? Hot? Credible? Make you want to read more?

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Copyright (c) 2010, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.



STRIP Ch. 02



Chapter Two - Cassi Capitulates

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is Chapter Two of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

In Chapter One, Rod gets selected for a NIS program called Self-Teen Reflection Improvement Program, known by the acronym STRIP. Rod is nervous and needs coaching. Dick persuades his wife Cassi to play with Rod and him with her. Their activities are gentle foreplay. While Dick is gone picking up their daughter Penny, Cassi and Rod take their lesson to an inevitable but enjoyable climax.

The story resumes in Dick's point of view, as he goes to get Penny at school.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotions and to expose the characters' inner feelings, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Dick sat up straight in the family sedan, proud that he'd helped Rod get prepared fro STRIP, and proud of his wife for participating. She'd touched Rod's naked penis, which rivaled his own, although he'd never admit that to anyone. And later that night, all excited about her sexual activities with her stepson, Dick was eager for a rousing romp in their bedroom, maybe the best this week.

Rod was a young man, with potential but without experience. Perhaps after passing STRIP, Rod would start dating. His daughter Penny, social as anyone, hung out in groups of girls and boys. To the best of his knowledge, she'd never gone one-on-one with a guy, although with her good looks, Dick was sure she'd been asked and must have refused. Either that, or some of those emergency cheerleading meetings or practices were opportunities to sneak off and-. 

It was okay to think about Cassi teaching Rod foreplay. Hell, he'd witnessed it. But sexual thoughts about his daughter were out of bounds. As he pulled up the curb, Penny was in the predictable spot, with her predictable friend Bethany. They were very close, spending time at each otherÕs homes. Bethany was a mirror opposite to Penny in looks. Penny often wore short skirts and tight shirts, while Bethany always wore long, loose fitting outfits. Penny was light complected, not a bit of tan on her body, with blonde hair in pigtails to match her cheerleading cohorts. Bethany's olive skin was smooth and flawless, her face framed by almost black straight hair that went past her shoulders. Dick had no idea what Bethany looked like from the neck down, despite the amount of time she spent at his home. Given her behavior, Bethany was a perfect candidate for the STRIP program. 

From their demeanor, Bethany seemed dejected; head down, with Penny's arm around her shoulder, offering words of consolation. She kissed Bethany on the cheek and ran over to the car.

"Does Bethany have a ride?" Dad asked.

'She want to walk home. She's got some things to think about."

Dick decided not to ask. Penny wiggled in the front bucket seat, her bare thighs waving her short skirt. Dick's reaction couldn't be helped. With all of the talk about STRIP, having watched his wife handle Rod's bare penis, and musings about Bethany's physique, Dick was as horny as ever. Not for his daughter, mind you, but horny nonetheless. And seeing anyone's sculpted legs bare, with the promise of what they led to-. Dick hit the gas too hard, jerked from the parking space and cut off a car that approached from the rear.

"Daddy! Watch it!"

"Sorry."

Penny fumbled with the air conditioning controls despite the outside temperature. "God, it's hot in here."

She tugged at the collar of her t-shirt. The straps of her bra came into Dick's peripheral vision. 

His hormones urged him to lean over and look down, to witness her cleavage. Instead, he gripped the wheel and promised himself that tonight, he'd fuck the daylights out of Cassi. She deserved a reward for preparing Rod, and Dick, well, he just needed a rousing fuck.

The silence hung heavy. Penny broke it. "How did they choose the kids for STRIP?"

She flapped her skirt to allow cool air to flow under it. The flapping was so exaggerated she exposed her panties, pressed tight against her pussy. Dick was so distracted, she had to ask twice. "Bethany got picked for STRIP and I didn't. How come?"

"Well, I read the brochure your brother brought home-"

"Rod got picked? Oh my God! What is wrong with those people? They're picking losers!"

"Honey, you're missing the point. Rod and Bethany aren't losers. They're solitary souls, without confidence or social skills. STRIP is going to fix those problems. And as for you? You're smart and sociable and sexy-" Dick bit his lip. That last adjective was unnecessary. "I mean, you have self confidence, to dance and cheer in front of the crowds. People love you. You already have what the STRIPpers need." STRIPpers sounded weird, but after all, they were going to be undressing. Dick wondered if the acronym or the words came first.

"Well, maybe Bethany was a good choice. I've tried my best to help her out. You know, give her advice. Introduce her around. But it never clicks."

"Maybe, after STRIP, your assistance will get better results."

"I hope so. But she's scared shitless." She put her hand over her mouth. "Sorry. She's scared to death, with just the idea of taking her clothes off in front of other students. Her patents are so strict. They're going to flip out. Why, I've only seen her naked a few times, and we're best friends."

Dick was curious under what circumstances Penny had seen Bethany naked but decided not to ask. It was probably when Bethany slept over and they were changing into pajamas. Bethany had always been an enigma to Dad. Pretty in an enticing, exotic way but extremely shy. "From my brief interactions with her, I'm not surprised she was picked."

"I just hope she and Rod are in different groups. The idea of Rod seeing Bethany naked, and doing stuff! Yuuuck!"

"It's all very closely supervised. And real sex is explicitly forbidden. The only stuff students will be allowed is what they'd probably do on dates anyway." Penny's face turned red. "I didn't mean you, sweetie."

"Thanks." Penny clasped her hands and forced them into her crotch. "I feel kind of left out, you know?" 

"Don't be. You're the kind of person STRIP is trying to turn these others into. You're a roll model."

"Really?" Penny sat up straight, chest out. Dick thought he saw nipples poking at the front of her blouse, hard from the cool air? 

"Oh yes!" Dad struggled to repress sexual thoughts about Penny. "Don't be too hard on your brother." Dick's cock throbbed in his pants. "He'll need all of our help to pass STRIP." Dick thought about Cassi's help. Rod wouldn't practice with Penny, would he? Nah, they didn't get along well enough for that to happen, despite them sharing a room. 

Dick pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door. Cassi's minivan was parked on the left. After Dick turned off the engine, Penny grabbed her backpack and bolted from the passenger seat, her short skirt flying up, and her cheerleading panties in full view. Or were they her regular panties? Both were white.

In the family room, Cassi was sitting on the futon, paging through one of her fashion magazines. She had subscriptions to at least half a dozen, with issues scattered all around the house. Rod was nowhere in sight. Dick wondered how Rod's training had gone, but didn't press. Instead, he followed Penny to the front entry table. Penny finished checking for mail addressed to her and took a couple of envelopes. Dick let his briefcase and jacket hit the floor and then dawdled, watching Penny take the stairs two at a time, her ass shaking, her skirt swishing to and fro, her panties blinking in and out of view. In a moment, she'd be shedding her cheerleader outfit. Dick struggled to take his mind off his daughter, especially in any state of undress, and sauntered back towards Cassi. "Where's Rod?"

"In his room."

In that case, Penny probably wasn't undressing in front of her brother. "So, how did things go."

Cassi didn't raise her face from the periodical. "Fine. I prepared Rod, just like you wanted."

Dick strolled over, put his hand on Cassi's shoulder and bent over to kiss her. She deserved it, for leaving her comfort zone. She kept her head down, focused on the article. She'd done what he asked, but obviously wasn't happy about it. Only her forehead was available, so he kissed her there. His hand crept lower, slow enough for Cassi to intercept it and toss it aside. "Not now."

Dick hoped that Cassi still had some sexual energy. He was horny as the dickens after seeing his wife touch his son's cock, and after having his first lascivious thoughts about his daughter.

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Penny liked when the crowds watched her kick up her legs and shake her body. She'd felt her dad's stare as she ran upstairs, putting extra energy into a special show, shaking her hips and wiggling her ass.

Penny popped into her room. Hers and Rod's. With only three bedrooms and their folks sharing one as an office, she and her stepbrother were forced to share. When they were younger, that wasn't a problem. But now Penny was a young woman who deserved privacy. She figured Rod needed some too, especially if he was going to do guy stuff like masturbate. Certainly he wouldn't do such things in front of her. She was always discreet.

Rod was laying in his twin bed along a wall decorated with science fiction posters and a large photo of Bobby Fischer. He gently thumbed pages of a comic book. Penny put her backpack on her desk next to her bed, under a wall covered in cork squares, each one filled with photos and awards and letters of commendation. 

Rod wasn't playing any music and was uncharacteristically quiet. She broke the silence. "What's up, bro?"

"Nothing "

Which meant 'something." She crossed the invisible boundary between her side and his. ÊÊThe STRIP brochure was still on his desk. Ê"So, Dad told me you got picked for this."

Rod didn't lift his face. "Yeah. So what?"

"The what is, everybody's talking about STRIP and nothing else. You're right in the middle of the action, bro. Did you know that Bethany was chosen?"

Rod looked up. "She was?"

"Yes. And if you two end up naked, near each other, you be nice to her!"

Rod sat up, legs crossed. The comic book fell to the floor, joining a dozen others. "Do you think I could be mean to anybody, especially Bethany?"

"No, you're a pussycat. ÊYou're both so lucky." Penny sat down on Rod's bed. "I wish I had been picked."

"You? Every game, you're out there in your sweater and miniskirt, throwing your body around, showing off. You've got more self-confidence than anybody. Me, I can't say two words to a girl without stuttering or running off in shame."

Penny patted Rod's hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so used to teasing you-" Penny glanced at Rod's groin. "So, are you ready?"

"I think so. I guess. I had a little coaching." Rod's face turned pink.

"Really? ÊFrom who? ÊIt was Bethany, right? She told me she had the hots for you."

Rod's eyes went wide. "She does? You'd never know it by the way she acts. Nah, I'd never have the courage to do anything with Bethany."

Penny was completely curious about who'd given Rod pointers about being naked with classmates.

Cassi poked her head around the door. "Hey, dinner is almost ready. You guys joining us tonight?"

Rod's ears turned red. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Yeah, me too," said Penny.

"Okay, well, don't wait too long. It tastes better hot. You need your strength. And Penny, give your brother some space."

Penny looked at the empty doorway and then at Rod. "What did Mom mean by that?"

Rod shrugged. "Maybe she's never seen us in the same bed before."

Penny bolted upright. "We weren't in bed. We were just talking."

Rod stood up and stepped on the scattered comics. "I'm going to wash up and go down."

Penny plopped down on her bed. Something was going on, but her intuition was failing.

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Dinner was like a silent movie. Dad kept trying to engage his kids on school and their hobbies, but all he got were one-word answers. Penny wouldn't say anything about cheerleading, and Rod practically ignored his father's questions about an upcoming 3D science fiction movie. Cassi was likewise silent, and somber. Perhaps preparing Rod by touching and sucking had driven her into this emotional depression. Dick was confident that a ride in the sack would snap her out of it, and give him the release he needed.

When the TV got turned off and they prepared for bed, Dick shot an extra dash of cologne on his chest, the kind that Cassi couldn't resist. Except she had gone straight to bed while he was cleaning up, and seemed to have fallen asleep. Dick's cock throbbed, anticipating their nightly fucking session. It was almost painful to let his erection go down naturally, without the usual stimulation between Cassi's legs.

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On Saturday and Sunday, the family members went their separate ways. 

Dick played golf with his boss and some new clients, with whom they'd just signed a huge contract. Dick would be project manager, the focal point for all successes and failures. He spent Sunday in the office, getting ready for the Monday kick-off meeting, which he would facilitate. His mind was preoccupied with the extra responsibilities and working odd shifts, which helped him ignore that he and Cassi hadn't had sex since Rod's coaching on Friday.

Cassi donated her time to a charity group, making craft projects that would be sold in local stores. In the evenings, she played cards with her female friends. One of them, Bethany's mother, brought up the topic of STRIP. She was outraged that the school would allow such activities, and mentioned that her husband, a layer, was trying for an injunction to stop the whole thing. When Bethany's mother asked the other women about it, Cassi volunteered that her son Rod had also been selected, but then dummied up. She hoped her face didn't turn too red.

Penny spent the weekend at cheerleading practices, in preparation for regionals. All of the other cheerleaders were distracted, talking about how all of the school's attention was on STRIP, which started the next Monday. Routines that had been perfected over the years were blown. Batons were dropped and pompoms flew from sweaty hands. The coach was furious.

Rod attended a Star Trek marathon all weekend at a friend's house. When his buddies pestered him with questions about STRIP, it was difficult for him to keep the secret of his mother's coaching, but he did. Every time one of Kirk's sexy assistants came by with a tablet computer for him to sign, Rod got an erection. Keeping bowls of popcorn and potato chips in his lap kept his secret safe. God, he was horny.

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On Sunday night, Rod and Penny dressed for bed. Despite all of their bickering, two traditions held for the pair: first, their beds always had matching sheets, and second, Rod wore his pajama bottoms and Penny wore his top. The latter was a tradition imposed by their parents, as a way to make them feel like brother and sister as opposed to stepsiblings. Rod rolled back and forth, unable to find a comfortable position. Their matching desk lamps illuminated their room.

"Penny?"

She rolled to her side. Her legs were long and bare. "Yeah."

"How does it feel when you're on the sidelines, dancing and doing all of those routines? Aren't you ever self-conscious?"

"You're worried about the STRIP program on Monday, aren't you?" She bent one knee, exposing her panties. The lamp cast a shadow of her breasts towards her stomach.

"Of course I am. Taking my clothes off in front of my classmates. Wouldn't you be nervous?"

"Don't tell anybody, but sometimes in the middle of performing a routine, I picture myself naked."

"Really?" Rod prayed for Penny to unbutton his top and expose some cleavage, but her arm remained at her side.

"Yes. And sometimes I pretend the students in the bleachers are naked."

"Does that get you, you know, horny?" Rod's cock was stiffening. What if Penny noticed?

"It must be in our DNA. You hear Mom and Dad going at it every night, right? Well, I get horny a lot, especially when they're noisy."

"So what do you do about it? You're not seeing anybody, at least that I know of."

"Nah, most of the guys in school would drop their pants for me if I just hinted. Hell, they'd do it for any cheerleader, not just me. That's the problem. I want my first sex with a guy to be meaningful. But the urge gets pretty strong sometimes, that's for sure."

"Me too. I use my hand. So, what, you use your fingers?"

"No, I've got something even better." Penny got on her knees and bent over to fetch something from between her bed and the wall. The pajama top rode up, Penny's round ass tightly packed into her thin panties. She turned back and held up a short purple plastic penis. "Bethany and I bought matching ones at the adult book store. You know, the one along the 'L' tracks downtown?"

Rod's cock was longer than that when he was half-erect. "And how does it feel?"

"How do you think, numb-nuts? How does it feel when you jack off?"

Rod's voice dropped. "Pretty damn good." Not as good as when he plunged into his mother's vagina. "So when do you-"

"In the shower sometimes." Penny sat up, legs crossed. There was a dark shadow between her thighs, so Rod couldn't see Penny's panties form-fit across her pussy. 

"Me too! It's the only place a person can get any privacy."

"And sometimes in bed." Penny aimed the plastic penis at her crotch. 

Rod wanted to shove his hand into his pajamas and stroke himself to Penny's show. "When I'm here?"

"After you're asleep." Penny's hand moved back and forth. She was touching her privates with the plastic prick.

"Or you think I'm asleep. I hear you sometimes, moaning. Do you want to? I mean, now?"

"Are you kidding?" Penny took the plastic penis in both hands and drove it deep into the dark recess between her thighs. "Oh God, talking about this stuff has me so horny."

"Me too. So you'll use your thingy and I'll use my hand?"

"I can't believe we're going to do this." Penny came up on her knees. "But we have to stay in our own beds. Promise."

Rod had already promised Mom that he wouldn't have sex with his sister. But the urge to touch her was quite strong. "Okay, I guess. Even if the other person asks?"

"No. We can't be doing that. This is just about providing each other audio and visual stimulation."

Rod shucked off his pajama bottoms, to give Penny some of that visual stimulation. He was fully erect, his cock throbbing in anticipation of some physical reward. "How's this? Does this make you hornier?"

Penny stopped touching herself. "God! You're huge."

The words came out too easy. "Mom says Dad and I are about the same size."




STRIP Ch. 02



Penny glared at her brother, her fists at her waist. "And how would she know?"

Rod had broken through in his conversation with Penny. Lying now would ruin the progress they'd made. "Dad had her do some stuff with me. You know, to coach me on what I'll be doing with female classmates."

"Oh my God! Mom touched you?"

"Uh huh. And put her mouth on it."

"Shit! Mom gave you a blowjob! And Dad set this up?"

"Yep. Told me I needed to be prepared for when I had to do it at school."

Penny sat back on her haunches, her thighs apart. "That's amazing!"

"Yes, it was!" Rod's cock waved back and forth. "So, are we going to, you know, get our rocks off?"

"Okay. You just stay over there." Penny unbuttoned her pajama top and slid it off. Her breasts were round and full, with perky nipples.

"Damn, sis! Your tits! They're huge!"

"Not really. Did you see Mom's breasts?"

Rod had done a lot more than look. He'd sucked them and gotten Mom so revved up that she invited him to fuck her. "Oh, yeah, she pulled up her top so I could see what they looked like."

Penny cupped hers, as if to offer them to her brother. "Well, in comparison, mine probably seem a lot bigger."

Rod finally put his hand on his cock. "Oh yeah! A lot bigger. How do they feel?" Rod stood up.

"Stay back. You promised." Penny stared at Rod's erection. "God, does that hurt?"

"Nope, it feels good." Rod laid down on his side, one knee raised, facing his sister. As he stroked his cock, his hips humped. 

Penny slipped her panties off and then took the corresponding position, facing her brother. One hand supported her head, the other probed her pussy with the plastic penis. "Oh God, I never thought I'd be doing this in front of anybody."

Rod couldn't see her pussy, only the in and out movement in the vicinity of her crotch. "You are so hot!"

Penny laid back and plunged the plastic penis with both hands, slow, deep strokes. Her breasts heaved with each insertion. She kept her head turned, watching Rod's masturbation. "Mmmmm. Your cock is amazing, big brother."

"I'm pretending that I'm inside you, that we're having sex." Rod tried to match his strokes with Penny's pace. Why wasn't she speeding up? Sex with Mom was best when they humped furiously.

"Would you want to do that? With me?"

"Oh yes, more than anything! You're incredibly sexy." Rod stopped stroking. "But I promised Mom I'd never do that."

Penny kept plunging. "That was a smart thing for Mom to say. Oh God, this is going to be one of the best orgasms I've ever had."

Rod's frustration grew. A beautiful woman was fucking herself a few feet away, and he was forced to keep his distance. But there was no moat, no electrified fence. Rod leapt from his bed and plopped down next to Penny.

"What are you doing? You promised!" Penny's hands went to Rod's chest, to push him away.

Rod laid down next to his sister, took hold of the plastic penis and drilled his sister, with fast and furious attacks. He could hear her juices foaming. "You were playing with yourself, but you weren't fucking." He repositioned his hand on the plastic penis and drove it home, his fingertips grazing Penny's labia. "This is fucking."

Penny's hips bounced on the bed. "Oh shit! You're fucking me! Oh Rod!" She grabbed at his cock. "Your penis is so hot. Oh, soft and hard at the same time." Her fingers caressed the real-life version of her toy. "It feels so good! Don't stop!"

"Let's try to cum together. That would be awesome." Rod lifted his free hand and placed it on one of Penny's breasts. The nipple was hard against his palm. He rotated his hand, lightly grabbing at the fleshy mass.

"Who said you could touch my tits?" Penny tugged at Rod's cock and leaned closer. "Be gentle." Their lips touched. Then her lips opened.

Rod startled when Penny's tongue touched his. It was like she was fucking him with her tongue while he assaulted her pussy with the plastic penis. He gasped for air. "Wow, you're a great kisser!"

"And you're a great fuck. Oh God. I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

Rod pushed his cock against Penny's loose fists, the head thumping the ridges of her fingers. "Me too!"

Rod felt strong resistance as Penny clamped down on the plastic penis, her hips elevated, her face red. Penny pounded Rod's prick with forceful slides. His hips jerked against the exquisite friction. With one last thrust, sperm shot from his cock onto Penny's belly.

"Oh Rod! That was awesome! I've never felt so good." She toyed with the goop on her belly. "Wow, its warm."

"It was great for me too. God, you're so hot!" He bent down and sucked at one of Penny's nipples.

Penny pushed his shoulders back. "Whoa, boy. We've done enough for one night. I've got to get cleaned up, and we both need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." Rod got out of the way. Penny opened their door a crack and peeked through. "Coast is clear." Naked, she skittered across the hall to the bathroom.

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Dick leaned away from his kids' bedroom door. His cock was hard, from lack of sex and the show he'd overheard. "Shit, what have I done?" he thought. "Cassi got Rod all juiced up about sex, and he ends up fucking his sister." The voices inside the room went silent. Dick heard footsteps. He staggered down the hall, through his bedroom to the master bathroom. It only took a few strokes and Dick's jizz splattered into the toilet bowl. Confused and exhausted, he slipped under the covers and curled up. He needed to focus on his new project, not sex.

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Cassi woke up early, ready for sex. Dick was still sound asleep, so she washed up and dressed in a thin blouse with no bra, a pleated skirt that would make access easy, and her red silk panties, Dick's favorite, a gift from a previous Valentine's Day. She went downstairs to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, which she hoped would get cold while Dick fucked her. They'd done it once on the kitchen island, but that was when the kids were away at camp.

Footsteps on the stairs were too light to be Dick. Cassi expected that Rod had left for school earlier, anxious for his first day of STRIP activities. Penny turned the corner. "Hi, sweetheart. Want some breakfast?" Cassi asked. She hoped Penny would refuse so she and Dick could be alone.

Penny was alert and glowing. She grabbed a piece of toast from a plate. "No time. Regionals are next week and we suck, so we're practicing extra. I'll be home late." She vanished through the front door.

Cassi breathed a sigh of relief. Dick's footsteps were unmistakable, plodding like horses down the stairs. He swiveled his head like a lighthouse beacon. "Have you seen my briefcase?"

"Next to the back door, where you left it yesterday. Do you have a few minutes?" Cassi moved directly in front of Dick and put one arm around him. She puckered, ready to deliver a kiss that would curl Dick's toes.

"Yes, and I have something alarming to tell you. Last night, Rod and Penny had sex!"

Cassi pulled her face back but kept her body in contact with her husband. "That's impossible. Rod promised not to."

"Not based on what I heard." Dick pulled free, grabbed a piece of toast and took a bite. His eyebrows dipped. "How did that come up with Rod, in the first place? I mean, why would Rod say that?"

Cassi groped for an explanation that didn't include swapping sex with her for that promise. "When I coached him, he got really horny. I told him he had to follow the rules of the program, but that didn't mean he could violate the rules here at home."

Dick nodded. "Good advice! Listen, my big opportunity starts today." Dick gulped orange juice from a glass on the counter. "I told you about the new client, right? If I pull this off, I'll get a promotion for sure."

Cassi wanted Dick to pull off her clothes and ravage her, but he was completely distracted. She could have been naked and he wouldn't have noticed. Cassi turned her attention to Dick's claim. "Just what did you hear last night?"

"Ask Rod yourself. He's upstairs, getting ready for school."

"You mean he's still here?" No way Dick would have had spontaneous sex with Rod around.

"Yes, and I've got to go. See you whenever." Dick tossed the remnants of the piece of toast on the counter and left through the garage.

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Rod looked in the full length mirror, trying to decide if the jeans and t-shirt he picked were right for the first day of STRIP. Then it dawned on him - he'd be taking his clothes off, so what did it matter?

Rod was still smiling when his mother burst into the room. God, she was dressed like a hottie. Her nipples played peek-a-boo through the sheer blouse, and the short pleated skirt showed off the length of her toned legs. It was almost as short as Penny's cheerleader skirts. 

Cassi raised her hand, as if she was preparing to slap her son. Rod shut his eyes and winced, preparing for the impact.

Instead, he heard whimpering. When he opened his eyes, his mother was weeping, her face in her hands. "It's all my fault. I never should have gone that far. You couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Rod stepped forward and put his arms around his mother to comfort her. "What's the matter, Mom? Help myself to what?"

Her face was buried against his shoulder. "Your father told me he heard you and Penny, having sex last night. That was so wrong! And I trusted you."

Rod pulled his mother back so he could see her face. "We didn't. I mean, we played around some, but nothing like you and I did. I helped her use a plastic penis, and she gave me a hand job. But I didn't go down on her, she didn't suck me, and we certainly didn't do the big thing." He wiped tear tracks from her cheek with the tip of his finger. Just thinking about what he and his mother had done got him erect.

"Penny has a dildo?" Cassi stared at Rod. "You didn't, did you? Oh thank God!" She hugged her son, full body contact.

Rod held her close, pressing her against him. One hand slipped low, grasping one buttock. "Mom, all of the STRIP folks are meeting together in about an hour. And because of your help, I know I'm going to be successful." She startled a bit when he kissed her, but didn't complain. It was a warm kiss that escalated to a passionate one. "I'm going to follow the rules, just like the brochure says. No sex with other students. But you're right, I'm really horny. Maybe you could coach me a little, before I leave?" He fondled both buttocks.

"I told you, that was a one time thing." Cassi pushed away and turned her back on her son. But Rod was quick, and closed his arms around his mother's waist before she could escape. He pulled her against him, his erection making a dent in her skirt. One hand snaked upwards, cupping his mother's small breast. Her pointy nipple gave her away. She was as turned on as he was. "Rod, please don't."

"Are you sure?" His other hand slid down, past her belly, up her thigh. Her panties were smooth and slippery, not like the cotton bikinis she'd worn the last time. He slipped a finger inside. Bingo! She was wet! "It feels like you want to."

"What I wanted was to have sex with your father. We haven't made love in three days. I wore this blouse and skirt, even the red Valentine's Day panties he bought for me. But no, he was in a hurry to get to work. His big project!"

His mother was ready for sex, and so was he. "I'm not in any hurry. And I have a big projectile that I know would satisfy you. You're so wet, you're going to ruin those panties." Rod tugged at the material, slipping them down over one hip. "Come on, you don't want to stain them, do you?"

Cassi reached under her skirt and slid the shiny red briefs down her legs. Meanwhile, Rod unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out. As the panties reached her ankles, Rod pulled up the back of her skirt and moved forward, aiming his cock at the gap between her thighs. "Rod! What are you doing?"

"It's small compensation, compared to what you gave up to prepare me for today."

"Your penis is no small thing. God knows, it felt even better than your father, but you can never tell him. What am I saying?"

"Only you get me this excited." It was a fib, because Penny had gotten Rod just as worked up, maybe more. Rod sawed his cock back and forth. He felt his mother's moisture painting the length of his cock. "This is a win-win. We can satisfy each other. And this can be the last time, if you want."

"Oh God help me, but I want. I want you to fuck me." Cassi knelt on Penny's bed, on all fours, her thighs spread. "Come on, before I change my mind. Fill me with your big cock."

Rod took up his position, lined his penis up with his mother's pussy and slammed it in.

"Ooooh God! You like it rough, don't you? Well, so do I! Don't stop now, big talker."

Rod pulled almost all the way out and then thrust his whole length in again, repeating the onslaught. "God, sex is so good. If we weren't doing this, I don't know if I'd have the willpower to keep from fucking my classmates."

"Don't you dare. STRIP is all foreplay, the part we just skipped. If the urge for sex becomes too much, then come to Mommy."

"You mean, we can do this again?" Rod's balls had risen. He was going to deliver a load inside his Mom. And this wouldn't be the last time. Rod felt relief that he wouldn't have to break the STRIP rules. He could just come home and cum in his mother. Assuming his father and sister weren't around.

"Yes, oh yes. You can always use me for relief. Why, I'll be protecting your female classmates. This is a public service I'm performing. Oh Rod, hurry! You can't be late for your first day of STRIP."

"Then I'd better- oh- ugggg- oh, I'm- ugggg" With a spasm of his hips, Rod shot his load. Because his mother had reminded him not to be late, he pulled out quickly. Sperm dripped from his mother's cunt onto Penny's sheets. "Oops, we made a mess."

Cassi looked between her legs at the wet spot. "That's all right. I'll just throw Penny's sheets in my next wash load. Now clean your self off and get to school."

Rod ran to the bathroom, cock at half-mast. His mother had taken the edge off. He'd still get an erection from seeing and touching his female counterparts. That would be expected. But maybe his urge to fuck them would be a bit less.

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STRIP Ch. 03



Chapter Three - Boosting Bethany

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is Chapter Three of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

In Chapter Two, Rod spills part of the beans and a load of semen with Penny, who learns that their mother played around with Rod. Rod keeps the fact that they had sex secret, but just barely. Dick overhears Penny and Rod's sexual playing and believes they've gone all the way. On the first day of STRIP before her son leaves for school, Cassi confronts Rod about what Dick heard. Rod swears they only played around by touching, and then coaxes his horny mother into a second coupling. 

This chapter picks up that evening.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Rod strutted into the house, head held high. His first day of STRIP was more successful than he's ever imagined, and it was all due to practicing with his mother, which gave him the confidence he needed. The program administrators checked their records twice, since Rod's behavior patterns didn't seem to match those of a student needing STRIP. In practice, his demeanor earned him quite a reputation. He would have been home earlier, but when he walked past the practice field, all of the cheerleaders except one ran to the chain link fence and called out to him to stop and chat. Their coach was not pleased. 

A note on the kitchen counter read:

Rod and Penny,

I'm at a charity auction this evening. Dad seems to be chained to his new project. There are leftovers in the fridge. DO YOUR HOMEWORK!

Love,

Mom

Rod was glad Dad was distracted by his big project. He winced at the thought of facing his father after having sex with his mother twice, let alone what Dad thought about what he'd done with Penny. The more time Dad spent at work, the better.

Penny dragged in just as Rod put the note down. Her shoulders drooped, and a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail waved against her cheek. "You are an ass!"

"Huh?"

"You disrupted our practice, or didn't you notice?" Penny's fists were on her hips. 

In her cheerleader sweater and skirt, she reminded Rod of SuperGirl. "I was just walking home. It's not like I asked them to pay attention."

"You don't know the half of it, although maybe I shouldn't tell you. Your head is already three sizes too big."

"Go ahead." Rod folded his arms across his chest. "I can take it."

"Seems like the whole school is buzzing about you. And since none of the cheerleaders are in STRIP, they pestered me for details. Were you seeing anybody? What it was like to live with you? Hell, some asked if I'd seen you naked up close."

"And you told them?"

"What do you think? I disavowed everything. I even lied about us sharing a room."

"As much for your reputation as mine. If they learned one of the prettiest girls in school was doing it with a plastic penis-"

"Well, I could tell them about you and Mom." Penny's hands flew to her mouth. "No, oh please, I'm sorry! I could never do that."

Rod grunted. "Mom left a note. She's at some auction and Dad's working late again. There are leftovers in the fridge. You hungry?"

"More for details about your day than food, but let's make plates and go upstairs."

Rod dished out lasagna and reheated it while Penny toasted some bread and slathered it with garlic butter. They took their individual plates and cans of soda upstairs to their shared room.

Penny chewed and swallowed a bite of lasagna. "You know, no matter what we do, we seem to be getting worse instead of better. I think Coach Flynn is going to disband the group altogether."

"She won't do that. You girls made it to the semis last year, and everybody is still on the squad. What's different?"

"We didn't have the distraction of STRIP last year." Penny crunched into the bread.

Rod stabbed a forkful and raised it to his mouth. "But we don't parade around the school naked, so how can we be disruptive?" The lasagna fell back onto his plate.

"See, that's just the point. Us normal kids, we're out of the loop. You and the others, like Bethany, you're off in a restricted space, doing who knows what."

"You want details? I've got a copy of the brochure." Rod looked around. "I must have left my backpack downstairs."

"Don't bother. After school, Bethany told me what she was asked to do."

"Probably the same as me. Get undressed, get paired up with a partner, and touch each other." Rod's cock was hard, from the retelling and the memory of fondling his sister. "So, how did she like it?"

"She didn't. She stuck to her guns and said no, just like her parents told her."

"To everything?"

"Well, she told me she stripped down to a leotard over her bra and panties, but that's all. The STRIP counselor was really pissed, and so was her partner for the exercises. So, how was your experience?"

"Really good. The girl, we aren't supposed to use names outside of our sessions, she and I did a lot of foreplay. Kind of like what you and I did."

"And you and Mom, evidently."

"Yeah." But not the whole thing.

Penny rubbed her hand on the sheets, and glanced over at Rod's bed. "My sheets have been changed. They don't match yours. What happened?"

"There was kind of an accident."

"What? Were you eating on my bed? Bad enough you make a mess of your side of the room."

"It was more like a spill."

"Of what?"

Rod took a deep breath. It was okay to tell his sister the truth, right? He just had to tell somebody. "Mom and I had sex on your bed, and some of my semen leaked out."

Penny jumped to her feet. "You what?" She marched back and forth, flailing her arms. "You fucked Mom? How could you?"

"You have no idea how hot she is. And needy. Sexier than almost any of the female students."

"Mom gets plenty from Dad. You've heard them going at it."

Rod had memories of the grunting and moaning and groaning and the occasional holler. "But not lately."

"You said sexier than almost any, huh? So who's hotter?"

"Well, you can't tell her, but I'd say Bethany."

"Oh man! You've got the hots for my best friend? What a clichŽ! She told me she's in a different STRIP section than you, so she hasn't seen you undressed, right? Or vise versa?"

"With those eyes and those lips, I don't care what the rest of her looks like."

"Let me get this straight. Bethany is hotter than Mom, even though you've never seen Bethany undressed and you've had sex with Mom?"

"Yeah, that's right, just the thought of Bethany, fully clothed, gets me stiff." Rod swallowed hard. "But so do you."

"Me? You're just saying that so I'm-"

"Oh yeah! Last night, you felt me, I was so hard-"

"Prove it."

"Now?" Rod looked down at his plate. "But we're eating."

"Last night, you got me hornier and more satisfied that I've ever been. Right now, I want you to show me what you've done with Mom. Everything."

"Well, okay. Except, she made me promise not to have sex with you, and I won't."

"You flew across the room the other night and practically raped me with my dildo. And that was after you promised you'd stay on your side."

"That's different."

"Sounds the same to me. Anyway, where did you start with Mom?"

Rod stood up and put his plate on his desk. "Dad told me to undress, waist down."

"Dad was there?"

"In the beginning, but then he left to pick you up and things just kind of progressed."

"Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves. What happened next?"

"She played with my penis."

Penny ditched her plate as well. "Like this?" Penny stroked Rod's cock, just like she had before, but slower, more deliberate.

"Yeah, like that. And Dad had me touch between her legs."

"With her panties on?"

"Yeah. Until he left, and then she took them off."

"I'll save you the extra step." Penny dropped her skirt and slipped off her panties, more like a thong. Rod felt for her smooth vaginal area. Penny was moist, so he probed a bit with one finger, then two. "Ooh, your fingers feel good. Then what?"

"She sucked me. Not all of it, cause she gagged."

Penny took Rod's cock in her mouth and opened her throat. Rod's cock made it halfway down, once. "That's not so hard. I mean, difficult."

"And then I put my face between her legs." Rod moved forward, anxious to taste his sister's pussy. It would provide an opportunity for comparison, with his Mother, and tomorrow, with one of his female classmates.

"Tell you what? Let's get into 'sixty-nine' position."

"What's that?"

"Head to foot. Then we can do each other at the same time. Here, lay down." Penny climbed on top, her open thighs above Rod's face. She kissed his dick. "So, go on. Show me what you did with Mom."

"You'll have to lower your hips."

Penny accommodated Rod's request. He slipped his tongue between the labia. Penny was moist. He kissed her pussy, open mouth. 

"That's nice." She bucked her hips. "So, is this what you did at school?"

"Oh no. Nothing as intimate as this. Just kissing and fondling. But it was only the first day."

"So how did you get a reputation so quickly?"

"I don't know. I just didn't hesitate. When the mentor told me to do something, I did it. And the girls seemed to like it pretty well. They smiled after I kissed them, and they liked when I reached up for their breasts." Rod snuck his hand along Penny's sides and filled his hands with Penny's perfect tits. "Kind of like this." He rubbed his palms against her nipples.

"Oh God. That is so, so, well, so hot. No wonder the girls liked you so much."

Penny spun around under Rod. They faced each other, his cock bouncing against her thighs. "So, what else did you and Mom do?"

"I told her about defending her honor when one of my classmates said nasty stuff about her. She pulled me close and called me her hero. I didn't get it then, but she was rubbing my penis against her vagina. Boy, was she slippery. With no effort at all, she wedged me in. And then, boom, suddenly I was balls deep inside."

Penny rubbed Rod's cock against her vagina. "Like this?"

Rod jerked away. "Oh no you don't! I promised Mom that we wouldn't."

"But I'm so horny. Please?"

"We can do what we did last night. That was hot, right? Where's your purple pretend penis?"

"My dildo?" She leaned to one side and pulled it from the wall side of her bed. "Here it is. So are you going to masturbate me again?"

"Sure, if it'll help."

Penny's eyes went wide. "I know what we can do. Wait here."

Rod laid back and stroked his cock. Mom wouldn't know if he and Penny had sex. Oh, but he would, and he couldn't live with that deception. Hell, how would he ever face this father?

Penny returned with a roll of duct tape.

"You're not going to tie me down, are you?"

"Nope. Here, are you fully hard?" She stroked him couple of times. "Seems hard to me."

"Oh yeah. This is about as hard as I get."

"Good." Penny ripped off a couple of pieces of duct tape, placed the dildo along the underside of Rod's erection, and secured the plastic penis to Rod's very real one. "There. Now you can pretend to fuck me, using the dildo."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and this will leave your hands free for, oh, whatever comes to mind." She pulled off her sweater, flung her bra on the floor and laid back on her bed. "Did Mom take her top off?"

"Yeah, near the end. God, she has sensitive nipples." Rod knelt between Penny's open thighs and positioned the dildo for entry. "Can you aim it? I don't want to puncture you."

"Oh, you won't." Penny put the dildo just inside her labia. "Now, lean forward."

The plastic penis slid in easily. No surprise, given how Rod had pummeled her pussy the night before. He rocked forward and back, getting deeper each time. In just a few strokes, he'd gotten the dildo as far in as possible. The head of his prick was jabbing at the mound just above Penny's pussy.

"Oh God! Your cock is bumping my clit."

"It is? How does it feel?" Rod could feel the upper area of labia spread with the pressure of his cock. 

"You'd better not stop."

Rod palmed one of Penny's breasts as he thrust his hips. He used the memory of fucking his Mother to govern his behavior. After all, he'd gotten his Mother off. This was different, because it wasn't his cock inside his sister, just a plastic replica. But bumping against her clitoris? That was a stroke of good fortune. Rod's cock seemed to get even harder as it assaulted her groin. The head was quite sensitive, and tingled, just as it had when he'd shot sperm into his mother. "Penny, I think I'm gonna-"

"Do it! Don't stop, just fuck me. Ohhh!"

Rod pushed the plastic cock all the way in and nestled the head of his cock against Penny's spread labia. He wiggled and pressed, enjoying the friction. He thought he could feel her clit pressing against his penis opening, as if she was fucking him. "Oh man, oh man, oh yes, I'm gonna-Ó His cock head blossomed, and cum spurted onto Penny's open labia. Rod pulled back, the plastic penis leaving Penny's vaginal opening a well for Rod's semen. "God, that was awesome."

"Fucking me with that cock of yours would have been even better. Now you go do the dishes while I clean up."

"Nope. You clean me up first, and then I'll do the dishes."

Penny ripped the duct tape off Rod's prick. 

"Oww!"

"I'll kiss it and make it better." Penny bent down and licked the dribbles of cum off his cock. It throbbed, resuming its erect stature. "Show-off!" She gathered her clothes and crossed the hall to the bathroom to wash herself off.

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As Penny used a washcloth on the opening to her vagina, she thought about Rod's exploits with their mother. The words their parents shared with their two kids on their wedding day echoed in her head. "There will be no favoritism in this house. You'll both be treated with the same love and respect. Even Steven." So, if Rod could have sex with Mom, then I should be able to have sex with Dad, thought Penny. That's Even Steven, right? I wonder if I can get him to agree?

She marched downstairs wrapped in a bath towel. Rod was washing their dishes, naked. "That STRIP program has changed you."

"Yep. I'm not shy any more." His cock waved as he sponged off a plate.

The phone rang, and Penny answered it. "Hello?"

"Oh Penny, I don't know what to do." It was Bethany, with panic in her voice. "What's the matter?"

Bethany's voice was a whisper. "The mentor from STRIP sent home a note saying that I wasn't participating. My folks went ballistic. But it was their direction that caused me not to cooperate. So no matter what I do, I'm wrong. Oh God, this is driving me crazy." Bethany sobbed into the receiver.

"Take a deep breath and calm down." Penny glanced at Rod, his self-assured penis still semi-erect. "I'll take care of everything. Take Rod home with you tomorrow after school. Your folks will still be at work, right?'

"Uh huh."

"Just trust me. It'll all work out. Later." Penny hung up.

Penny crossed the kitchen to join her brother at the sink. "Can you do me a favor?" Penny's hand found its way to Rod's cock. She gave it a squeeze. 

His prick nodded. "If you mean have sex with you-"

"No, although you know I'd like to." Penny leaned forward and frenched her brother. "I'd like you to help Bethany out. You know, give her some coaching."

"You must be kidding! Getting my hands on Bethany, even with her clothes on, would be like a dream come true! Of course I will."

She dropped her towel and stood close to her brother. "But not like what you and Mom did."

"You mean, no sex." Rod faced his sister, held her close and cupped her ass.

Penny adjusted Rod's cock so it pointed at the gap between her thighs. "Precisely! She really likes you, and from what she told me on the phone, she's in jeopardy of failing the STRIP program. Maybe you can get her comfortable doing some of that foreplay stuff, so she'll pass." 

"Don't worry about the sex thing. STRIP prohibits it among students." Rod rocked back and forth, his cock skimming Penny's labia. "But are you sure she'll even want to be alone with me?"

"Just don't make any plans for tomorrow after school." Penny kissed Rod hard and squeezed her thighs together, trapping his cock for an instant. "And treat her right, okay?" And with that, Penny scooped her towel from the floor and ran upstairs.

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Dick was glad he'd prepared for his new project over the weekend because his marathon sessions on Monday and Tuesday had left him distracted. When his boss and the supplier played golf, all of them had been guys. Even the caddies had been male college students. But the primary workers that Dick met with every day were two women. Given Dick's horny nature and Cassi's unavailability and unwillingness, it didn't take much to get him erect or throw him into a daydream fantasy. 

On Wednesday Gwen the vendor project leader wore a scoop neck blouse that billowed away from her chest every time she leaned over to show Dick some details on the project schedules and specifications. What Dick focused on was her cleavage, a valley between two breasts that reminded Dick of his visit to the Grand Canyon. And when Gwen stood up straight and pushed her shoulder back, her tits made Cassi's look like mosquito bites. 

Bridget, the other vendor rep, was shorter than Gwen but even chestier. Her blouses strained, the buttons almost popping off. She made the casual comment, "Thank God it's Hump Day." 

Dick imagined throwing Bridget onto the conference room table, ripping off her clothes and forcing himself into her.

"Uh, Dick, what's your team's status?" asked Gwen.

Dick wiped perspiration from his upper lip. He remained seated to present instead of standing. The last thing he wanted was to showing off the erection that tented his pants. How unprofessional!

"Are you all right?" asked Gwen.

Bridget touched his forehead. "You're sweating. You must have a fever."

Dick was hot all right. Didn't these women know how they were affecting him? "I'm fine. Let me go through-"

"The hell you will. The last thing we need is for you to infect the team. Go home. Force down some hot liquids. Get into bed. You've been working yourself really hard and we appreciate it but you shouldn't burn yourself out."

Dick wanted to get in bed and force some hot liquids up into his wife, but she was having none of that. Without his wife for sexual relief, he sure was hard. The swaying hips didn't help his condition as they left the room. Dick gathered some project documents and drove home, still thinking about sex.

The ride home was quick, since Dick avoided rush hour traffic by his early departure. Cassi's car was missing from the garage. She was probably avoiding him. How deeply playing around with her son Rod must have affected her. School was already out, but Rod and Penny were involved in so many activities, he didn't expect to see them for hours. The phone rang. "Hello?"




STRIP Ch. 03



"Dad?"

It was Rod. "What's up, kiddo?"

"You're home early. Anything wrong? Where's Mom?"

"No problems, just compensation for those late nights. Work life balance. Your mom didn't leave a note."

Rod was quiet for a few seconds. "Are you going anywhere?"

"Nope. Just gonna take it easy." And not think about sex. "Why?"

"No reason. I'm going to a chess club practice so I'll see you later."

"Rod, are you okay? We haven't talked about STRIP or-"

"I'm fine Dad. Really. STRIP is cool, better than I thought. Mom's coaching really helped. We can talk about it later. Gotta go."

Dick imagined being in STRIP as an eighteen year old, touching naked female classmates. Given how horny he was, nothing would have prevented him from fucking one of them. Maybe all of them, one at a time. Looking for a distraction, Dick checked the fridge for something to eat. There were leftover hot dogs and buns from a cookout. Laying the wiener in the bun reminded Dick of putting his cock into Cassi's pussy. He stroked the hot dog up and down the bread, lubricated by a squirt of mustard. Dick stuck the sandwich in the microwave and went looking for side dishes. There were potato chips in the pantry but no cans of soda in the fridge so he plodded down to the basement. In the laundry area, a huge pile of sheets was stacked next to the rack that held cases of soda. He grabbed a couple of cans. That's strange, he thought. Cassi usually does linens once a week.

Dick had taken one bite of the microwaved sandwich when the doorbell rang. It was Bethany, as covered up as ever. "Hello, Mr. T."

That had been her nickname for him ever since they first met. Dick harkened back to the old Happy Days TV show and Mr. C., Richie and Joanie's father. Penny was so much prettier than Joanie, even on Joanie's best day.

Bethany marched straight up to Penny's room. Dick scratched his head. What is she doing here, without Penny? He abandoned his food and walked upstairs. Bethany was sitting on Penny's bed but stood up when he entered the room. God, she was gorgeous. Did she realize how sexy she was? "Listen, Bethany, you're always welcome here. But Penny is at practice again, since the squad isn't doing too well these days."

Bethany closed the gap between them and began to cry.

Dick didn't know what else to do, so her put his arms around her, holding her close for the very first time. He tried to keep his hips away, so she wouldn't feel the erection in his pants. "I know you're a big fan of the cheerleading squad, but they'll get better-"

She pulled her head from his shoulder. "I'm not crying about them. It's me. I'm a failure."

"No you're not." Dick hadn't let go of the young woman, and wasn't going to unless she pulled back. Holding her felt too good. "Tell me about it."

"I'm failing at STRIP. The mentors are all angry with me, and my parents, well, they're on my case, telling me what not to do. I'm so confused."

Dick stoked her hair. "There, there."

"Rod even tried to coach me, like your wife coached him."

Shit! Rod told Bethany about that? "She was just preparing him. You know, so the first time he'd be more successful."

"Oh, I know. That was thoughtful of both of you, helping him out like that. My parents did just the opposite, warning me not to cooperate." Bethany put her arms around Dick's neck. "Rod did his best, you know, to show me stuff, but it wasn't working. Not like what Mrs. T did."

Bethany was so close, Dick could smell her pheromones. She was comfortable to hold, with more heft than his thin wife. He was afraid to ask but did anyway. "So, why did you come to see me?"

Bethany blushed. "Rod thought that you'd be a better coach." She stroked Dick's face. "And I'm sure you'll give me the same confidence Rod has to succeed at STRIP."

Bethany's fingers titillated Dick. "He's doing well?"

Bethany leaned closer. "Oh yes, he's very popular now." Her lips grazed Dick's. "All the girls are interested in him." Her lips pressed against Dick's mouth. He kissed back and pressed her body tight against his. Who cared if she felt his erection? Soon, she'd be fondling it. Reality hit him like a two by four. He pulled back, holding Bethany's body at arm's length. "Hang on! Rod tried coaching you, and it didn't work out, so he sent you here, so I could coach you? As in, sexually coach?"

Bethany strained to get closer. "Yes." Then she stopped. "Why are you pushing me away? You think I'm a screw up, that I'm doomed to fail!" Her eyes drooped.

Was that a tear? "No, not at all. I think you can succeed at STRIP, but I'm worried about what might happen, during the coaching."

She brightened, and smiled. "Oh, that's not a problem. Rod explained everything, and I'm comfortable with it all. And what we do will be our secret. Promise." She did a sloppy three finger Girl Scout salute.

Dick exhaled deeply. He hadn't touched a woman in days, and here was an exotic one, open to foreplay. "Okay, if you're sure. Maybe we should start with what Rod had you do. Or maybe what the STRIP mentor asked."

"You're so smart! That's what Rod said." She cleared her throat. "First, I was supposed to get undressed alongside my partner." Bethany removed her knee-length grey sweater and laid it on Rod's bed. She had a long-sleeve black blouse and black slacks. "What should I take off first?"

Dick pointed. "How about your slacks?"

Bethany unzipped the side, and slid the pants to her knees. There were either panty hose or stockings underneath. When she bent to remove the pants from her ankles, she faced away from Dick. Her round ass shook lightly. Dick's cock strained for release.

Bethany stood up straight. "Now my blouse?"

Dick nodded, perhaps too vigorously. An attractive young woman was doing whatever he asked. He promised himself not to take advantage of the situation, but his cock didn't agree.

Bethany's fingers toyed with each button. When she shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, Dick saw a long sleeve leotard on top of full-length hose. "So that's what I did at school. The STRIP mentor wasn't very happy, but those were my parents' directions."

"I see. Well, from my perspective, you're still pretty much covered up. But even now, I can see how attractive you are."

"My partner didn't think so. He didn't get erect or anything."

"Maybe he didn't appreciate a voluptuous figure like yours. To be honest, seeing you like this has me excited. You could do a spread in a men's magazine with a body like that."

"Thank you. That's kind of you to say. My parents' point was that I could become confident without being naked. But the mentors said terrible things, and I felt even worse about myself." Bethany was smiling. "But then Rod came over after school." Bethany popped a couple of snaps on the leotard. "And he asked me to go further." She sat on Penny's bed and slipped the leggings off. "I couldn't deny him." With her legs bent, Bethany's panties were visible. 

Dick couldn't wait to stroke her pussy, and maybe even sneak a finger or two inside. "And did Rod have you-"

With a smooth motion, she pulled the leotard off her arms and over her head. Her bra and panties matched, flesh tone, in contrast to her flawless olive skin. "So, what do you think?" She stood and turned a full three sixty. Dick was flabbergasted at her chest, larger than Penny's, the Rocky Mountains to Cassi's foothill breasts. "I think you have an amazing body. Why do you cover it up? You should be proud."

"That's almost exactly what Rod said. My father is quite strict about such things. Come over here so we can start touching. But first, you should get undressed yourself."

Dick's cock was thrilled. "All right." Dick's pants hit the floor. He pulled off his dress shirt after unbuttoning it only halfway. 

"You're really excited, just like Rod was. Maybe I should believe both of you, what you said about me."

Dick sat next to Bethany. "So where did Rod start?"

She spread her legs. "Rod said he started here, between Mrs. T's thighs." 

Dick nodded. He'd been there and seen his son feel up his wife, with his permission. It was something Rod was expected to do for STRIP, after all. Dick reached forward. Bethany's panties were thick with a hint of moisture. Was this reside from Rod's experimentation, or was she excited about the possibilities with Dick? It didn't matter. Bethany's hand gripped Dick's cock through his jockeys. She hesitantly rubbed up and down. "It might be better if we got rid of our underwear."

Bethany stood and shucked off her panties. Dick did the same. His fingertips played with the contour of Bethany's labia. She was wet, all right, excited about Dick's touch. Her hand was a lot more effective on his bare cock after she spit in her palm. He strained against her touch, lifting his hips. And his fingers couldn't be restrained, as he wormed one finger into her pussy. "You're really tight. When you finally have sex, you'll give your partner a lot of pleasure."

"Ooooh, Mr. T! You really like my body, don't you?"

Dick leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. "You bet your sweet ass I do!" As he probed her pussy, he stared at her breasts, still bound up in her bra. How long before she'd take that off and he could see her, completely naked?

She pumped him faster. "I love it when you talk dirty. Am I doing it right?"

"Damn good. It feels like you'd had some practice."

"The only practice I've had is with Mr. T."

Dick startled at the reference. "No we haven't! I'd remember something like that."

Bethany giggled. "I have a purple dildo that I call Mr. T. Penny has a matching one. Oh, maybe you didn't know that."

This mostly naked woman named a dildo after him? And she'd already had thoughts of intercourse? "I didn't, but that's okay. She's a big girl." But not as big as Bethany, whose chest was heaving. With every exhale, the bra slacked against her breasts, and Dick imagined her saw a hint of Bethany's nipples. "So, is this what you did with Rod?"

"Uh huh. And a few other things. You know, there's no sex between STRIP participants?"

"So I read."

"That's why I'm here. So you can do what Mrs. T did for Rod."

Dick was puzzled. "What did she do?" Dick felt around for Bethany's clit. Perhaps he could give her an orgasm and boost her confidence that way. Dick wondered if Rod had given Cassi an orgasm with his fingers. 

"She made love to him. That's what gave Rod all of his confidence. Why, it was almost as if -"

Dick stopped listening to whatever Bethany was saying, his hand flattened against Bethany's stomach. His son had fucked his wife? Why? The STRIP brochure clearly prohibited-

"Mr. T? Are you okay?" Bethany dropped to her knees. "Oh yeah, Rod had me do this." She took Dick's cock in her mouth.

Dick recalled the last image of his wife and son together, her hand on his naked erection, his hand between her thighs. They were both excited, but taking it all the way? Dick looked down at Bethany's mouth on his prick and sighed. He wasn't angry with Cassi. Hell, he knew how highly sexed she was. Rod's erection was undeniable. And his son? Rod was a chip off the old block. Dick might have actually been disappointed if Rod hadn't tried to lay his mother. Dick looked down at Bethany's tits, wobbling within the confines of her bra. His willpower was fading fast. That's what happened to Cassi. She became overwhelmed by Rod's sexual interactions. She was a horny little devil. They both were.

"I showed Rod my breasts. He thought they were awesome." She reached behind and unhooked. When the beige garment slid off, her tits didn't sag. They just swayed, big and round and succulent. The areolas were huge dark circles, with a small flat nubbin in the center. 

Dick reached out for Bethany's hand, helping her to her feet. "Sit on my lap."

Bethany sat almost on Dick's knees, facing him. He surrounded her breasts with his hands, but they were too big to hold. "Did Rod touch you?"

"Yes, a little too rough. I guess he'd never seen breasts like mine. They're too big, aren't they?"

"Oh, not at all. Come closer."

Bethany slid forward. His hands wouldn't retreat, softly caressing the breast flesh. They were firm but compliant to his touch. 

When he looked down, Bethany had positioned his cock so it made contact with her crotch. "It's just like using Mr. T," she said.

Dick didn't feel used at all. Just the opposite. He was taking advantage of this needy young woman. "Put me in, just like you would, uh, Mr. T."

Bethany parked her cunt directly above Dick's prick. "Here? Now?"

Dick's mouth was full of tit, sucking her nipples, and only nodded. 

Bethany positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt, rubbing it around her labia. "You're going to give me confidence, right?"

Dick pulled back from his tit feast. "Oh yes. I'm going to give you a load of confidence. Drop down slowly."

Bethany half stood, hovering. "It's awfully big. Will it fit?"

"Just take it slow. It'll fit just fine." Dick tongued the engorged nipples, which now stood away from her breasts. "I can see you're getting excited. Your nipples are bigger and harder."

"Penny has really big nipples, and they're always hard. I see her in the shower after gym."

Dick's cock pulsed with the idea of seeing his daughter's tits. Had he ever been this erect, this big?

Bethany squatted, her full thighs approaching Dick's. She took an inch, then rose up and took it again, plus a bit more. "It's stretching me."

"Trust me." Dick ran his hands all over her tits, her legs, her ass. "Lower. Take it all."

"Oh, I do trust you." Bethany undulated her hips, taking incrementally more of Dick's cock with each movement. Finally, she completed her decent. "Oh God. Your cock is a lot fatter than Mr. T, and longer too."

The pressure of Bethany's pussy, molded to his cock, was marvelous. "You're doing great." Dick's hands squeezed her breasts, making her nipples darker and pointier.

"So now what?"

It was time for Dick to finally have sex, after way too long. "This!" Dick held her body tight and spun around, flipping Bethany onto the bed, her legs spread. Dick was on top of her, still embedded. His hips began a rotary motion, dragging his cock out and then back in. "This is how Rod fucked his mother." He supported his weight on his knees, leaving his hands free to fondle her tits. "But my wife doesn't have tits like these."

"Oh, Mr. T, your penis feels so much better than Mr. T." She giggled again.

Dick picked up the pace, slamming his cock in and then pulling it out, over and over. Sex with Bethany was more comfortable than with Cassi, more padded.

Bethany tilted her pelvis up, lifting her legs up around Dick's waist. "You are marvelous!" She was breathing heavy. "And I'm good too, aren't I? I feel more confident already!"

"Oh, you're good all right." Dick varied the speed of his assault, short jabs and long slow penetrations. Sex with Bethany was better than he ever imagined. "Too bad STRIP doesn't include sex, because you'd get an A."

"Can I tell you something? I've always found you very handsome." Bethany grabbed Dick's ass and pulled him close. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I was sure you'd send me away."

"Then let me tell you something." Dick pressed hard against Bethany's groin. "I've lusted after you for a long time, even before you were legal."

"You did? Oh Mr. T! You're so naughty!" Bethany's hands joined Dick's on her tits. She held them together, while he pinched her nipples. "I'm feeling - what is it- oh God, oh God-" She held her breath and squeezed down on Dick's cock. "Is this it? Is this what- Oh God. Uhhhhhhhh."

Dick stopped humping as Bethany orgasmed. She'd had a release, but he was still hard. It was better that he didn't dump his load inside her. She probably wasn't on birth control. He leaned back, his cock springing free, hard and wet. "How do you feel now?"

"Huh?" Bethany blinked. "What was that?"

"You had an orgasm, a big one. Did you ever feel that with Mr. T?"

"Little ones, maybe. But nothing like that." She glanced at Dick's crotch. "You're still hard. Didn't I do it right?"

"You did fine. I just wanted to make sure you got what you needed."

"Oh, I did! You're so sweet, thinking of me first!" She sat up and kissed Dick, her mouth open. Their tongues touched, and their saliva sparked. "Is there something I can do for you?" Her hand reached for his erection.

"Yes, if you're willing. Cassi's breasts are quite petite, so I can't tit-fuck her."

Bethany lifted her tits up, as if presenting them to Dick as a gift. "You want to touch my breasts with your penis?"

"If you wouldn't mind-"

Bethany laid back down. "Go ahead."

Dick repositioned, straddling Bethany's torso. His cock slid between her hefty mounds. "I need to squeeze them together, to make a tunnel."

"Like a pretend vagina?"

"Yes, precisely." Dick thrust his cock back and forth between her tits, pressing them from the sides. "Oh, this feels really good."

"Do you think Penny's breasts are big enough to tit-fuck?"

"I hadn't thought about it." Dick knew there was little opportunity for him to find out. "But yours, well, yours are perfect."

"I like your hands on my breasts. You're gentler than Rod. Maybe he needs more practice, you know?"

"Maybe you're right." Dick's cock was thrusting higher with each push, playing peek-a-boo at the top of Bethany's cleavage. She lifted her head a bit. Dick's cock came closer and closer to her mouth. On its next appearance, Bethany stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip. On each subsequent, his cock got closer. Her lips kissed it, and then her mouth sucked the head. Dick was at his wits end. School had been out for a while. Rod was at chess club, but Penny might walk in any moment. He needed to cum, immediately. "Open your mouth, sweetheart."

"You called me sweetheart!" Bethany complied, her eyes wide open.

Dick took his cock in hand and stroked it as only he knew how, touching the sensitive spots in the just the right way, drooling over the best tits he'd seen in a very long time, with occasional thoughts about Penny, her panties on display, the shape of her breasts under her t-shirts- "Arrrrrrrrr!" A blast of cum shot from his cock, a long strand that reached from Bethany's chin to forehead. The second was thick but shorter, mostly on her nose and lips. She sucked the sticky stuff into her mouth and swallowed. Dick placed his cock at her mouth. "Suck me. Suck me dry."

Bethany provided delightful suction as Dick's cock throbbed with smaller spurts, and finally a dribble. "Wow! I'll need to try that with Rod."

"I don't remember tit-fucking being in the STRIP brochure."

"Oh, that's not why. I should have told you. Rod and I are a couple. He's my exclusive boyfriend, and I'm all his!"

Shit! I've just fucked my son's girlfriend. On the other hand, he fucked my wife. Maybe this is just a balance of karma. Dick laid down alongside Bethany, his arm around her. "I'm very happy for you two."

"Thanks. So, if I need a booster shot of confidence, can I come see you again?"

What the hell? Was she asking for a rematch? What would Rod think about that? "Do you think that's likely?"

"See, now that I know what sex is all about, I'm pretty sure Mr. T- I mean, the dildo- won't be enough. And Rod and I, well, we can't have sex because we're in STRIP. So, when I need to take care of my urges-"

Dick pressed Bethany against his naked body, his cock hardening. "I'll be here, whenever you need me."

Bethany lifted one leg so Dick's cock could lay against her pussy. "You know who else needs you? Penny."

Dick's cock lurched. She couldn't mean for me to have sex with my daughter? Dick thought. "How, specifically?"

"Have you noticed lately? She's really depressed, not like her usual perky self. I don't know, maybe she should be in STRIP."




STRIP Ch. 03



Dick's fantasy about preparing Penny for STRIP, the same way Cassi did for Rod, got Dick even harder. He rocked back and forth, his cock coated by Bethany's vaginal juices. "But she's a role model."

"I know. I look up to her, and I'm so lucky to be her friend. But ever since the squad fell apart, and Rod's been getting more attention- Hey, that's it. Just give Penny some more attention. She's been in the spotlight for so long, she doesn't know how to do without." Bethany ran her fingertips along Dick's cock. "And if we lay here, you're going to get longer, and I won't want to do without."

Dick had created a sexual monster, one he was happy to tame, but not at that moment. He kissed Bethany gently with fluttering lips. "You're right. The kids could show up at any minute."

Bethany got out of bed and started getting dressed. As Dick leaned on the mattress to get off the bed, his hand landed on a wet spot. He nodded, knowingly. "Another sheet needs changing."

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STRIP Ch. 04



STRIP - Chapter Four - Sandy Bitches

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any 

further! 

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eighteen.

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This is Chapter Four of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:
Father: Dick Treyshun
Mother: Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his): Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia
Bethany: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod
Sandy: Cassi's best friend

In Chapter Three, Rod and Penny have an almost-sex session, and Penny asks Rod to help out her friend Bethany, so she can be successful in STRIP. Rod does his best but stops short of intercourse. his two vendor compatriots had sent Dick home with an excessive case of the hornies. Rod calls his house expecting his mother to answer, finds his dad at home and sends Bethany to father Dick to finish the job.

After stripping, sucking and fucking, Bethany tells Dick to pay more attention to his daughter Penny, because her brother Rod's notoriety is getting his sister depressed.

This chapter picks up the next morning.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Dick opened his eyes. It was Thursday morning, and Bethany, his son's new girlfriend and the best friend of his daughter Penny, had quenched his pent-up sexual appetite. The clock said 7:00 AM. Shit! He had an early final specifications meeting. He slid out of bed, threw himself under the spray of a steaming shower, skipped shaving, and grabbed the closest shirt, tie and suit from his closet. Cassi was still asleep, from whatever charity event she'd attended the previous night.

Dick tried to muffle his plodding down the stairs. Penny was about to open the door. Once again, she was in her cheerleading costume. "Hey, sweets. You want a lift to school?"

"Sure, thanks. These before-school practices are getting really old." She reseated her backpack on her shoulder.

They got into Dick's car and he backed out of the garage and down the driveway. 

Occasionally, he glanced at his daughter's legs, long and toned from all that exercise. On a previous drive home, she'd flipped her skirt and saw her undies. "I don't think I've seen you in anything but your uniform all week." Dick remembered Bethany's comment about Penny's nipples. The thick letter sweater hid them very effectively.

"Coach says we have to wear them until we get our routines right. Even though I shower, I still feel dirty."

Dick felt dirty, imagining Penny in various states of undress. "We're all in difficult situations, it seems. Your cheerleading, my project, Rod and STRIP. Only your mother seems to be pleasantly engaged."

Penny began to cough violently, her face turning red.

"Are you okay? Can you breath?" Dick considered pulling over and giving her mouth-to-mouth. And when her breathing returned to normal, he might just slip her a tongue. Traffic ahead stopped suddenly. Dick slammed on the breaks to avoid a rear end collision.

Penny threw her hands on the dashboard. "Daddy! Watch what you're doing. I'm fine."

Dick pulled up to the school and let Penny out. Her hips naturally swayed from side to side as she walked towards the building. How am I going to concentrate when those two vixens at work flaunt their bodies at me, he thought.

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Someone grabbed Penny from behind around the waist and lifted her off the ground. "Put me down!"

It was Bethany, as Penny had never seen her. Instead of layers of saggy, baggy clothing, Bethany was showing it like she owned it. Her blouse had a scoop neck. Bethany wore it with one shoulder exposed. Her skirt was knee length, showing more than she ever had before. The black calf-high boots made her legs seem longer and the skirt shorter. She spread her arms and dipped. "So, how do I look?"

"Awesome! I mean it! But what about your folks? Did they see you like this?"

"Oh no! They'd lock me in the basement if they found out. My aunt loaned me these things, to wear to a party."

"What party is that, and am I invited?"

"I made it up, silly." Bethany swayed back and forth, twirling the skirt higher.

"So, how were things with Rod?" Penny was certain that Bethany's new attitude was from foreplay with Rod, giving her confidence to participate in STRIP.

"Terrific! We're a couple, as of yesterday." She pulled a gold chess piece from her purse. "See, he gave me his queen, get it? He's the best." Other girls gathered to strike up conversations with the New Bethany. As the crowd closed in on Bethany, Penny was pushed further and further away. "Oh, and your Dad was awesome!" 

Bethany and her entourage moved off, leaving Penny standing there. "My Dad? Oh my God!"

Penny spied Rod at the doorway. She sprinted over. "Hey, bro, I need a favor."

"No, I won't fuck you." Rod didn't keep his voice down, and several students heard his denial.

"Shhhh. I want our room for myself tonight."

Rod showed some discretion and whispered. "How come? You have a hot date with a purple plastic cylinder?"

"Damn you! Somehow, some way, I'm going to get Dad to fuck me."

"God, sis! You're just trying to get even, because I fucked Mom."

"So what if I just want what everybody else seems to be getting. Including Bethany, by the way."

"Don't be angry with me. I couldn't do it. STRIP rules. But I figured Dad wouldn't pass up the opportunity."

Penny scratched her head. "And you're okay with your girlfriend sleeping with your father?"

"If I can't, then at least it's staying in the family. And Dad in your bed is intra-family too, come to think of it." Rod chuckled. "I was planning to join the chess club's attempt to break the Guinness record for multiple blindfolded chess matches tonight. I'll just hang out with some of the guys and mooch dinner off one of them."

"Perfect. Just make sure you don't come home until the wee hours. Maybe even sleep over someplace."

"Again? I just did that. But how are you going to get Mom out of the house at night?"

"The way she's been avoiding Dad, I might not have to do anything."

"Do you think Dad will do it?"

"I bet he's so horny, he'll drop his pants at the first opportunity. And I'll be ready, on my back, legs spread."

"Sheesh, you don't have to be so graphic about it!"

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Dick drove home with only one thing on his mind - patching things up with his wife. Whatever she and Rod had done last Friday was water under the bridge. He'd had his own little one-night stand with Bethany and understood perfectly the slippery slope that can derail anyone with high sexuality from absolute fidelity.

Cassi wasn't in the family room or kitchen. "Cassi!" He flew up the stairs. Cassi was sitting on their bed. "We have to talk."

"Yes we do. Sit down."

Dick parked himself close but Cassi slid away putting a gap between them. "it's all my fault."

"What is?"

"You and Rod. He told me."

Cassi put her face in her hands. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I can't control myself."

Dick hadn't either when Bethany visited. Now was probably not the best time to mention his indiscretion. "But I put you in a bad position. I should never have suggested that you and Rod get physical with each other or take off clothes. I didn't realize it then, but I set you up."

"On Friday, yes."

"And nothing happened over the weekend, right?"

"Ha. That was easy because Rod was barely home. But what about Monday?"

"What about it?" Dick scratched his chin.

"It was Rod's first day of strip and he asked for a refresher. I hugged him and kissed him. The next thing I know, he's between my legs pounding away. And to be perfectly honest, I loved it."

Dick was shocked. They'd fucked twice? Maybe a refresher before his first day was reasonable. "Okay so I'll speak to Rod. He shouldn't be taking advantage-"

"And then on Tuesday-"

"No! Really?"

"Yes. In the kitchen while I was cooking, Rod told me about an experience he had with his female partner. We roll played, and he took me from behind. God it was glorious. With every thrust, he lifted me off the ground. The strength and energy of that boy."

"I had no idea."

"On Wednesday, I marched in to his room, pulled off his pajamas and climbed on top. I practically raped the kid. He nearly ripped my nipples off that time. I came harder than I ever had before."

Dick was flabbergasted but tried to maintain an even exterior. After all, this was his wife, his life partner. "Cassi, we can get through this together." He reached for her hand.

She folded her hands in her lap. "I don't think I can. I had a therapy session with Dr. Fine last night. She's a psychologist Sandy recommended."

Ah yes. Sandy, friend since grammar school, and a royal pain. Always butting in. "We don't need a shrink. We can work this out ourselves." Dick made a lunge for Cassi's arm and made contact.

She pulled it away. "I told Dr. Fine the whole sordid story. STRIP. You. Rod. Before our session concluded, she urged me to do two things. One, to tell you what happened. Which I've done. And second, that I needed some space, to think about things. So I've decided to go away for a while. From you. From Rod. From any temptation."

Dick noticed the suitcase near the closet door. "You're packed? Come on, we're a team. I know you can control this. One thing that'll help is if we get back in the groove." Dick raised an eyebrow, his secret signal to Cassi when they were out in public that they should retreat to a private place and have sex.

"Let me tell you about control. This morning, despite all of the techniques the psychologist suggested, I pulled Rod into the shower. He didn't seem to be interested. Maybe he's got somebody at school. But STRIP doesn't allow sex right? Well, anyway I got him so excited he flattened me against the wall and fucked me standing up."

Dick was astounded. Cassi had become Rod's cock slave, and he hadn't even asked. "But sweetie, where will you go?"

"Downstate to visit my folks. I haven't seen them since last Thanksgiving."

Dick struggled with a reply to Cassi, to assure here that everything would be fine without the help of Dr. Fine, but he was at a loss for words.

A scream from the bathroom down the hall interrupted their discussion. "Wait here. Don't leave." Dick bolted from the bed and burst into the bathroom. Penny was standing in the tub clutching the shower curtain to her baked body. The translucent frosted plastic curtain showed her puffy dark nipples and hinted at a dark patch between her thighs.

"Daddy, there's a spider! A big nasty one!"

Dick pulled the opposite end of the curtain back. A small spider crawled along the edge of the tub, avoiding water. "I'll kill it and rinse it down the drain."

"No, please. You know how I feel about animals. Catch it and put it outside. Pleeeze!"

Dick grabbed a paper cup from a wall dispenser, knelt down at the edge of the tub and leaned over to catch the insect. When he glanced at the far end of the tub, the other half of Penny's naked body was exposed: a curved breast and protuberant nipple, a leg all the way to groin. It took three tries due to the distraction but Dick finally trapped the spider in the cup. He folded the top of the cup over so there would no escape. Dick stood up, to dump the spider and then convince his wife to stay.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Daddy if I was in STRIP, would the boys like me?"

They'd kill each other to get their hands on a body like yours. "Yes, darling."

"Wait. Before you go, let me kiss my hero."

Dick walked closer. Penny cupped his face with her hand. The shower curtain swayed. Penny's naked breasts came into view. Dick didn't expect a full mouth kiss but I got one, hard and needy. Bethany had told Dick that Penny felt left out. Was Penny turned on by the thought of STRIP? Her hand on his ass was a sure sign she was interested in him.

Dick was turned on, this close to her naked body. God, what has this program done to me? I never thought about my kids and sex at the same time. First, I brought my wife and son together, and now I'm fantasizing about my daughter. Dick put one arm around Penny's naked body and hugged back. God, her skin was so smooth and slippery from the shower. He wanted desperately to let his hand wander lower, explore the nether regions- No, this was sick. Dick opened the window and shook the spider from the cup. "There, all gone."

The doorbell rang. Cassi poked her head into the bathroom. Penny had pulled the shower curtain shut and stepped back, her figure obscured by the frosty curtains. "That's Sandy. She's taking me to the Amtrak station."

"Where are you going?" Penny leaned forward. Her nipples poked at the plastic curtains.

"Your father will explain."

Dick gave his daughter one last lecherous glance and followed his wife down stairs. When Cassi opened the door, Sandy was there, arms crossed. Her short pixie haircut reminded Dick of Mary Lou Retton, except her extended jaw, like a bulldog. She glared at Dick as if he'd intentionally run over her dog. Dick didn't even know if she had a dog.

To Sandy, Cassi said, "Let's go." Sandy took the suitcase from her fiend's hand. "I'll call when I get there. There's some food in the fridge. The carryout menus are in the drawer by the stove. Let Penny try her hand."

Dick remembered the feel of Penny's fingers on his butt. What would he do if she tried that again? "Cassi, don't go. We can make this work. I know it, and so do you."

Sandy snorted, took Cassi's hand and led her down the cement walkway.

After Cassi walked out, Dick looked at the landing at the top of the stairs. Penny stood in her bathrobe, the belt tied around he waist. He was certain she was naked under the robe, fresh from her shower. 

Dick took one step up the staircase. Penny untied the belt and let it drop to the floor.

He advanced one step closer. Penny slid her leg through the gap, exposing it from her toe all the way up to her groin. Her crotch was still covered but her cleavage was exposed, as well as the inside curves of her breasts.

With one more step, Dick anticipated that the robe would open, and his daughter's body would be on full display. Not only available for viewing, but for touching and kissing and probing and-

The doorbell rang again.

Dick stopped dead in his tracks. "There, your mother changed her mind."

Penny scowled, pulled her robe shut and retreated to her room.

Dick flung the door open expecting Cassi. Instead Bethany came through, in a scoop necked blouse, knee length skirt and calf-high boots. Her eyes were red, and the scant make-up she'd applied had run down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?

She fell into Dick's arms. He held her to comfort, not to seduce, but his prick was still stiff from Penny's peek-a-boo show.

"My parents caught me in these clothes and threw me out. They said they didn't want a slut living under their roof."

"There, there. You're no slut." Although Dick had seduced her quite easily after Rod did the groundwork. Had she started sleeping with STRIP students?

Penny came barreling down the stairs. She displaced her father as the Bethany hugger. "Let's go to my room." Supporting her best friend, Penny led Bethany upstairs. 

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Penny and Bethany walked up in tandem. Penny pushed the door open but let her best friend go in first. Once inside, Penny pushed the door shut and hugged Bethany.

"What am I going to do?" Bethany's arms held on tight.

"It'll be okay. Stay here with us."

"I can't do that forever."

"Just until your folks come around."

Bethany pulled her head from Penny's shoulder. "It's my father. My mother is generally okay but doesn't think she can say anything to contradict him."

"Well, maybe I'll have a little chat with your dad."

For the first time during this visit, Bethany smiled. "You know I love your family. You. Rod. Your father." Bethany brushed her lips against Penny's.

"And we love you." Penny leaned forward and gave her best friend their first shared kiss.

"You're my best friend." Bethany kissed back once, and then again. "Did you just shower?"

"Yeah, plus I was making a move on daddy dearest." Penny opened her robe. "I flashed him." It seemed to make sense at the time, given their growing physical intimacy.

"Wow! And how did he react?"

"I don't know. You rang the doorbell."

"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry." Bethany's arms snaked under the robe, surrounded Penny's naked body and brought her close for more kisses. "hey, want to try something? Pretend your tongue is a penis and put it into my mouth."

Penny did as instructed. Bethany's tongue was rolled up, simulating a vagina. Their joined saliva fizzed like soda in Mentos. "Where'd you learn that?"

"They teach us all kinds of things in STRIP. I love the sex-"

"Hang on. STRIP doesn't allow sex."

"I meant, the sexual stuff we do. All simulated. The only real sex I've had is your father. I want Rod to make love with me, but he refuses." Bethany massaged Penny's ass with her fingers.

Penny was pleased by the physical attention. She craved it, and her best friend was delivering. "You're getting me wet."

"Ooh, me too." Bethany brought a hand around Penny's waist, across her belly and down. "Wow, you're not kidding." Without announcement, she slid a finger into Penny's pussy.

Penny squatted a bit and spread her thighs to allow easier access. If her best friend could feel her up, she deserved the same privilege. She shoved her hand up Bethany's skirt. Her panties were a trivial barrier. Bethany's pussy was slippery, more like mucus. "Do you like this?"

"Uh huh. Where's your purple plastic penis?" Bethany's cunt pulsed and squeezed the digital intruder.

"By the bed." Penny wanted even more physical attention. "Touch my clit."

Bethany brought her thumb into contact with Penny's mini penis. "Would you like to play around?"

Penny was having fun, almost too much fun. She knew what would make them both feel better, and it didn't involve woman on woman fondling. "Maybe later. Right now, we need a different therapy." She shrugged the robe from her shoulders.

Bethany brought her idle hand around to Penny's chest. "Your tits are so nice. I wish mine were smaller."

Penny brought a hand up to Bethany's blouse. It wasn't the same as feeling bare skin, but Penny didn't want to strip her friend. At least, not at that moment. "But yours are so big and firm. The guys drool over tits like that. Marsha has to beat them off with a stick." Marsha was the head cheerleader, with breasts that rivaled Bethany's in size but perhaps not in self-support.

"Or maybe she just beats them off." Bethany giggled. "Can I feel your breasts against mine?"

"Later, I promise. We've got to get going before the stores close."

"Why? Where are going?"

"Shopping therapy, on Daddy."

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Dick paced for what seemed to be hours. The girls came down, bubbling and joking. Penny was dressed in tank top and jeans. She radiated a glow. Bethany's face had been washed.




STRIP Ch. 04



"Daddy, I need the car keys."

I handed them over.

The girls held hands. "And your plastic."

"Huh?"

"Your credit card. The best therapy is shopping therapy."

Dick opened his wallet and handed over his MasterCard. "Have a little mercy okay? I haven't earned that bonus yet."

Penny leaned close. "After what Bethany gave you, the least you can do is buy her an outfit or something."

For a split second, Dick wondered how Penny knew they'd fucked, but it was immediately obvious. They were best friends after all. Friends with benefits?

Dick sat on a kitchen stool as the garage door whirred and the engine of his car revved. God, Penny had a lead foot.

He dug around in the fridge for something to eat. He snagged a few pieces of vegetarian pizza from their cardboard carton. He preferred sausage and mushroom but Cassi had made this purchase for herself and whatever kids were home that night.

The doorbell interrupted him in mid bite. Did Cassi change her mind and take a cab home? Or maybe Penny forgot something, like all the cash in his wallet.

On the other side of the door was Sandy. Her normally extended jaw jutted out even further like a ravenous carp.

When Dick took Cassi as his lawfully wedded wife he got Sandy at no extra charge. The two women had been friends since grammar school, like peanut butter and jelly . Cassi was the sweet one. Sandy was nuts. Fortunately, Sandy's husband was an overweight workaholic who never socialized, so Dick's exposure was limited. A couple of years previous, Sandy invited Dick and Cassi over to watch the SuperBowl. Sandy's husband, with bowls of potato chips and pretzels in his arms, didn't say a single word to Dick the entire game.

Sandy strutted in like the house was hers. "You don't deserve that woman. I've said so for years."

Dick's head turned like a lighthouse beacon. "I know. Is there something I can-"

She stood with her hands on her hips, like Penny doing one of her cheerleader numbers. "Do you know the last thing she said as she boarded the train? That you needed someone to take care of you while she's gone. Even then, her thoughts were about you." She slapped his arm. "After what you made her do."

"Wait a second. Made her? What did she tell you?"

"You really want me to say it out loud? Okay." Sandy shook her head. The boyish hairstyle barely moved. "You told her to get undressed and have sex with Rod."

Dick felt his ears heat up. "That's not what happened. I take some responsibility for putting her in a vulnerable position. But it was her decision to have sex with him. I wasn't even at home."

"I don't believe you." Sandy pointed a finger. "She said you made it happen."

"So don't believe me, but it's the truth. And I certainly didn't suggest or encourage her fuck him Monday through Thursday."

Sandy's hand and considerable jaw dropped. "Are you serious? It wasn't just once?"

Maybe friends don't tell friends everything, especially when the things are embarrassing. "Nope. Every morning before school. Did she leave that out?" Dick recalled Bethany confiding in Penny. "Just what do you know about our sex life?" After all those years, Dick expected that Cassi told her best friend something.

Sandy exhaled sharply. "I never believed a word. She said you did it every night."

Dick nodded. "Which had been true from the day we got married up until last Friday."

"Nobody does it that often." Sandy plopped down on the living room sofa and took a defensive stance, arms folded.

"Well, we do. Or did." Dick sat on a hassock, and leaned forward. "See, one of the things that attracted me to Cassi in the first place was our sexuality matched. We're both high sexed. What I didn't realize was how that might play out when I asked her to coach Rod in foreplay." For emphasis, Dick repeated, "Foreplay."

Sandy made a strange face like I'd spoken in a foreign language. "Back before you two met, she was always on some guy's arm."

Dick didn't expect that Cassi's sexuality started when they met, but that history. "She got carried away with Rod. I understand. I don't blame her at all. Like I said, I put them in that position. Touching. Partially undressed."

"But every night?"

Sandy was still back on the frequency issue. "You mean our sex life? How often do you and what's his name do it?"

"Arthur, and twice a month. On the 15th and the 30th."

It was Dick's turn to be incredulous. "How can you schedule something like that? And how do you handle your urges the rest of the time?"

"I don't have any, I guess." Sandy's knees repeatedly separated and tapped. Dick knew she was getting aroused from their conversation. If she got really horny, she might go home and jump her husband's bones, off schedule.

"Everybody has sexual needs. You're probably repressing them. Food?" Sandy's body was not that of an overeater. She had nice curves once you got south of her neck. "Shopping, maybe." The girls had gone shopping.

"I'm not the topic. You are. So if you're so sexually needy all the time, what are you going to do while Cassi's gone. hmm?"

Dick had been backed into a corner. He couldn't tell Sandy that he hoped for more opportunities with Bethany, and might eventual succumb to his own daughter's advances. And then there were the other STRIP coeds. Dick cleared his throat. "I'll admit, it'll be difficult. Being so horny, I'm easily distracted For example, there are two attractive women at work who have no idea how they're affecting me."

"Well, don't you get fired for sexual harassment . Cassi needs to come home to an employed husband even if he does have excessive urges."

My urges weren't excessive for me. "You're right. I need to focus on work and not coworkers. I can't help it if women get me excited. I don't want to feed your ego, but I find you sexy."

"Me? You've got to be joking." A hint of pink rose in Sandy's cheeks.

Dick lied and fanned the flames. "Not at all. Your pixie face and those cute round breasts. You wore a bikini to that pool party last year and really strutted your stuff."

"I did not!" Her cheeks reddened "You're a married man. You weren't supposed to notice."

"If you didn't want to be noticed, you shouldn't have worn such a skimpy top that barely covered your tits, and bottoms that molded to your ass and-"

Sandy grabbed for her chest. "Stop it."

"Why? Is all if this sex talk getting you horny? What would be so wrong, going home and asking Artie to take care of your needs?"

Sandy's fingers were caressing her breasts, and she didn't seem to notice. "Art would just tell me to suck it up for another, what, week and a- oh my God." Sandy's hands went from tits to face. "Take care of him. That's what Cassi said. Her exact words. Take care of Dick while I'm away. You said 'take care of your needs'. Do you think she meant-"

I was certain that Cassi had no intention of setting me up with Sandy. Even if Cassi wanted to get absolution by having me fuck somebody, it wouldn't have been Sandy. They were just two close No way. And from my perspective, I wasn't interested in fucking anybody with the attitude and temperament of Sandy. Bethany, yes, in a heartbeat. Penny, yes, after a modicum of consideration. But Sandy? "I'm sure she meant to look in on me every once in a while, maybe drop off something to eat-"

"No. Cassi is very precise in her use of language. She's got a literature degree after all. She meant that I should have sex with you." Her hands began unbuttoning her blouse. "But I can't do it every day. God I'd be so sore."

"You don't have to do anything. Button up. You're married. You don't want to mess things up for you."

Sandy looked up from her unbuttoning task. "My marriage is already messed up, which is why I'm seeing Doctor Fair." She peeled back the edges if her blouse. The white bra held two round breasts captive with a wide gap in-between. "And I can tell that you're horny by the lump in your pants."

"You're not obligated. Really." Sandy might have thought she was responsible, but Dick's erection from Penny's show and hugging Bethany had never diminished.

Sandy smiled. "This is a good idea for lots of reasons. You won't be so horny that you'll do anything fatal at work. And it'll prevent you God forbid from making moves on your own daughter."

Penny had come close to exposing her ripe body. Would Dick have acted on the invitation? "Penny? I'd never-"

"Oh but you might, as revenge for Cassi and Rod. The mind works in mysterious ways."

Sandy left her blouse fall behind her. Upon closer examination, her breasts were small and round like baseballs. Smaller than Bethany's or Penny's for that matter but bigger than Cassi's bug bites. Sandy stood. "We should go to the bedroom." Dick watched Sandy's ass wiggle with a lot more energy than he'd ever witnessed before. Yes, he'd looked on other occasions.

Dick followed her upstairs. She headed straight for the master bedroom. Once inside, Sandy slid her slacks off. She looked young because of her diminutive body, childlike features and short hair. She looked even younger than Bethany, who was barely legal.

As long as Dick didn't look at Sandy's face, his cock remained at attention. So, he looked into her eyes. She was crazed, under some kind of spell. It was either the possibility of off-schedule sex or his large erection that had her mesmerized. "You have to get undressed. Otherwise I can't take care of you-"

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Dick remained dressed. Perhaps he could convince Sandy to back off.

"No, but you claim to need sex every day. Have you gotten laid in the last 24 hours?"

Dick shook his head.

"Well then, per explicit instructions from your wife, I'm here to provide aid and comfort."

Dick crossed his arms. "I won't do it." He didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He was horny and a willing female was ready to give him relief.

Sandy fell to her knees in front of him, breathing on his groin. "You have to." Her hand grazed his crotch. "I need you to. God, do you know how many times Cassi has described the thrill she gets from having sex with you? Once, she said, 'If only you could have that feeling-' Well, this is my chance. She gave me her blessing, and God damn it, you're going to fuck me until I like it."

Dick almost fell over. The pretense was down like a busted balloon. This was for her, not for him. She wanted to be on the receiving end of a good fuck, and Dick knew how to deliver those. Dick had lost the battle but won the war. Sandy wasn't going home horny. Just the opposite. Dick pulled off his t-shirt while Sandy unbuckled and unzipped his pants.

"Oh my God! Look at that!" Sandy pointed at the bulge in his jockeys.

"Did Cassi every describe me?"

"Well yeah, but again I thought she was exaggerating. And she got that every day?" The back of her hand grazed his cotton-covered cock.

"Uh huh." Dick reached for his jockeys but Sandy was quicker. His underwear hit the floor, leaving him buck-naked.

"Oh my God. It's huge." Sandy laid the penis in her flat hand. "I'm not sure it will fit. Art is so much smaller."

Given her hostile demeanor, Dick had never really been attracted to Sandy. However, seeing her in bra and panties made a huge difference. This was an opportunity to take the edge off. Maybe he could avoid cajoling Bethany for another roll in the sack, and delay sex with his daughter, which still gave him qualms. Besides, it would bring Miss Smarty Pants down a rung. How could she bitch at him if they'd shared that kind of intimacy? And if he got her engine really revving, then maybe she'd understand his and Cassi's situation better. Besides, who in his right mind turned down the offer of sex?

Sandy climbed onto the king bed and faced the headboard on all fours. "You can go ahead now, but please take it slow."

She was still in bra and panties. "What? No foreplay?"

"This is the way Art and I do it. He cuddles up behind me, pulls my panties to the side, and slides in and out. Do you want to get a magazine first?"

"What, like Playboy or something?" Dick glanced at his erection, He didn't need any more stimulation.

"No, I mean to read while we're doing it. Art usually lays a sports magazine on my back. Why? What do you and Cassi do?"

Dick couldn't believe it. Art actually read a magazine while fucking his wife? What an insensitive dork! Dick promised himself to make this a fuck Sandy would never forget. He laid alongside and pulled her close. "We pay attention to each other, not some magazine." He kissed her, which required turning his head ninety degrees to get past her jaw. 

Her lips protested for an instant but softened as he slid his fingers along her body from her hip up to her shoulder. Dick avoided her breasts, waiting until she wanted that attention. His cock bounced off her belly and thighs. Their lips parted company. 

"Wow. That was hot." 

Dick put his hand on her upper chest, sliding it up along her neck and around the back of her head. He leaned her forward and they kissed again, this time with her Sandy holding his face. 

Her kisses were urgent. "Art only kisses me on the forehead," she said. "That was nice."

"This is nicer." Dick slid his fingers into her panties.

"Wait, let me get them off. I don't them stretched."

Dick knew his cock was going to stretch her vagina, so what did a pair of panties matter? Once Sandy was bare from the waist down, Dick rubbed his cock back and forth across her labia. He felt no natural moisture. "Are you prepared?"

"What do you mean? Don't you just stick it in?"

"Not with my size. Is Art smaller?"

"He's about the same length, but thinner. Problem is, he can't get close with his belly."

So that's why he does it doggy. To get closer for any penetration, let alone maximum. "I won't have that problem. But you need to be lubricated or it won't be pleasant at all." Dick slid down and moved his face close to her pussy. The smell was putrid. Hadn't she bathed, or was this her natural odor? Reluctantly, he slid his tongue up and down her labia, having second thoughts about sticking his cock inside.

Sandy went crazy, throwing her hips around with every lick. "Oh, oh, oh shit!"

After only a minute, Dick couldn't stand it. He scooted up, face to face. "Roll over."

Sandy did as directed, turning her back to him.

Dick lifted Sandy's right leg and rubbed his cock around the entrance to her pussy. "Scoot down."

She did. Dick held his ground. Sandy's cunt took the tip and a bit more. "Oh my! It's in!" She wiggled her ass. "But you're not moving."

"You told me to take it slow. But if you're anxious-" Dick jabbed his hips forward as he slid his body closer to hers. More of his cock disappeared.

"Ooooohhhhh. Too much, too fast. if you rip me open, we'll have to wait until I heal for the next time."

Dick hadn't finished the first time, and Sandy was talking about a return engagement? Would Sandy actually come over periodically to keep him sexually satisfied? He unclipped her bra. 

It fell froward, the straps at her wrists. "Art leaves my bra on. If I'm wearing one."

"Well, for Cassi, her breasts are an erogenous zone." With one hand, Dick palmed her tit and slid her nipples between his fingers. "And she goes nuts when I touch her here." He humped against her, drilling deeper. Despite her age, at only two fucks per month, Sandy's pussy was in almost pristine condition. Maybe even a bit tighter than Bethany's, but Bethany had been using Mr. T the Dildo for pleasure.

"This feels good, but the position is awkward. Can you get behind me?"

"Okay." Dick scooted down, withdrawing from the tight flesh sheath.

Sandy got into her preferred position, on hands and knees with her thighs spread. 

Dick slowly reentered her pussy from behind. In that position, he had two free hands to cup and massage her tits. Dick plunged deeper after each withdrawal, maintaining a reasonable speed, not so fast that Sandy would feel threatened or assaulted.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"No, I haven't really gotten going. Why?"

"It just that Art is usually through by now."

Art must be a quick finisher. "And what about you? Are you satisfied?"

"Am I supposed to be?"

What kind of sex life did she have? Merely as a sperm repository? If Sandy was younger, she'd be the perfect candidate for STRIP. "Yes, both partners should get satisfaction. Does Art ever do anything with this?" Dick rubbed his finger against her pussy, groping for her clit.

Sandy jerked. Her cunt clamped down. "Hell no!"

"Well, I'm going to make sure you have some fun, so you can feel what Cassi feels when we have sex."

Dick started pumping her pussy harder, faster, while gently flicking his fingers around her pussy entrance.

Sandy pushed her ass back, making a better target. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

Dick felt omnipotent, working this pathetic woman towards perhaps the first orgasm of her pitiful sex life.

Sandy was humping back, occasionally exhaling with an "Oooh" or "Aaaah." "Art doesn't do any of this, the bastard. Hell, no wonder why I'm seeing a shrink!"

Dick's cock hadn't shrunk a bit. It was rock solid, reaming out Sandy's barely used vagina. "You need physical attention, not mental." Dick was aiming for a big finish, a simultaneous orgasm that would leave them both spent and satisfied. His hips were a steam locomotive, relentlessly pursuing delivery of his load at Pussy Junction.

"You have to stop." Sandy was whimpering.

"Why?"

Sandy's breathing got ragged. "I'm getting cramps."

"It's not cramps. You're building to an orgasm. Go with it."

"I am? Oh God bless you." Dick's dick was long enough to reach Sandy's cervix. "Hey, watch it. That's painful."

Dick backed off a bit, but was really excited by the idea of cumin into Sandy's uterus. Dick glanced right. He and Sandy were reflected in profile in the closet door mirror. Her head reared up with every thrust. Dick had never watched himself having sex before. It was ironic that his partner was Sandy, not Cassi. The images fed the intensity of his attack. Seeing his prick drill Sandy's pussy spurred him on. "Cunt or face? he shouted. He prayed for the former.

"What?"

"I'm going to cum. In your pussy or on your face?"

"In me. Cum in me. We're going to cum together."

Dick drove his dick home in repeated thrusts. The head if his cock tingled. "Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhh."

"Are you ready? Oh God, I hope you're ready Yes, do it. I'm ready." Sandy's muscles tightened. 

Dick probed for Sandy's uterus despite her previous protest. His dickhead pressed against her cervix.

As cum exploded from his cock, Sandy reared up her head, tits pointing forward. She cried out, like a wolf baying at the moon. Her face lengthened, her jaw dropped, her mouth a cavern. And for the first time, Dick witnessed her jaw line up with the rest of her face. Her profile was pretty, which made Dick cum even harder. Maybe next time he'd fuck her face to face, just to see that expression of fulfilled lust.

Sandy collapsed on the bed, her ravaged pussy on display. Wads of bodily fluids leaked out. 

Dribbles of cum hung off the tip of Dick's cock and dropped to the sheet. "Sandy, can you do me a favor?"

"After that? Anything!"

"Could you put up a load of linens?"

Sandy turned to face Dick. "All right." Still naked, Sandy stripped the bed and tottered downstairs. She came up a few minutes later, wiping her pussy with tissue. "You guys sure go through sheets. Does someone have a bladder problem?"

"Nope. They get soiled from vigorous sex."

Sandy paused, looking at Dick's wilting cock. "Oh."

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STRIP Ch. 05



Chapter Five - Solitude Derailed

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of 

eighteen.

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This is Chapter Five of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

Sandy: Cassi's best friend

In Chapter Four, Penny decides to seduce her father after learning that good old Dad Dick fucked her best friend Bethany. Dick's wife Cassi sees a shrink and decides to visit her folks downstate, traveling via Amtrak. In the middle of Cassi's discussion with Dick, Penny fakes being terrorized by a spider in the shower and shows off her body as phase one of seducing him. Just as phase two, slipping off her robe, gets under way, Bethany shows up, having been kicked out by her parents. Penny and Bethany play around a bit, take Dick's credit card, and go shopping.

Sandy returns after dropping Cassi off, to chastise Dick's behavior. She learns that Cassi fucked her son Rod several times. Dick tries to get Sandy horny so she'll go home and fuck her husband Arthur. However, she misinterprets Cassi's instructions to "take care of Dick's needs" by offering herself as a sex partner. Sandy proves to be only mildly competent but willing to learn, so Dick coaches her and gets sexually satisfied. 

So what happened to Cassi, after she left for downstate? This chapter turns its attention to her.

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In honor of the anniversary of the Steve Goodman song "City of New Orleans," Amtrak added one Superliner Roomette coach to each of its trains originating from Goodman's hometown, Chicago. Cassi treated herself and booked a semi-private. In the best case with low traffic, she'd have it to herself. In the worst case, she'd have another woman to commiserate with, perhaps in a less formal way than she had with Dr. Fine. Roomettes had two sleeping bunks, so passengers would need to be of the same gender.

A pleasant conductor assisted Cassi with her suitcase after he checked her ticket, lifting it up to her after she climbed the steps into the car. The hallway was narrow, and several times Cassi had to plaster herself against the side to allow others to pass. Finally, she reached number eleven. She opened the closed door and thrust the suitcase in first before entering. The picture window showed the side of another train, with dimly lit silhouetted passengers. In her compartment, sitting on the padded seat that converted into half of the lower bunk bed platforms was a man.

"Hello?" Cassi leaned forward, careful not to startle him. His head was down, as if asleep or in some deep meditation. Cassi stepped closer. "Hello? Excuse me, but this is my room."

He lifted his head. His eyes were red and puffy. "Okay. I guess we're sharing."

Cassi was confused. How could they both have this roomette? "By the rules, I'm supposed to have a female companion."

He contemplated her words, then sprung from the seat and threw up his hands. "Oh no! Not again."

Had this guy gotten paired up on previous train rides? Cassi peeked out into the hallway. She asked a passenger who was walking by, "Could you please find a conductor? There's been some kind of -"

The passer-by nodded and grunted.

Cassi stood in the doorway, alternatively watching for a conductor and peeking at the young man. His body returned to the seat and his head returned to its facedown attitude. His pinstriped slacks didn't match his rugby polo shirt. 

The kindly conductor who'd hefted Cassi's bags interrupted her mental fashion critique. "What's the problem?"

"There must be some mistake. There's a man in my roomette." Cassi handed him her ticket. The young man revived, leaned over and handed Cassi his.

The conductor eyed both slips. "Hmm. You've got 11A. And he's got 11B. Tammy McHale."

The young man stood, as if hoisted by a marionette master. "It's Tamini, not Tammy. Why do people always get that wrong?" 

His voice was a whine, not at all pleasant to Cassi's ear. She'd never heard the name 'Tamini' before.

"Tammy, Timpani, makes no difference." The conductor handed Cassi both slips. "You'll be sharing this space. It's a short trip, not like an overnighter."

Sharing confined quarters with a man for over four hours was precisely what she didn't need. Cassi tried to plead her case. "But-"

"The train is full up. Not a seat available. Make a new friend, ma'am. Have a nice trip, folks." The conductor walked away.

Cassi opened a small closet and forced her suitcase inside, on end. Towels and linens were stacked neatly on a top shelf. Tamini, gasping for air, grabbed Cassi's attention. He grabbed an inhaler from his backpack and took a gulp. His wheezing trailed off as he huddled into a ball in the corner of the furthest reclining seat next to the window. Cassi stayed near the door and gave him plenty of room. "Are you okay?"

"I know why you don't want to share this compartment." He lifted his head and stared at her. "It's me." 

He was right, because he was a 'he'. "No, not at all." Cassi raised her arms. "I just wanted some privacy, and-"

"And I'm not wanted. I get it." Tam dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief he whipped from his pants pocket.

"Please, you're making this into a bigger deal than-"

Tamini cried out loud, sobbing. "Big deal. Very funny. Did Veronica tell you? Oh God, you know everything, don't you?"

Cassi pressed her back against the door, stabilizing herself from a lurch of the train. They were underway, and she was paired up with a deranged passenger. "I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about."

Tamini took a few deep breaths on his own. "Sorry. I'm not thinking clearly. You couldn't know Veronica." His breaths were ragged. Cassi was afraid he'd fall back into a weeping fit or have another asthma attack. "I was engaged to her, and even I didn't know her." 

Cassi thought that if she acted calmly and reassured Tamini, he'd behave for the hours they'd share. She sat down in the neighboring seat and touched his hand, which lay still on the surface between them. "It'll be okay."

"It will?" There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

A bodiless voice announced departure, followed by a sudden jerk as the train switched tracks. The train struggled to gain momentum, finally emerging from the covered station. The lights of the city barely lit their shared space. 

Cassi was wary of turning on any lights in their room lest she upset her companion. She patted his hand. "Of course. Relationships are difficult. They require attention and energy and patience-"

Tam pulled his hand away, to make an open palm gesture. "But I did all of those things, and Veronica appreciated them. And me."

"Would you feel better, talking about it?" Cassi felt like Dr. Fine, gently probing for private details. 

"Oh, may I? I'm struggling to deal with- Wait. Let me start from the beginning. Victoria and I were friends at school. DePaul. It started slowly, a few classes together, running into her at the library. We had the same interests, liked the same foods, laughed at each other's jokes, and not just to be polite. As we got to know each other better, we grew together. She's the perfect one for me, I know it, and I'm the one for her."

"It sounds wonderful." Cassi remembered how she and Dick were a matched pair. Quite familiar.

"We even took the physical aspect of our relationship at a pace she demanded."

Cassi's pussy throbbed. How long had it been since she'd had sex with Rod? It felt like too long ago. Was it proper to ask for more details? Cassi couldn't help herself. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we started with kissing. That was nice. Then we'd park in her car - I don't have one - and we'd make out. You know, touching, but only above the waist, like Veronica wanted. She has nice breasts." Tamini stopped and shied his head away. "Do you want to hear the rest?" Tam's eyes were slits.

Cassi swallowed hard. Against her better judgment, her horniness demanded the most intimate details. "Yes, if it'll help."

"Thank you. Could you close the blinds, on the window?" Tam pointed at the coverings on their door.

"All right." Cassi stood and adjusted the slats shut.

"Tickets" came a voice in the corridor. 

Cassi opened the door and handed the conductor both of their tickets, still in her hand. She adjusted her blouse and straightened her skirt. When she turned around, Tam was standing there with his pants around his ankles. "What are you doing? Pull those up!"

Tam's lips quivered. He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. He sniffed, and then broke loose into sobbing that shook his body. 

"My God, what's wrong?" Cassi closed the distance, threw her arms around the young man and hugged him tight. What had she done to unnerve him so? 

Soon, he was struggling to breathe. He fumbled for his inhaler. Cassi heard the hiss. It took longer for the spray to work this time.

She stoked his hair. "There, there. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Tam pushed at Cassi, to loosen her hold. "You did the same thing Veronica did. You made fun of me. Of my-"

"No, no, I didn't mean to make fun. You surprised me, that's all. After talking about taking things slow, I didn't expect you to drop trou."

"So you'll help me, like you said?" His eyes were pleading for an affirmative answer.

"Yes. Yes, I'll help." Cassi looked at his Sponge Bob Squarepants boxers. "Must you have your pants down?"

"How else will you give me a second opinion?" Tam retreated from the remnants of her hug. "See?" He pulled a stubby little penis through the front fly. 

Cassi was mortified. The last thing she wanted was male companionship. So what happens? She gets a male companion who can't keep his penis in his pants. "Yes, I see." But she didn't believe the small size.

"We were parked in our usual spot, the rear lot behind a local grammar school. She lets me drive on our dates. Anyway, we'd been necking for a while and Veronica said that she was ready to take the next step in our physical relationship. She took off her skirt and told me to take off my pants. Then she told me we could touch each other's private areas. I went first. Her panties were damp, I guess because she was excited."

Cassi's panties were moist. The story supplemented by show-and-tell was turning her on. She just had to maintain control, despite Tam's little cock. "And what did she do?" Cassi knew, but wanted Tam to say it.

"She put her hand on me, down there." He glanced down at the little prick. "And she chuckled. And then she laughed. Out loud. So hard, she was holding her sides, rocking back and forth on the front seat."

Tam's cock was quite small, but she assessed Victoria's behavior as harsh. Cassi was no psychologist, but from her one visit to Dr. Fine, she was confident that such a response could have a deleterious affect on a young man. Given his lack of confidence, Tam was a perfect candidate for STRIP. The series of sex sessions with her son flooded her consciousness. Although her behavior had been unconstrained, it was for Rod's good. She admitted to herself that she gained pleasure as well, but the core motivation was Rod's emotional well being. She moved her hand closer to Tam's cock. "Did she touch it? I mean, inside your skivvies?"

Tam shook his head. "I was so embarrassed, I pulled up my pants and drove to my dorm. Why, she was still laughing so hard, she couldn't pull away from the curb smoothly. Her car jerked away from the curb, like it was laughing at me, too."

The STRIP program was all about building confidence in young people. Desperate situations, like the one Tam faced, called for extreme measures. Why couldn't she do for Tam what she did for Rod - build his confidence? "So where are you going?" She stood close, casually rubbing his upper arm.

"Home, to St. Louis. I'd rather drop out of school than face humiliation."

Cassi's hand traversed his arm down to his hand. She intertwined her fingers with his. "You need a degree to make something of yourself. What are you studying?"

"Biolo-"

Cassi took hold of his cock.

"Gee!" Tam pulled back, dragging his small penis through Cassi's gripping fingers. "You surprised me!"

"I'm just trying to help. See, I'm not laughing. Can I get a better look?" Cassi dropped to her knees. 

"Uh, okay, I guess." 

Cassi pulled SpongeBob down, baring Tam from stomach to ankle. His penis was short but thick. Cassi poked at it with her index finger and it visibly stiffened, getting bit longer but mostly wider. "You've got a fat one, haven't you?"

"I don't know. I've never compared-"

Cassi moved her mouth closer and kissed the tip. Tam's hips jerked forward, putting the head between Cassi's lips. "Mmmmm." Given the opportunity, she licked the fat little dick. A deep throat was unnecessary and maybe impossible, but her lips strained to surround the circumference. 

"Oh man! If only Victoria had done this. Oh man!" Tam rocked back and forth, fucking Cassi's face. His cock got longer, not huge, but perfectly acceptable as average, and then there was the width. Victoria would have been a lucky woman, if she'd hung in there. Without warning, he shouted something unintelligible and spunked in Cassi's mouth. 

She inhaled through her nose and swallowed, lest she choke on Tam's load. "That was, well, unexpected."

"I was too quick, wasn't I? We were supposed to give each other pleasure, and I messed it up." Tam plopped down on the seat, bare-assed.

Cassi sat next to him and held his hand in hers. "You didn't do anything that any horny guy wouldn't have done. It was my fault, for moving too fast. It's just that, when I saw your cock, I had to suck it. It's beautiful, you know that, right?"

"It is? Victoria didn't think so."

"Oh yes. And I've seen my share, so I can tell." Cassi was pleased to have given Tam some positive strokes, even though she hadn't been looking to deliver a quick blowjob with a wet ending.

"Can I do something for you? Please, it's only fair." Tam put his hand on Cassi's leg, just above her knee. 

Cassi squirmed. "That's not necessary. I'm fine." It wasn't going to take much to get her excited. Hell, her panties were already wet from-

Tam slid his hand up between her legs. "Oh man! You came too!"

Cassi decided not to rectify his inaccurate conclusion. He was uncertain enough. "Yes, you got me hot."

"I didn't see or hear you do anything." He hadn't removed his hand from her crotch. She made a stealth rocking motion, so his fingers would press harder against her.

"I had a silent orgasm. Believe me, it was powerful." Any more stimulation, and Cassi might well have had her own orgasm.

"So what do we do next?" Tam ran his index finger up and down Cassi's damp slit, pushing her panties into the valley between her labia.

Cassi was of two minds. She was motivated to lay down and take Tam's fat little cock in her needy pussy. She'd never had one as thick, and wondered how it would feel. On the other hand, her trip was supposed to allow her to get her act together, get a grip on her emotions and actions. Fucking this stranger was precisely the wrong thing to do, from that perspective. Cassi was about to tell Tam that their sexual adventure had come to an end when he put his hand on her chest. If his hand on her panties hadn't gotten her excited, than the incidental contact of his hand across her nipples did the trick. "Oh God!"

Tam's hand roamed her upper body. "Victoria has bigger tits than you do."

"Tam! You were hurt when Victoria made fun of your penis by laughing. How do you think I feel, when you say something like that?" Cassi's feelings weren't really hurt, but he needed that lesson. His palm, pressed against her nipple, sent electric sparks to her pussy.

"I'm sorry. Really!" He resumed rubbing his hand across her chest. 

Despite the shirt and tube top she wore in place of a bra, Cassi's nipples responded to Tam's touch. All pretense was lifted. She flung the two chairs into their lower bunk position and laid back. "You never got to examine Victoria's vagina. Take a look at mine." She flipped up her skirt. "You can take off my panties."

Tam tugged Cassi's panties over her hips and tossed them on the floor. His fingers grazed her bloated labia. "You're really wet."

"That's so I could take that fat cock of yours."

"Really? We're going to really do it? Oh man!"

Cassi had said 'could', not 'can.' How would Tam react at a rejection at this point, being vulnerable, exposed and hard?

While she contemplated her decision, Tam kicked his pants completely off, spread her thighs and moved his erection in contact with Cassi's groin area. "What do I do now?"

It was a done deal. Cassi was going to tutor Tam, all the way. "Work it in, but slowly. It's going to stretch me."

Tam pressed his cock against Cassi's labia, but she was too small to accommodate his thickness. "It's not working. Man, I'm such a failure."

"Here, let me try. Lean in a little."

Tam stayed close while Cassi wormed his cock first along one side and then along the other or her labia. Her pussy was wet enough and the opening barely wide enough to let Tam's cock advance. He humped forward. "Slowly. I have to get used to it." She reached down. Not only had Tam's cock gotten fatter, but it was longer, too. It had grown another inch. Not as long as Dick's or Rod's but certainly a respectable length. Coupled with its girth, Tam was a good sexual catch for any woman. While they road the rails, Cassi was going to have the unique pleasure of riding Tam's cock.

Tam was impatient. He pushed forward. "How am I doing?"

"Oh God. I've never been so stuffed." Cassi wanted it all, but maybe not all at once.

The train's rocking motion helped Tam drill deeper. "Are all women as tight as you?" 

"Compared to your prick? They'll all be tight. Can you slide in and out, but gently?"

"I'll try." Tam slithered his way deeper, and then backed out. "Oh man! This is so much better than masturbating!" His hips shook as he advanced and retreated.

Cassi laid back and enjoyed the feelings. His pace of assault was speeding up. She was so open that Tam's cock rubbed across her clit with each pass. She held him close and wrapped her legs around his thighs. "Do it. Fuck me, you stud! Give it to me!"

Tam was breathing hard, and then straining to take each breath. He turned his head side-to-side and grabbed at his throat.

Cassi leaned over and fetched the inhaler from the floor, near Tam's discarded pants. He pressed the button for a shot of medication, but the device sputtered. Red-faced, he climbed off and fumbled in his backpack. Cassi crossed her legs, trying to deny the itch that needed scratching. In profile, Tam's cock bobbed as he tore through the backpack, searching for additional medication. 

Unwilling to wait another moment, Cassi sat up, reached out with one arm and grabbed Tam. As she leaned back, Tam stumbled towards her, an inhaler in his hand. "Get back up here, now."




STRIP Ch. 05



Tam uncapped the device.

"I said now." She turned him so he was facing her and gripped his cock. Her fingers didn't reach all the way around. As he fell towards her, he shook the inhaler before shooting a measured blast into his mouth that calmed his episode. Cassi placed his cock into position and tilted her hips to cause penetration. Almost immediately, he was panting, driving his dick home. Tam gripped Cassi's hips and thumped against her. "I can't wait to do this to Victoria. She'll go crazy."

"She'd be crazy to refuse." Cassi was proud she'd contributed to Tam's self-confidence, and his feelings of sexual competence. Just as she had done for Rod. A chill ran through her body, and her pussy gushed additional lubricant to facilitate Tam's progress. Her guilt vanished. "Oh God. You beautiful man!" She kissed him hard and wet, and then Frenched him. She had no need for recrimination. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything!"

"Suck my nipples."

Cassi pulled her blouse open but Tam dragged her tube top down. He dripped saliva before his lips got to their destination. "Oh God! You've got me so hot. I have to cum. You have to cum."

"Again? So soon? I'm not sure I can."

"You're young and vibrant. I have faith in you." With that, she shoved her index finger up his ass. 

Tam took his lips off her nipple, shot forward and screamed. 

Cassi felt the flood of semen escape from Tam's cock, and with no room, it spurted out of her pussy down her thighs. "Good boy!"

The conductor's voice announced Springfield, one stop before Cassi's destination of Carlinville. "Oh my God. We're almost at my stop. I have to get dressed. I have to call Dick."

Tam reluctantly got off Cassi. "Who's Dick?" He sat naked on the lower bunk, toying with his inhaler.

"My husband. I have to let him know-"

"Oh please, don't tell him! He'll be angry. Maybe even want to kill me." Tam stood, his cock still partially inflated.

"I'll leave your name out of it." Cassi used Tam's handkerchief to wipe up cum leaking from her vagina, then got dressed. "But I'll always remember you, and our brief time together." She pulled her suitcase from the small closet. "Don't give up on Victoria. Invite her out for a nice dinner, and then find a better place than the back seat of her car. Tell her how you feel, and then show her your beautiful big cock. She'll come to understand you as a man and a highly competent sexual partner."

"She will? Wow! I can do that! Oh man!" Tam's cock was rising to the occasion.

Cassi knew she had to get off the train before she fell victim to Tam's cock the rest of the way to St. Louis. She kissed Tam on his forehead and headed down the corridor, prepared to exit the train and buy a ticket for an immediate return trip to Chicago. Maybe she could spend a few minutes with her folks. After all, they promised they'd be at the station, waiting for her. She hoped they wouldn't smell Tam's semen, still dripping into her panties.

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STRIP Ch. 06



STRIP - Chapter Six - Double Penetration

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This is Chapter Six of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

Sandy: Cassi's best friend

In Chapter Five, Cassi is worried about her behavior, after becoming dependent on sex with her son Rod. She decides to deal with her guilt trip with a "guilt trip" to visit her parents downstate, which will put space between her and her son. In the semi-private Amtrak sleeper car, Cassi is accidentally paired with a troubled young man. Based on a single visit with a therapist, Cassi believes she can help him. The technique she uses leads to sex. 

Back at home, Dick and Sandy have just fucked. Penny and Bethany are out shopping with Dick's credit card after Bethany was ejected from her home after her parents found unacceptable clothing.

This chapter picks up immediately after Chapter Four, at Dick and Cassi's home, just before Sandy departs.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Sandy, Dick's wife Cassi's best friend since childhood, finished getting dressed after offering and delivering on sex. Her hair was still damp from their vigorous activity. "Maybe I can come by next week?"

She'd had a better time than she'd ever had with her husband Arthur, perhaps experiencing her first orgasm. No wonder she wanted another hump in the sack. "Sure." Dick checked his watch for the current date. Her return visit would be within a few days of her scheduled sex with hubby. Dick wondered if Art would notice a difference in his wife, or Sandy with him. Oh well, she could work it out with her shrink. 

Dick sent Sandy away with a hug and a face bump kiss, hampered by her oversized jutting chin.

After Sandy left, Dick replaced the sweaty sheets on his king sized bed and threw them downstairs. That chore complete, he changed into pajamas, leaned back on the futon, put his feet up and savored the quiet. He'd purged all sexual thoughts from his body. Even the recent memory of Penny's semi-naked body wasn't enough to cause a rise, thank goodness. Having sex with her son drove his wife from their home. Dick couldn't image the havoc he'd cause if he slept with Penny. He took and released a deep breath. 

A buzzer from the basement told Dick that the load of linens Sandy had put up needed changing. Dick moved the sheets and pillowcases from the washer to the dryer. Before he could get back upstairs, Dick heard the beep of his car horn. At the top of the stairs, the garage door rumbled, confirming that Penny and Bethany were back from shopping. Large numbers on his next credit card statement clouded Dick's pristine attitude.

Dick made it to the kitchen just as Penny and Bethany staggered through the door to the garage, laughing and giggling with a load of bags on their arms. Evidently Penny had not exercised restraint.

"Hey Dad. Boy, did we have fun." Penny had her arm around Bethany's waist.

"Glad to hear it. Do you have charge slips?"

She attempted to reach into her jean pockets. Dick noticed that Penny wasn't wearing the same outfit as when she left. "Did you change clothes while you were out?"

Bethany giggled. "Penny had an accident."

Penny stuck out her tongue. "It was your fault."

Dick wondered what kind of accident required an outfit change. His stomach growled, so he looked at his watch. "Did you girls stop for food?"

Penny shot Bethany a glance. "We ate something." Simultaneous giggles erupted. "Really juicy. We have leftovers." 

Dick didn't see any fast food bags in either of their hands.

Bethany hip-checked Penny. "We do not!"

For the first time, Penny dropped her sideways hug of her best friend. "I though I saw Auntie Sandy's car. Did she come back after dropping Mom off?"

"Yeah, she wanted to give me a piece of her mind." It turned out to be a different piece.

"I hope she wasn't too hard on you." 

Or Dick in her. "I gave as good as I got."

Penny waved one arm, still encumbered by packages. "That's my Dad! You know, I've always thought Auntie Sandy was a little bit fucked up."

"Watch your language young lady." Sandy was a lot fucked, after Dick was done with her.

Penny shrugged off the rebuke with a hand wave. "Bethany bought a nice demure outfit that'll please her folks."

"Do you want to see it?" Bethany held up one of the larger bags. "After all, you paid for it. I'll model it for you."

"Okay." Dick opened the fridge, looking for a snack. A pizza box caught his attention. "I'll be in the family room." He slid a slice out and took a large bite, leaning against the counter.

The two girls danced towards the staircase, swinging their purchases. As they ascended, they jockeyed for position, pushing and bumping hips. Under normal circumstances, Dick would have found their sassy behavior exciting, but he was fresh from a satisfying fuck with Sandy.

At the top, Penny turned around. "And afterwards, we can model our nighties."

Dick choked. He spit the half-chewed wad of dough and sauce into the sink. "You don't have to do that." 

Penny curtseyed. "But we want to." 

Bethany giggled. "We'll both change and be right down. It'll only take a minute."

Penny hugged Bethany and kissed her on the cheek. "Or ten." That made Bethany giggle even more.

Dick parked himself on the futon, the same one Cassi and Rod had used on that fateful Friday about a week ago. The previous futon cover was downstairs being dried. Dick thought about what he'd done: getting Cassi into a situation that drove her over the brink with her son, his own tryst with Bethany, conning Sandy into sex, and who knows what Rod had done with classmates. Maybe even his sister, despite what Cassi said? Dick promised himself that the debauchery would end there, that night. He resolved to avoid sex with either of them. Evidently Penny wasn't going to back off, given her 'nighty' comment. God, after seeing her in the shower and her attempted strip tease, did Dick have the won't-power? One good body slam with Sandy every week would be enough until Cassi returned, wouldn't it? Assuming Cassi was a willing partner. Just to satisfy his sexual urges, he wouldn't try to coax one of his coworkers into the sack, would he? 

"Mr. T?" Dick sat on the front lip of the futon and leaned forward. Bethany posed on the landing at the top of stairs. Her top was long sleeve and buttoned all the way up to the neck. The skirt was ankle length and loose. If Bethany's parents were conservative then they'd love this outfit. She came down the stairs slowly making sure not to trip. At the bottom she turned all around to give Dick a full view, just as she had in her underwear. This one was nowhere near as exciting.

Dick ran his hand over the surface of the futon. No wet spots, and Dick would make sure it would stay that way.

The front door opened and Rod sauntered in. "Dad? Where's Penny? Bethany, what are you doing here?"

"My folks asked me to leave. They found the outfit I wore to school and were furious. How do you like this new one?"

"Damn, you look fantastic."

Dick agreed, but said nothing to encourage the young lady. "Penny is upstairs, changing clothes for what she calls a fashion show."

"Really?" Rod dropped his backpack where he stood. "Where'd they get the money?"

Dick raised his hand. "Guilty."

"You know, you're a sucker for a pretty face." Rod came over to Bethany and gave her a warm, lingering kiss on the mouth. Perfectly expected, since they were going together. Did Dick feel a slight pang of jealousy?

Penny scrambled down the stairs in her bathrobe. She wore some kind of black patterned hose on her legs. "Rod! What are you doing here?"

"Brent's folks kicked me out." He kept his arm around Bethany.

"It must be contagious. Your Dad said I could stay."

"Terrific!" Rod kissed Bethany again, longer this time.

"Can you guys hang on a minute? Rod, got a sec?" Penny motioned for Rod to join her, in the kitchen doorway. 

Bethany stood alone while Rod and Penny conferred in a private huddle. Penny's arms went stiff and she stomped her foot. Evidently, she wasn't pleased.

Rod shook his head and walked away. "Well, I don't know about anybody else, but I'm beat. G'night."

An issue popped onto Dick's head. "Is Bethany staying overnight?"

"Yeah why?" asked Penny.

"I'm just trying to figure out the sleeping logistics." The three kids paused and looked at each other. "Like who's sleeping where."

Penny had the first suggestion. "Since Rod and Bethie are a couple, they can have our bedroom." She sported a wide grin.

Dick knew this was Penny's way of worming her way into her father's bed, and subsequently his cock into her pussy.

Before Dick could speak up, Rod responded, "That's a bad idea. We might get tempted and then who knows?  We could be ejected from STRIP."

Dick held up his hand. "You kids keep your room. I'll sleep on the futon. Bethany can have my bed."

"Fine, whatever." Rod took the stairs two at a time. The two girls watched him.

"That's not right," said Bethany. "I shouldn't be pushing you out of your own bed. I'll take the futon."

"Are you sure?" asked Dick.

Bethany brought her hands together in front of her body. They met "Uh huh."

Dick checked his watch. "Maybe we should all hit the sack."

Penny tugged the belt on her robe tighter. That opened the collar a bit. "But what about the fashion show?"

Dick waved her off. "You can show me later. Do have some pajamas for Bethany?"

Penny's head hung low. "She can use some of Rod's."

"Well then, I guess we should say goodnight." 

Penny hugged her father while she lifted one leg and rubbed his hip. Dick held her so she wouldn't fall over. She dropped her leg and gave Dick a fat juicy kiss. "G'nite Daddy."

Bethany approached Dick and kissed him, soft and moist. Dick's dick was still pooped from his vigorous coupling with Sandy. "Good night, Mr. T."

"Good night, girls." Sandy had been right. Sex with her had satisfied him. He was unmoved sexually despite the hugging and kissing. Dick was relieved that there would be no fucking either of the young women tonight. Even watching his daughter's pendulum ass movement as she ascended the stairs had no effect. 

Dick dug a pillow, an extra sheet and blankets from a spare closet on the main floor where Cassi stored linens. "Here you go. Penny will bring you some PJs." 

She came close and wrapped her arms around him. He got another dose of passionate kisses. "Thanks so much, Mr. T. I don't know what I would have done, without you."

After Bethany was situated in the family room, Dick shut off unnecessary lights, and went upstairs. At the top, he looked back. Bethany was bent over, arranging her makeshift bed. The kids' bedroom door was closed. 

He retreated to his bedroom, shut the door and made himself comfortable. In his pajama tops and pants, he slipped under the covers. Just as he was beginning to doze, the door opened. "Who is it?" he asked the darkness.

The overhead light blinded him. "It's me." Bethany stood there, fully clothed.

"What's wrong?" Dicks cock remained flaccid. He could dispatch her issue and send her back to the futon. For some sleep, he would have even traded his bed for the futon, just to be alone.

"I really want to show you what I bought." She swayed in place.

"All right. Go ahead." Then maybe I can get to sleep, he thought.

She posed with her hands on her waist turning slightly. She stuck out her chest, covered in a peach satin blouse.

Dick's cock threatened to swell but remained limp.

"See, my parents will be all over this outfit." The dark skirt was fitted but long. "And when they're not around-" She bent over and unzipped both sides of the skirt. With a widened stance, her legs peeked out, all the way to her hips.

"Nice."

With a flick of her fingers, the skirt dropped to the rug. Bethany's panties flashed into view as the peach blouse waved with her hip movements. "You bought this underwear, too. You should feel the material."

"No thanks." A hand on Bethany's panties would quickly become a hand inside her panties, and Dick was desperate to avoid that result. Hopefully that was the end of the show, and Bethany would go downstairs to sleep.

"Penny told me you two didn't get together."

A euphemism for fucking. "She was making her approach just as you showed up. Not that I would have gone along, mind you."

Bethany pointed. "Maybe I should go down the hall and send her in-"

"No! That would be bad for two reasons. Me and Penny, plus you and Rod."

"You're right again. She fingered the buttons of her blouse, which seemed to come undone with no effort. She tossed the unbuttoned garment onto the bed. "Feel."

Dick groped for the blouse as his eyes fixated on Bethany's chest encased in a matching peach bra. "Very soft."

Bethany danced to an inaudible tune, swaying her hips back and forth while toying with her peach panties. She tugged at them, lowering them just enough on one side to place them with a hair of exposing her pussy, then tug them up tight, sculpted to her labia and the inviting valley between them. The panties tilted left and right, always keeping Bethany's privates covered. Dick's cock fattened due to the teasing, but it wasn't hard enough for penetration. He thought he was done with sex, for at least a day, after servicing Sandy. Yet, there he was, lusting after Bethany but unable to perform. Perhaps it was his years of fantasy, or the memory of their first coupling, where Bethany was soft and warm and willing and grateful. Cassi was great in the sack, but Bethany was different, and that made her exciting. She slid both sides of the panties down to her slit. The bend almost tumbled her breasts from their confinement. Bethany stood and squeezed her bra-ed breasts together, tempting their escape. She tugged once more at the sides of her panties, effectively playing peek-a-boo with her crotch. "Do you like the bra and panties?"

Dick's mouth was dry. He'd just emptied his balls into Sandy. Why was Bethany trying to give him a renewed erection? Because she was damn horny. The memory of fucking her was vivid in his mind. He knew all he had to do was ask, and she'd be in bed, legs spread, a willing participant. "You look exceptional."

Bethany crawled up on Dick's bed, pushing him onto his back. On all fours, she formed a bridge over his prone torso. "I want to thank you."

"Not necessary."

Bethany glanced down at Dick's crotch area. A single front clasp prevented an avalanche of tits. "Show me your penis."

"I'm not hard." Although with very little effort, Dick was worried his condition would change.

"Aren't I doing it right?" She sat up, on her haunches on his lap. "Should I take off my bra and panties too?"

"No! Please don't!" Bethany's eyes got damp. He hadn't meant to scold. "The truth is, while you were out, I - I - took care of myself."

"You masturbated?" Bethany shook her finger at him. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Why not?"

Bethany put her head on Dick's chest, her breasts pressing against his stomach. "Because we were taught in STRIP that masturbation leaves you in a bad place, emotionally. Alone and unloved. You have two people who'll come to your assistance whenever you have needs."

One was his wife Cassi. Did Bethany mean herself or Penny? Or maybe it was her and Penny, with Cassi out of town? "Listen, Bethany, you're a very attractive young woman. Last time-"

"Was awesome."  She squirmed, her almost naked body daring him to react.

"Yes, it was. But I've decided I can't do it again. Not with you, and not with Penny."

Bethany rose up on her elbows. Her cleavage got narrow and tight. "Really?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Look what happened to Cassi after she and Rod became intimate."

She nodded. "You know, STRIP has taught me many things about myself and my relationships to men. But the biggest factor in building my self-confidence was when you made love to me. It's ironic that the program prohibits the single thing that made the most important difference for both me and Rod."

"Yeah. Ironic. Let's get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay if I share your bed? It's cold and lonesome downstairs."

"Fine, but no sex tonight."

"Penny didn't give me any pajamas."

"There are some in my dresser."

Bethany got off Dick and bent over to open the drawer. Dick almost had a heart attack, viewing Bethany's sweet round ass in panties much too small to cover those round globes. She took one of Dick's PJ tops and put it on her shoulders, her back to him. She reached around and unsnapped the bra, slid it off and buttoned the front. Dick got sneak peaks at Bethany's peaks in the mirror as she moved around the room. She kissed him and curled up next to her best friend's father. "Good night, Mr. T." 

Dick took a deep breath. "Good night." It was good to be sharing his bed, even if it was his daughter's best friend. He didn't need sex, at least at that moment, just company of someone who cared for him. 

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Penny paced back and forth in her robe, while brother Rod sat on his bed, elbows on his knees. "You know what they're doing, don't you?

"Did you do it? Did you fuck Dad?" he asked.

"No, I didn't have the chance. Bethany showed up and then you came home too early - what about 'Don't come home' didn't you understand, anyway - and now they're together. I just know it."

"First of all, I got kicked out of Jake's house because his mother caught me staring at his younger sister."

"Rod! Really? There's no excuse-"

"She's kind of cute and I was horny. Still am."

"And you still won't sleep with your girlfriend?"

"Dad might as well enjoy her. Its not that I don't want to. Believe me." He rubbed his erection in his pants.

"What, that stupid rule of yours?"

"It's not my rule. Listen, kids have been booted from STRIP and even academically suspended for sex. Even if it's an accident."

"How can anyone have sex by accident?"

"There's this exercise we do - only the advanced folks who've mastered the other activities -"

"Show me."

"Oh no. It's too dangerous."

Penny untied her belt and let the robe fall from her shoulders. "See what Daddy bought me?"

A full-body black leotard in a paisley pattern of see-through mesh covered her from neck to ankle. Her hard nipples were visible on top. The swell of her pubis was evident on the bottom. 

"Whoa! You were going to use that on Dad?"

She nodded.

"He never would have survived. I'm not sure I can. That is so hot."

Penny turned around to give Rod the full view, bending over so he could see how form fit was around her hips and ass. "But do you like it?"




STRIP Ch. 06



"Take it off or I'll tear it off, then you won't be able to tempt Dad with it." Rod undressed as quickly as he could, his fat erection a flagpole sticking out from his groin.

"Don't damage it. Maybe I can return it." Penny slipped out of the garment, which shrunk without a body to give it shape. She raised her arms above her head. "Ta da. Now show me this dangerous exercise."

"Okay, but do exactly what I say. It's called the cameltoe slide." Rod lay down on his bed. "Climb on top of me."

"With pleasure." 

"Now, you're going to slide your body up and down, rubbing my penis between your vaginal lips."

"Awesome." Penny took hold of Rod's cock and laid it flat against his belly. "Like this?" She spread her labia and parked on top of his horizontal shaft.

"God, your nipples are go big and hard. Yes, now gently, slowly."

Penny rocked, using her knees to propel her torso. "Oooh, this feels marvelous."

"Terrific here too. But be careful when you get to the-"

The head of Rod's cock brushed Penny's pubis as she slid up. "Around here?"

Rod groaned. "Yes, exactly."

Penny continued her movement, pressing her hips down harder. "So this is how some of the STRIP folks had accidental sex?"

"Yep. They got too excited, or they moved the wrong way. Who knows?"

"Maybe they did it on purpose." Penny wiggled her hips, spreading her labia against Rod's cock.

"I hadn't thought of that."

While Dick contemplated the motivations of his fellow students, Penny posed with the tip of his cock at her pussy opening. "Can you bump my clit?"

"Huh?"

"Like last time. You bumped my clit, and we both came?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Rod twitched his hips to make repeated contact with Penny's clit. Like last time, his cock retained its rigid form from the stimulation. 

Penny timed her change of position carefully. When Rod slid back for his next bump, Penny tilted her hips. Rod's cock passed right through Penny's labia, embedding it a few inches into her pussy. He froze. "Oops."

"What?" She knew precisely what happened. She'd caused it.

"See, this is what gets kids throw out of STRIP." Rod attempted to lift himself off, but Penny's pressure on his back prevented an escape.

"So, your cock is in my pussy. Big deal." She tightened her vaginal grip. A real penis was so much better than the plastic one. "Just lay still."

"If anyone finds out-"

"What? That you fucked your sister? I'm not part of STRIP, remember? So you're not breaking any rules." The conventions against incest were another matter, but evidently trivial in their household. "Fucking Mom didn't get you kicked out, did it? So neither will this."

Rod stopped struggling. "Yeah, okay. I guess I'm safe."

"And really talented, from all of that experience. You're my first!"

"Oh God! I'm so sorry-"

"Why? I love you. And aside from daddy, you're the one I wanted to initiate me."

"So now what?"

"Well, first I'd like to feel your whole prick inside me, not just the tip."

Rod pressed forward. "You're tighter than Mom."

"Even with all of my plastic penis preparation? Awesome." The feeling of being filled up by Rod's cock ignited a sexual fury, the kind Bethany had caused by rampant fucking with the dildo. Rod had to fuck her, hard and fast, assuming he didn't pull out after one glorious insertion.

"Why don't you pretend I'm Bethany? You want her real bad, right?"

Rod's eyes widened. "I'm cheating on my girlfriend! Shit!"

"And she's doing it with your father. How about pretending I'm Mom?" Penny felt Rod's cock expand at the mention. "Oh, you really like fucking Mom, didn't you?"

"Yes." Rod rocked a bit, causing exquisite friction. "She was really into it. I don't know how Bethany will be."

"You could ask Dad."

"Don't remind me."

"Well, even though this is my first time with a real cock, I like it vigorous too."

Rod quickened the pace. "You do?"

"Uh huh. Just like you did with my dildo." Penny rubbed Rod's ass. "Really hard."

Rod's hands roamed all over Penny's body. "I think your tits are awesome. Especially the nips." He flicked one with his tongue.

Penny bucked. Rod's cock was a drill, penetrating deep, causing Penny to secrete the natural lubricants of sex. "I want my first sex to be really good. You know, a vaginal orgasm and everything."

"Well, far be it from me to disappoint my sister." Rod squeezed her breasts, sucked her nipples, jabbed her pussy, an animal in bed.

Her hands roamed his ass, his testicles, and her own clit. She wanted him deeper. She threw her legs over his back, tilting her hips for closer contact.

She got it. Rod pressed his groin against hers, belly to belly. The length of his cock was perfect for her vagina. The tip caressed her uterus. It was an itch she needed scratched, and Rod was doing a superb job. "Long hard fucks," she moaned.

"Long slow ones." Rod tortured her, inching his penis back in.

"Faster, dickhead."

Rod downshifted and pummeled her pussy, thrust after thrust. "Like this?" His breathing came in short pants.

"Yes. Oh yes. That's it. Fuck me!"

"Not so loud," Rod said. "Dad and Bethany will hear us."

"Like they don't already know what's going on? Dad could have had me, but nooooo. Well, let him hear what he's missing."

Rod got even more vigorous, as if he was punishing Penny. "I don't want to be your tool for revenge. I fucked Mom so you fuck Dad? Is that it?"

"Shut up and make me cum. And you cum, too. Both of us, together."

Rod held Bethany's hips and bumped groins, over and over. Their pubic bones ached from repeated impacts. Finally, the tingle, the tightening, the loss of muscle control. It was going to be a doozy. Penny tightened her vaginal muscles. Rod's cock was trapped in position. Still, he struggled for the erotic friction. "I'm - Oh shit - Are you sure? - Here I - Mmmmmmmm -" Rod slammed his cock forward and howled like a banshee.

Penny screamed as Rod's warmth filled her, saturated her. Her legs fell back to the bed, wide and fatigued.

"Do you think they heard us?" Rod asked.

Was sex always this good? "Who cares?" Rod was going to have his hands full from now on. Her mother could just go back to fucking her husband. Penny curled up next to her brother and closed her eyes. This was a great new dimension to their relationship, one that she planned to enjoy repeatedly.

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Dick and Cassi drive down a two lane freshly paved road taking twisty turns towards a cozy resort in Twin Peaks. The pair of large mountains rises in the distance. The road leads into a valley where a small simple sign announces a hot springs vista. Dick insists they make a stop. Cassi argues but Dick is behind the wheel of their black Mercedes convertible. The soft breezes can't eliminate the new car smell even with the top and windows down. Dick pulls into the vista parking lot. Only one set of tire tracks marks the black asphalt. Dick skips down the path to a wooden deck next to the hot spring. He kneels down and tests the temperature with his finger. The liquid is warm and slick. The single poke of his finger generates a cascade of waves that splash in the opposite shore. The waves hum as they ripple  "Oh I have to try this." "The swimsuits are packed." "Who needs swimsuits?"  Dick pulls off his shirt and drops his shorts, both of which match Cassis outfit. He leaves his custom-made leather sandals on the deck. The warm liquid envelops his body. More than a passive medium, the hot spring caresses him all over, relaxing every muscle except his penis which gets hard as steel. "You really should try this," he says but Cassi stands on the deck with her arms crossed. Dick wiggles his fingers and the spring moans. He probes the liquid with one extended finger. The spring speaks to him in a whisper. "Mr. T. Oh God. Mr. T!" The spring makes waves to shake him. "What are you doing?" 

Dick opened his eyes. He's in his bed, his finger embedded in Bethany's pussy. Her pajama top is unbuttoned, her torpedo tits aimed at him. His cock throbbed. As quickly as he could, he popped his hand from between her thighs. "I'm so sorry-"

"You must have been dreaming. When you unbuttoned my top you were mumbling.  Then you ran your hands from my breasts down my belly into my vagina. I thought you were awake and had changed your mind, about having sex with me."

"It was an odd dream." Dick buttoned her pajama top, although it was impossible to do the task without touching her breasts, her firm succulent breasts. "I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean-"

"Kind of like sleepwalking but with your hands.  It felt really good, just like one of the STRIP warm-up exercises."

Dick wasn't warm, he was hot. Erect and hot to trot. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Supposedly, Sandy had cared for Dick's lust and his need to thrust.  He should have had no need to get sexual with Bethany. 

"Too good. You got me all excited. See?"  She brought my finger to my nose. Sure enough, the syrupy coating from a juicy pussy.

Dick nodded. What did she expect after his vaginal manipulation?

"The strip exercises get us real close to having sex." Bethany closed the distance between them and lowered her voice. "I mean, really close, but the mentors that coach us prevent us from going too far."

"Isn't that good?" Dick could have used a mentor right then and there, to prevent an intimate encounter.

"It would be for most of the participants." Bethany folded her fingers around Dick's erection. He jumped. His cock got even harder, despite the thin cotton separating skin from skin. "Except for me. Now that I know what sex is all about, Mr. T- I mean, the dildo- isn't enough. And Rod and I, well, we can't have sex because we're in STRIP. So, I have unfulfilled needs."

"But I thought that STRIP was supposed to prepare you to deal with those needs - without actually having sex."

Bethany's hand slid up and back. "Remember what you said? That you'd be there, when I needed you?" 

"Yes, of course. For emotional support. As a safe place. Like tonight, you're staying over."

"I'm boiling over. You said you'd be there when I needed to take care of my urges." Bethany pressed against Dick body, his cock hardening. She climbed on top, hovering over him, her tits hanging down. "Well, I need you." 

"I know what I said back then. I overpromised. But I hope you're grown up enough to understand why you and I shouldn't have sex again."

"I understand."

Easy as that? "Good. I'm relieved."

"But can we do some STRIP exercises?"

"Why not? If it'll help."

"Tremendously. Watch." Bethany slid Dick's cock from his pajama bottoms and rubbed it on her belly. "See?"

"You do this at school?"

"Uh huh." Bethany slid Dick's erection into her panties.

"You touch genitals?"

"It's okay, as long as it doesn't go in." Dick's cock rubbed back and forth. "We call it wiener in a bun, but the coaches call it cameltoe sliding."

Bethany's pussy was like a swamp. "You're really wet."

"It's Penny's fault. Do you want to know why Penny had to change clothes? We brought each other to orgasm in a changing room, and she squirted all over the place."

"She did? You're too slick. I might accidentally penetrate."

"And that would be so bad? Okay, I get it. I don't get it." She stroked his stomach. "Why don't you suck up the excess?"

"Me?"

"Sure. It isn't sex, just your mouth, and I could use some stimulation down there, after your daughter got me all revved up. Just lay back."

Dick did as Bethany asked. She spun around and squatted over him, facing his feet. It was a sixty-nine without Bethany as an active participant. She lowered her panties to her knees, exposing her dripping pussy. 

Dick tongued on her labia, slurping up Bethany's juices. Her excretions were thick, like syrup, with a taste like imported spices. "Mmmm."

Her hips jerked as his tongue penetrated. Oh God, Mr. T, that is so cool. You're so much better than Ben- Oops, I shouldn't have said his name. And your penis is so much prettier than his." Dick felt Bethany's lips on his cock. She tongued the head. He forced his hips to remain flat on the mattress.

"Why don't you get behind me, so we can do the bun thing some more." Bethany pulled her panties back up. 

Dick got on his knees behind her. He had to pull the panties down a bit to get his prick into position. The elastic caressed the underside of his cock. "You do this at STRIP? With a boy?"

"Uh huh. But there are mentors, who coach us, and make sure nothing happens."

"This is nothing?" Having his bare cock in physical contact with Bethany's genitals was overwhelmingly erotic. Dick was ready for a full-blown assault. All he'd have to do was throw Bethany on her back and plunge his cock all the way into her wet pussy.

"Good job! Your rubbing has me all hot and bothered. Now, I've never done this, but sometimes when the mentor isn't looking-"

"You said they watch."

"Yeah, but one mentor has to supervise four couples. And the mentors don't have eyes in the back of their heads." She dipped her belly and raised her hips. 

Dick's cock bumped against her labia instead of sliding through. "This is dangerous." 

"It's okay. Just keep rubbing."

He made another retreat and advance. His erection bumped against her labia, over and over. 

"Oh, please don't stop. That feels so good." Bethany reached around to caress Dick's buttock.

Dick reacted to her touch by lurching forward. His momentum carried his prick through her swollen opening. Damn, he was in! Hold shit, he was in! Wow, he was in! "You tricked me."

"Yeah, I guess. But we've done it before, so I didn't believe you when you said you didn't want to do it again. You do think I'm sexy, don't you?"

Dick thrust to the limits of her vagina. "You know I do."

Bethany tightened her muscles around Dick's cock. "I feel awful, because Penny wants this so bad."

"Well, even though we're doing it - again - I'm not going to succumb to Penny's advances. If a woman as strong as Cassi couldn't handle the guilt, I don't think I'll be able to."

"Goodie! Then Penny and I can keep being BFFs, since we won't have to fight over you."

Dick wasn't aware of any contest or contention. "But what about you and Rod?" Dick felt his cock massage Bethany's pussy. God, it was slippery, and warm and- "Doesn't he care that we're doing this?"

"Oh, he's not thrilled. Neither of us is. But as long as we're in STRIP, we'll have to take care of our needs with others."

Dick thought about Rod and Penny in their shared bedroom. "Cassi is out of town. Who's taking care of Rod's needs while-" Two sounds from a bedroom down the hall, a holler and a scream, stopped Dick in mid-sentence. Penny and Rod had fucked, and those sounds were their mutual climax. "Is that what I think it was?"

"Uh huh. That's the second time this evening. You must have slept through the first one. I guess your kids are taking care of each other."

Dick was simultaneously relieved that Penny might back off with her brother available for sex. On the other hand, Rod was systematically fucking every family member. Who would be next? Cassi's sister Alex?

Bethany lowered herself, completing full penetration. "Can we hump like last time? That was awesome." Bethany started doing it on her own. 

Bethany's movement distracted Dick from the issues of spreading incest.  Dick grabbed Bethany's hips to help establish a mutual rhythm. She was tighter than he remembered. Perhaps STRIP taught the young women how to control their muscles.

"I could do this all night. You know, you really should reconsider doing something with Penny. She's needy right now, especially with cheerleading going so poorly. I think that's why she came on to me. We kissed and touched each other all over. God, it was so hot."

"Really?" Dick was excited about the mental image of Bethany and Penny doing intimate things, sexual things, with each other. He'd never seen two women go at it.

"They're talking about reorganizing. Taking the better STRIP students in one group, and the remedials in another. What if Rod and I get assigned to the same group? I'd never be able to resist taking him inside, and then where would we be?"

Fucked, that's what! "In a potentially bad situation."

"Seems like we both have problems. Maybe we can help each other." Bethany's movements sped up. "You can keep me from going too far with Rod. And I can help you stay away from Penny."

"Perhaps." Dick unbuttoned Bethany's PJ top. Her breasts fell forward, finding Dick's awaiting hands. Her nipples, hard and pointy, dug into his palms. Her nipples deserved attention, and Dick provided it, with his fingertips.

"You like my breasts, don't you? You like them because your wife doesn't have big ones like me."

"You're right." Dick molded her tit flesh to various shapes. "I can't keep my hands off them."

Bethany pulled forward, spun onto her back and spread her legs. "Then come and get them."

Dick pounced on the well-endowed young woman. His cock seemed to find its own way back into her while his mouth made the grand tour, kissing her tits, sucking her nipples, humming as he licked and nibbled. Bethany thrashed beneath him, but he stayed in her padded saddle. Bethany's pussy remained firm, resilient. That intensified the friction. Dick was in heaven.

"Are you going to cum soon?" Bethany's breaths were coming shallower and faster.

"Pretty soon."

"Me too." She puffed like she was in labor. "Can you cum inside me? I don't want to miss anything."

Dick accelerated, long hard throws, and then a series of quick partial penetrations, to tickle the underside of his dickhead. "Okay, get ready." Long in, short in, long in, short in, and then a dozen more shorts. 

"Oh Mr. Treyshun!"

Dick was motivated to match what his son and daughter had accomplished. Another dozen shorts. The tickle grew stronger. That was all it took. Dick pressed deep and exploded. His dick ached as he spurted again. Sandy had been wrong. Sex with her wasn't enough to prevent this. "You're marvelous!" 

He rolled off, but Bethany rolled on top, keeping her naked boy pressed against his. "The STRIP sessions leave me really horny so I'll need to see you a lot. Until your wife gets back." Penny slumped on Dick's chest. "Or maybe even after that?"

Dick hadn't thought about Cassi's return. He missed her dearly, but sex with Bethany was the best he'd ever had. Her enthusiasm was well beyond what Cassi had ever demonstrated, even in their earliest couplings. How could he ever give up Bethany, even to his son Rod? 



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### An Original H M Tale ###

The story has returned to the principals who have no principles.

Cassi is preparing for a quick-turn. Penny is still preparing for an intimate encounter with her father. Rod is out of the action with his mother gone, unless his sister continues to be willing. Dick and Bethany have teamed up to keep each other satisfied. And Sandy will come by periodically, an unnecessary fifth wheel on Dick's sex machine.

I could sure use some feedback on this series. Send me an email.

Copyright (c) 2010, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.



STRIP Ch. 07



STRIP - Chapter Seven – Simulations

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.



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This is Chapter Seven of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

Sandy: Cassi's best friend

In Chapter Six, Penny and Bethany came back from their shopping trip with clothes and lingerie. Rod's unexpected return home broke up Penny's plans to seduce her father. Bethany agreed to sleep on the futon in the family room but showed up in Dick's bedroom, stripped to her underwear, and tricked Dick into rubbing their genitals, leading to accidentally-intentional sex. Meanwhile, Rod demonstrated the cameltoe slide to Penny, who shifted position just enough to get her brother's cock firmly implanted in her pussy. They finished what she started.

This chapter picks up after Chapter Five at Dick and Cassi's home, very early in the morning.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Dick snuck out of the house before the sun came up. He didn't want to deal with Bethany, who would have demanded more sex, or his kids, who would have confronted him about the sex he'd already delivered with Bethany. Then, he would have been forced to confront them about their fucking, at least twice if Bethany was to believed.

No, these were major distractions on a day where everything had to go smoothly. It was a better idea to shower and dress for work at the health club on the main floor of the high-rise office tower in which his company leased several floors. As an employee, he had access to the basic facilities, but none of the workout classes or equipment without paying a monthly fee. All he wanted to use was the locker room.

Traffic was light, and he scored an excellent parking space. After his shave, shower and dressing, Dick sauntered past the all-glass wall of the equipment room. At the side, his teammate and external consultant Bridget was using a stair stepper.  She was wearing a thin leotard that showed off every curve, and there were plenty of them on display. Her breasts bounced with each step, and her buttocks jiggled back and forth like a Slinky. Her body was compact but very well shaped. Dick shook his head to displace and disrupt any lascivious thoughts. Hell, he'd had plenty of good sex with Bethany the previous night.

Dick went upstairs to his office with great expectations. The system integration team would be testing the simulation of their new system using a resource-sharing algorithm Dick had invented. The idea came to him during foreplay with Cassi. She was performing a two-fisted hand job. Dick mused how a second or third woman could effectively join the process. If not properly coordinated, their hands would interfere with each other and the guy in question wouldn't get stimulated to orgasm. In the shower after sex with Cassi, Dick invented a scheme that optimized the available hands and strokes regardless of the guy's size. It was a small matter to convert his technique to database updates.

Dick had been hands-on during the creation of the simulation. The test would involve a room of end-user clerks who eventually would be using the production system. Gwen had made the suggestion to involve the users, extending the value of the test as a political morale booster. Computers were set up in a conference room as a pretend work environment. A utility closet at the rear of the room had been converted into an observation room with a one-way mirror. A laptop on a small table would provide ongoing real-time statistics during the test.

Dick took up residence behind the one-way mirror before the clerks arrived. As they filed in, all of them - female - stopped at the mirror to check something: their makeup, their hair.  It was a virtual beauty pageant, except the contestants weren't all that glamorous. Only when one woman reached into her sweater to adjust the breasts in her bra did Dick pay rapt attention. She seemed to delight in touching herself, her mouth open and her lips damp as she not only rearranged but fondled and caressed her own flesh. It was enough to give Dick an erection. No problem. He was alone.

Bridget, the consultant he'd seen working out downstairs, entered the room in a zip-up sweater and skirt. She introduced herself, and how the exercise was going to proceed. The task workers sat at their computers, dutifully waiting to follow the scripts that had been printed and placed at each of the desks.

Dick was shocked when Bridget walked to the back of the room and came into the utility closet. They'd be alone, together, in a small space. Damn, and he still had an erection from Miss FondleTits. Images of Bridget in her leotard kept him stiff.

Bridget absentmindedly toyed with her zipper. "So, ready for the big one?"

Did she have any idea what she was saying? She had two big ones. "Yeah. Sure. I mean, let's start the test."

Dick used the laptop to send the start instructions to all of the computers simultaneously. The script was written to test updates to a limited set of pretend customer records. Normally, this kind of congestion would bog things down, resulting in slow response at best and corrupted data at the worst. If Dick's algorithm worked, then no operator would get stuck, there would be no stalls, and the end results of the data would match the predicted results. 

Response time was also monitored, although the full application had not yet been written. History had taught Dick that adding application logic in large amounts didn't have significant impact on response time. The cumulative average showed in a small box on the right side of Dick's screen. Less than two seconds.

Bridget leaned on Dick's back, her breasts against the back of his arm. "Response time looks terrific."

Dick beamed. These results were awesome. 

Bridget couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She spun Dick around and hugged him tight. He felt her breasts pillow against his lower chest. As close as they were, there was no way she wouldn't detect his-

"Mr. Treyshun! Is that what I think it is?" She ran her hand down his chest, across his stomach and along the length of his bloated cock. "For me?" She cooed. "Oooh, its a big one."

The opening of the door caused a cool breeze. Gwen stuck her head into the utility room. "What are you doing?"

Bridget unwrapped herself from Dick. "I'm so sorry. I was just so pleased the results, it was kind of spontaneous."

Gwen folded her arms and scowled. "We've got a lot of work to do before we celebrate, got it? "

Dick and Bridget nodded.

"However, I'm pleased with today's results." She smiled. "I'm going to release these workers back to their normal duties." Gwen turned to leave. 

Bridget blurted, "It can be better."

"Huh?" Dick was shocked. They'd beat their target, and the screen reported 100% correct data. What could be better? Was Bridget crazy?

"We can lower the response time," Bridget continued. "Let Dick make a change to his algorithm, and retest."

Dick had no idea how to make a change that would yield better results. But how could he contradict his partner, especially a consultant and Gwen's colleague?

Gwen gave both of them a hard stare. "Okay, as long as we've got the clerks here, and you can make the change quickly."

"Thank you." Bridget's voice was almost a shriek.

Gwen left and closed the door, leaving the pair alone.

"What are you thinking?" Dick waved his hands, whacking his knuckles on the rear wall.

"Change something. Anything!" Bridget paced in an area two-foot square.

Dick brought up the algorithm code on his screen. "There's nothing I can do to make this faster."

"What's this?" Bridget pointed. Her breasts hung on Dick's arm.

"That's the call for an audit of the customer record before the lock is released." This was the epiphany from his shower.

"Put the audit after the lock. That'll speed things up."

Dick wanted to ask, 'Are you nuts?' Instead he said, "That will ruin data integrity."

"There's little chance that the system will have data collisions across over one million records. Just do it."

Dick cut the code for the audit logic and pasted it after the lock was released for that record. With a few commands, the test system was updated with the new version.

With Gwen in the doorway of the conference room, Bridget went back out and told the clerks that they'd be doing the exact same tasks, in the same order, and asked them to do them at the same pace. Then she returned to the utility room.

"You're taller, so you should stand behind me. Start the test."

Dick had to lean forward to type in the commands, pressing him against Bridget's back. As the test started, Bridget reached behind and unzipped his pants. "What are you doing?"

"Its just a simulation. We're not really going to have sex. But I haven't been home for weeks, and a girl gets horny."

She pulled her skirt up to her hips. Dick's cotton-covered cock aimed at the gap between her spread legs. 

This was a classic dry hump, like Dick had performed numerous times in high school, before he learned just how much better it felt naked, with body fluids for lubrication. "Like this?" Dick jabbed at Bridget's panty-covered pussy with increased enthusiasm. Was this what the STRIP students did?

"That's right, give me that big cock of yours." Bridget unzipped her sweater and brought one of Dick's hands to her chest. His fingers hesitantly palmed one of her bra-covered breasts, which was too large to hold in its entirety. God, it felt good. Dick glanced out at the clerks. They were all at a standstill, having words with each other. The screen status on his laptop showed that the final results were completely invalid, and the response time was three digits and rising. Evidently, many of the simulated transactions were blocked by others, in what was called a deadly embrace. And if Gwen found them like this, their embrace would be deadly for both of them. Dick pulled back, stuffed his cock into his pants and closed his fly. Bridget pulled her skirt down just as Gwen stormed in. "What kind of change did you make?"

"It was my fault." Bridget tried to be casual as she zipped up her sweater. "Dick told me what change to make, and I messed up. Dick's original algorithm was perfect. I shouldn't have pressed to change perfection."

Gwen unfolded her arms. Her coworker had accepted blame. "Well, I guess there's no real harm done. I'll explain to the clerks and give them the rest of the day off with pay. It'll cost a few bucks, but keep our reputation intact. Now, clean up in here and let's prepare for the detailed design meetings."

Dick looked down and noticed that his shirt tale was caught in his fly. Shit! Had Gwen noticed? 

Bridget left the room without saying a word. Had he screwed up with her? Damn, and his cock was still hard, with no relief in sight. He poked the shirt material in and rezipped before returning to his office.

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Dick wanted to stay in his office for the rest of the day with the door closed, but there was work to be done. He, Gwen, Bridget and a half dozen others painstakingly reviewed the detailed design specifications. It was tedious and boring for Dick, who'd authored the bulk of the material. Several times, Dick almost face-planted into his coffee cup. The stale air in the conference room didn't help. Dick tried to make eye contact with Bridget, but she kept her face in the paper documents on the table in front of her. And every time they took a break, Gwen monopolized Bridget's attention, so Dick never had a chance to speak to the woman who'd pretended to fuck him.

After facing a review of documents that he'd written, rewritten and published, Dick glanced at the clock and sighed. The day was over. 

On the way to the elevator, Dick looked into Bridget's office. Gwen was at Bridget's desk. "Hey Dick, good work today. We're going to gain some momentum now, after the simulation and the design review-' She paused. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"Were you looking for Bridget?"

"Yeah, there was something-"

"I interrupted you, didn't I?" Gwen stood and came around the desk. "Is something going on, between you two?"

"No!" Dick hadn't meant to shout, only to be firm of conviction. "I mean, no." Dick felt his face getting hot.

"Good." Gwen leaned back against the desk. "Co-workers can sometimes get involved on projects like this. A lot of emotion when you're doing a project, and sometimes that spills over. Know what I mean? It never works out well, I assure you." She closed the gap and put one hand on Dick's shoulder. "I figure if we pull this off, you're likely to get promoted, at least that's the way your senior executes are talking."

"Really?"

Gwen nodded. Her breasts wobbled a bit under her blouse. "You've got a bright future. Don't screw it up. Just keep up the good work, and I'll leave out of my reports any minor incidents that came to my attention today. Minor incidents that will stop immediately. Do we understand each other?"

Dick nodded, trying desperately to keep his eyes on Gwen's face.

"Excellent. Have a good evening."

Dick walked out. Behind him, he heard Gwen whisper, "Just my luck to get a tit-man."

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Dick didn't know who would be home. Cassi, if he was lucky and she'd come to terms with her indiscretions with Rod. Bethany if he wanted to get lucky and laid. Penny and Rod, with whom he was obligated to have a serious discussion about their sexual activities the previous night. He barely had the energy to turn the key in the lock, let alone all of these complications.

"Hello?" he shouted. No response. Dick sighed. Perhaps he'd have a few minutes to relax before-

"Daddy?" It was Penny's voice, from upstairs. 

Dick trudged up the stairs. 

Penny was wearing a tank top and skirt. "I'm glad you're home. We have to have a serious discussion."

Dick plopped down on Rod's bed. "That's for sure." He took a deep breath. "About last night-"

Penny sat on her bed, facing him. "I spoke to my counselor today. I don't think I'm going to apply to college."

"What?" With her grades, Penny was a shoo-in for any school she chose. "What about your plans?"

"And I've notified the cheerleading coach I'll be quitting." Penny's face was dead serious.

"Penny! I know things have been difficult for the squad, but why would you-"

"And the Math Club, too. All of my activities. My counselor said he wouldn't make any of these permanent until he spoke to you or Mom, and I'd have to talk with the school psychologist."

Dick was almost in shock. "Why would you do this? It's completely self-destructive."

"No, it's just the opposite. After I see the psychologist, she's sure to recommend me for STRIP. Then I can get the same physical stimulation and sexual training that Rod's been getting." She looked deep into her father's eyes. "At school and at home."

Dick was flabbergasted. "Is that what all of these changes is about? To prove you deserves to be in STRIP?"

"A lot of the cheerleaders are going to do the same thing." Penny examined her fingernails.

"Penny, this is crazy. You've got a bright future ahead of you, and you're throwing it away for some trivial program-"

Penny leaped from her bed. "It's not trivial. The STRIP kids get all of the attention."

"So this is ego-driven? You and the other cheerleaders aren't the focal point anymore?"

"It's more than that. Why shouldn't I get what Rod is getting?" She stood defiant, hands on hips.

Dick almost said, 'Last night, you got it at least twice.' Instead, he asked, "So what can I do to change you mind? Some kind of compensation, perhaps?" Dick would have been willing to empty his savings to prevent his daughter from making a tragic mistake. "Another shopping spree?"

"No, Daddy." She took a step closer. "I want you to make love to me. You probably heard Rod and me last night. It was good - really good - but I know we can be awesome. I know you desire me. I felt your erection when I was in the shower. And I'm at least as pretty as Bethany."

"Much prettier." Dick wanted to take that back, but the horse was out of the barn. At least his penis was still in his pants, but inflating. "I thought you and Bethany had devices to take care of yourselves." If that was the case, why did Bethany keep coming to him for relief? Bad argument.

"You mean this?" Penny leaned over. Her ass almost peeked out from beneath the short skirt. She pulled her purple dildo from beneath her pillow. "This isn't as good as the real thing. Last night, I found that out. And Bethany's known ever since you and her-Ó She choked up.

It was obviously difficult for Penny to deal with his sexual liaisons with her best friend. "The situation between Rod and your mother boiled over. She practically had a nervous breakdown over it. And you want the same for us? No way, for your own good!"

Penny swallowed a sob. "When you and mom got married, you said you'd treat us like responsible grown-ups and that you'd treat us equal. Rod told me how Mom prepared him for STRIP, but you deny me. Don't you want me to be successful?"

"Yes, but-"

"And what Mom did worked! God, Bethany says she has to fight through other girls to get close to Rod. He's always surrounded. He's so popular now. And I'm a nobody."

"You're not a nobody. You're smart and pretty-"

"But not desirable. You don't have to put it in for me to get aroused." She put her hands behind her back, which thrust her breasts forward.

"No?"

"Bethany told me that the STRIP participants had their first genital contact this week. They called it a cameltoe slide."

"I know the maneuver. Highly susceptible to failure - of penetration, that is."

"So you won't do it with me?"

Dick didn't want to upset his daughter, but he didn't want to expand the sexual tsunami that was drowning his family and spilling over into friends and acquaintances. "No, it's for the best." Dick stood to leave.

"Wait. If you won't help me, then at least stay and watch." Penny pulled off her shirt. Either she was wearing a bra that was too small or her breasts were still growing. The skirt came off easily. In bra and panties, Penny was every red-blooded male's wet dream. Dick held his breath as Penny popped the bra, which flew at him like a wounded bird. She laid back on her bed and raised her legs to slide off her panties. She spread her legs wide, to show off her pussy. "This is how I've been taking care of myself." Her purple dildo traversed her breasts, poking at her nipples, which stood up proud. Then it slid down her belly and back and forth across her labia. "Rod was really gentle, you know? He really cares for me." Penny's moisture painted the plastic, preparing it for insertion, which happened with one thrust. Penny's hips lurched off the mattress. "And he was really hard. As hard as you are, probably." She pounded the plastic penis in and out, moaning, almost crying out. "Oh God. Oh God. I've gotta cum. You could be helping me, you know? You could be helping your daughter." She changed to a two-handed grip. "Mom helped Rod. You helped Brittany. Why won't you help me?"




STRIP Ch. 07



A part of Dick, the part between his legs, was willing and able, but his mind kept him seated, an observer. "It's wrong, baby. So wrong."

Penny changed the tempo to long strokes and a bunch of short ones. One hand wielded the dildo while the other rubbed across her pussy, stimulating her clit. "Oh God. Oh God. I'm so close. Touch me, Daddy. Put me over."

Dick grasped Rod's blanket and sheets in both hands, preventing him from crossing the room and exploring his daughter's naked body.

"Ahhhhhh!" Penny crossed her thighs around the dildo, continuing her onslaught.

Dick couldn't stand it, stood and stormed out of the room. Would his lack of action ruin his daughter's life? Helping Rod messed up Cassi really bad. Was there any reasonable course of action? Fucking Bethany and Sandy were hardly reasonable, but they served logical purposes. Bethany had become a much better STRIP participant, and Sandy gave Dick a Cassi-authorized sex partner. At least, Sandy claimed she was authorized, and Dick hadn't complained.

On his way down the stairs, Dick heard Penny's orgasmic wail, not unlike the sound he'd heard the previous night. Did she cry, "Daddy!'? He made his way to the futon and sat, hands clasped. What was he going to do now, that he'd been successful in avoiding sex with his daughter? And what would she do? Penny was a willful young lady. Who could predict-

Penny stumbled down the stairs, dressed in top and skirt, grabbed a coat from the hall closet and burst out the front door, slamming it behind her. The door opened a moment later as Rod came through. "Why did Penny call you names? Did you do something?"

"I did nothing, which was worse in her opinion." Dick thought about sex, and then about Bridget and their pretend fucking. He needed to clear the air with her, make sure things were okay, or they'd forever be walking on eggs at the office. "Come on, you're going with me."

Rod waved his arms. "But I have homework and -"

"That can wait. I need you as a witness." Dick grabbed his son's elbow and practically dragged him towards the door.

"For what? What are you going to do?"

"You'll see." Dick opened the door to the garage. "Get in."

Rod went around to the other side of Dick's car. "Sounds mysterious, but okay."

Dick drove at unreasonable speeds towards his office, to the rental building just down the block where his company had provided apartments for Gwen and Bridget.

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Outside the warehouse-turned-apartment building, Dick took a slip of paper from his pocket, listing the addresses and phone numbers of the project team. Bridget's phone number, her cell, was near the top, just below his. Dick pondered being on top of Bridget. His cock pulsed. Shit, thoughts like that will only get me in trouble. He dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Dick. You busy?"

"Why, no! What do you have in mind?"

"Can I come up?"

"You're here? I'm not dressed for company. The place is a mess. I don't have anything in the fridge-"

"Don't worry. We'll be up in a minute."

Dick hung up before Bridget could react to 'we' instead of 'I'.

The elevator took them to seven. Dick led the way to 713. "Now just stay close and keep your mouth shut. No matter what you hear. Got it?" Dick punched his son's shoulder gently.

"Got it."

Dick knocked and Bridget opened the door. "Hi." Her head ping-ponged from face to face. "Hello. Who's this? Don't tell me - your son?"

"Right. Bridget, this is Rod."

She sported a puzzled expression but extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Rod, this is Bridget. She's a consultant working with me."

Rod shook her hand, his face in shock.

"Come on in." Bridget's breasts bounced around under her grey sweatshirt as she turned to lead them in.

How had she been dressed when Dick called? He tried not to think about the feel of her body. "I came to apologize for earlier. I got carried away."

Bridget's buttock's swayed in the sweatpants. "I'm the one who unzipped you and forced your hand into my sweater." 

Rod muttered, "Oh man!"

Bridget turned around, her face red. "Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have said that." Her lips formed a twisted smile. Was this some kind of payback?

Dick stared daggers at his son. "Gwen and I had a chat. She's not going to mention what she saw-"

"Or what her fertile imagination made up." Bridget stood next to an oversized window, a remaining artifact from the original warehouse design.

"In either case, we're clear as long as we behave."

Bridget walked up to Dick and pressed her body against his. "But I don't want to behave. I know you find me attractive. And I'm over a thousand miles from my fiancee. We're both adults and horny." She glanced at Rod, who stood silent. "Your son knows what I mean."

"Leave Rod out of this. Yes I find you sexually appealing, but I don't have sex with every attractive woman I meet." Just Bethany and Sandy, thought Dick.

Bridget backed off and folded her arms. "Did you bring sonny boy here for some sex ed or as a chaperone?"

"The latter, to keep an eye on me. I really need to get my act together." Dick paced back and forth. "My wife walked out after an unfortunate set of circumstances, partially my fault. If you and I had sex, it would further complicate an already messy family situation. And don't think it wouldn't affect our careers as well."

Bridget flailed her arms. "So what am I supposed to do? Pick up strangers on the street for one-nighters? Or lay off sex and sublimate with food? Given how strong my sexual needs are, I'd eat myself out of my wardrobe. Knowing Brandon, he'll call off our engagement if I come back pudgy."

Rod tapped his father on the shoulder. "Uh Dad? I could have sex with Bridget."

Bridget threw back her head and laughed. "You've got to be kidding! No offense kid."

"Hang on," said Dick. "Maybe that's not such a crazy idea. Rod isn't married and his school has a very advanced sex ed program." 

Dick backed away, letting Rod step close to Bridget. "Can I kiss you?"

Bridget looked at Dick's face before answering. "Sure. Give it your best shot."

Dick watched his son go to work on his work colleague. In moments, her arms surrounded Rod, her small body pressed against him.

They broke off to breathe. Bridget's eyes were wide. "Wow! Brandon doesn't kiss that good."

Rod slid a hand up her sweatshirt. "No bra?"

"I was in my undies when your father called. I took them off and threw on these sweats so I could get naked quickly. What are you doing now?"

Rod's hand roamed Bridget's chest. "You've got hard nipples. Just like my sister."

"You've touched your sister's breasts? Dick, what kind of family do you have?"

"A sexual one, that's for sure."

Rod slid his hand down, out of her top into her pants. 

"Oh god. Are you trying to get me off with your fingers?" She pulled his hand out. "Come with me." Bridget led Rod to the bedroom. She reached between his legs. "Mmmm, feels like father like son."

Rod didn't hesitate. He tossed off his shirt and slipped out of his pants. Bridget joined him, pulling the sweatshirt over her head. God what round breasts she had. Rod was right. Her nipples were pointy and hard like his daughters. Rod tugged her sweatpants off. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and she had a small pubic rise above her cunt. She laid back on the bed and beckoned Rod to join her. He climbed between her thighs. Dick couldn't see penetration but he heard Bridget react when Rod's cock entered. "Oohhhhhhh. You're so hard."

"It's easy get an erection when I'm with a beautiful woman like you."

Dick was jealous. He would have preferred fucking Bridget himself, but he knew where that would lead. Surreptitious meetings in equipment rooms or closets. Stealthy sexual glances shared at meetings. Gwen dismissing Bridget and ratting him out to his management. Nope, this was antagonizing but better in the long run. When you're in a hole, stop digging. Sex with Bridget was a backhoe.

Bridget smothered Rod with kisses. Her hands roamed his back and his ass. Rod rocked back and forth. Each lunge caused an audible response from Bridget, interrupting their kissing. Her legs tried to wrap around his thighs but they were too short to reach. Rod leaned up on his arms, licked and sucked her nipples without missing a stroke.

"That's right, little man, nurse on me. You're a great student. God, this could be the best fuck I've ever had!"

"So you'd give me an A?"

"Fuckin' A!" she cried.

Bridget tilted her hips with each plunge.  "Oh you beautiful man. Fuck me. Keep fucking me. Font stop fucking meeeee-"

Rod leaned forward. He was cuming, spraying inside her pussy. They held that position for what seemed to be a long time. Then Rod rolled off but laid beside her. They both panted to catch their breath. Rod's cock was slippery wet with traces of cum. Bridget's labia were spread with a trickle of semen leaking out.

"Enjoy the show daddy?" Bridget asked.

Dick folded his arms. "The question is did you enjoy it?"

"Are you blind and deaf?" She rolled to her side and kissed Rod's cheek. "He was awesome." She bent one leg, her exercised pussy on display.

"So were you." Rod turned his head towards Bridget. "Much better than-

His son was about to spill the beans about sex with his wife and daughter. "Rod, you don't have to share our dirty laundry-"

Bridget gave Dick another puzzled look, and then asked her lover, "You were about to say?"

Rod shot his Dad a glance. "Oh yeah, we're all so juicy, we have to change the sheets after sex."

"All? You mean, you all have sex with each other?" Bridget sat up on her haunches.

"No." Dick had been successful in avoiding Penny. "You've heard more than enough about my family."

Bridget patted Rod's thigh. "So can you come over once in a while, sonny?" She tickled his stomach with her fingertips.

Rod was nodding until Dick spoke up. "You must be kidding!"

"Hell no. For sex like this, I'd even pay."

"My son is no male hooker." Dick was trying to be nice.

"I know men. You played hard-to-get and succeeded. Your son was just playing hard, and he did that to perfection."

Given Cassi's reaction to sex with her son, he was curious about Bridget's attitude. "So, how do you feel? I mean, having sex with Rod while being engaged and all?"

"Fine. Brandon and I have an arrangement. Since I travel so much, we're allowed a limited number of 'extracurricular experiments.' I'm counting Rod here as one, but I'm under my limit. If Gwen hadn't shown up, you would have fucked me right there in the observation room, and that would have made two. Still under my limit, by the way."

"That's a really liberated attitude. But if I'd fucked you, I wouldn't have brought Rod along on this visit. Besides, we were just simulating remember?"

"There's nothing like the real thing." She leaned over Rod's torso and licked his semi-erect penis. It began to inflate.

"Are you still horny?" Rod asked.

Bridget sucked the head of his cock. "Mmmfffff."

Rod pulled Bridget off his cock. "Get on your hands and knees. We practiced this in class."

"In class?" Bridget assumed the position. "What kind of school are you going to?"

Rod got behind her and slipped his penis into Bridget's wet and open cunt. "I'm in a special program."

"For young men with talented cocks, I suppose." Bridget pushed back, assisting in the rocking motion. "I never practiced sex in schooooooo-"

"Dad, you have to feel her tits." Rod had both of Bridget's breasts in his hands. His fingers groping their mass. "She's so firm. Firmer than Bethany."

Dick reluctantly came around in front of his coworker. He'd already touched one breast but while she wore a bra. He palmed the one Rod released. "Yes, you're right." Dick made sure her nipple rubbed across his palm.

"Who's Bethany?" Bridget was moving faster, thumping her ass against Rod's abs.

"My girlfriend."

"And how do you know what Bethany's breasts feel like, Dick?"

Dick stuttered.

Rod spoke up. "Dad and Bethany are having sex. I figured he'd touched them at least once."

"You're fucking you son's girlfriend?" Bridget's fucking motions got more exaggerated. 

It seemed that talking about sex was getting Bridget even more excited. "It's complicated."

"And you lectured me about sex outside a relationship? Talk about the potbelly calling the kettle black."

"It makes sense, really, since I can't," Rod explained. "Dad takes care of her for me."

"Well, I'm a witness that you certainly can. God, you're doing a great job, please don't stop."

"We're not talking ability." Dick's cock was hard as a rock. "There are rules about student behavior. Rod can't fuck a classmate."

"Good thing I'm no longer in school. God, you're terrific."

Rod humped hard. "Thanks. You're pretty good yourself." Sweat from Rod's chest sprayed Bridget's back.

Dick was still standing in front of the coupled couple. He'd never watched another couple fucking. Bridget pawed at Dick's crotch bulge. With deft fingers, she unzipped his pants. "All of this is making you hot, right?"

Dick didn't have to answer. His erection spoke volumes. Bridget opened her mouth inhaled his cock. Her tongue wagged around. Dick's hips moved gently. He didn't want to choke her, and he couldn't predict how she'd take to a throat fuck. Until she tilted her head and retracted her tinsels. His cock went deeper. She snorted breaths from her nose like a hose at a gallop. Rod was riding her from behind, Dick from in front. She pulled back her head. "You guys ever double team a woman before?"

"Un ugh. This is our first." Rod reared his head back, gasping for breath.

"Well then, I'm honored. Maybe you can cum at the same time. Wouldn't that be special?"

She put Dick's cock back in her mouth and opened her throat for the front attack. She brought a hand up behind Dick's scrotum and tickled, just behind his balls. 

They contracted at her touch. He was going to shoot off, and soon, but had no sense of Rod's level of stimulation. "The hell with it. Dick pressed hard and spurted down Bridget's throat. He withdrew so she could take a breath and swallow and not choke.

"Oh God. This is so hot! I took you for an active guy the first time I met you. Like they say, father knows best. Oh, shit! And sonny boy knows even better!"

Rod's hands squeezed Bridget's tits hard as he pushed as far forward as he could. He growled and shook. He'd cum again, this one hard fought. Rod fell to the side, exhausted. Bridget fell face forward, her body completely relaxed. 

Dick waited for them to recover. How would he ever keep them apart, after what they'd experienced with each other? It was like him and Bethany. He couldn't stay away.

Bridget rolled to the side and sat up. "That was awesome. Really."

Dick frowned. He'd hooked his son up with a woman with as extreme a desire for sex as himself. And, a co-worker to boot.

Bridget fetched her sweats and got dressed. That was the clue for Rod to do the same. Dick merely zipped up.

Bridget put her hand on Dick's shoulder. "You won't have to worry about any repeat performances. I'll put in my request for a transfer on Monday."

"You'd do that?" asked Dick.

"Aw, shit." Rod banged the mattress with his hand.

"Now, sonny, there are plenty of young women who'd die for a chance at that prick of yours. No, this is the right time for me to leave. I was going to do it sooner rather than later anyway. Gwen sees me as highly competent, an up and come-er." She wiped a dab of jizz from her lip. "And therefore as competition. She'll be happy to reassign me." Bridget smiled at Rod like a stuffed animal.

Bridget had been stuffed by both of us, and an animal in bed. "But how will the project go on without you?"

"My strengths are planning, strategy and design. Your company will want someone with implementation and testing creeds for the next phase. Why, they might take you off the project too, now that the design is done. Kind of like losing your baby."

Dick thought about how grown up Rod and Penny had become. Self-assured, physically mature, and sexually active. Dick was losing his two babies. I need Cassi back, to complete me, he thought.

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### An Original H M Tale ###

Dick has avoided his daughter Penny, so far. And, he barely escaped his co-worker Bridget. Rod got the privilege. But where did Penny go? And will Cassi ever come home? 

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STRIP Ch. 08



Chapter Eight -- CrossOver

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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This is Chapter Eight of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

Sandy: Cassi's best friend

Venka Chaudri: Bethany's father

Indira Chaudri: Bethany's mother

In Chapter Seven, Dick had a close call with consultant co-worker Bridget, who simulated sex while watching a test of his database algorithm. Then at home, Dick watched in awe, unwilling to participate, as Penny got herself to orgasm with a dildo. Afterwards, she ran out of the house, fuming. Anxious to clear things up with Bridget but wanting a witness, Dick dragged Rod along to Bridget's apartment, where she professed to be horny, away from her fiancŽe for weeks at a time. Rod substituted for reluctant Dad, much to Bridget's pleasure, although she did give Dick a blowjob while fucking Rod for a second time.

This chapter picks up after Chapter Seven, following Penny after she left her house in humiliation. The first major scene follows Penny. The second scene stays with Dick.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Just as Penny leaned on the doorbell of Bethany's house, the door opened. Bethany and her mother seemed to be leaving.

"Pen, what are you doing here?" 

Penny hugged her best friend tight, holding back tears. "Oh Bet, Dad and I had a fight. A big one. I was hoping I could spend some time at your place. Maybe even sleeping over?"

Mrs. Chaudri patted Penny's back. "Of course, child. You did the same for Bethany when she and her father had words."

Bethany, still in the embrace, leaned her head back, to face her best friend. "Why don't you come with us? ÊThere's a new outlet mall and Father says we've got carte blanche to buy me a new wardrobe. A conservative one, naturally."

Mrs. Chaudri nodded, one of those parental acknowledgement nods. "It is part of their compromise."

Penny's eyes were downcast. Mrs. Chaudri would probably let her piggyback on Mr. Chaudri 's generosity and buy some new clothes as well, unconstrained by the conservative edict. Somehow, that wasn't a pleasant idea, after Penny's failed seduction of her father. "I don't feel much like shopping."

"Must have been a bad fight. Why don't you hang here until we get back? It shouldn't be too long. How many long skirts do you think they'll have on the racks anyway?" Bethany smiled.

"Thanks."

The mother and daughter shut the door behind them. Penny hung her coat in the foyer closet. She took a moment to observe the spacious interior. Usually she and Bethany would bolt upstairs to her bedroom suite, consisting of two connected rooms. One had a bed and dressers, plus a walk-in closet almost the size of Penny's and Rod's room. The second room was a study, with a huge desk and bookcases that filled one wall.

Instead, Penny gave herself a tour, wandering from room to room. There seemed to be a separate room for every function: an audio/video room with a television set the size of a wall, a library room filled floor to ceiling with wood shelves containing leather-bound books, and a glass atrium with a ceramic tile floor filled with potted plants.

The whistle of a kettle got Penny's attention. She walked through a vestibule into the kitchen. Someone had put up a porcelain red teakettle. Almost on cue, Bethany's father walked in. As soon as he saw her, he looked away. "Oh, Penelope." 

She hated her official name. "Hey, Mr. Chaudri."

He stared down at the kettle and a large brown mug with a curvy body. "My daughter has gone shopping with my wife. You must have missed them."

"Nope. I saw them leave. I just need a place to chill."

Mr. Chaudri raised his eyes to the ceiling. "Oh, is the house too warm for you? ÊI can adjust the thermostat down."

"It's just an expression. Someplace to hang, away from my family."

"My, my. I am sorry to hear that. Oh yes. Well, make yourself at home." He poured hot water from the kettle over a metal ball on a chain."

"That's cool. My mom uses bags."

Mr. Chaudri grunted a reply. Penny watched him step carefully down a corridor leading to even more rooms. The brewed tea left an unfamiliar aroma behind. She had previously thought about having a talk with Bethany's dad about his attitudes regarding STRIP. Hadn't Bethany said he'd tried to file a lawsuit or something? Penny decided this was her opportunity. 

She followed the stone floor and the tea smell until she came to a room with an open door. Mr. Chaudri was at an enormous desk, with stacks of papers neatly placed at even intervals. "Whatcha doing?"

He didn't raise his face from the papers in front of him. "I am reviewing some briefings from my work."

What was wrong? Penny thought she was dressed pretty hot. "You know, it's not very nice to not look at someone when you're talking to them."

Mr. Chaudri shuffled papers on his desk, initialing the corners as he went. "I apologize, but I cannot look upon you."

Penny had never met anyone, male or female, who wouldn't take a second glance at her hot bod if given the chance. Whole stadiums full had the pleasure every weekend. "Why not?"

"It is the way you are dressed. Too much of your body is exposed."

Boy, was he ever ancient and rude! "Really? ÊDo you live in the real world?"

"What do you mean? ÊEvery person lives in the real world. Your question is silly." He licked his finger and turned the page.

"If you walk down the street, you're going to see people dressed like this." She pushed her shoulders back, to accentuate the point and her nipples behind the fabric.

"Yes, of course. And I would look elsewhere. But I would not be in this specific situation."

A light bulb came on in Penny's head. "Like, alone?"

His reply was an exhale. "Precisely."

"Its not a sin to look." ÊPenny wasn't going to share that her father had gone way beyond looking or even touching with Bethany. ÊÊ"You can't tell me you haven't looked at women on the street, right? ÊOnes with tight tops and short skirts?" She was describing herself. Penny saw Mr. Chaudri's eyes dart toward her, taking a stolen glance.

"Perhaps, occasionally, when it couldn't be avoided."

"Just once, look at my face. Not my body."

Mr. Chaudri tilted his chin up. Their eyes met. 

"Was that so terrible?" she asked.

"No. But it remains difficult to prevent my eyes from wandering-Ó He slapped his arm across his face, blocking his vision.

Penny's curiosity overrode her better judgment. She mustered the guts to ask, "Why did you make it so difficult for Bethany, when she was invited into STRIP?"

Mr. Chaudri lifted a bundle of papers, which helped block him from seeing Penny. "To protect her. She is quite vulnerable. I know where these things lead."

Penny's father had been vulnerable to Bethany's charms, not the other way around. Reality was the opposite of what Mr. Chaudri thought, but Penny couldn't say a word. He seemed so sure. "You know this, from experience?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact." ÊHis lip quivered.

Penny made a guess. Ê"Someone close to you had a bad experience?"

Mr. Chaudri dropped the papers and pressed his face into his hands. "It was me!" Penny heard sobs. 

Full blown crying by a grown man? "What happened? It must have been terrible."

Mr. Chaudri did not reply. He was too busy weeping.

Penny got up and stood next to her best friend's father. ÊShe put a hand on his shoulder, as a sign of support. It was awkward to comfort him while standing, so Penny sat in his lap and hugged him. ÊAt first he struggled, attempting to dislodge her. His efforts were ineffective because every time his hands touched her bare skin, he pulled them back. She hugged him tight, pressing his head against her chest. Penny's motives started out as selfless, but gradually she realized how good it felt to hold him. She stroked his back. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Mr. Chaudri was getting excited. Penny felt the lump under her butt. His crying wound down into stuttered breathing. "Better?"

Mr. Chaudri pulled away from the embrace, eyes still shut tight. "I am trying to save Bethany from harmful situations." His chest shook as he sighed. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. ÊYou seemed to need a hug." She pulled him back to her chest.

He resisted. "No, not that, although you must get off my lap immediately."

Penny was excited about getting Mr. Chaudri aroused. Still, she stood up and immediately plopped down onto the desk, directly in front of him. "Okay?" In case he opened his eyes, Penny kept her knees apart.

He nodded. "I have already told you too much. Perhaps you should wait upstairs in Bethany's room. There are many things there to keep you occupied."

Penny thought about Bethany's matching purple dildo. It had given her some satisfaction, but nothing close to Rod's cock. "I'd rather stay down here with you. Something is obviously bothering you, and it's affecting you. Bethany is my best friend, and she doesn't deserve being punished because of something that happened to you."

His dark face was redder. "I am not punishing her. Precisely the opposite. I mean for no harm to come to my daughter." 

"Neither do I! So maybe we can talk about it? I mean, why you're doing what you do. Because in their own way, your actions are hurting Bethany."

"I would never do that."

"Then talk to me. Please, for Bethany's sake."

Mr. Chaudri's eyebrows danced. "I have never told the story to anyone, even my wife. It is an embarrassment I will never overcome."

"Please? You've had this bottled up inside for a long time. You have to get it out." Penny surveyed his crotch. Yes, definitely an erection. "Please, for your own good, and Bethany's?"

"All right, if you insist." He took a deep breath and exhaled. "In college, I was forced to have sexual intercourse with a fellow student."

"Wow! But hey, if you were forced, then it's not your fault. Is that all?"

His voice lowered to a whisper. "She became pregnant. By me."

Penny was shocked. "What happened? Did she get an abortion, or did she have the baby?"

"I never learned. She moved away, and I never heard from her. I may have a son or daughter out in the world that I have never met. And ever since that incident, I have had extreme difficulty having sexual relations."

Since he had made Mrs. Chaudri pregnant, he wasn't a total loss in bed. "You're just feeling guilty, and that's giving you performance anxiety. That's a topic they covered in STRIP. Rod told me all about it." Penny's father and brother had no such malady, given their recent female conquests.

Mr. Chaudri hummed. "So, my daughter has learned about this in the abstract? Unfortunately I live with it, in what you call the real world."

"Yes, but there are treatments." Penny made that up, to give Mr. Chaudri some hope.

"Really? What is involved?" he asked.

Penny didn't expect a direct query. She fell back to generalizations. "Lots of men suffer from it. You just need a bit of confidence." Ironic, since that what STRIP gave Bethany and Rod, despite Mr. Chaudri's objection. Penny invented a line of reasoning. "Do it right once, and you'll be cured." With me.

"I have done it, perhaps not well, since that incident, and still I suffer. The memories-"

This was Penny's opening, to get Mr. Chaudri's penis into her opening. "An effective therapy has the patient - that's you - reliving the incident, but taking alternative actions, to defeat the bad memories. Are you up for it?" Penny hoped that Mr. Chaudri would keep it up. She was ready to play the coed he'd fucked in college.

Mr. Chaudri's sigh tossed Penny's blond hair. "I will start, but if I find the recounting too difficult, I may end prematurely." He slumped back in the oversized leather swivel chair.

As long as that didn't include premature ejaculation. "Go on. I'll just sit here and listen."

Mr. Chaudri began his story in a flat monotone. "In college, I was not very social. But in my senior year, when I had given up hope of ever joining a social organization, I was invited to a fraternity party by a classmate named Roger. They were interested having me join. There was only the small matter of some initiation and I would be able to wear the pin and perhaps even move into the house itself, if a vacancy occurred."

Something was fishy about this story. Why would they choose Mr. Chaudri in his senior year? "And you'd tried before?"

"Yes. I had been rejected many times, with different houses. There was always some excuse. This one seemed to appreciate my intelligence and educational diligence, clearly demonstrated by three years of outstanding results."

The crotch of Mr. ChaudriÕs pants was standing out. "Good for you. So?"

"The night before initiation there was a huge party. There was much alcohol and I was urged to circulate and meet as many individuals as I could. Strangers kept refilling my glass."

"Had you ever drunk before?"

"Only wine, with dinner at my parents. All of the important students were there. Athletes. Academic scholars. Even a few professors.

It was a very long party. ÊIt went on for hours. ÊI needed to lean against walls and furniture to remain on my feet. As I attempted to leave, they told me I needed to participate in a fraternity tradition. There were three young men and four women. They told me they required me for even teams. I was escorted into the basement. We sat around an old mattress. One of the young men announced that we would be playing charades."

"Sounds harmless." Where was this going?

"It was a variety called Strip Charades. You know this game?"

Aha! "I can guess. Loser takes off a piece of clothes?"

"Correct. If no one guessed your phrase then you had to take off an article of clothing. And I seemed to pick impossible phrases. Obscure quotes with long words. As you might expect, I was down to my boxer shorts very quickly."

Penny had a flash of inspiration. "Do it."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes, just like that night."

"That is outrageous! Is it not enough that I am talking to you about this episode in my life? Do you really want me to reenact it with you?"

"What about role play don't you understand? It's for your own good. You've been living with this for a long time, and you need to get past it." Penny changed her tone from chastising to mellow. "When I tell Bethany about something that happened to me, it reinforces the feelings. But, if I role play with her, then I get to correct the errors, and I feel better." They'd never done that, but an example was necessary to build Mr. Chaudri's belief. "So, what do you have to lose? And you can keep your eyes shut. Maybe that'll help you remember-"

"I will have no problem remembering. It is burned into my mind like a branding iron burns flesh." Mr. Chaudri stood up. "Are you sure this works for you."

"Every time." A big lie, but one that would soon put Bethany's Dad's cock inside her. Fair was fair.

Mr. Chaudri's took off his shirt slowly. "I lost my shirt first."

"Nice chest hair. All curly and thick."

"Thank you." His hands toyed with his belt buckle. "Are you certain-"

"Yes!" Penny hadn't meant to holler, but she was getting hornier by the minute. Mr. Chaudri let his pants fall to the floor. "Can you get them off yourself, or do you need any help?"

"They seem to be tangled in my shoes."

"No problem." Penny knelt down to help. In that position, she got a good look at the size of his erection, pushing at the front of his boxers. Not as big as Rod or her father but big enough to enjoy. She got back on his desk. "Then what?"

"When we were one article of clothing away from exposing ourselves, we were informed about one of the rules. Each teamÕs weakest player had to perform on the mattress. I didn't understand what they meant. Nudity nor intimacy had never been mentioned, although my future fraternity brothers were taking physical liberties with their female companions all over the house."

"They meant, have sex? In front of everybody?" Penny's pussy creamed at the thought.

"Precisely, except they called it a special joint performance. ÊMy team chose me for the logical reason that I'd been playing terribly. The other team picked a young woman in the same predicament. I recognized her from my advanced classes. She was quite bright and healthy academic competition for me, although very plain. She hadn't even attempted a guess during the whole game."

"Did you think she was sexually attractive?" Penny wondered if she turned him on.

"Not really, except for one feature." Mr. Chaudri coughed. "She had had exceptionally hard nipples."

Penny lifted her shirt. "Like these?" Ê

Mr. Chaudri opened his eyes and then snapped them shut. "Oh my goodness! Yes, almost exactly like those."

Penny smiled. Perhaps seeing her naked would push Mr. Chaudri over the edge. 

He cleared his throat, and then continued the story. "They led me and that young roman onto the mattress standing up. We were told to hug and then kiss."

"Okay." She slid off the desk. Papers skittered in all directions, some falling to the floor. Penny wrapped her arms around her best friend's dad.

"Oh my. You're doing what I said."

"Right." She kissed his lips but he wasn't not suspecting the engagement despite her warning. "So what did she do?

"She trembled in my arms. I felt terrible. And nervous."

"So, what if she had been more comfortable in your arms, nuzzling close to you?"

"That would have been better."

"Okay, so here's where we make the first change." Penny held him close. His chest hair tickled but his erection held great promise for a fulfilling fuck. "How does this feel?"

"Oh, much better than that night. But other conditions are different. We have no audience, and I am more experienced."

Maybe not so much. "Good, I'm glad to hear this is working for you. What happened next?"

"They forced me to suckle her breasts, as if I was a baby."

Penny pointed a breast at Mr. Chaudri's face. His lips tentatively touched the nipple. "Oooohhhhh yes! Suck it harder."

Mr. Chaudri inhaled sharply, and then pulled back. "I should not have done that."

"You did fine. Better than fine." Penny's pussy was even wetter, almost to the point of leaking on his hardwood desk. "So after that, what happened?"

"It soon became clear that they expected us to perform sexual intercourse."

"Really?" Finally!

"Yes! ÊAnd there I was, uninformed about the process."

"You were a virgin?"

"Yes. And I learned later, so was she. My fraternity brothers and her sorority sisters were taunting us, laughing at us. When they had us lay down, me over her, we were motionless. ÊOne of the other women took hold of my penis-"




STRIP Ch. 08



"Hold on. You still have your underwear on, and we have to get in position. You said lying down? How about if you just move closer to me?"

"All right."

Penny tugged his boxers over his hips. 

"Oh my goodness. You are seeing me in the nude."

His cock was hard but smaller than Penny desired. Beggars couldn't be choosers. If only her father had fucked her, she wouldn't be here, seducing Mr. Chaudri. "And you could be seeing me too, if you'd open your eyes. Now, you were saying?"

"One of the other women rubbed my penis until it became hard."

Penny's fingers danced along Mr. Chaudri's cock before she took it in her hand. "Just like now."

"I cannot believe you are touching me there." His legs shook. "Oh, that feels much good. ÊAnd one of the men inserted their finger in her vagina. She cried out, pleading to leave."

"Then you should do that with me. Here." She guided his hand between her thighs. "Point one finger." He complied. Penny aimed it at her vagina and slid it between her wet labia. "In and out."

Mr. Chaudri made awkward fucking motions with his finger. "Like this?"

It wasn't very pleasant, but Penny couldn't ruin his spirits, so close to their coupling. "Yes, just like that."

"The group was relentless in their goading and taunting. They were forcing two virgins to have their first sexual encounter in public." 

"But you're not a virgin any more? I mean, you got Mrs. Chaudri pregnant with Bethany?"

"Very true, although-Ó He stopped the finger fuck but left his digit embedded in Penny's pussy.

"What?" More secrets?

"When we decided to have a child, I was concerned about my sexual performance. I am embarrassed to tell you, I froze up. I lay on the bed, covering my eyes. Mrs. Chaudri rode up and down until I ejaculated. Since then, we have not had sexual relations very often. Perhaps six times."

"In like over eighteen years?" Damn, this guy should be hornier than me. "Well, this time, you're going to be the aggressor. There are no frat boys to help you out this time."

"Help me to do what?"

"Have sex with me, of course."

"Oh no. I cannot do that! What would your parents say if they found out?"

My dad would say even swap. "My parents know I am sexually active." His cock was hard and the tip was red, expanding and contracting in anticipation.

"So, you just have to let your body do what it already knows how to do. Besides, this is the crucial part of the role play."

"It is?"

This adult was a dolt. "Yes. Scoot closer. That's right. You should put it in, be in control."

"Should I keep telling you the story?"

His cock was at the threshold. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure." As long as it didn't get in the way of their fucking.

"Through no effort on my part, I became embedded in her."

"Closer. That's right. A little higher." On his own, Mr. Chaudri couldn't get his cock inside Penny, aiming it in every wrong direction. Penny carefully poked and nudged his penis until he was on target. "There! Now put it in!"

Mr. Chaudri jerked his cock forward, meeting Penny's labia, which easily separated. The tip of his cock nestled at her opening. "Am I in?"

"Almost." Penny grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. His cock was hard enough that it didn't slip from its target. "Oooh, yes." It wasn't in deep, but over the threshold. Now fucking could start. "Push a little deeper."

"That time, my body went out of control. I writhed and jerked, sliding all over her."

"Well, you won't do that this time. Move your hips slowly, forward and back, and establish a rhythm."

Mr. Chaudri couldn't stop telling the story. "She pleaded with me, you understand, not to continue, but several hands held me down. They only allowed horizontal movement. My penis had not only penetrated the young woman but I was on the verge of something I'd never experienced. My first orgasm."

"You stopped again. Concentrate on you and me. This is the thing we have to change, right?"

"Yes, of course. I am so sorry. Forward and back, you said?" Mr. Chaudri's movements were hesitant and random, not smooth like Penny's brother. But Penny wasn't anywhere near satisfied. She needed more, much more, and she was going to force Mr. Chaudri to deliver. She called cadence. "Forward. Back. Forward. Back."

Mr. Chaudri did his best to match his movement to Penny's commands. It was better, but too mechanical. Then, without warning, Mr. Chaudri started flailing, bouncing around between Penny's thighs. It was just as he'd described with his co-ed partner. Penny tried to wrap her legs around his waist, to control his movement but he was too strong. Perhaps this was a sexual ritual in his native country, a dance after which he'd fuck her regular.

Mr. Chaudri opened his eyes wide, but they were unfocussed. "I am performing. I am performing." His arms waved in the air, as if he was trying out for her cheerleaders squad. Her legs waved from side to side. It was a miracle that he didn't slip out from her pussy altogether. "I am performingggg-"

As he spread his legs, his torso dropped and his cock slipped from Penny's vagina. A blast of cum shot from his penis, over Penny's head. The next volley hit Penny's face, her chest, and several shuffled stacks of papers still on the desk. More spurts painted her chest and arms. He wasn't stopping. His desk lamp and crystal paperweights got a share of his juices. The last shots fell on Penny's lower belly and his leather chair, which had slid off to the side.

What could she say that wouldn't completely demoralize him? "Wow! ÊThat was really a lot of jizz."

Mr. Chaudri eyes were tired and a bit melancholy. He made no acknowledgement that he was looking at his daughter's best friend, naked. He backed into his leather chair, using it to prop himself up. "I believe both of us have learned important life lessons today. ÊFor myself, I have come to terms with the hazing that was my initiation. And I acknowledge that Bethany is becoming a woman who will one day have sex as a natural part of her life."

Too late. My dad took care of her. Too bad he won't help me. "Good. Very good."

Mr. Chaudri posed with his arms crossed on the backrest, his deflated cock dripping on the Oriental rug. "What have you learned?"

"Me?" Penny couldn't lie and tell him he was a good lay, even though she had only one partner to compare him to. "I've learned that I don't need STRIP to get confidence." She's already learned that, but it was a safe comment.

"That is certain. Tell me the truth. Has Bethany become a better person from the STRIP program?"

Certainly more confident and more sexual. "I think so. Yeah. Just look and you'll see it for yourself."

"I will do so. I only hope that for her first time, she has someone who cares for her, and is gentle."

My dad did that. "Someone that loves her like a father?"

"Yes, precisely." His mouth opened wide. "Wait. You are not suggesting that I-"

Penny panicked. "Oh no. Of course not."

Mr. Chaudri scratched his head.

Did Mr. Chaudri think I meant him? Oh my God. My father won't fuck me but Bethany's stuck up conservative father is considering it? Damn!

Mr. Chaudri assessed the scene. "Oh my goodness. We have made a terrible mess." He took a hard look at his watch. "My wife and daughter could return at any moment. Please, put your clothes back on."

Penny's shirt and skirt were decorated with splotches of Mr. Chaudri's jizz. "They're kind of messy."

"Then put them in a zipper bag, from the kitchen, and find some of Bethany's clothes to wear. You can' t be naked when they return. Oh my goodness, not naked!" His eyes darted from her breasts to her belly and then her pussy, exposed at the juncture of widespread thighs. "Oh my goodness. You are naked!" He covered his eyes again.

Penny tried not to be insulted. "Do you need help down here?"

"No, I can care for this. Besides, with a beautiful naked woman in my vicinity, I might get ideas." An odd grin appeared on his face.

At least he'd called Penny beautiful. Ideas? Shit, Mrs. Chaudri might get a surprise in bed later that night. Even Bethany might get a visit from her father, in an unfatherly way, but not while Penny was there. Damn, who was going to satisfy her?

Penny ran upstairs and plopped on Bethany's bed as the tears began. She'd been fucked by a father all right, but not her own. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Dick sat on the futon, staring at an empty TV screen. He was hornier than the dickens. If Penny had walked through the door, he might have lost control and fucked her right there on the floor. He might not have even let her take off her jacket, just lifted her skirt and ripped her panties off. Sandy, his wife Cassi's best friend and a one-time sex partner, had called to call it off. She'd decided, a couple of days too late, that Cassi's request that she "take care of Dick" meant looking in on him, doing laundry or cooking, not fucking his brains out a few times a week. Maybe it was guilt, or her husband Arthur suddenly became bed competent, but the reason was irrelevant. She wouldn't be a pressure release valve. Had Bridget, the consultant, already packed up and left? She'd be good for a quickie, as long as he didn't bring Rod along. God, they were like rabbits in heat!

A polite knock on the front door announced the arrival of a visitor. Penny would have opened the door herself, but Dick rearranged his erection anyway, to be polite. No one likes to be greeted at the front door by a guy with tented pants. He slid his erection down one pants leg, but that meant extracting it from his jockeys. The knock persisted, but gently. Probably a woman. Dick tried to tell himself that the visitor was just that, not a door-to-door sex partner.

Dick opened the door. It was if Bethany had stepped into a time machine and sent her 25 years into the future. "Mr. Treyshun? ÊI'm Mrs. Chaudri, Bethany's mother."

Dick's cock throbbed in his pants. "Bethany? Oh. Please come in."

Mrs. Chaudri stepped over the threshold, into Dick's lust palace. "Penny is at our place. Evidently the two of you had words."

Words like fuck and sex. At least I didn't share her bed. "We're working through some issues."

"Not at the moment, I would assume." She pulled her jacket down. There was no hiding that she was a busty woman. "I wanted you to know she's welcome at our home as long as necessary. You were kind enough to let Bethany stay when she and her father suffered an argument about STRIP."

Kind enough to stay in his bed. The memories of fucking Bethany were fresh. "That must have gotten resolved or at least livable." Dick offered Mrs. Chaudri a seat in the family room, on the futon. He sat down expecting her to use the far end. Instead, she lowered herself next to him. 

"She came home, but nothing was resolved. STRIP is now a forbidden topic." Mrs. Chaudri crossed her legs. Her high-buttoned brown jacket didn't match the tight black pants. "Bethany thinks the world of you. We just came back from a shopping trip during which she told me everything."

In profile, Mrs. Chaudri's tits were mountains. "Everything?" ÊDick swallowed hard. "Listen, I don't know what she accused me of-"

Mrs. Chaudri patted his hand, except it was on his knee. "It's all right. I was quite relieved that Bethany's first time was with someone she describes as caring and gentle. Lord knows how she'd feel about sex today if one of those horny young men in school had taken first advantage. Excepting your darling son, of course."

She wasn't angry? Dick's heart thumped so loud it drowned out his thoughts. All he heard was the pounding beat, one that could be a metronome for sex. "Well, I'm relieved. I thought you two might take the news harder." He wanted to retract that last word as soon as it passed his lips.

"Oh, Mr. Chaudri doesn't know, and I intend to keep him in the dark. About many things." She uncrossed her legs but kept them apart. Her thighs were an ebony path leading to a forbidden zone.

"Is there anything Penny needs? I mean, that you could take to her? Some clothes perhaps?"

She recrossed her legs. The pants seemed terribly tight. "According to Bethany, the only thing Penny needs, or wants, they are almost the same these days, is some physical attention from you. The kind you gifted Bethany."

Dick folded his arms. "That's just not going to happen." He didn't appreciate her acceptance of his sexual activity with her daughter. "And I'll be ending my physical relationship with Bethany as well." He'd been considering it, but with her mother beside him, the decision was easier. "I feel awful, with her and Rod considering themselves a couple, and me taking her to bed-Ó Dick stopped. Too much detail.

"But she enjoys you so much. She's afraid you won't want her anymore after your wife returns. You understand how devastating that could be. Why, she could slip back into her old self."

Was she suggesting Dick keep slipping it to her daughter, for emotional support? "She's come a long way since STRIP. She won't backslide."

"When will your wife return? Do you know?"

Dick wrung his hands, which forced Mrs. Chaudri to let go. "I haven't heard from Cassi. She was really upset when she left."

"Yes, I know, about assisting Rod with STRIP. That is certainly why Penny is being so insistent. She must view the situation as categorically unfair. That is another reason I am here."

Bethany's mom knew way too much about their personal sexual foibles. "It is?"

"Yes. You have had a priceless gift - sexual access to my daughter. There should be something our family receives in return. For balance."

One possibility shot to the top of the list. "What, like arranging for your husband to have sex with Penny?" The thought turned Dick's stomach.

"That, dear sir, will never happen. He is much too confused and uncertain to make any advances."

Dick wondered if he'd fall victim to Penny's forward advances. "So what are you proposing? You and Rod?" He'd give her a ride, based on how he satisfied Bridget.

"The thought crossed my mind, but I too have concerns, given Bethany's relation with him. No, I decided that you and I should strike up a sexual relationship." Her hand returned to his thigh.

Dick trembled. She was offering herself, just like Bethany had the first time. His head cleared for an instant. "Now wait a minute. I took advantage of Bethany, so how is having sex with you any kind of compensation?"

"We are not speaking in terms of compensation, dear man. The virginity of my daughter was priceless. I am proposing a process by which one of my family members, namely me, receives sexual satisfaction from one of yours, namely you." She squeezed his thigh, inches from his cock.

"So what is it, you're not getting that at home?"

"Mr. Chaudri's attempts at sex have been pitiful ever since we got married. His attitudes about STRIP come from a deep anxiety about even being naked in the same room with me, let alone the act itself. I practically had to rape him to become pregnant with Bethany. Consider yourself Rod's substitute when we are in bed together, and it will all make sense."

Giving Bethany pleasure and then adding her mother on top, so to speak, didn't add up to balance. They would both be getting and Dick would be the only one giving. No, Mr. Chaudri fucking Cassi or Penny was a more logical activity, except that was never going to happen. "Let me think about your generous offer." Dick couldn't take his eyes off her tits, heaving under her jacket.

"We would be a good match. I understand that you have high sexual needs, and with your wife away, you are often in distress. I have been in the same situation for many years. Too many years. My, it's very warm in here." She unbuttoned the top three of her jacket. "I know that I am older than Bethany, and have lost much of my natural beauty, but I hope you have it within your heart - she grabbed his erection in his pants - and offer me your attention. I am more than ready for it."

The house may have been warm, but Mrs. Chaudri was hot. Dick was more than aroused, even before she exposed her cleavage or took his penis in hand. Mrs. Chaudri was a voluptuous woman, and enough of a Bethany look-alike that he was prepared physically. But could he actually do it? Cassi was who knows where, and with who? Sandy had called it off. Bridget was gone. Dick wanted to wean himself away from Bethany, and Penny was off limits. Perhaps Mrs. Chaudri was just what the doctors ordered. Drs. Johnson the sex researchers, that is. Dick couldn't help himself. He slid his flat hand into her open jacket. Her blouse was scoop-necked. His palm rested on bare flesh above the neckline. 

Mrs. Chaudri slapped her hands to her chest, trapping Dick's. "Mr. Treyshun! Really!"

"Your breasts are bigger than Bethany's aren't they?"

"Yes, a full cup size. She said you really enjoyed hers. I met your wife once, at a school function. She is not excessively built, is she? Perhaps that's why-"

Dick barely listened as he worked at the remaining buttons. 

"Please! You are moving much too fast." She grasped his arms, to no avail. With Mrs. Chaudri's jacket open, her shirt and black lace bra were exposed. Dick attempted to slide his hand into the bra, to caress the voluminous breast tissue yearning to be released from bondage. "Not yet. Please, they are not perky like Bethany's." Dick leaned over and buried his face between her supported tits, squeezing them from both sides.

"I am pleased you find me attractive. I want you to make me feel-"

"Feel how? Wanted?" Dick felt energized. He snuck one hand down onto her thigh, fingers aimed at the inner surface. "Oh yes, I want you." He rubbed his face in her cleavage as best he could. "I want them. I want to suck your nipples." Dick heard himself blathering on about what he would do once they were uncovered.

"You do seem fixated on women's breasts." Mrs. Chaudri stood, breaking his connection. "Perhaps we should go upstairs -"

Dick stood and practical dragged Mrs. Chaudri after. She stumbled on the stairs, losing her high heels on the steps. In the master bedroom, Dick stripped down to his underwear. When he looked up, Mrs. Chaudri was still dressed, her jacket pulled shut and held closed by one hand. "What's the matter?"

"I am afraid I cannot go through with this. I am sorry."

Dick felt naked in his t-shirt and jockeys. He wanted to shout, 'You come to my house, tell me you want sex, grab my cock and now you say you've changed your mind? ÊWhat a tease!' Instead, he plopped down on the edge of the bed and hung his head. His cock wilted. "Maybe you should leave."

"May I explain my fears?" Mrs. Chaudri didn't move. Ê"Tell me, do you have more than just sexual feelings for Bethany?" She took a seat at the far end of the foot of the bed. 

Dick's cock bucked at the mention of Bethany's name. "That's a tough question. I've always thought of her as a second daughter. So even before we slept together, I had feelings. Why is this relevant to us?"

"Bethany has feelings for you, beyond those of lust or sexuality. You know this?"

Dick nodded. "I suspected as much."

"Now I can explain. Bethany's feelings for you are confusing her about her relationship with Rod."

"Which is why she and I have to stop." Dick sighed. "Maybe those feelings transferred over when we became lovers. I love Bethany but I won't give up Cassi for her."

"You see! Your words expose you. 'I love Bethany.' There are emotions between you two. If the circumstances were different, and the ages a bit closer, you might consider Bethany as a romantic interest."

Dick's head was spinning. This was Bethany's mother, right? "Not likely, given that I'm old enough to be her father."

"Stranger things happen. You and I, we are closer in age. I will stay happily married so long as, what do they call it, my itch is scratched by a competent sexual substitute. I am not looking for a replacement for my husband Venka. Does this make sense to you?"




STRIP Ch. 08



"As much as any of this swapping and incest has over the past week, yes."

"I am afraid that you and I will start as sexual partners but that feelings will arise and further complicate the situation." Mrs. Chaudri relaxed, which let her jacket drift open.

Dick considered taking an opportunity for self-flagellation after she left. "So if I understand, your issue is, can we do this without emotion? Without feelings?" Dick stood up, tempting her with his hard cock peeking over the jockey elastic waistband. "We can try. Tell me, was Mr. Chaudri your first?"

"Yes." She paused. "But not my only."

"Really? ÊTell me about that." Dick leaned against the tall armoire.

"When I was pregnant with Bethany, my obstetrician had sexual intercourse with me. ÊAt my request."

"Really?" Dick was shocked at her admission. She'd asked for sex outside her marriage before.

Mrs. Chaudri hugged herself. "I was exceptionally aroused. My hormones were, how do they say it, running wild. My husband, normally afraid of sex, would not do it for fear of interfering with the pregnancy. I was desperate, you understand."

Dick stroked his chin. "And was there any emotion involved?"

"No, just an attempt on the doctor's part to relieve my sexual stress."

Dick hoped that his erect part would do the same. "Why don't we reenact that event? ÊYou yourself said there was no emotion, just sex. Would that allay your anxiety?"

Mrs. Chaudri sat up straight. The jacket opened further, exposing her Grand Canyon cleavage between Rocky Mountain breasts. Ê"It sounds logical. How shall we proceed?"

"You be you, I'll be the doctor. Tell me what happened and we'll role play."

"But there is one big difference. I am not pregnant now."

"But you are in need of relieving your sexual tension, just like back then. So? ÊTell me how it happened."

"When my husband refused, naturally I asked my obstetrician about the opportunities at my regular checkup. Perhaps there was something I could do or some medicine to relieve me of my constantly aroused condition. ÊAt the time I was on his examination table, my legs in stirrups."

"Good. Scoot back and lay down." She did as requested. "Now take off your panties and spread your legs."

"First, I should take off my jacket and top." She pulled her arms from the sleeves, leaning forward, tempting Dick with her chest. She pulled the top over her head. Dick's eyes bugged out as her bra came into view.

"Your legs?"

Mrs. Chaudri crossed them. "But that would expose me."

"Right, just like you were at his office. ÊHow about this? Close your eyes and picture yourself at the doctor's office. In fact, call me 'Doctor.'"

"All right. Doctor." Mrs. Chaudri had her eyes shut as she laid back and exposed her crotch.

"Your panties, please, so I can examine you." She slid them up her thighs and over her knees. 'I'll get them," Dick said. They came off one foot easily, catching on her toe on the other. Dick moved closer. "Now please keep your legs separated so I can perform the exam."

"Yes, Doctor."

Mrs. Chaudri's vaginal lips were puffy, not like her daughter's. It didn't take a finger to tell if she was wet. Dick's sheets would need a washing after this encounter. "Now Mrs. Chaudri, what seems to be the problem?"

"My hormones are driving me to complete distraction. I need a sexual release, and my husband refuses because of the fetus."

Dick licked his lips. He'd had the daughter, and now he'd have the mother. "I can take care of that-"

Mrs. Chaudri's eyes flashed open. "That's not what happened. He wanted to show me some diagrams of how sex could be done safely."

"Oh." Dick was embarrassed at being so direct. "Got it." Dick cleared his throat. "I have a pamphlet for you and your husband to study, with diagrams of how you can have safe sex."

"No amount of manuals will convince him that we can have sex safely. Perhaps there are medications-"

"Certainly not. Anything you ingest will enter the baby's blood stream." Dick enjoyed playing doctor, even better than back in high school.

"Then perhaps there is something you can do?"

Dick had erred by agreeing too fast. Best to maintain some professionalism. "I don't know of any physical procedure-"

"Something personal?"

Dick paused for dramatic effect. "Oh no! Anything like that would be strictly prohibited by ethics regulations."

"But the stresses I'm feeling are having an adverse affect on the baby. I know they are. Perhaps just a massage?"

Dick was unable to hold back any longer. "Perhaps I could touch you. With my fingers?" He reached forward and ran a finger up her labia. They were inflamed, fat and red. "Is this better?"

Mrs. Chaudri's hips rose to meet his hand. "Ooohhh, yes. But please use two. Two fingers. Put them in."

Dick obliged. Her labia separated easily, but when his thumb grazed her clitoris, she clamped down. His digits were stuck, unable to movie in or out. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I didn't realize. So sorry! I've been practicing kegel exercises, to try and keep my husband's penis inside on the few opportunities he makes himself available for sex. Otherwise, he flails so badly, he pops out and I get no satisfaction."

"Well, unless you release me, I won't be able to help." Dick imagined the helpless doctor with his cock trapped in Mrs. Chaudri's pussy. He almost laughed. "Were your pussy muscles this strong back then?"

"Oh no. I've conditioned my muscles only recently, over the last few years. I have to concentrate to maintain control. Something you did triggered an involuntary response. Perhaps you touched somewhere-"

"Yep. Your clitoris. My fault. I'll try to be more careful." When Mrs. Chaudri relaxed, Dick finger-fucked her. He avoided her clitoris like the plague, lest he get trapped again and lose any physical or emotional momentum. Her vagina was tight, despite having had Bethany. It must have been the kegeling. When Mrs. Chaudri's back arched and a moan escaped from her diaphragm, Dick knew he'd given her a release, exactly what she wanted. "How was that?"

She raised her head. "Marvelous! Now, use your mouth."

Dick jumped at the opportunity, although he wondered if the doctor had gone down on her, or this was extemporaneous. His tongue lapped at her natural juices, tasting much like her daughter. When his tongue probed deep, his nose bumped her clit. Dick found his tongue stuck in her pussy. No amount of saliva was going to let it slide to freedom. "Leth me ott."

Mrs. Chaudri pulled his head from between her thighs. "Sorry. You must be careful."

"I was trying." Dick's cock hurt from his erection. "Did the good doctor administer his penis?"

"Oh yes, very well. He wasn't as large as you, and my stomach was bigger. He only penetrated a few inches. Perhaps you could do the same?"

"I'd be delighted." Dick scooted up, careful not to accidentally touch any trigger zones on Mrs. Chaudri's body. Getting his cock trapped in her cunt wouldn't be pleasant. Fortunately, she only wanted a few inches. Dick placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Are you ready, Mrs. Chaudri?"

"Indira."

Dick knew where he was supposed to put his prick.

"If you are to penetrate me, you should use my first name. Indira."

"Of course." Dick administered his penis to her pussy as she'd instructed, just a few inches. "How's this?"

Mrs. Chaudri grunted and groaned, shifting her weight from side to side. Dick really wanted to feel those tits, massage them, squeeze them, suck those nipples, but there was no way to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. And she was too large in front to pull the undergarment down. He thrust half his cock in and out with great care. A dollop of saliva dropped from his lips to the valley between her breasts. Her face turned dark red and she stiffened. "Uuuuggggggg." She opened her eyes, chest heaving. "Yes. Yes, that was precisely what I needed. Thank you so much."

Dick sat back on his haunches, his cock wet and waving. "Glad you liked it. So, is that what you did with the doctor? Fingers, then oral, and then half a fuck?"

"Yes. Why, is there something else?" Dick's cock waved above her outstretched body. "Oh my! You're still at attention."

"Did the doctor cum from what you did?"

"I don't recall. But I've been selfish, haven't I? I've gotten relief but you are in a worse situation than before. And after all you've done for Bethany." She took hold of his prick. "What can I do to help?"

Dick thought about asking for a handjob, or maybe a blowjob. But what he really wanted was to fuck Mrs. Chaudri with his entire cock, not just the first few inches. He wanted to spray his cum inside her, like he'd done with her daughter. It would be like fucking an adult Bethany. "I'd like to finish having sex with you."

"I don't understand. Didn't we just have sexual relations?"

"KInd of. You achieved orgasm, but I didn't. Are you willing to do it again, for me?"

"All right." Mrs. Chaudri hesitated. "What do I have to do?"

Dick wanted to be in control, including access to her bra clasp. "Get up on your hands and knees." Mrs. Chaudri did as he asked. "Now, I'm going to put my penis back in you, but a little deeper." Over twice as deep. "But I'll take it slow."

"Please do. I haven't had sexual relations with anyone as large as you. Ever."

Dick was overjoyed that he'd be plumbing virgin territory. He held Mrs. Chaudri's hips as he slid back in. He started at the same depth of a few inches, gradually adding depth with each stroke. It was like boiling a frog, one degree at a time. Mrs. Chaudri's moaning returned. After a few minutes, he'd bottomed out. "See, you've taken it all." The tip of his cock was at her cervix, but he avoided pressing too hard lest he give her any pain. This needed to be pleasant for both of them. He dragged his cock in and out, being careful to keep an angle that didn't accidentally rub her clit the wrong way. 

"Are you always so vigorous? Bethany didn't share the details, just - just - jug - jug -Ó Her words became sharp exhales. After a few minutes, Mrs. Chaudri was grunting with each thrust. His cock began to tingle. This would be one juicy cum. But he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass without fondling her breasts. Holding them while he came would be a dream cum true. He was just a few strokes from climax, and timing was critical. He didn't want an argument during his orgasm, which he felt was immanent. As gently as he could, he unclipped her bra. She startled as the cups fell away from her body. "What are you doing?"

He laid on her back, freeing his hands to palpate those mounds of flesh. "I can't help myself. I want to be holding your breasts when I cum." 

Just as he cupped the fronts of her tits in his hands, trapping her nipples between her fingers, Mrs. Chaudri's vagina tightened around his cock, holding him captive. She shouted, "Oh, you mustn't cum inside me. I am not using birth control."

Dick startled at her proclamation. He tried to withdraw but her pussy grip was a vice, and the friction of his attempt tickled his cock in just the right way. He slammed his hips forward without result and whimpered as cum spurted into her tight warm cunt, directly at her womb.

Mrs. Chaudri screamed, either out of pleasure or terror. Her cunt throbbed and then slowly relaxed. 

Dick released his grip of her tits and fell back, his cock deflated.

Mrs. Chaudri turned around, touching her vaginal opening. "You ejaculated? After I told you-"

"Yeah, right, you told me just as I was about to cum. Not really a fair warning. I had no idea you weren't using birth control."

"With the infrequent sex with my husband, I felt no need to introduce chemicals into my body." Mrs. Chaudri wore a strange smile. "But it is too late now. Hopefully, it is not the right time."

A dark cloud hung over Dick's successful sex romp with Bethany's mother. Why did she come to me for sex, and not provide protection? Maybe she subconsciously wanted to get pregnant. "Hopefully."

Mrs. Chaudri climbed off the bed. Dick had his first look at her fully naked body. "You're very beautiful."

She held her hands under her breasts. "They are not as pert and firm as they used to be." She bent over to fetch her bra from the floor, where Dick had thrown it. Her breasts swung, pendulums of pulchritude. 

Dick reached out and poked one finger in her pussy. "Are your vaginal lips always so puffy?"

"Only when I am excited." She wiggled her hips.

"Then you're still excited now?" He pressed his finger deeper.

Mrs. Chaudri squatted, opening herself up for probing. She was still horny, and just wouldn't admit it. "Or they haven't gone down yet." She stood, removing herself from the impaled digit.

Dick moved closer, her nipples hard on large dark areolae. Yes, they sagged quite a bit, but they were still attractive to Dick, who massaged their bulk with vigor. Mrs. Chaudri reached down between his legs. Dick was hard again. "Neither have you." Her eyes stared at his groin. "Oh my goodness, you are as big as Bethany said."

"And you are more beautiful than you know." Dick pressed against her, to feel her tits against his chest, his cock against her belly. He'd done the unthinkable and cum inside her. But having this grown up version of Bethany, nude before him, Dick was motivated. Dick wanted to skewer her, to plunge once more into the depths of her pussy. How frustrating that once hadn't been enough, and that she was vulnerable to his semen. 

"We can't do it again. If we were lucky the first time, we'd be daring fate."

"Then let me slide my cock between your breasts."

Mrs. Chaudri knelt down, but the position didn't work. She got back on the bed, her arms open. Dick straddled her chest, his erection between the wobbly mounds. Both of them pressed her tits together as Dick slid up and back. "This is marvelous."

"Did you do this with Bethany?" 

Her mouth was inches away, but Dick didn't want a blowjob. "Does it matter?"

"Only that this might be a way of pleasing my daughter without intercourse. As a way of weaning her from you."

So that Mrs. Chaudri could have him all to herself? "That probably won't work."

"Why not?" Her eyes were wide, expectant.

"Because, once I get aroused like this, there's only one thing I want to do." 

Dick sat on edge of bed and directed her to sit on his lap, facing him. He pressed his face into her chest, savoring the feel of her tits. At last, the promise was fulfilled. He sucked, rubbed, caressed, licked, pinched and massaged them to his heart's desire. Mrs. Chaudri's hands held the back of his head, ensuring there was sufficient pressure.

Dick held her tits aloft and sucked the nipples hard. Mrs. Chaudri splayed her legs outside his thighs wide and relaxed. Dick took the opportunity to press his cock against her labia. If this was the right time of the month, then Mrs. Chaudri had already been fertilized. And if it was the wrong time- 

"Nothing satisfies you, does it?" she asked.

"You could, if we practiced-Ó Dick surprised himself. Had he just suggested they start an ongoing sexual relationship?

He shyly slid his cock between her labia, the same cameltoe procedure he'd performed on her daughter, never letting his mouth off her nipple. She bucked her hips, which drove him through and in. "You're doing it again? Venka never did it twice within the same month!"

Mrs. Chaudri bounced on his lap with renewed energy. Dick reamed her pussy, with long quick thrusts. She threw her hips side to side and lifted her ass off his lap. It was like she was riding a bucking bronco, but Dick was not to be denied. Her movement was unpredictable, which made the fucking a lot more interesting. And just when Dick felt his sperm rising, he slid one hand down and flicked a finger across her clit.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" Mrs. Chaudri threw her head back, pushing her tits forward. Her pussy clamped shut as his load erupted from his cock. 

Dick pressed her close to his chest, her nipples like spikes. "It seems I can't get enough of you Chaudri women."

"Now I see why Bethany is so enamored with you. You are kind and considerate, and the best sex partner I've ever had." Mrs. Chaudri kissed him hard, keeping her lips on his for a long time.

"I thought there would be no emotion between us. Isn't that what you said?"

Mrs. Chaudri hugged Dick and kissed him again. "I guess I was wrong. There needs to be some emotion or it is just fucking."

Dick startled at her first use of the word.

"Now, I must leave. My husband and daughter will be wondering what happened to me. The stores closed hours ago." She stood, cum dribbling down her thigh. She dabbed at it with her panties.

Dick stood, his heavily exercised cock on display. "So, will we be getting together again?"

"I don't know. Why, would you like to?"

She was being coy. He knew she'd want another ride; it was only a matter of when. "I just wanted to know if I should buy some condoms?"

Mrs. Chaudri smiled. "Yes. More than just a few." She pulled on her bra. "Can you latch me?"

Dick closed the clasp. 

Mrs. Chaudri finished getting dressed while Dick stayed naked. "I'll let myself out." She kissed him again. "What a lovely man you are!"

Dick fell backwards onto the bed. Perhaps Mrs. Chaudri was his relief valve. Her naked body and memories of Bethany were a potent combination. He rolled to the side, into a damp patch. Shit, I'd better strip the sheets.

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### An Original H M Tale ###

So, Penny and Dick both got their share of the tawdry Chaudris. Cassi is still missing in action. Rod and Bethany still havenÕt had sex, and Penny still lusts for her father, who seems resolute in refusing her. Complicated enough for a few more chapters?

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Copyright (c) 2010, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.



STRIP Ch. 09



STRIP - Chapter Nine - Shrink and Inflated

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 

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This is Chapter Nine of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

Sandy: Cassi's best friend

Venka Chaudri: Bethany's father

Indira Chaudri: Bethany's mother

In Chapter Eight, Penny runs off to Bethany's house and stays behind while Bethany and her mother go shopping. She decides to confront Bethany's dad about his anti-STRIP attitude, which leads to him telling a story about a sexual misadventure, which Penny insists they reenact. The role-play ends badly. Mr. Chaudri proves to be incompetent, with cum sprayed all over his office and Penny even more frustrated.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Chaudri drops Bethany off at home after shopping and sneaks over to Dick's house, to insist that he have sex with her as some form of balanced compensation for fucking her daughter, but sex only, no emotional engagement. They do it twice, after which Mrs. Chaudri admits that she can't have sex without some emotional content. They plan on subsequent sexual encounters, during which Dick will wear a condom.

This chapter picks up with Dick the next morning.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well. 

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Dick tossed and turned all night, but not out of sexual frustration. Mrs. Chaudri, Indira, had provided a double-banger, literally. Thoughts of his wife Cassi dominated his attempted sleep. Where was she? Why hadn't she come to terms with her guilt about sleeping with Rod? She should have called. Dick was certain they could have talked it out. Maybe she decided to open herself up sexually and fuck other people? An old boyfriend? A stud who pumps gas at the local gas station? The possibilities were endless, and they made Dick's stomach turn.

The alarm clock read '7:00.' Dick swung his legs out from beneath the blankets. His head throbbed. Despite his dalliances, Dick couldn't connect with guilty feelings. He'd slept with Bethany, Penny's best friend and Sandy, Cassi's best friend. If Rod hadn't chaperoned, he would have fucked his consultant Bridget, and the previous evening he'd done it twice with Bethany's mother. To his amazement, no guilt. Maybe because Cassi didn't know? His head drooped. His physiological needs demanded those dalliances, but it was still cheating. A drape of melancholy covered Dick's emotions.

It was too early for visitors but the doorbell told Dick he had one anyway. He pulled a robe on over his t-shirt and sleeping shorts and plodded downstairs. "Coming."

When he opened the door, Bethany stood there, posing like a department store mannequin. She strutted over the threshold. "Mother told me you are ending our relationship." She walked deeper into the house, through the kitchen and into the family room.  

Dick turned and followed her path from the foyer. They were face to face. "It wasn't my intent to create one in the first place." He pulled the belt of his robe tighter. "At least, the one I made."

"We made. It wasn't just you." She plopped down on the futon and crossed her legs. Her long skirt kept most of her body covered, from the waist down. "When I was younger, you were like a second father to me. But now, it's different. You're a big part, an important part of my life. Maybe even more important than Rod."

Whenever he was in Bethany's vicinity, his cock was a big part. Dick's heart ached. Indira had been correct. He had feelings for Bethany, feelings he could not pursue. "See, that's the problem. You should be with someone your own age. You and Rod are meant for each other. You said so." 

Bethany's stood and swayed from side to side as she walked. Dick's cock pulsed. "How can you be so sure? I'm not, not any more. Mother thought that she would be good with Father, and she told you how that turned out." She put her fists on her hips. "Mother said we wouldn't have sex any more. Is that correct?"

Dick swallowed hard. He was hard and ready, just on the border of unwilling. He needed to stay firm in conviction, to match his stiff erection. "That's right."

"Can I still hug you?" She reached out open arms, arms that framed her magnificent breasts. "As my best friend's father?"

"I guess."

She pressed herself against him. Her hips leaned forward. "You're excited. I can take care of that-"

"I wish you wouldn't-" It was a half-hearted plea. Dick needed a release.

"No, not sex. I'll just provide oral stimulation."

Bethany undid Dick's belt and pulled down his sleeping shorts. His cock was exposed and aching. Bethany put her lips around the head of his cock and hummed. "I noticed you have sensitive glans."

"Glands?" 

"No, silly. The area behind the tip. See?" She sucked Dick's cock like a Tootsie Roll, and didn't bite to get to the creamy center. "I'm learning so much in STRIP."

Like cock sucking? His hips wanted to jerk forward, to fuck her throat as a cunt substitute. She pulled off her sweater. No bra. Bethany had come prepared to seduce him, to get him to change his mind.

She took her mouth off his prick and poked it at her cleavage. Dick's heart beat like a bass drum. A Bethany tit fuck would be priceless. "It's a shame to waste such a beautiful erection." She pushed him back onto the futon and straddled his lap. Before he could get up or object, she pulled her long skirt to her hips. Shit, no panties. She was really serious. 

Dick held out one arm to fend her off but she was a big girl and had leverage. She plopped onto his thighs and rubbed his cock against her labia. "We don't have to tell anybody. It can be our secret."

"No, please no." Was he really going to reject Bethany's offer? Dick thought of Cassi, of how he longed to hold her in his arms, roll around in bed with her- The phone ringing startled Dick, distracting him from thrusting his hips up and breaking his self-imposed vow. "It could be Cassi!" He pushed Bethany aside, slid out from under and shuffled to the phone, his shorts at his ankles. "Hello?"

"Mr. Fallopia?" the voice asked.

This happened all of the time. Cassi had kept her last name after they were married, so occasionally people thought her last name was his. "Who are you looking for?" Best not to divulge too much to strangers on the phone.

"This is Doctor Vera Fine's office. Cassiopeia Fallopia is one of her patients, and I'm calling for her husband."

"That's me. Dick Treyshun."

"Oh." The caller paused, perhaps to regroup. "Mr. Treyshun, Doctor Fine asks that you come to her office today."

"Why does she want to see me? Has she heard from Cassi?" It was Saturday. Do psychologists work on weekends? 

"Doctor Fine is available at 8:30 AM. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, sure." He almost said fine. He'd have just enough time to clean up and drive over. Dick pulled up his shorts and retied his robe. "I have to go. Cassi's therapist has some information about her."

"But what about that?" She pointed at his crotch, which pointed back. Bethany's skirt had fallen to the floor. She was completely nude, hands on her hips, a vision of sexy loveliness.

Dick's cock tented the robe, hard as ever. "No time. Besides, we weren't going to have sex anyway." A convenient lie.

Bethany was the poster child for disappointment, a world class pout on her lips, which made her even sexier. She would get over it. She'd have to. Perhaps he could persuade Rod to give her a good fucking despite STRIP rules. After all, Rod had done his mother, his sister and Bridget the consultant. And maybe other classmates or mothers Dick didn't know about.

"Do you want to wait while I get ready? Then I can drop you off." It was a risky suggestion, because Bethany could have agreed, and then slipped into the shower with him. Under those circumstances, he probably couldn't avoid slipping his cock into her. 

"No, I took Mom's car." Bethany already had her sweater on and was zipping her skirt.

"Penny's still at your place, right?" Dick made his way to the staircase. "Please tell her I love her."

"From what she told me, you had the chance to show it and walked away. But I'll tell her." Bethany fluffed her hair. "We're not done, you and me. Not by a long shot." She wiggled out the front door. Through the living room window, Dick saw her run down the sidewalk to her mom's Audi.

Dick showered and shaved, thinking about watching Penny excite herself with her dildo. His cock stayed hard. What was he going to do with that girl?

Dick selected some nice business casual clothing. He didn't want Doctor Fine to judge him badly. What had Cassi told the doctor? Perhaps not too much. There'd been only one visit before Cassi walked out. On his way to the garage, Dick noticed a pair of dry cleaning receipts on a magnetic clip. He plucked them off the fridge and stuck them into his pocket. He'd be close enough to pick up the stuff Penny had given him to drop off a few days ago. Would Penny ever come home? She seemed so devastated after he refused to have sex.

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The drive to Doctor Fine's office put him in the vicinity of Sandy's house. He was curious why she'd refused a return sexual engagement, but that would have been prying.

Dick parked and entered the three-story brick medical building. Doctor Fine's name showed a third floor office. After a brief elevator ride, Dick stood at the polished oak door of Doctor Fine's practice.

Inside, a receptionist sat at a huge wooden desk, much too big for the telephone call-director and a few papers. The nameplate read "Lana Witherspoon." Lana was a blonde, with her hair up in a folded ponytail behind a headset. A microphone on a stalk curved in front of her full red lips. Her face was pretty but thin, matching her narrow shoulders. Her blouse was V-necked, and she sported breasts that were out of proportion for her thin frame but not huge. The rest of her body was hidden behind mahogany.

Dick stood at the desk, waiting for Lana to finish a call in progress. When she finally looked up, he said, "My name is Dick Treyshun." He had trouble keeping his eyes on her face. The temptation of glancing down the V-neck as she leaned forward was too great. She noticed and placed one hand on her chest, blocking his view. "I have a eight thirty appointment."

"You're early. Have a seat." Her look was daggers. 

Lana gave Dick a profile shot as she turned towards her computer terminal, positioned on a separate table to one side. Her breasts seemed familiar despite having just met the young woman. Dick's cock got hard as he wiggled in his chair, anxious for news about his wife. He crossed his legs and laid a magazine across his lap. Lana scowled, as if she'd seen male patients perform the same lame camouflage. 

After a few tense minutes of stone silence, the phone buzzed. Lana cupped her earpiece. She looked up at Dick. "Doctor Fine will see you now."

As Dick walked past the desk, Lana stood and opened a file cabinet. Her V-neck shirt was like a tent over her body, ending above her knees. Below the waist she wore tight black leggings that showed athletic calves, almost sculpted. It didn't hurt that she wore spiked heels, which defined her leg muscles all the more. Lana maintained a stoic expression, face forward.

Inside the office, Doctor Fine rose from behind her own large desk. Her nose was sharp like a bird's beak. Hair pulled was back in a bun with grey streaks along the sides resembled decorative plumage. She wore a black blouse with tiered ruffles, a black skirt and dark hose. Perhaps Doctor Fine was in mourning, or black was her favorite color. "Greetings. Come in." She thrust out her arm, stiff, expecting a handshake. Her fingers were bird claws. 

Dick shook her hand, trying to avoid scratch marks. "Have you heard from Cassi?"

"First, I want to thank you for coming in on the weekend. You probably have your hands full. Two teenagers at home, your wife away-"

"Yes, because you told her to go, damn it!" Dick took a deep breath to regain his composure.

"Hmm, very direct. Understandable." She smoothed her skirt. "Use the couch, please."

Ah, the therapists couch. Lay back and relax and tell my innermost secrets? "No thanks. I'll sit."

"Very well."

Dick took the chair facing the desk. "I assume the urgency for this meeting was that you've heard from my wife. We could have talked by phone so I don't understand-"

She raised an open claw. "No need to begin with barriers." Doctor Fine smiled and rolled her leather chair from behind her desk. She lowered herself, crossed her legs and faced him. "You're probably wondering why I asked you here."

Was she deaf, or just married to her own agenda? "Yes. Have you heard from Cassi?"

"No, but your question tells me that you haven't either. That means she's still working through her feelings about cheating on you. On the positive side, your interest in your wife's welfare is an admirable trait."

"Cassi hasn't contacted you?" Dick was becoming impatient. "So, why am I here?"

"I gave her the advice to take some time away from you, and clients always take my advice. As I was saying, one promise I make to all of my clients is that I will never ask them to do something that is uncomfortable for them. The same goes for you, despite the fact that I requested your presence. There will be no fee for our discussion today, of course."

Of course. Dick had never considered that taking a professional counselor's time might cost him something. Dick had tired of asking, but gave it one more shot. "So, what do you want to see me about? Cassi, probably, although aren't counseling sessions private?"

"I want to talk to you about you." She flipped open a leather-bound notepad. "I've had reports about you from two of your sexual partners, your wife and Sandy. I became curious about this sexual need you think you have."

"That's none of your business, actually. Besides, Cassi had it too. She must have told you about that."

"Absolutely correct. But she was so devastated with guilt over having had repeated sex with your son that I could not probe her for sufficient information. You have a daughter, haven't you?"

"Yes, named Penny."

"Have you had sexual intercourse with her?" Dr. Fine's eyes were open, anxious for a reply.

Dick was glad he hadn't succumbed to Penny's seduction attempt so he wouldn't have to lie. "Of course not. What do you think I am?"

"Of course? Hardly, after you engineered the sexual coupling of your wife and son."

"I told Sandy, and I'll tell you the same thing. I didn't realize that having Cassi stimulate Rod would lead to sex." Why did the doctor think Dick was to blame? "Cassi and I were doing a fine job of keeping each other satisfied."

"And how do these needs demonstrate themselves? Please, I'm interested in the details."

"What do you mean?" How could she not understand?

"I mean, how do you know that you 'need' sex? A voice in your head?"

"That's ridiculous! You make it sound weird. Like any man, I get an erection. Sometimes I perspire."

"Like you're doing now?"

Dick hadn't noticed. He touched his forehead. "Yeah, I guess. It's been a while."

Dr. Fine's attention was in her notebook, scribbling away. "Was it Miss Witherspoon out there? She is a beautiful woman, isn't she? Tell me, how much do you discriminate?"

What a thing to ask. "I don't!"

Dr. Fine's head jerked up. "You mean you'll have sex with anyone?"

Huh? "No. I meant I'm not a bigot. You meant a different discriminate. Sorry."

"So, your answer?" She sat, pen poised to document his response.

"Well, I don't go around looking for women to have sex with, if that's what you mean. I've been faithful to Cassi since we've been married-"

Dr. Fine pointed the pen at him. "Until you had intercourse with her best friend."

"See, now that was a mistake."

"She told me about her misguided attentions. How could you deceive her?"

"Me? It was her screwy idea that 'take care of my husband' meant sex. I went along because, to be honest, I was horny out of my mind and I needed a release. And from what Sandy told me about her husband, so did she."

"But you didn't really believe your wife wanted you to have sex with her brat friend, did you?"

"No. I thought Sandy got it wrong."

"But that didn't stop you, did it? You went ahead anyway."

Dick hung his head. "Yeah, I did. And I feel sorry about that." Despite the fact that the sex was quite enjoyable, and he had been looking forward to a second helping. And Sandy enjoyed it too, he was sure.

"Sandy was emotionally shaken by her infidelity, which is why I advised her to terminate that kind of relationship with you. Your wife felt substantially worse about what she and your son did."

Dick folded his arms. "Yeah, so tell me, what did she do it over and over again, if she was so sorry?"

"I'm sorry, but client privilege prevents me from sharing anything your wife and I discussed. Our conversation is similarly protected. So, to return to the topic at hand, if given the opportunity, would have sex with, let's say, a co-worker?"

"No, that would be a very bed idea." He'd passed that opportunity off to his son Rod.

"Excellent. You have limits. How about Miss Witherspoon out there? Would you engage in sex with her?"

"I don't even know her."

"That wasn't the question. Would you have sex with her, if you had the opportunity?"

Dick paused. How could he answer that? Sure, he'd been provoked by Bethany's visit, and Lana had gotten him aroused, but-

"I'll take your silence as yes, since you didn't immediately object. At least, you were considering it, correct?"

Dick nodded his head. 

"That, sir, will never happen. Lana came to me without any hope. She is smart and beautiful and sexy in her own naive way. I am very fond of her, and would not let you lay even a single finger on her. Do you understand?"

Dick nodded.

"How about me?"

"Huh?"

"I asked, would you consider having sex with me? Here, right now?"

Sex with a verbal vulture? "No. You're a professional, a doctor. You don't do that, do you?"

"Unusual circumstances demand unusual remedies." Her stoic lips curled up a bit. "I was kidding, of course. So, are you erect right now?"

The doctor could probably see the lump in his pants. "Yes."

"Very interesting. For Cassi's sake, I have concerns and want to probe the psychology of your actions."

"Cassi is no danger. At least she wasn't, when she was here. Who knows where or what she's doing-"

"I appreciate your current apprehensiveness. But you put your wife in an emotionally disturbing situation. Admit it."

Dick leaned forward. "What did she tell you?"

"That you expected her to have sexual intercourse with your son-"

Patient doctor privilege breached. "See, that's not true."




STRIP Ch. 09



"The truth can be elusive sometimes but not in this case. Examine the facts. You had your wife take off her clothes. Your son was naked from the waist down. You instructed them to touch each other: her hand on his bare penis and his hand on the front of her panties. And having gotten them both stimulated and excited, you left them alone, exhorting her to continue the lesson. So what would any reasonable person take that to mean, hmm?"

"It was perfectly clear. To continue according to the STRIP program rules, which did not include sex."

"Ah yes, the STRIP program. An abomination, that's what it is. For your information, I joined Mr. Chaudri in his law suit to prevent the program from moving forward." Dr. Fine toyed with her necklace, and the top button of her blouse. "Did you read the program description carefully? It does not strictly prohibit sex among the teens."

Didn't Dick read that pricks in pussies were prohibited? "Of course it does."

"No sir. It uses vague language. I believe this is a direct quote, or very close: 'The STRIP program is not intended to promote sexual intercourse between students.' Maybe not promote but not prohibit. It's happening. Between students, and in your case, between parent and student."

Dick swallowed hard. He'd been previously advised. "It is?"

"So I've heard, from multiple parents concerned about their children. Which is why you shouldn't have been surprised when your wife and son had sexual intercourse. You set them up!"

"You're twisting things, just to make me look bad. Why is this so hard for you to understand?"

"You've done a fine job by yourself. Getting hard, that is. Or perhaps my receptionist Lana helped?" That half smile appeared again.

"A guy would have to be dead not to react to a woman who looks like that. You agree, right?"

"She is sexy isn't she? A beautiful woman. So shy and yet so appealing. So according to you, what should happen next?"

"I don't know. Under these circumstances, nothing. If we were in a social situation, maybe something." Dick's head was spinning. Bethany got him all revved up. Was Dr. Fine actually offering him her receptionist? Why did she keep talking about her?

"To the point." Dr. Fine rubbed her pen across her chin. "I cured your lovely wife of the notion that she had to have sex as frequently as daily, a notion you probably brainwashed her into believing for your own purposes-"

"You're nuts, lady. It's always been mutual. Cassi and I are both intensely sexual people, made for each other that way. We have urges - sexual ones - built into our DNA. Who knows, maybe there's a sex gene and we both have it."

"I am not so easily conned. Yesterday evening while perusing some journals, I had the epiphany that you needed to be confronted, so lovely Cassi wouldn't relapse under your influence."

"Sending Cassi away didn't cure anything. In fact, it made things worse. I'm excited as often as ever, and I'm often tempted to do something about it."

"Ah yes, the matter of your sexual philandering. However, as a professional, I say rubbish. Your condition is a ruse and I can prove it." She deftly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. Then she stood, unzipped and dropped her skirt. She wore black frilly bra and dark pantyhose. The dark stockings masked her panties. "There. Do you want to have sex with me?"

"You? Here?"

"Yes, right here, right now. Your wife has been away nearly a week and according to her, you both need sex frequently, perhaps even daily. You admitted to having an erection. You must be suffering for a release by now. Sandy is unavailable. You have a daughter whom you claim has not been your sexual partner. Lana is off limits. Why not me?"

Dick didn't mention Bethany or her mother as recent sexual partners. None of the bitch's business. "I'll admit it, I'm easily excited."

"Well, there are two women in proximity. Me and my receptionist, Lana. What if I offer you a choice?"

"Are you serious?" Dick took a moment to phrase his reply carefully. "You're just kidding, right? Is this what you call therapy? Endorsing fantasies?"

"We're just chatting. I haven't started therapy yet. You know, your case is so simple even a first year psychology student could handle you."

"I don't want to be handled." Dick wouldn't have objected to getting fondled, but not by this bitch.

Dr. Fine leaned over her desk and operated the intercom. Facing away, her ass stuck out. It was heavier than any of Dick's recent partners but at that moment he wasn't fussy. Could he really fuck his wife's therapist? "Lana, please bring me the Meyerburg file."

The door opened. Dick got his first look at the whole package. Her shirt floated from her shoulders down to mid-thigh. Her legs were as shapely as ever, better in motion than idle. 

Lana's jaw dropped. "Doctor, why are you undressed? Is this man assaulting you? Should I call security?" She backed up, preparing to bolt.

"Certainly not. I took off my clothes voluntarily. It's all part of the process." Dr. Fine waved her arm. "Oh that's right, you've only taken the 100 level courses so far."

"I don't care if getting undressed with a patient is taught at the graduate level. It's wrong. This can't be an recommended or authorized therapy."

"On the contrary. You'll learn soon enough to use unconventional techniques. I'll coach you."

"What are you trying to do? Seduce the patient?" A light bulb seemed to go off above Lana's head. "Oh, I get it. You're trying to embarrass him. And that works?"

Dr. Fine scowled. "If done subtly."

Lana looked at Dick. "Oh. Sorry."

Dick waved a hand. "I got it without your comment. But you have me wrong, Doc. I'm happy with being overly horny, as long as I can get satisfaction. And if you hadn't suggested that Cassi go away, I wouldn't be having the issues I'm facing."

"You sent his wife away? Why?" asked Lana.

"For her own good. She needed to distance herself from this promiscuous lout."

Dick strode closer. "You don't get it. I'd never cheated on Cassi until you sent her away. She cared for my needs." Dick pointed at Dr. Fine and spoke to Lana. "She caused my promiscuity."

Lana looked at her boss. "Did you do that?"

"Of course not. His problem is an overblown libido."

Lana's head whipped back and forth. "A what?"

"He wants to have sex all the time."

"Oh my goodness." Lana stroked her chin. "Uh, Dr. Fine, do we know if Mr. Trayshun's condition is emotional or physical?"

This young lady had a good head on her shoulders and a couple of nice tits on her chest. Dick nodded in agreement.

"You're right. We don't know that. Why don't you examine him?" asked Dr. Fine.

"Who? Me? Shouldn't his physician-"

"It was your idea and a very good one. Yes, you."

"Do you think I should be seeing a naked man? I mean, so soon after-"

Hadn't Lana seen naked men before? A beauty like her?

"He's not a naked man. He's a patient. You'll see many different patients - drop your pants please - as a therapist so you just have to be prepared - your underwear too - for all of them."

Dick agreed, thinking that the shock of his nudity would stop this fiasco. He did as Dr. Fine asked, making him naked from the waist down. His cock throbbed in Lana's direction.

"Oh my goodness! It's really big!" said Lana.

Dr. Fine waved her pen like a baton. "Go ahead. Examine it. It won't bite."

Lana approached and reached one arm forward. It shook uncontrollably. "Oh no! I shouldn't be doing this."

Dr. Fine sighed. "Please. Collect yourself."

Lana plopped down onto the couch, her head supported by her hands.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked.

"Lana had a very bad experience. With men. I thought we'd worked everything out but apparently not."

And she called herself a professional!

Dr. Fine led Dick to where Lana was sitting. "Now, dear, this will be a good exercise for you as well as Mr. Trayshun. Please, be the professional I know you can be."

Lana raised her head. Dick's cock was at her eye level. Hesitantly, she lifted her hand and pulled back the skin. "The head is bloated. He's quite large."

"Any deformities? Blemishes? Abrasions?" Dr. Fine sat down. Dick's body blocked her view of Lana's activities.

Lana's hand stroked the needy erection. "None that I can tell." Lana looked up and winked at Dick before nibbling his cock. "This is the first time I've seen male genitalia since you rescued me."

"It's all right dear. I'll keep you safe from any threats. Perhaps it would be beneficial for you to tell Mr. Trayshun your story."

Lana was silent.

Dr. Fine took up the slack. "Lana was raped by two con artists who lured her-"

Lana's fingers clamped down on Dick's cock. "Please, Doctor, must you? You're distracting me from your patient."

"Yes, actually. Acknowledging a problem is halfway to resolving it. But you're correct, again. We must focus on Mr. Trayshun without forgetting you. Perhaps we can do both at the same time."

"How would we do that?" Lana kept up her gentle strokes of Dick's cock.

Was she supposed to be wanking Dick? He thought the order was examine, not beat off.

"You need to stabilize your relationships with men. Perhaps with someone like Mr. Trayshun here. Despite all of your professed horniness, Sandy told me you were quite gentle. You can be gentle, can't you? Come, let's talk."

Dr. Fine coaxed him away from Lana. Dick reluctantly stepped away from Lana's superb nonchalant handjob. He followed Dr. Fine to the corner of the room. Dick was nervous being naked from the waist down standing so close to a woman in bra and panties, but he could control himself for a minute with the bird woman. "I believe a bit of gentle physical attention would be good for Ms. Witherspoon."

"You told me to keep my hands off her, and now you're suggesting the opposite. Is this some kind of trick? You'll call the police and accuse me of molesting her?

"No, not at all. Lana would never let things go that far. Those two brutes did terrible things to her. She views men as dangerous. Perhaps a gentle touch under my supervision would break through that emotional barrier. I trust her self-imposed limits. You can do whatever she allows. Is that clear?"

"So go along with her lead, huh? Okay." Dick shrugged at the turn of events.

Lana stood as they walked back. She had a puzzled look on her face. "What was that all about?"

Dick didn't restrain himself. He cupped Lana's face.

She brought her hand up, grabbing his wrist. "What are you doing?"

Dr. Fine lowered herself into her chair, still in bra and panties. "No, no this is good. He's being gentle. Aren't you Mr. Trayshun?"

"Oh yes. Gentle." He leaned forward her face close to his. "You're so beautiful." He touched his lips to hers.

She lips were soft and warm but she stood stiff. He remained so. It was a brushing glance, not even a real kiss.

Dr. Fine crossed her legs. "Well done. You have more self-control than you give yourself credit for. You'd like to do more wouldn't you? Touch Ms. Witherspoon, yes?"

Dick nodded.

"All right but gently. Where would you like to be touched, my dear?"

"My breasts." Lana's face was flushed.

Dr. Fine nodded in approval.

Dick passed his hand over Lana's breast.

"It's nice, isn't it? It makes you feel good, not bad. You're in control, you know."

"I am?" Lana's hand returned to his cock. She stroked harder. "Like this?"

Lana's touch was titillating and torture. He'd passed up Bethany, and now a beautiful woman was playing with his cock. He took her breasts in his hands, palpating the soft flesh.

"Oooh. This reminds me of the photo shoot."

Dick pulled his hands away, scared to bring back upsetting memories. Lana brought them back. "Not the bad part. The good part. When the first model caressed me. Fondled me. And I fondled him back." Lana crouched in front of Dick as he stood facing Dr. Fine, scribbling furiously in her notepad, head down. Lana's head blocked the good doctor's view of his privates, thank goodness. Bad enough that Dr. Fine hadn't put her blouse or skirt back on. Lana's fingers tickled Dick's cock. "No scars or lesions. No distinguishing marks at all." She snuck another nibble, her lips flirting with the head. Dick stifled a yelp in response. She wasn't supposed to give him a blowjob. Just an exam. Lana stood, her hands running from her stomach to her groin. She was turned on. Dr. Fine was not in position to witness her receptionists condition.

"All done? asked the doctor.

"Could I have Mr. Trayshun massage my shoulders?"

"If you'd like. Having a man make physical contact will help normalize your feelings."

Lana led Dick to the far side of Dr. Fine's desk. She turned her back. "Go ahead, massage my shoulders."

Dick leaned closer and put his hands on either side of her neck. As he palpated her muscles, she reached behind and took his bare cock in hand. Five long stokes kept him rigid. "So your wife has been away for about a week. And Dr. Fine says you have strong sexual needs?"

"Good, be his therapist." Dr. Fine pulled the Meyerburg file from her desk and opened it.

Dick's hips dipped involuntarily. "You have no idea how hard it's been-"

"Oh yes I do." She squeezed Dick's cock with serious interest. "Oh yes I do." She wiggled her shoulders under Dick's hands. "My top is getting in the way. Can I have him touch my skin?"

Dr. Fine glanced up. "Certainly as long as you maintain control."

"Oh yes. For sure."

Dick slid his hands under her oversized shirt, exposing her naked back and the elastic top of her leggings. Her skin was soft and warm. Lana tugged his cock with her left hand and then slid her leggings down a bit on her hip. She changed hands, stroked and slid down the left side. After alternating hands a few times, Dick's cock remained hard and the leggings were positioned below her round buttocks. The panties had dropped too. It took only a gentle tug to convince Dick to move closer, putting his cock between her bare thighs in proximity to her pussy. "And these erections you get, how do you deal with them?" With her left hand she reached behind and popped the latch of her bra.

"When Cassi was here, we'd engage in the most sensual foreplay."

Lana's voice dropped to a whisper. "Sounds wonderful. Hold my naked breasts."

Dick slid his hands from Lana's shoulders and around in front. Hard nipples capping good-sized hanging breasts greeted his palms. His instinct was to massage them, even though Lana hadn't asked. She had removed her bra, after all. "Dr. Fine has already mentioned my ill-advised intercourse with one of my wife's friends, for which I'm deeply sorry."

"Deeply, hmm? And now you have nowhere to turn, do you?"

"Lana, don't tease the patient," mumbled Dr. Fine. She flipped another page in the file on her lap.

"I won't." Lana moaned and dragged Dick's cock against her labia. "I'm leaking."

Dr. Fine looked up. Dick stopped rubbing Lana's breasts, his fingers back on her shoulders. "I've never had such a case, where two partners supported each other's mutual delusion. No one 'needs' sex that frequently. You chose to share that fantasy to satisfy your libidos. Having your wife get away for a while, out from this shared fantasy, will prove to her that it is all phony. But I needed to see you, to convince you of the false nature of your situation. Otherwise, Cassi will relapse into this destructive behavior.

"Destructive? That's precisely what you've been. I don't know how Cassi is handling her situation, but I've been going nuts."

Lana fondled Dick's balls.

Lana kept up the conversation as a cover for their foreplay. "How many women have you had sex with since Cassi left, including Sandy?" 

Should I count her? "Three?"

"Two others besides Sandy?" Lana clicked her tongue. "My, you've been a nasty boy"

"See, I knew it! Your infidelity is the symptom of a greater psychological problem. It's all in his mind, my dear." Dr. Fine kept taking notes and reading the file Lana had brought her. "How is it coming for you, my dear?"

"Good. Really good. Mr. Trayshun is relieving my stress."

"Are you comfortable with him touching you, and visa versa?"

"Oh yes, very comfortable. This was an excellent suggestion."

"See? My instincts were correct. I knew providing some physical contact with a man would straighten things out."

Dick knew that Lana's pussy would straighten out his cock and give him the orgasm he was desperate for. He was not to be denied after Bethany's aborted encounter, not while being this close. Lana seemed more than willing. He tilted his hips, slipping his cock barely into the receptionist's pussy. 

Lana moaned. "There's nothing wrong with Mr. Trayshun. He's in great shape. I think he's just above average horny."

Dr. Fine marked up the patient file in her lap. "Then it's merely a matter of self control."

Lana thrust her ass back, taking more of Dick's dick. "Oh, I hope not." Her pussy rippled as Dick slid deeper, then out and in. 

Dick wondered how horizontal sex would be, Lana's muscular legs wrapped around his waist. 

"What do you mean, you hope not?" Dr. Fine stood and approached. "What are you doing? My god! You're having intercourse! Stop it. Stop it right now!"

"No! He's normalizing my relationship with men. Oh and he's doing a great job." Lana dropped all pretense and bucked against Dick. "It feels so good."

"What did you do to her? What did you say to make her succumb?"

Dick repeated his thrusts up Lana's talented channel. "I didn't do a thing. She wanted this."

"The hell she did! Lana, dear, I thought those two men traumatized you. That you felt violated."

"I'm sorry I lied, but you would never have taken me in if I'd told you the truth. Oh God, this feels marvelous. You see, in the studio, taking racy photos, I enjoyed sex with the two of them. In fact, I loved it too much. I was devastated when they kicked me out. Said I was high maintenance. They taught me to love sex and then threw me out. I've been without ever since you found me at that Starbucks." Dick kept humping Lana through her confession. "When I saw Mr. Trayshun's penis I knew I had to have it. To feel it. It's marvelous. Just like Jeremy's. He was the white guy."

"But you can't be doing this with a patient."

Dick caught Dr. Fine's eyes. "Unconventional therapies, isn't that what you said?" 

"Mr. Trayshun suffers from being horny and you sent his normal sex partner away. This is my prescription. It's not a long-term cure but it'll have to do. And he's doing great! Oh God, you should do this professionally."

The idea of acting in porn had never crossed Dick's mind. Was he that good? He'd have to lose a few pounds-

Dr. Fine chucked the file to the floor. "Maybe so, but not here. Not any more. Mr. Trayshun, you're done."

Lana bucked harder and faster against Dick's cock. "No he's not, and neither am I!"

Dr. Fine grabbed Dick's arm. "Ah but he is. Right now, sir, or I will call the police."

No cock on the clock? Dr. Fine had offered sex and promised not to call the police if he stimulated Lana. What a hypocrite! Dick pulled out, Lana's labia spread wide. They were nowhere near done. Lana could be ridden for hours he expected, given her porn star training.

"Nooooo!" Lana lunged for Dick, reaching out to embrace him while keeping her legs spread for reinsertion. 

Dr. Fine inserted herself between them. "Get dressed. Leave. Perhaps there is something in your physiology that drives your sexual urges. Perhaps you emit pheromones that make normal women want to join you in sexual liaisons. But not here. Not in my office and not with my secretary and student."

Dick pulled up his underwear and pants. Dr. Fine was successful at keeping Lana away by embracing her. He dawdled towards the door, watching Lana half dressed in the arms of Dr. Fine in bra and panties. His cock didn't wilt. He was hoping Lana would break free so they could continue to mutual orgasms. Dr. Fine hugged Lana tight, dispensing whispered advice at no charge. Lana nodded at her mentors words but blew Dick a kiss behind the doctor's back. Maybe one day they'd pick up where they left off.




STRIP Ch. 09



As he got into his car, Dick hoped Penny wasn't home. In his condition, after two sexually arousing but unfulfilling incidents, he wasn't sure he could hold himself back from getting the relief he needed, even with his daughter.

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Dick dipped his wick into Bethany and Lana, but kept his rocks on. He's horny as hell and vulnerable. Who will take advantage? And where is Cassi?

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STRIP Ch. 10



 Chapter Ten - Getting Schooled

WARNING:

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This is Chapter Ten of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend, hot for Rod

In Chapter Nine, Dick rebuffs Bethany's advances despite her demanding advances. A call from Cassi's psychologist Dr. Fine gets him out of the house. Dr. Fine insists on curing Dick, lest he be a bad influence on Cassi when she returns. In the process, Dr. Fine pairs Dick up with her receptionist Lana Witherspoon for some role-play. Lana is both a student of Dr. Fine's as well as in counseling for her own trauma, falling into a photography scam that left her well-fucked but abandoned. Lana seduces Dick stealthily in Dr. Fine's office, finally admitting she wasn't abandoned. Instead, she'd proven to be hornier than the scammers could handle. Dr. Fine interrupts Dick and Lana's coupling, much to their mutual dismay. Dick leaves even hornier than he arrived, worried what he might do with Penny if he finds her at home.

This chapter picks up with Dick immediately after leaving the doctor's office.

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Dick reached into his pocket and found his car keys as well as two dry cleaning stubs. He'd forgotten his errand. He was about to put his car into DRIVE when his cell phone rang. The number wasn't in his contacts. It was local but unfamiliar. He put the transmission into PARK and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Mr. Treyshun?" The voice was female and not one of Rod or Penny's classmates.

"Yes."

"This is Dr. Lynnruth Heyson from the high school. I'm one of the coordinators for the STRIP program."

Dick wondered if coordinators sat in their offices, or did they get to watch the student subjects get naked and personal? Dick's hands got clammy and damp. "Is Rod in any trouble?" Dick's mind leaped to the worst.

"I'd rather speak with you in person about your son, if that's all right."

It was bad news. And on a Saturday? Must be really bad. Don't any of these people believe in weekends? "Where are you? Are you at the school?"

"Yes. Please use the main entrance and turn left. My office is halfway down the corridor. ItÕs labeled."

"All right. See you soon." Dick mused about a parent/teacher conference regarding his son Rod's sexual behavior. He'd witnessed first hand when Rod fucked Bridget the consultant. He'd done well and allowed Dick to avoid an extra extramarital affair. The ride to the school was mercifully short, less time to image the bad news Dr. Heyson would share at their meeting. Dick parked his car and took the front stairs two at a time. He hurried through the door and down the corridor. The office sign made his destination obvious. He knocked.

"Come in."

The door squeaked as Dick opened it. Dr. Lynnruth Heyson got out of her cloth upholstered armless task chair. Her striped button-down shirt was wrinkle-free. Her short-cropped blonde hair barely covered her ears. She extended her hand and Dick shook it. "Nice to meet you." There was no second chair, only an examination table like the ones in a doctor's office, complete with paper from head to foot. 

She pointed to the examination table. "Have a seat."

Dick hopped up but remained vertical, legs dangling. "This is about Rod, isn't it?" Dick felt stupid. Of course it was about his son.

Dr. Heyson nodded. "Rod is an excellent student. He's taken the STRIP message to heart. Dr. Breedmore and I are very pleased with his progress."

"Dr. Breedmore? Who's he?"

"I'm sorry, I thought all of the parents with participating students knew Dr. Breedmore. He's the founder of CUNT, Coaching Upstanding Nubile Teens, the prototype program he started in California. I've never met a sweeter, kinder, more gentle, dedicated sex therapist. Our school was lucky to snatch him up for STRIP."

Cunt? Snatch? Dick squirmed. "Taking STRIP to heart is a good thing, right?" Dick didn't know why Dr. Heyson was beating around the bush. Bush! He imagined he had x-ray vision and could see the doctor's pussy beneath her slacks. God, was he horny!

"Usually. I remember Rod told us in his entry interview that his parents were highly sexed and he was worried that he'd never figure things out. Yet he's become one of STRIP's best pupils. You and wife must have been very supportive during Rod's participation."

Yeah, Cassi fucked him silly the first week. "We tried real hard." All the talk about sex had Dick's penis engorged again. Why didn't Dr. Fine just let him finish with Lana?

"Rod tries hard to follow the rules. Maybe almost too hard."

Wouldn't hard be an advantage in a sex education program, especially one that has student participation? Dick was hard and uncomfortable. "How so?" Dick sighed in relief that Dr. Heyson wore slacks and not a skirt. Bare legs would have been unbearable. The thoughts of Bethany and Lana in various states of undress lingered in his mind and his groin. 

Dr. Heyson crossed her legs. "Most of the other partners - we don't call them couples - have snuck behind our backs and had intercourse. Sometimes achieving penetration during their lessons while they think we're not looking."

Bethany had said the same thing. "Really? Isn't that against STRIP rules?"

"Strictly speaking, yes. However, the program was designed to allow students to achieve mutual satisfaction when they decided they were ready, without direction from us. And without our endorsement. To us, students having intercourse would be an indication that they were committed to the principles of the training-"

"Or were so horny by touching genitals that they couldn't stand it anymore." That was Dick's current condition.

"Perhaps. In point of fact, Rod has not taken advantage of these opportunities with his partner. She and I talked. I know she is more than willing and frustrated by his behavior. So I was wondering: to the best of your knowledge, has Rod ever had intercourse with anyone?"

Dick counted off in his head: his mother, his sister, and Bridget the consultant. "Yes, he has."

Dr. Heyson wiped her brow. "Good. I'm relieved, I'll tell you. I was almost afraid I'd have to call him in here and seduce him myself."

"You'd do that?" Dick's cock twitched.

"If I had to, despite his size." Dr. Heyson pointed at Dick's crotch. "It looks like, like father, like son."

Dick covered the bulge with his hands. "I apologize. My wife has been away for a couple of weeks now, and you know how it can be with us highly sexed folks."

"Actually, no I don't." Dr. Heyson leaned forward. "Would you mind talking about it, to satisfy my intellectual curiosity? What does it feel like?"

Dick swallowed hard. Could he describe it to a perfect stranger? "It's like, the smallest thing turns me on. A glance returned."

Dr. Heyson's eyes met his and stayed connected. "Go on."

"An expanse of leg from a skirt-"

Dr. Heyson rubbed her hands on her thighs all the way up to her groin. "Yes?"

"Or a woman touching herself." Dick pulled at his collar. The room was getting warm. "The pressure of a bra against a blouse."

She raised her hands in a stretch that pushed her tits forward. The flowery pattern of her bra embossed her shirt.

A bead of sweat ran down Dick's nose. He wiped it away. "I should excuse myself."

Lynnruth stood. "And do what? Masturbate in the boy's bathroom? Hasn't Rod told you about the STRIP philosophy about masturbation?"

Actually, it had been Brittany. "You mean, that it's a waste and a sin, something like that."

"Precisely. It drives a person into depression. And I don't want you getting depressed." She closed the distance. "I have a terrible secret but I'm going to share it with you." Her hands caressed her blouse buttons. "Because I know you'll understand."

Dick swallowed hard. "I will?" 

"Being around those naked students all day makes me terribly horny. And I can't do a thing about it, can I? I have to maintain a professional demeanor and distance no matter my urges. So, in administering and coaching the students, I'm afraid I've become what you call highly sexed." Her fingers slowly undid the buttons, starting from her neck down. "I follow my own advice and don't masturbate." She placed her hands on Dick's knees. "It would be very wrong for me to have any kind of sexual contact with a student. Male or female."

Did Lynnruth go both ways? "Very wrong." Despite the fact that Dick had fucked Bethany twice.

"But you - well, you're not a student, are you? And your wife is away. I'm sooo horny and you're so prepared." The blouse flapped open. Lynnruth's medium sized breasts threatened to pop from the flower-patterned bra. "I'd like to compare your penis with Rod's. In size and shape, for scientific purposes, of course." Without permission, her hands went to Dick's belt. She was deft at unbuckling and unzipping. Did she do that with students too? Dick's cock sprang from his jockeys. "Oh yes, just like Rod's." Her hand reached out for his cock, hard and throbbing.

"Should we really be doing this? Here?"

"No student I know would come within a mile of this place on a weekend. You must require some relief. I know I do-"

Her words were an invitation Dick wasn't going to refuse. He jumped from the table and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her feverishly. She cooperated by sliding her pants down the best she could with Dick plastered to her. Dick's pants dropped from gravity as Lynnruth dragged her panties to her knees. Dick pushed her against the wall. 

She spread her thighs, ripping the fragile panties. "Do it. Satisfy those urges."

Dick's prick split her labia. "You don't have to ask twice."

"Good. Let us help each otherrrrr-"

Dick drove his cock all the way into Lynnruth. She moaned and clawed at his back. He wasn't going to be denied a real fuck this time. He withdrew and humped. Lynnruth struggled for air, gasping with the penetration. "Oh god, its just as I imagined. Magnificent!"

Imagined with Rod? Dick heard the door open.

"Dr. Breedmore!" shouted Lynnruth.

Dick turned his attention to the unwelcome visitor, an average looking man with glasses perched at the end of his nose and thinning hair. So this was the famous sex doctor, in the flesh? Dick's cock rubbed against the flesh lining of Lynnruth's pussy.

"Dr. Heyson! What are you doing?"

For a sex therapist, Dr. Breedmore seemed clueless. They were obviously fucking, and Dick's cock was still inside his partner. 

Lynnruth's arms fell from Dick's back. "Satisfying our urges. Now, can you leave and let us continue?"

"No. I mean, you can't be doing that." Dr. Breedmore's face got redder.

Lynnruth moaned as Dick pounded her pussy once more time. "Yes we can. We're both connecting adults, I'm horny as hell, and-"

"No, not that. It's because - because - I should be there, doing - that - with you."

What kind of great sex therapist can't even say the word? "Is there's something between you and Dr. Heyson?" At the moment, Dick was.

Dr. Breedmore was speechless.

Lynnruth wasn't. "Oh Rupert! I'd hoped but I had no idea it was mutual!" She pushed Dick away and hobbled over to Dr. Breedmore, her pants tying her ankles together. Saliva flew as the couple kissed like machine-gun fire. Lynnruth put Rupert's hands on her breasts. He squatted and groaned. Dick saw a wet spot on Dr. Breedmore's pants. Shit, he prematurely ejaculated! What a doofus! And this guy was running STRIP?

The two doctors were still in a clinch, Dr. Heyson comforting Dr. Breedlove, his head against her chest, while Dick tucked his erection in and carefully zipped up his pants. "I'll leave you two to work out - whatever. In the meantime, I'll have a chat with Rod. He's an empathetic young man. Maybe I can convince him to fuck his partner, for her sake."

Dr. Breedmore's eyes flashed wide. "Rod? You're Rod's father?" He extended his hand for a shake.

Dick looked at Lynnruth, the sex partner who could have delivered satisfaction, holding Rupert in her arms. "Yeah. And we both know how to satisfy women." He strutted out of the office, still horny but with pride.

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When Dick got home, he reached for his house key. Damn, those two dry cleaning slips were still there. He was about to hop back into the car when he noticed a lovely coed pacing back and forth at his front door. "Hello?" He walked up the cement path. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so." She bubbled over. "Rod told me to meet him here. Dates usually pick me up at my place but-"

Dick stopped listening. Had Rod dumped Bethany for this girl? She was quite pretty. A question he shouldn't have been asking himself bubbled to the surface - if Rod and Bethany were history, did that make Bethany available to him without regret? No, he was still married to Cassi, dear sweet Cassi. Where was she, anyway?

"I'm sure he'll be home soon enough. I'm his father." Dick extended his arm.

She clamped on with both hands. The handshake was more of a massage. "Oh yeah, my name is Nina dePinta."

Holy Santa Maria, two thirds of Columbus's fleet! What would Rod discover after exploring this young lady? "Nice to meet you. What was this about a date?"

"Rod told me to meet him here. We're probably going to a movie and then something to eat."

Dick's gut churned. Had Rod broken it off with Bethany because of Dick's sexual encounters with her?

She continued chatting. "I just moved here from Columbus, Ohio. I should be a junior but I was held back a year. They said I wasn't emotionally mature enough and the extra year in high school would help. I was so surprised when your son asked me out. I hear he's a celebrity or something. Does he play sports?"

Not unless you count bedroom athletics. She was certainly physically mature. Sexy in a bookworm-ish way. "The closest he gets to a playing field is a chessboard. Come on in and make yourself at home." Dick opened the door and let her cross the threshold. He was a gentleman but also interested in scoping out her ass. 

"Then why were all of the girls converge on me, telling me how lucky I am?"

"Rod's been very successful in a new school program."

"Oh yeah, one of them said he's 'the Stud of STRIP'. What's that?"

How could Dick explain the whole messy thing and not embarrass her? "Supervised sex education for select students."

"That sounds familiar. Up until last year, all we had were boring old sex ed films. Then a new guy showed up and created a program called BANG - Building Adults, the Next Generation."

Certainly not Dr. Breedmore. He wasn't hip enough to come up with that name. "Sounds like a TV show."

"Yeah, the head of the program was a Star Trek geek. The program was just underway when we moved. I'd gotten the notice for participation. Bad enough that I was losing my friends and graduating with strangers, but I was really looking forward to BANG." 

Dick's need for sexual fulfillment kicked in. They were alone, at least for a while. She claimed to be interested in sex training. He considered offering a personal lesson, then shrugged it off. Rod would be home soon. "So, was it like STRIP?"

"I don't know enough to compare. BANG had special lessons for the selected students. It was supposed to cover sexual aspects of a young adult's life. And given how I'd failed in all of my relationships, I really needed some guidance. I was absolutely thrilled when Rod noticed me."

How could he not? Nina was attractive and sexy and - Dick's mind and cock were taking him in an inappropriate direction.

"Maybe Rod sensed my deficiency or something and that's why he did what he did. Can I see his room, please? It'll help me get to know him better."

If they'd just met, it was a reasonable request. "Sure, just up the stairs and down the hall." Dick watched Nina's ass sway as she climbed the stairs ahead of him.

When they crossed the threshold, Nin stopped in her tracks. Dick collided with her from behind. "Sorry."

"No, itÕs just that I didn't know he shares his room. Someone told me he has a sister. I expected they'd have separate rooms, given how old they are and all."

Dick thought about Rod and his sister, fucking down the hall while he shacked up with Bethany. Maybe they did need separate rooms. "Her name is Penny." A comment from Nina tickled Dick's curiosity. "You said Rod did something? He asked you out, is that what you meant?" 

"He took me aside, in like a side hallway, and asked me if I'd go out. And I said yes. I mean, who wouldn't. He's quite good looking. And then he took me in his arms. Let me show you." She reached out for Dick.

He backed away. "That's not necessary."

"No, it's better if you see. Put your arms around me."

Dick hesitated. Could he control himself, being so close? "Like this?" She was loosely in his arms.

"Yeah, just like that. And then he leaned his head down and brought his lips next to mine. I felt his breath on my lips."

Dick made the same movement.

"Just like that," she whispered. "And then he kissed me."

Dick pressed his lips against Nina's. Her mouth pulsed and tingled, pressing back with just the right amount of force. Dick hummed silently, a trick he'd used with Cassi.

"Wow! It was just like that. You must have taught him all of your best moves. I mean, my toes curled, then and now."

"He must like you a lot." Dick's cock was throbbing. Nina was hot stuff. Too bad he wouldn't have an opportunity to get more intimate-

"Oh, but he didn't stop there."

"No?" What else could he have done in public?

"He put his hand on my ass." She moved Dick's hand into position. "Go ahead. You'll understand better this way."

Dick understood that his hand had no business on Rod's new girlfriend's ass. But Dick's cock was firm and needy. Holding her ass cheek was okay, as long as she didn't lean against him and feel- Oh shit. Her body was plastered against his with only the lightest of pressure on his part. And his part would now be obvious to her.

"Rod got excited too, just like you are. Wow, you're more like brothers than father and son." Her hand drifted to Dick's crotch.

Dick jerked back, her arms still around his neck. "Whoa! Too fast! I think we should stop-"

"No, its okay, we just did a little more."

"More than this?" He fondled her butt cheek. 

She went up on her tippy toes, pressing her whole hand against Dick's groin. "He must have been really excited because he - he - he slid his around to the front." She did it for him. "There, right there."

She'd put his hand on the front of her pants. "And he unzipped me. Go ahead."

She was already doing the same thing to Dick's pants. Dick played along out of pure lust. His emotions overwhelmed any rational thought.

"And then - and then - wow, he slid his hand into my panties and asked me to take hold of his penis."

Nina's fingers snaked their way past Dick's jockeys, her small hand taking his cock in its grasp. Reluctantly Dick did as she directed, pushing his hand past the elastic band. "Like this?"




STRIP Ch. 10



"Ohhh yes! And then, oh God, he played with my love button."

Dick gulped. "Your clitoris?" 

"Uh huh."

Things had spiraled out of control. Dick probed and slid his finger along the top of her crease.

She went up on tippy toes. "Oh God! Yes, yes. Just like that." She smothered Dick in kisses. "Don't stop." She stroked Dick's cock furiously.

Dick cupped Nina's pussy. Her thighs were separated, leaving enough space for the width of his hand.

"He - he -" She was breathing rapidly. "- put a finger inside." Her hands wanked his cock, not well, but with enthusiasm.

Dick curled one finger and slid it past her labia. Her entrance was moist, and his finger went in easily, but only a short depth. "Really, Nina?"

"That's it. That's it! Wow. Keep moving it."

Dick finger fucked her. "Did Rod do this? In the hallway at school? You masturbated each other?"

"Uh huh. He sure did. It felt so good when he rubbed his penis against me." She pulled Dick's cock closer so it made contact with her pussy. "Oh yes, just like this. He was such a tease, pretending like he was going to fuck me, right there in the hallway."

Was Rod planning on putting it in? Dick couldn't do that, could he? He'd just met this young woman, and already they were naked enough to fuck. And Dick desperately needed a good, complete fuck. She nestled the head of his cock between her labia.

"Rod shouldn't have been doing that-"

"He would have done it, gone all the way, I'm sure of it, but the bell rang."

Bells were ringing in Dick's head. "Rod has sexual urges, just like any red-blooded male. And STRIP has taught him some important lessons."

Nina rubbed the head of Dick's cock up and down, separating her lower lips with each pass. "Do you think he'll do it? I mean, put his penis in me?"

"I don't know. You're very sexy."

"And so hot. I hope he does this-"

She pulled Dick's cock forward, wiggled it against her pussy and guided it home. He'd penetrated his son's girlfriend. Again.

Her cunt clamped down, squeezing. "Oh God. You're so tight. I expect he will, given how far you went in public."

Nina's lip pushed forward in a world-class pout. "What if he doesn't?"

"Only an idiot would pass up the chance, and Rod is no idiot."

"Mmmmm. If he doesn't, will you do it?"

Dick looked down at their joined crotches. He was already doing it, and he wanted to keep doing it. He pushed his hips to get deeper. Nina screamed. Had he been too forceful? And then he heard his son's voice from behind.

"Dad! What are you doing?"

Dick turned, his cock popping out of Nina's pussy.

Rod stood there, backpack dangling from his shoulder. "Oh Dad. How could you?"

"Rod! It's not what you think." Even Dick knew that reply was lame. He'd been caught, dead to rights. Perhaps the best defense was a good offense. "And who are you to talk, after what you did-"

"Do you have to have sex with all of my classmates? Do you think itÕs your duty or something? Sheesh!"

"Do you have sex with other students? Nina asked.

Dick ignored Nina's question. "We were just role playing what she said you did at school. You know, kissing and hugging and fondling. I didn't mean to-"

Rod dropped his bag. "We never did this! Is that what she told you? God, you are so gullible."

Nina turned a bright red. "Maybe I exaggerated."

Rod pointed a stiff arm at the coed. "She pleaded with me to help her with math. She said she was new and the classes weren't the same as her old school, so I took pity and told her to come over and I'd tutor her. I never touched her. We didn't even shake hands."

Both men looked at Nina.

"I'm out of here. And you- ," Rod waved his finger at Nina, "- you be gone when I get back. Do your own fucking math." Rod stormed out, muttering under his breath. Dick heard the door slam.

"I'm sorry. I get really horny sometimes and I just got here, so I don't have any male friends, and I thought that Rod would be a great catch, given what the girls said. But when I saw you, I couldn't help myself. I guess I got carried away with the possibility of - well - getting satisfied." Nina's fingers surrounded Dick's dick, which hadn't gone down despite Rod's appearance.

"That was a little extreme, don't you think?"

"You have no idea. Its just Mom and me. She got a great job here, but Dad wouldn't come."

It wasn't difficult for Dick to imagine cuming, as long as there were no more interruptions. Would it be with this new girl or someone else? "Its hardly proper to have sex with a father figure."

She smiled. "I'm not going to get tutored," she whispered. "Unless you want to help me?"

"With math?" Dick asked. Maybe with multiplication, if she's wasn't on the pill. 

"How about biology?" She pulled him closer. "Mating rituals."

Dick's urges were too strong to turn down this opportunity. He led her to the nearest bed - Rod's - and let her lay down. He stripped off his clothes while she raised pulled off her remaining garments. God, she had a nice body. Dick licked his lips in anticipation. He climbed aboard and got into superior coupling position. Nina wrapped her legs around his waist. He hadn't executed a dozen strokes when he heard footsteps on the stairs. What had Rod forgotten?

Then he heard Penny's voice. Nina's legs had him trapped. He tried to pull free. 

"I'm back, Daddy. Listen, I'm sorry about blowing up like that, but you have to know just how hard this has been-" Penny entered her bedroom. "Daddy, no!" She bent over to examine her father's sex partner. "Who are you? Why are you fucking my father? Oh, who cares?" She matched out as quickly as she'd come.

Nina's hip thrusts were designed to make Dick cum, but the interruptions had been too distracting. His penis shriveled from the humiliation.

Nina's fists beat on the mattress. "Damn it! I needed a release."

"So did I, but the mood has passed. I'm sorry, Nina. You'd better go." He climbed off the willing and horny young woman, his cock flaccid.

Nina dressed. "You know, we could have had a really good time if your kids hadn't butted in." She slapped Dick's ass.

Dick sat on Penny's bed, maintaining a safe distance. "I apologize for getting carried away."

"You? I practically seduced you with my fibs. Don't worry about it. I'll survive. There are plenty of fathers looking to score. I just hope you and your kids get your shit together."

Fat chance of that with the nuclear family having experienced fission with Cassi's absence.

Nina scooted down the stairs and let herself out. Dick pulled up his pants and casually slid his hands into his pockets. Those damn dry cleaning slips were still there! He decided to drive over and get the items before he forgot again.

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### An Original H M Tale ###

Dick is more frustrated than ever after failed attempts at climax with Dr. Heyson and Nina. How will he ever get satisfaction?

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STRIP Ch. 11



 Chapter 11 - In (For A) Penny

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is Chapter Eleven of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

In Chapter Ten, Dick meets Dr. Lynnruth Heyson, one of the coordinators for the STRIP program at the high school. In a matter of moments, she and Dick are fucking, only to be interrupted by Dr. Breedmore, inventor of STRIP. With even more pent up frustration (starting with an incomplete sexual experience with receptionist Lana Witherspoon) Dick goes home only to find one of Rod's classmates waiting for his son. Nina dePinta says she has a date with Rod, and then describes and demonstrates how Rod got physically intimate with her at school. Rod walks in just as his father and Nina are fucking and exposes her lies. The couple restarts but is subsequently interrupted by Penny, who storms off as quickly as she arrived. Dick's emotions get in the way of keeping his cock up to the task, so NIna leaves him alone. He finds the dry cleaning tickets in his pants pocket and decides to pick up the items.

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Dick stumbled into the local dry cleaners, Chen's Best Clean, in the strip mall a couple of miles from his house. Instead of getting greeted by Mrs. Chen, a young woman wearing white buds in her ears sat at the counter supporting her head with one arm toying with her iPod with the other. Her eyes were shut as she enjoyed the private show. Dick tapped on the counter but she didn't respond. He leaned over and gently shook her. Her big eyes flashed open. She pulled the buds from her ears. Raucous noise blared from the dislodged earpieces. She paused the song - if it was a song - and greeted Dick. "Hey, what's up?"

"I'd like to pick up these items." Dick handed her two slips from his pocket.

She looked up the two unique numbers on a wall full of slips. "Here they are Mr. -" She looked shocked and pleased simultaneously. "You're Mr. Treyshun?"

Dick was hesitant in his answer. "Yes?"

Her eyes surveyed him. "Oh my god! You are, aren't you!" Her face reddened. "I'm Quinn. Rod's STRIP partner."

Damn. This was the classmate who'd been unfulfilled despite feeling Rod's cock between her thighs. Dick choked out a "Hi."

"This is so strange. I've wanted to meet Rod's folks ever since we were paired up. Your son is a real gentleman, you know?" She looked at one of the slips and hit a button that put the revolving rack in motion. She had to raise her voice over the clattering of the metallic noise. "He's never broken the rules with me."

The rules about no sex between students. Unlike his father, thought Dick, who'd cheated with at least three women. And it had only been a week.

Quinn stopped the rotating rack and knelt on her stool. Her skirt was quite short. Her breasts strained against her blouse as she reached for and unhooked a black dress covered in plastic. "Penny's or your wife's?"

"My wife's." She'd worn it to dinner the night before Rod's big announcement. God, he missed her so. Large breasts on other women had been a distraction, a novelty. But Cassi's thin familiar body was what Dick longed for. 

"I would have let him, you know? Put it in. Don't think that I'm some kind of slut or something. Seems to me what they teach in STRIP is how to get really horny. For those of us who follow the rules, that is." Quinn glared at the second slip. "The other one is on the upper manual level." Quinn frowned. "I'll have to use a ladder. Could you help me? I'm scared I'm going to fall and hurt myself."

Dick nodded. "Sure."

"Duck under the counter and follow me," she instructed.

Dick bent down and waddled through the opening. For the first time, he saw Quinn head to toe. She was rather short. Her blouse was tied under pert breasts exposing a flat tummy. Her skirt was plaid and mini. Loose white stockings climbed her legs past her knees. 

Her ass shook side to side as she strutted the gap between two eye-level ceiling-suspended clothes racks. Above the one on the right was a second rack, high enough to require a tall ladder for access. Quinn slid over a metal ladder that shook even without her weight. No wonder Quinn was nervous. She'd have to climb almost to the ceiling to reach the crank that initiated rotation.

"Hold on tight." Quinn took a first step on the ladder.

Dick grabbed the edge of the ladder. "I will."

Two steps up, one of her stockings fell to her calf. She dutifully bent and pulled it back up. In the process, her ass stuck out and her skirt flared. His position gave him a perfect look up her short skirt. Either her panties had shrunk or she wore a thong because her labia stuck out on both sides of a thin white cloth. Dick's cock reacted. Those were the pussy lips Ron's cock had massaged, the ones desperate to be split by an erection. Dick just happened to be sporting one at that moment. 

Two more rungs up when the other stocking fell. Dick spoke up. "Let me get that." With no objection, Dick ran his fingers up Quinn's leg, pulling the stocking back into place. His hands surrounded her warm thigh. Dick snuck a gentle squeeze. 

Quinn moaned. "Your hands feel just like Rod's." 

"Really? He never tells me the details about STRIP training."

She approached the top of the ladder, almost within reach of the crank. "Well, we touch each other."

"Where?"

"Oh, everywhere. And we undress and rub our bodies against one another."

Dick's erection pushed against his slacks. "And how does that feel?"

"Are you kidding? Awesome." Quinn stroked the crank handle.

Dick imagined her hand on his prick, stroking it. "I read the STRIP guide when Rod brought it home. That's as far as you go right?"

Quinn rotated the crank. The line of bagged clothing moved a bit, the garments rocking. "That's as far as Rod goes. Like I said, he's a gentleman. Other couples do more when they're not being observed. Lots more." Another crank.

Dick played dumb. He knew that students were fucking. Dr. Lynnruth Heyson, one of the coordinators for the STRIP program, had spilled the beans. "You don't mean sex?"

"Oh yeah. And from what my girlfriends have told me, it's awesome." Quinn picked up the pace, which flashed her skirt back and forth. "There's more extracurricular sex now then before STRIP started. For the cheaters, at least." 

Dick remained coy. "And Rod refuses to help?"

A few more cranks. "Yeah. Don't be mad at him or anything."

"No, but I feel bad. I mean, you're missing out. You should have that experience if you want it." Dick needed it bad, and if he could satisfy this young woman with urges like his own, why not? So what if she was Rod's STRIP partner? He'd already fucked Rod's girlfriend, which was infinitely worse. And he'd almost fucked Nina.

"I see your item. So you think Rod should do it? Put it in me, I mean?" Quinn cranked the line some more.

"Hell yes!" Dick knew his reply was overly enthusiastic. He toned his next comment down. "I mean, I'd do it if I were him."

Quinn rotated the handle, bringing Penny's cheerleading outfit within reach. "You would?"

"Sure I would."

"Right now? Here?"

Dick was shocked and pleased that his suggestion to volunteer was evidently accepted. "Is it safe?"

She waved Penny's cheerleading outfit like a matador's cape as she descended. Instead of seeing red, Dick was thinking pink. "We can be alone and not get disturbed." She hooked Penny's outfit on a nearby exposed nail and put her hands on her skirt hem. With a slow drag, she pulled the skirt up. Her thong came into view, small and twisted and ineffective. 

"Then I'd be happy to give you the experience you desire." And fulfill his own need for an orgasm.

"I'll flip the sign to CLOSED. Then you can help me." Quinn ran to the front, skirt waving.

Dick was nervous but enthusiastic. Finally, after all of the teasing penetrations, he'd finally give and get a good fuck. 

Quinn returned and stood close. He had to bend way over to kiss her. Her form and style were textbook. "At STRIP, Rod and I use a stepstool." Quinn remounted the ladder. She untied her shirt. 

Small round tits reminded Dick of Cassi. He kissed each nipple, then hummed each one. "Mmmmm."

"Ooooh, that's nice foreplay. But I'm already lubricated, ever since you walked in."

Dick was anxious to mount her. 

"Touch me," she purred.

Dick ran his hands up her stockinged legs, along her thighs. He snaked his hands under her skirt and held her hips. She leaned forward. Dick balanced her so she wouldn't fall. "You won't tell Rod, will you? I'm sure he'd be upset."

"Why? This is no different than if I had a boyfriend who had sex with me." She kissed Dick hard. "Show me your penis."

Dick whipped his pants open. He leaned back, his erection full and impressive. "How's this?"

"Oh God it looks just like Rod's."

He put it within reach of her small hands. "And how does it feel?"

Her hand traversed the length of his cock. "Yours is hotter. And even better, you're not afraid to use it." She lifted an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"Just watch." Dick hooked his fingers in Quinn's panties and slid them down, taking her stockings to her ankles. "Can you spread your legs?"

She kicked the panties off. They flew over Dick's head. "Even better." Quinn put one of her legs on Dick's shoulder, opening her thighs wide. For balance, she put her arms around Dick's neck.

Dick thought about Rod's reaction to him fucking Bethany. "You can't tell Rod we did this. Promise me."

"Oh, okay, I promise." She grasped Dick's cock and positioned it at her pussy. "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Dick hadn't done anything yet, and already he was getting kudos. Past time to give her something to remember. His cock grazed her labia. 

She released one arm to reach down and guide Dick's dick. She rubbed the head of his cock against her slit and pulled it in. "Oooh, it's so fat."

Dick leaned forward so as not to dislodge her from the ladder or himself from her. He humped his hips. "Is it what you expected?"

"Even better. I can't believe I'm taking it."

She was only getting the head. Dick yearned for real fucking. "Deeper?" He prayed for an affirmative response.

"Oh yes! Hell yes. All the way!" Quinn's face was flushed.

Dick grabbed her whole body and held her to his chest. She was surprisingly light. Her legs surrounded him just above the waist. He pulled her away from the unstable ladder. Gravity helped him impale her on his cock. She accepted a couple of inches. "Does this hurt? You're so tight."

"Oh no! Not at all. You have to go deeper. Please, keep going."

Dick let her body slide against his as his cock snaked further in.

"Ohhhhhhh God. You're filling me up." She kissed him non-stop, and he returned the favor. Their saliva flew, splattering nearby plastic-shielded garments. 

There was no shield to prevent Dick's onslaught of Quinn's pussy. He lifted and dropped her, over and over, grinding deeper. "This is what sex is supposed to feel like." God, she felt good, and she was just starting her sexual career.

Quinn moaned and exhaled sharply with each thrust. "I think, ooh, yes, I'm, ooooooh." Her pussy tightened against Dick's cock and she screamed. "Wowee, a vaginal orgasm! Don't stop. Keep going."

She'd had hers, and now Dick wanted his. Dick accelerated their movements, yearning for the climax he'd been denied several times that day. "Get ready." He bounced her up and down. Her small breasts wiggled like firm Jell-O.

One of the motor-driven racks began to rotate. Dick stood still, Quinn held tight, his cock at full penetration. A shrill voice called out, "Missy Quinn? Why the shop closed?" What wrong?"

"Shit, it's Mrs. Chen." Quinn pulled herself up and off Dick's throbbing penis, then jumped to the floor. "She must have come in from the alley." She tied her blouse and pulled up her fallen stockings, leaving her thong on the floor where she'd kicked it. "Quick, get to the front. She can't find you back here. Where's my skirt?"

Dick tucked his erection away as he jogged towards the front of the store, and ducked under the counter. Moments later, Mrs. Chen and Quinn approached together, Penny's cheerleading outfit in Quinn's hand. "So you see, I couldn't leave the front door open while I was getting this for Mr. Treyshun. It wouldn't have been safe."

Mrs. Chen threw her a skeptical stare.

Dick spoke up. "It was my idea, actually. I didn't want to be responsible if something happened in the store while Quinn was away from the desk."

"Oh. All right." Mrs. Chen looked at Quinn. "He pay?"

Quinn nodded even though he hadn't. She was rewarding him for their aborted coupling. She snuck him a wink, which he hoped was an invitation to complete what they'd started.

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Dick dragged himself into the house. "Anybody home?" No answer. He peeked into the kitchen. A note on the counter read:

Dad,

I've got a big surprise for you. Be home soon.

Rod

Big surprise? As Dick trudged up stairs, he considered the vague note. Maybe Rod was going to announce that he'd dumped Bethany and taken Quinn as his new girlfriend. Just Dick's luck that he'd screwed another of Rod's female companions. Or maybe that Rod had successfully bedded Dr. Lynnruth Heyson, the STRIP program coordinator. After all, she'd told Dick she was excited by the naked students. So horny she'd let him fuck her. Dick had started to fuck a whole bunch of females, achieving no personal satisfaction. His scrotum ached. 

He hung his wife's black dress in her closet and temporarily hung Penny's cheerleading outfit on the open closet door. In the bathroom, he forced himself to pee despite a partial erection. If Penny had been home, Dick was sure he would have taken her up on her previous offer. Why hadn't he accepted the first time she asked? Her naked body, ripe and writhing, yearning for satisfaction. Dick yearned for satisfaction, glancing at Penny's uniform over his shoulder. After he shook his cock, he stroked it, almost unconsciously. He shuffled back to the bedroom, his pants at his ankles. He imagined Penny standing there in her uniform, tempting him, luring him. His cock throbbed. Maybe he could pretend instead of doing the deed for real.

He stepped out of his pants and pulled off his jockeys, leaving him naked from the waist down. From his drawer, he snatched handfuls of socks and stuffed them up into Penny's sweatshirt. Perfect! Pretend Penny had tits but was headless. Dick ran downstairs and thrashed through a cardboard box labeled Halloween. A styrofoam head and blonde wig were sealed in plastic. Dick unwrapped them, brought them upstairs and stuffed the base of the head into the collar of the sweatshirt. The hair color wasn't a match, but good enough for Dick's purposes. But Pretend Penny was legless. Dick found flesh-colored leotards in Penny's drawer. A couple of safety pins held them in place. While he was preparing her lower half, Dick pinned Pretend Penny's skirt up so that her panties were visible. One extra pair of socks simulated her pubic mound. The tights were all crinkled up. Dick found an old pair of Penny's sneakers and tied them to the feet of the leotards. Now the leotards hung straight, flat substitutes for Penny's sculpted legs. He sat on the edge of the bed and squinted. Supplemented by his memory of the real thing, Dick maintained his erection. He closed his eyes and stroked himself. "Oh, Penny." He opened his eyes half way, fantasizing that his beautiful and sexy daughter stood before him. "I want you so bad. Bethany told me you needed physical attention from me. You told me, and offered yourself. I was foolish to refuse." Dick picked up the pace, his hand a cylinder for his cock piston. "Oh, Penny, I want you now. Love me like a man loves a woman." He closed his eyes and squeezed his butt muscles.

"Oh Daddy!"

Dick popped open his eyes. Penny stood in the doorway of his bedroom, watching and listening. "Penny? Oh God! I didn't mean for you to see me like this-"

She took a couple of steps towards him and dropped her backpack. "It's okay. Really. I understand."

Dick tried to cover his erection with his hands. "No, you don't. You see, women have been teasing me all day-"

"I know. Poor Daddy! You need some attention. Some relief. And I'm just the one to give it to you." She pulled her V-neck sweater over her head. Her bra bulged with those two full breasts.

"We can't. Or maybe I can't. Doing it with Rod messed your mother up really bad. Pretending was okay, but-"

"You deserve better than pretending. All of those women should be ashamed, especially that slut I caught you with. What was her game, anyway? Fucking someone's father?"

Dick realized that if he took Penny up on her offer, he'd be fucking someone's daughter - his own. "She was new in town and horny-"

"Well, I'm local and horny, and you owe me more than you owe some stranger." She slid her panties down without removing her skirt."

"We can't have sexual intercourse. Really."

"Okay, so we won't." She walked forward, right up to Dick's legs. "Let me take a closer look."

Dick put his hands to his sides. "Okay, look but don't-"

Her hands were on his cock before he could finish the thought. "Oh Daddy, it's so big and hard. It's beautiful." She kissed the tip.

Dick groaned. "We have to have limits. No blowjobs and no intercourse."

"Okay, Daddy, I'll follow your rules." Penny's lips pursed in a classic pout. "But that doesn't mean you can't have a sample."

"What's a sample?"

Penny sat down on Dick's thighs facing him. His cock bumped against her bare groin. "Just what it sounds like. Not the whole sex thing. Just a little to know how it feels."

Dick didn't understand the difference. Maybe there was too little blood circulating in his brain, having collected lower in his body. "So we won't have sex?"

"Of course not, not if you don't feel you can without some awful guilt trip. Just a sample." She took Dick's cock in hand and rubbed it around her labia. "You know, you're bigger than Rod. Harder too. I'm not sure I could take what you have to give." She rubbed his cock between her labia and pulled.

"What are you doing? Putting me in? I thought we weren't going to-"

"We aren't, I promise, not if you're not okay with it. Just a sample, so we both know what we're missing. Feel it?"

Penny's labia clamped down on the head of Dick's cock. "Yes, I do. You have strong muscles."

"A girl needs them to survive in this house." Penny scooted forward. 

Dick's cock bent at the pressure from their proximity. "So this is it? This is a sample?"

"Right. Because if we did this-" She tilted her hips and took a couple of inches. "You'd be penetrating, and that's not sampling."

"It's not?" Dick's cock was getting squeezed. "It feels like just more sampling."

"I hadn't thought of it that way. And if we did this-" Penny scooted her hips forward, taking the rest of Dick's cock inside. "Oooohhhh. Then it's just a big sample."




STRIP Ch. 11



Dick was too distracted to hold back any more. This was his opportunity to get a real release and fuck his daughter at the same time. He pulled back and delivered a long, slow reentry. "I suggest that I make multiple samplings, to fully appreciate-"

Penny threw her arms around Dick's neck. "Oh yes, sample as often you like. I'll help." She undulated her hips, letting Dick's cock take a natural motion in and out. "Do you like these samples?"

"Oh yes!" Dick held Penny's hips and thrust faster, bouncing her on his lap. "I never want this sampling to end."

Penny fumbled with her bra clasp. The cups sprung free. "Sample my tits with your hands."

Dick slid his palms up her sides and under her breasts. "I want to sample them with my lips." He lifted them up and bent over to kiss, then suck each hard nubbin.

"Oh Daddy. You're making me so hot. I want to - oh man, I have to-" She pulled Dick's head to her chest.

Dick was in no hurry to abandon Penny's nipples. He sucked at them without mercy, rubbing them with his tongue. They'd been firm but got harder and fatter.

"Oh Daddy. Oh shit. I need a good fucking, Daddy. I've been horny ever since that night with Rod."

That was the night he'd slept with Bethany. "Did Rod feel this good?" Dick humped hard against his daughter's pussy. "Tell the truth."

"No Daddy. Not as good. Not nearly as good." She wrapped her body around Dick's, holding on for dear life. "I like it hard, Daddy. Can you sample me hard?"

"No, dear. Sampling is gentle. If you want it hard, we have to be fucking." Dick went wild, pummeling her, jolting his hips from the bed, driving deep into her. His cock tingled. He was going to blow soon, after all of those false starts, he was going to have a massive orgasm in his daughter's pussy. "Hang on, sweetheart."

"Oh Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Sperm me real good." She reached around with one hand and tickled his scrotum with her fingertips.

"Arrrrggggggg!" Dick levitated off the mattress and blasted cum deep into Penny's pussy. He shot again and again as he fell back on the bed, toppling her onto his chest. 

"Oh Daddy! That was-"

"I know. Awesome. Thank you."

Applause came from the doorway. Rod and Cassi stood there, side by side. "Well done, dad," Rod said.

"Cassi?" Dick struggled to get up, his daughter's weight pinning him to the mattress. "You're back?"

"Just in time, it looks like. We need to have a serious chat." She cleared her throat. "After you two get cleaned up." She slid her arm around Rod's waist. "And after Rod and I catch up. Take your time. Maybe a shower?" They disappeared down the hall. Rod's bedroom door clucked shut.

Rod's surprise had been to pick up his mother, probably from the Metra station. "Get up," said Dick. 

Penny rolled off her father and sat next to him on the edge of the bed, her arm around his shoulder. "I guess they're taking their turn." She stood, jizz running down her thigh. "How about a shower?" She extended a hand to Dick. He accepted it and let his daughter lead him into the bathroom. Just as Penny turned on the water, Dick heard cry of passion from down the hall. Cassi and Rod were getting reacquainted all right, the same way she helped him prepare for STRIP.

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STRIP Ch. 12



 Chapter 12 - The Arrangement

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This is Chapter Twelve of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father:  Dick Treyshun
Mother:  Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his):  Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers):  Penny Fallopia


In Chapter Eleven, Dick runs into Rod's STRIP partner Quinn at the dry cleaners. She complains about Rod leaving her horny, so Dick obliges to provide some satisfaction. They're coitus interrupted by the storeowner. At home, Dick fantasizes about fucking his daughter Penny as he stares at her cheerleader uniform that he's stuffed with socks. She walks in, undresses and shyly maneuvers him into position with the real thing. At the climax of their heated union, Rod and Cassi show up in the doorway. They applaud and then retire to Rod's bedroom to get reacquainted in horizontal position.

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Dick and Penny rubbed each other with soapy hands. The feel of his daughter's smooth, firm skin got Dick excited, perhaps too excited. Whether Penny was ready and willing or not, he wanted another go. Penny seemed to be enjoying the foreplay so he went further, slipping his fingertips between her labia, pulling at her inflated nipples, kissing her vibrating lips. Penny reciprocated by stroking Dick's cock, the soap a useful lubricant. He was as hard as he'd ever been. 

In the middle of all this, Cassi pulled back the curtain. "Aren't you two done yet? Move it, will ya'?"

Penny froze in mid-fondle. "Okay, just give us a minute."

Dick took Cassi's and Penny's comments as an endorsement for repeat penetration. He guided Penny to face the back wall of the shower and got behind her, guiding his cock where it had just recently been. Her vagina yielded to his stiffness, but not without a comment. "Oooohhh Daddy. I love how you feel."

Dick felt an urgency, and not just from Cassi's impatience. Maybe Cassi would change her mind, or Penny would decide that fucking her father was gross. He needed to take advantage before circumstances or attitudes changed. He picked up the pace, humping Penny against the tile wall, her breasts pressed against his palms. To get a better grip, he rinsed his hands in the spray and held her by the waist.

Her chest pushed forward, unencumbered by her father's grasp. "The tiles are cold against my nipples. God, your cock feels good. Harder, Daddy, fuck me harder!"

Dick obliged, pumping like a steam locomotive. Instead of smoke from its stack, cum sprayed Penny's insides just as she wailed with her own orgasm. The water got cooler as the hot water tank got depleted from their marathon shower. "We could both use a cold shower," said Dick.

Penny giggled.

They pulled back the curtain. Cassi stood there with two oversized bath towels. "I need some time alone with your father. Go dry off and get dressed. And leave your brother alone. He's pretty worn out."

Dick dried himself, trying not to think about how Cassi and Rod had fucked in the other room.

"It's six and I'm hungry." Penny held out her hand. "Money for carry-out?"

"Take it from my purse in the hallway. And no junk food," said Cassi.

Penny bounced from the room, her towel slipping with each movement.

Dick's eyes followed his daughter's expanding nudity. "I hope she puts something on if she has them deliver." Dick did a few final rubs with the towel and put on a bathrobe. Cassi sat at the foot of their king bed in a t-shirt and shorts. "I'm so glad you're home," he said.

"So am I." Cassi kissed him, soft but demanding lips. "I've missed you very much. But I needed to get things straight in my mind."

"And have you?" He held her hand.

"Uh-huh. It took a few days but I'm at peace and everything is clear. Our relationship is very strong. It'll survive whatever we throw at it. But my experiences with Rod proved to me that I need a broader set of sex partners."

Dick was confused and concerned. Had he lost his wife? "Haven't I always been good enough-"

She squeezed his hand. "And you still are, more than good. You're awesome. But haven't you ever thought about other women? Wasn't it exciting to be with Sandy?"

"You know about that?" Who knew to spill the beans except him and-

"Of course. She called me right after. By the way, she thought you were awesome too."

Compared to Arthur, Sandy's husband and sex partner on the 15th and 30th, anyone would be a star. "I have to admit it was exciting, partially because she was different. She was a little unpredictable."

"So you know what I'm talking about. You know, she always has been, even out of bed. Do you want to talk about it, you and Sandy?"

Dick paused. Did he want to share the feelings or details? Could he deliver a play-by-play? Did he even want to? That experience was best left as a pleasant erotic memory, with the details fading with time. "No, I don't think so."

"Evidently you two never had a reprise."

If they had, would Sandy have ratted them out again? "Your psychologist Dr. Fine told her to stop."

"Sounds like the good doctor. So protective yet so conservative."

Dr. Fine hadn't been so conservative with Dick. Stripping down to her undies, pretending to offer herself as a sex partner, and then having him perform a role-play with Lana. Except Lana made it the real thing, pissing the doctor off real good.

Cassi continued, "Well, to be completely honest with you, the way I got my act together while I was away was by having sex with other men."

Dick had previously thought of the possibility, but hearing it was still a shock. "Please, Cassi! I know I did a stupid thing to have you and Rod half dressed when I left the house but-"

"Silly! Not to get back at you. No. To spread my wings."

Sounded more like spreading her legs. Dick had one question. "Why?"

"You and I both are sexual beings. I was before I met you. We seemed a perfect match. Dr. Fine seemed to understand that in our sessions. Her advice was to reduce my need by meditation and self-discipline." She pulled his hand to her chest. "But that didn't work. Why, I even administered sexual comfort to a young man on the train downstate. That's how poor my self control is."

Dick considered pulling his hand from hers. "You did? How come?"

"It was just like with Rod. He was sexually unprepared and I became his teacher. And that's when I realized that I liked having sex with Rod because of how I am. Neither of us can make ourselves less sexually active, but perhaps we can enhance the sexual part of our lives with variety."

"You make it sound like we're going to have one of those '70's open marriages. Can we really pull that off without ruining what we have?"

"If we're honest and remember that it applies to both of us. You'll have to tell me after you've had sex with someone else, and so will I. Promise?"

Strange. Cassi seemed to be excited to hear about Dick's extramarital affairs. "Okay, I'll tell you when they happen. Which won't be very often. I'm planning on making love to you every night, just like always." He relocated his hand to her waist. The night was young, and the thought of sex with his wife was getting him excited.

"You have to tell me, otherwise we're just cheating on each other, and that's not the point."

Dick didn't get the point. Maybe Dr. Fine could figure out the point if she heard Cassi's rationalizations. Would she even agree to see Cassi, after what Dick had done? And would Dr. Fine tell Cassi about his aborted intercourse with Lana? On the other hand, 'open marriage' sounded better than 'cheating' and the word Penny used, 'sampling', was much better than 'philandering'. Maybe Dick could sample some other women and tell Cassi about it. Could he? "Is this a trick? You mean you wouldn't be jealous if I went to bed with some other woman?"

"Not as long as you didn't hide it from me. I know you've had sex with Sandy and Penny. Anyone else while I was away?"

Dick lied. "Nope." He paused to catalog his sexual liaisons. "And I shouldn't be jealous of the guy on the train?"

"No. It was pretty much wham-bam-thank-you-maÕam. There wasn't any emotion in that one."

The words had been too carefully chosen. "So there was one with emotion?"

"Yes, dear. In the spirit of honesty, I need to tell you about that one. In detail. Why don't we lay down?"

Need to tell? Cassi was more than willing to spill the beans. Dick took a horizontal position with Cassi inches away. Her hand was on his stomach. "Okay, I guess I'm ready."

"So it was my first day at my folk's house. They kept asking why I'd come to visit and why I seemed so agitated. I couldn't tell them about seducing Rod all those times or the young man on the train, could I? So I just said we were having some difficulties and left it vague. But Mama seemed to have an instinct. I think she thought you were cheating on me."

"She did?"

"I didn't ask outright, but she kept saying how I could have done better than you and how I married too quickly on the rebound."

"Remind me to forget her birthday this year."

"You did, and she noticed. Anyway, she kept talking about my old boyfriends, and how some of them were still in town. I tried to ignore her, but she was so persistent that it brought up old memories." Cassi slipped her hand inside Dick's robe. His cock had softened the more Cassi talked about extramarital sex.

"So you looked them up? I mean, really."

"No, I didn't." Cassi's face flushed. "Well, not the first one at least."

"How many boyfriends did you have?"

"A few. But let me get back to the story. So one day Mama sent me shopping for groceries at the local market. There really is only one large one in town, Marvell's. I was walking through fruits and vegetables when I saw Marlo. He was my first date in grammar school, when I was twelve I think. We went to a movie and a soda, and afterwards he walked me home. At the door, I figured we'd kiss, like boys and girls did on dates back then. But he stood there, and I didn't want to be too forward, so I just stood there too. And after a few minutes, he just kind of backed up, after telling me how nice a time he had and how we should do it again. He almost fell off the stoop, and waved goodbye."

"So did you? Go out again?"

"No, the kids made fun of our date and harassed us both so bad, we didn't talk for all of eighth grade."

"Hmmm. Doesn't sound like much of a relationship."

"Oh but it was. The unfulfilled romance. The missed kiss. I've thought about it ever since. And at Marvell's, there was Marlo in the fruits and vegetables department, holding two cantaloupe melons at chest height. It looked like he had two big breasts in his hands."

Dick reached out and palmed Cassi's breasts. Her nipples were hard. Either the story or lying there with Dick was making her aroused. "So he likes them big?"

"It was just melons. Anyway, I gathered up my nerve and walked over. He almost had a fit. His eyes bugged out and his mouth flew wide open. 'Cassiopeia' he croaked out my name. I nodded and he was still holding the melons. He saw me looking at them and then he looked at me and then back at the melons and finally figured out how silly he looked, fondling them."

"You didn't say he was fondling them, just holding them up."

"When he saw me, his hands started to caress the fruit, as if he was fondling someone-"

Dick rubbed Cassi's breasts. "You?"

"Maybe. I didn't know for sure. Anyway, we had a good laugh and he invited me to have a cup of coffee and catch up on things. There's one Starbuck's franchise in town, so we went there to talk. And did we talk! He asked about everything I'd done since he moved away for high school."

"So, did you tell him about your first husband, and me, and Penny?"

"Yes, dear, the whole thing. And he told me his story, about his wife who got sick suddenly and died before they could have a family. He was really impressed with Penny - I showed him pictures - and even said nice things about you."

"Me? You showed him picture of me?"

"Yes, and he was happy for me, that I'd found true happiness with the man of my dreams. That meant a lot, because he had to know how much I love you."

"He did?" Why, Dick thought. He scooted closer to his wife, his hands on her ass.

"During coffee, something he said, or I said, it was so poignant that he reached for my hand. Maybe it was about his wife's funeral, I don't really remember. Gentle, just a tender caress. And he told me how he was so sorry that he hadn't kissed me that night on our date. And I said, 'Well, you can make up for it now.' So we leaned across the table and put our lips together." Cassi stopped, her hand still on Dick's cock, now hard. "Should I go on?"

Dick nodded.

"Okay. When we kissed, I felt something electric, like a shock that ran from my lips down into my belly and jolted my vagina. And I got this terrible ache, like my vagina was lonesome, and I knew that if Marlo kept kissing me and holding my hand, the ache would go away. So when he asked if I'd go back to his place, an apartment above the Radio Shack store that he manages, I said yes."

Dick moved closer to Cassi and leaned forward to kiss her.

She turned her face away to break the contact. "Now, see, that's not right. This isn't a contest. I'm not comparing, I'm just telling. Okay?"

Dick nodded. "So you did it? You had sex?"

"Not so fast. You deserve the details. So we waked back to his apartment, more like jogged, and ran up the stairs and as soon as we got inside, we were undressing each other. And before you ask, no, he isn't as big as you. Okay?" She tugged Dick's cock for emphasis. "He hugged and kissed me some more. The tingle continued, now down to my toes. It was like there was some electric current between our bodies."

"Or his floor wasn't grounded." After all, they were above an electronics store.

Cassi slapped Dick's shoulder. "We were really excited. I was leaking and his cock was all lubed up with precum. So he pulled down his Murphy bed from the wall and pulled me on top of him. He let me position his penis at my labia and then he asked me, 'Will this be okay with Dick?' He asked permission, can you believe it?"

"What a gentleman!" Asshole.

"I mean, he could have just stuck it in, but he wanted your blessing."

"You didn't call me, did you? To ask me?"

"Of course not. I said, 'My husband knows I love him. This won't change that.' And with that, he pushed my hips down, slipping his erection inside me with his lips on mine. And I exploded. It was the fastest orgasm I'd ever had, and he hadn't even started fucking me. He took his sweet time getting all the way in; his penetration was almost slow motion. Meanwhile, my pussy was going crazy. It was spasming and clamping down and shooting out juice and he wasn't even sweating. After I don't know how many orgasms, I was pretty well exhausted. So I said, 'How are you doing? Don't you want to, you know, climax or something?' And do you know what he said? 'I was waiting for your permission.' My God. What a gentleman. So I said, 'You have my permission to-' And before I could finish the sentence, he started humping me slow and steady. I was still on top, his hands on my hips. He hefted me up and lowered me down on his cock over and over. I had no energy to resist. Besides, it felt great, so why would I resist?"

"Yeah, why, for goodness sake?"

"It felt like there was a sexual tsunami building up inside me. Minutes passed and he was manipulating me like I was fragile pottery. His hips kept lifting off the bed, the mattress squeaking every time. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he started panting, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He was grunting and groaning and making all kinds of guttural sounds. Then without warning he pulled me flat against him and pushed as far in as he could and trumpeted like an elephant. His ejaculation, it was like a cum bullet inside. It was hot and hard. And that's the way we both fell asleep, his wilting cock inside me."

"Wow! That's some story." Dick's body slumped back, breaking contact. He examined the ceiling for uneven roller marks from the last time he painted.

"What's the matter? Don't be upset. Milo opened the door to my heart but you walked through. We owe him for me being the woman I turned out to be. Was it so bad that I rewarded him for his efforts?"

Dick didn't understand how he owed Milo any thanks. Thanks for not kissing her in grade school, or thanks for fucking her last week? Dick wasn't buying any of it. "If you say so."

"Thanks for listening, honey. And for being such a patient audience." She slipped off her shorts and panties. "We have some reacquainting to do." She lifted a leg over his crotch, giving Dick's dick clear access. And he took advantage. He didn't know if he could generate electrical kisses, but he could do slow and easy, if that would drive his wife into multiple orgasms. He could shoot sperm bullets, couldn't he? Well, maybe not after cuming twice with Penny. Maybe a sperm pop gun. But he'd do his best.

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Dick drove to work the next morning, his head swimming about the previous night's events. He'd succumbed to Penny's advances just as Cassi got home, and Cassi didn't mind. In fact, she and Rod picked up where they left off, in bed as lovers. And then after a shower and more sex with his daughter, Cassi shared a story about her and an old boyfriend from grammar school who after decades finally kissed her and a whole lot more. It sounded like there were more stories to come. How many guys did Cassi have sex with while she was gone, anyway? Most surprising was Cassi's suggestion that their marriage was strong enough so that both of them could enjoy occasional extramarital sex with no harm.

Work in Dick's part of the office was at a standstill as everyone buzzed with anticipation. Events in Dick's personal life had distracted him so much, he'd forgotten that the new system based on his unique algorithm was coming online. No one in the office knew that the algorithm's name, MWSDC, stood for Multiple Women Stroking Dick's Cock. Dick joined the throng at the glass wall of the network control center as the Vice President of Operations gave the go-ahead. Everyone held their breath as transaction processing began, with thousands of customer service operators using the new system. The volume of work increased as more customers called in but the response times remained well under expectations.

Dick watched the brass congratulate the consultants who'd managed the project and each other. The grin on Gwen's face was permanent.

In his cubicle, Dick monitored the performance of the database access through an administrative console he'd designed. Everything was humming along perfectly. Folks who'd never said a single word to Dick stopped by and congratulated him on his success. It seemed like everyone except management knew of Dick's contribution. The rank and file spoke openly about the cutover party that evening at a nearby hotel. Managers from both the IT and end user departments plus all of the consultants would attend. Even Dick's boss, who had absolutely no involvement except that he was Dick's boss, was invited. But not Dick.




STRIP Ch. 12



Gwen came around the corner. Her black dress was conservative length but couldn't hide the treasure of her breasts. They were pressed together so tight, not even a piece of paper would fit between them, let alone a penis. Dick stood up even as his cock got a bit fatter. Was it really true that if he could get into Gwen's panties, Cassi wouldn't mind?

"We owe a lot to you, Dick," she said. "And if it were up to me, you'd be coming." She smiled. "To the party tonight."

"I don't make much of an impression on the guys upstairs."

"Well, you sure made one with Bridget. She asks about you every time we talk on the phone."

"She does?"

"Oh yes. She calls to update me about her current assignment but somehow, the subject always comes back to you. And I'll admit, you've made quite an impression on me too." She pressed her body against him, her breast against his arm. "You know I've been staying at the hotel where the party will be tonight, don't you?" She pulled a thin plastic item from the pocket of her slacks. "Here's a keycard to my room. Seven seventeen. Meet me there at eight." She adjusted Dick's tie. "I'll have a big surprise for you." She let her hand slip the length of Dick's tie, as if she was stroking his penis. 

Would this be Dick's first opportunity under Cassi's new rules? Gwen's hips danced side to side as she walked away.

Dick strained to keep his attention on the system's performance but thoughts of intercourse with Gwen kept slipping in.

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After work, Dick grabbed a quick bite at the unnamed sandwich shop down the street from work in the general direction of the hotel. The shop literally had no name, no signage. All of their mail was sent to PROPRIETOR. They had no printed menu, just a chalkboard listing what the guy behind the counter felt like making each day. With Dick's luck, the special was egg salad with cheddar cheese and crispy bacon strips on rye bread, options of ketchup or mayonnaise. Dick chose ketchup and washed the thing down with a black cup of coffee, freshly brewed, hand-ground beans imported from Peru.

Dick pondered what sex with Gwen would be like and how he'd describe it to Cassi afterwards. Would he tell it as a story, like she did for her romp with Milo? Maybe a PowerPoint presentation with each slide describing subsequent plateaus of mutual pleasure? Dick was all smiles as he walked through the lobby and towards the elevators. A sign announcing his company's private party was alongside a grand curving staircase leading to ballrooms on the second floor. He looked up, to perhaps catch a glimpse at some executive, or perhaps even Gwen, to signal that he was in the building. Just like Elvis. And when he'd slide his cock into her pussy, he'd have to remember to croon, 'Thank you very much.' In the subsequent story telling, Cassi would get a bang out of that.

The elevator went straight up to seven. He followed the numbers on the wall. Gwen's room was just down the hall. He slid the card in and out, the locked clicked open and he slipped into the room. Gwen's personal items and clothing were neat and organized. No hose or undies scattered about, no clothes over the backs of chairs or on the bed. Dick decided to freshen up, slipped off his clothes and folded them neatly - had to remember that detail - and took a quick hot shower. Body odor would have been a real turn-off for Gwen.

After the shower, Dick put on a one-size-fits-all robe he found in the closet, still in plastic packaging, and settled in with the remote control in front of the television. The interactive menu showed a huge assortment of movies, sports and other entertainment. The seductive background music was a backdrop for adult channel ads. What the heck, thought Dick as he punched in channel 6969? The movie was a thinly veiled fuck-fest involving a man, his girlfriend and the girlfriend's daughter. The thought of rolling around with both Cassi and Penny got Dick erect. The doggie scene between the leading man and the daughter didn't hurt. Dick kept his hands off his cock. He wanted his next load to be Gwen's, not in some anonymous tissue.

The door opened with a keycard. He heard the click. Instead of Gwen, a younger woman entered. She was obviously shocked at Dick's presence. He wasn't feeling much different.

She spoke first. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my mother's room?"

Dick fumbled with the remote and got the sound muted while the on-screen sex scene kept playing. "My name is Treyshun and I work with your mother."

The daughter looked at the TV, her hand went to her mouth, which was showing tonsils. "Oh my god, she decided to actually do it!"

His eyes shifted from the young woman, who looked like Gwen at a younger age, to the TV. The actor was fucking the daylights out of the daughter while the mother played with his scrotum. He decided to turn off the set and deal with the circumstance at hand. "Do what?" Dick asked.

"Get even with Dad for having an affair. I didn't think she'd have the balls."

Gwen would have Dick's when she'd show up. Gwen's husband was cheating on her and they both knew? Evidently they didn't subscribe to Cassi's 'open healthy marriage' philosophy. "So you're her daughter? How did you get a keycard?"

"From the front desk when I checked in. I'm Rula. She invited me down from Madison. I was supposed to show up tomorrow but my calendar cleared so I emailed her that I was coming down a day early." She dropped a small soft-sided bag.

"Gwen didn't mention anything about you." Dick thought he'd be spending quality time with Gwen. Which in Dick's mind was horizontal under the sheets. 

"Nor you. She told me she'd have a surprise for me when I got here. Well, you in a bathrobe is quite a surprise."

Something clicked in Dick's brain. "Hang on. A surprise? That what she said to me. Her exact words. And with a lustful tone in her voice."

Rula pulled off her jacket. In the process, she leaned forward enough to give Dick a clear view of her cleavage. Not as deep as her mother's, but compelling just the same. "So what do you think our big surprises are?" Rula's face melted from innocence to shock. "No, she wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't what?" Dick waited with baited breath for Rula's epiphany.

"I broke up with my boyfriend a couple of months ago. Things have been hard since then."

Taking a more focused look at the young woman, Dick got hard. She was quite lovely, like her mother, with a body worthy of exploration.

Rula kept yacking. "She's always talking about fixing me up with someone. All they guys north of the border are jocks and jerks. And she knows I haven't gotten any in months. You're embarrassed. Sorry, I shouldn't talk like that."

Dick sat on the edge of the couch. "Its okay. We're both adults. It's just that, your mother knows I have erotic tendencies. I almost had sex with one of her colleagues. I didn't, but she knows of my needs as well. I thought she was going to reward me for my contribution in her successful project by sleeping with me. Well, not exactly sleeping."

Rula's face turned pink. "Do you think she was trying to solve both of our problems at the same time? I mean, you and me?"

Dick's cock was throbbing in anticipation. Gwen was good looking but her daughter was even prettier and not quite as heavy in the hips. "Maybe."

Rula came closer, put a hand on Dick's shoulder and leaned forward for a kiss. Her lips were hot and moist. They buzzed. Not quite an electric shock, but something special nonetheless. "Nice. Very nice." She came in for second, which turned into thirds and suddenly exploded into a major kissy-face attack.

When Rula leaned back, mouth wet and smiling, Dick said, "For me too." Dick stood and put his hands on Rula's waist. His palms itched to fondle her tits but he didn't want to scare her away, not if she was his big surprise.

"Oh you're so gentle." She stroked his freshly shaven face. "So soft. Mmmm."

Dick's hands slid down, cupping her buttocks to press her closer.

Rula clung to Dick's body. "Oh you nasty man! How did you know I like hands on my ass?"

Dick didn't want to let go after learning her erogenous zone, but he wanted progress towards a juicy outcome. "So, are you ready for a mutual unwrapping?" He pulled away, his hands on the knot in his bathrobe belt.

"It's only fair." She pulled her top off and threw it to the side. Not a neat-nick like her mother. Her bra must have been old and too small, or she liked wearing them so her breasts pushed up in the center. Ultra-tight cleavage, just like Mom. Leaning on an end table for support, she slid off her slacks and tossed them to the side. Her ass was big and round, and her thighs were a little thick, but so were her mother's, as far as Dick had witnessed. In a matter of seconds, Rula was in her underwear. "So, its your turn."

Dick untied the belt and let the robe drop to the floor behind him. "Surprise!" 

Rula's eyes were firmly focused on Dick's groin. "Wow, that's quite a penis you've got there." Rula took one step forward and then froze. "Wait a second. You're not married, are you?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter." His arms were out, prepared to hug her.

"It matters to me." She folded her arms across her chest, covering those succulent tits. "I don't want to be that woman, the one who screws up your relationship. Not like that slut that seduced Dad."

Dick's arms fell to his sides. "My wife believes in open marriage."

"What's that?"

"By her definition, she and I can have sexual intercourse with other people as long as we're honest about it and tell each other about what happened."

Rula put her hands on her hips. "You've got to be kidding. You're going to tell her what we do tonight, and she'll be okay with it? Whatever we do?"

Dick's curiosity was overwhelming. What did Rula have planned? More than just normal sex? "That's what she said. To prove it from her side, she told me about fucking an old boyfriend when she went downstate to see her folks."

"Oh my god! And what did you say?"

"I just listened, and then we had great sex. I won't deny it, her story made me really hot." Dick's cock bounced in anticipation.

"Okay then, we'd better do a great job so your story gets her turned on. Sit down, okay?"

He went to the bed and did as she asked, his cock a flagpole. Was she a pole climber?

"I'm a really good cock sucker. You're already hard, but I can't help myself. May I?"

Rula was a lady according to Cassi's definition by asking permission. "Sure. Be my guest."

In bra and panties, Rula knelt in front of Dick, his cock pleading for contact. She started with kisses, a tease. Her lips opened and surrounded the glans, her tongue slyly flicking the tip. A couple of inches in, Rula's breathing through her nose got raspy. 

Dick's cock sampled her throat. He didn't want to waste his pent up juices on Rula's mouth. He had a lower target with direct access in mind. "Please. Stop." 

Rula opened her eyes. "This is the best cock I've ever sucked. What's the matter?"

"The matter is I'm passive here, and I want to get involved."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just got carried away. Sure. Scoot back. I like to be on top. For control."

"Fine by me." Dick wiggled back on the bed. 

Rula straddled his thighs and toyed with her panties. "Is this what you want? My wet pussy?" There was a damp dark spot where the panties rested against her labia. She slid the panties down a bit, exposing more belly and groin but not cunt.

The anticipation was thick. "Only if you agree." Dick could be a gentleman too, if he tried.

Rula slid her panties down. "I guess it'll be easier if they're off." She got them down to her knees, and then had to lift a leg to get them off. Dick finally got a thigh-wide view of Rula's plump labia. Her pussy entrance looked like a hot dog bun waiting for its wiener. Dick was more than willing to fill her gap. "Go slow. My fiancŽe wasn't as thick as you." She straddled Dick's midsection and rubbed his cock against her labia. "Wow, this is so much bigger than Evan's."

Dick reached down and patted her labia. She repositioned herself directly above his cock and squatted. Dick slid his cock up and back before putting the tip between those fat lips. She lowered herself a bit. Dick's cock pressed through. Using what he'd learned, Dick put his flat palms on her ass.

"Oh, yes. Rub my ass, all over."

Dick obliged, massaging her buttocks. Her pussy seemed to loosen, his cock advancing ever so slightly. He was a few inches in with a lot more potential. Every time he grasped her ass and pulled, her bra-bound breasts wobbled in in face. He licked his lips in anticipation of devouring them. He finally took action and slid his hands up her back to the bra clasp.

"No, please don't. They're kind of hangy and I get embarrassed."

"I don't care. I love breasts." At least, Sandy's and Bethany's and Penny's. Those were enough data points to make the general conclusion. Dick's hands returned to her buttocks, playing with the edges of her pussy. "Better?" He kneaded her flesh, and he needed to fuck, but she'd said take it slow.

Rula looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "So, is this how you do it? Just put it in?"

"No. I'm usually more animated. Why?"

"Because I was wondering when the fucking would start."

Dick threw his hips up, dropped down and thrust again. "Now, sweetheart." She wasn't really his sweetheart, but he thought she'd like the nickname.

"Ohhh, yes. She raised up her head and moaned. "Perfect."

Dick's cock was over half way in and with renewed vigor, Rula ceased her complaining. Just as he was about to press forward and give her the whole thing, the door lock made its click and beep noise. Shit! Who else had a room key?

"Mr. Treyshun? Are you here?"

It was Gwen, the mother of the semi-naked woman perched on Dick's cock. Did she want to witness the pair sharing their surprises? He saw her in the doorway of the bedroom. Should he stop in mid-fuck or keep on going? Rula was really enjoying -

"Mr. Treyshun! How dare you bring a woman into my room and-"

Rula turned in profile. Her breasts blocked Dick's view of the consultant. "Mom? Mr. Treyshun here is just what I needed. This is the best surprise ever!"

Gwen strode forward and put her hands on her hips. "Rula? You're one day early. And you're having sex with a client."

"I sent you an email. And I don't care who he is. He's a keeper! Maybe after I'm done with him, you could take a turn."

Dick's cock almost ruptured at the thought of bedding Gwen. He'd previously gotten erect just looking at her huge tits across the length of a conference room. To see her naked, to touch her body to his. Dick increased his speed of attack with Rula. 

"Mr. Treyshun, I'd like to request that you cease fucking my daughter in my presence. Please?"

Dick planted his ass on the mattress, as instructed.

"Mom! What did you ruin my surprise?"

"Because, dear, Dick here is not your surprise. He may be pleasant in bed, maybe even outstanding, and you are certainly horny enough to have sex with anyone who offers."

"He's not my surprise? But nothing could be better than this. Please let him-"

"So a new car parked downstairs wouldn't be better?"

Rula jumped off the bed and hugged her mother. Dick laid there, watching the two women embrace and kiss No mouth to mouth, but semi-erotic nonetheless. 

Rula had told Dick that he was exactly what she needed. Maybe she was just a generally needy person. Dick thought back to Gwen's invitation. "So what was my surprise if it wasn't your daughter? You?"

Gwen paused in getting thanked by her daughter "God, Mr., Treyshun, you have a one-track mind, don't you?" She reached into her small black clutch. Dick tightened every muscle, expecting her to take out a gun. If he died, he wouldn't be able to tell Cassi the story. Instead, her hand removed an envelope from the purse. "This was your surprise, Mr. Treyshun. Half of my bonus for this project." She held the envelope in two hands, as if prepared to rip it in half. 

Rula snatched the envelope from her mother's hands. "You can't punish him. It wasn't his fault. I was one one who suggested that our surprises were mutual sex, not him. He's just another horny guy. With a really talented cock."

"And after all, you pressed yourself against me and stroked my tie. You have to admit, a guy could get ideas."

"I straightened your tie because it was crooked. And I leaned close to whisper, because I didn't want others to know I would be having you come here to get a piece of my bonus. You simply have sex on the brain." Gwen's shoulders slumped. "All right. Get dressed and I'll show you the car. It's only a Hyundai but I got it with leather-"

Rula clasped her hands behind her back. That made her tits thrust out even more. "Uh, Mom, I'd rather stay here with Dick. We weren't finished."

Gwen stared at Dick, his cock still semi-erect but fading fast under her gaze, then faced her daughter. "You're a grown woman who can make her own choices. I know when I'm not wanted. I'll just go back to the party. I could use a stiff drink. Maybe a double. You treat her right, Treyshun, do you hear me?"

"Yes. Yes, of course." Dick's cock wilted.

Rula approached the bed. "See Mom? See what you did? Now we're going to have to start all over." Rula's lips toyed with Dick's cock as the door clicked shut. Would this count in Cassi's ledger as one or two, Dick thought. Probably just one long story.

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### An Original H M Tale ###

Dick is free to sample other women. How much of his experiences will he share with Cassi?

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Copyright (c) 2011, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved. 



STRIP Ch. 13



Chapter 13 - Patience With Patients

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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This is Chapter Thirteen of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend and sometimes Rod's girlfriend

Venka Chaudri: Bethany's father

Indira Chaudri: Bethany's mother

In Chapter Twelve, Dick and Penny culminate their first sexual liaison with a second opportunity in the shower. After she dismisses her daughter, Cassi tells Dick a story about how she hooked up with an old school friend, Milo. The story gets Dick excited, much to his amazement, and they have their first intercourse since her return. At work, consultant Gwen invites Dick to her room in the hotel hosting the big system conversion celebration, to which he isn't invited. Rula, Gwen's daughter shows up. Dick and Rula share how they were both invited to Gwen's room and promised a 'surprise.' Believing they were set up to be with each other, they undress and enjoy foreplay. Just as Dick slides his cock into her daughter, Gwen shows up. She tells Rula that her surprise was a new car, parked in the hotel garage, and that Dick's surprise was half of her bonus for a successful project. Instead of going downstairs to see her new car, Rula says she'd like to finish what she and Dick had started. Gwen returns to the party, leaving them to each other. 

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The hotel door hadn't clicked shut before Gwen's daughter Rula was fondling Dick's cock again. Her lips toyed with the head as her fingers ran the length. "I'm going to gobble you up."

Dick desired a more active role. "How about some sixty-nine?"

Rula's head tilted. "What's that?"

"Mutual oral sex. ÊCome here and I'll show you." 

Dick directed Rula's body with gentle pressure until her head was over his cock and her spread thighs framed his head. God, she had a good-looking pussy.

Rula sucked him deep as he spread her labia and flicked her clit with his tongue. As her thighs spasmed closed, her head bobbed, taking more of his cock down her throat than she was prepared for. She coughed and caught her breath before asking, "What the hell did you do?"

"Hasn't anyone ever gone down on you?" Dick asked.

"God, no. My fiancŽe thought oral sex was dirty. I'd have to beg him just to give him a blowjob."

"How's this?" He put his lips to hers and hummed, his tongue reaching through her labia.

Rula's body convulsed, moving away from his direct assault. "Holy shit! I'm just too sensitive down there. It looks like you're ready."

She swung around, putting them face to face, her on top. "How did I taste?"

"Marvelous."

She squatted on his cock. His twitching fingers fluttered around her cleavage. "That tickles." He repeated the faint touch. "You want to see them, don't you?"

Dick nodded. "Uh huh."

"Okay, here you go." Rula reached behind and unclasped her bra. The garment fell onto his chest, quickly followed by two hanging orbs of flesh. Each had a large dark circle with a hard nubbin in the center.

Dick held one and brought it to his lips. ÊThe other rested against his chest. He sucked at the nipple, pressing it between his determined lips. 

Rula's hips came down hard on Dick's cock, slamming it home. She pulled his face from her breast and kissed him. He hefted the other tit and kissed it like the other.

Rula pounded against him. 

Up to that point, Dick had been firm but cautious. "Would you like to get more vigorous?"

Rula sat up and shook her tits from side to side. "Hell yes!"

"Okay, we're going to shift positions. Let me out." Dick's cock pulled from her pussy as he slid out from under her body, leaving her in a perfect doggy stance. Dick approached from behind, rubbing her back.

After aligning their genitals, he impaled her on his cock then leaned over and took one orb in each hand. ÊAs he humped, he squeezed, palpated, and exercised her tit flesh.

Rula gasped for air as he assaulted her with his deadly weapon. "I should have - oooh - let you play - mmmm - with my tits - ahhhh - earlier."

"I'm not going to hold back," said Dick. "I'm going to cum and cum hard." Dick considered using the 'bullet' term but that was so 'Milo.'

"Do it!" Rula cried. "Fuck me, fuck me and cum!"

And he did, hot and hard, deep inside her. Holding his depth, his cock quivered twice more, completing his orgasm. He decided not to ask if or how many she'd experienced. Not gentlemanly. Rula collapsed on the bed and curled up, her breasts hanging to the side. 

Dick took a quick shower to rinse off their sweat and sexual juices. Rula seemed to be asleep when he finished getting dressed so he pulled a sheet and blanket over her naked body and crept out. 

Gwen was exiting the elevator that Dick had summoned. "So, how did things work out? All satisfied?"

"Yes, both of us. Listen, I'm sorry I misunderstood."

Gwen leaned close. "You didn't exactly. I was hoping that after I gave you the check, you'd consider sleeping with me."

"Really?" Her previous touching and body rubbing hadn't been accidental after all. 

Gwen nodded. "Bridget has been all over my case, telling me what I was missing. But she insisted you and her never-"

"That's right. We didn't. But she and my son Rod did. Maybe she was extrapolating. You wouldn't have had to pay me, you know." Dick thought quickly. "How long will you be in town?"

Gwen took one step back. "I'm driving Rula up to Madison tomorrow, then flying out to my next assignment. Colorado."

"That's too bad. We would have had a good time, you and me." Dick reached out and took Gwen's hand.

Gwen squeezed it. "I'm sure Rula will rub it in all the way to Wisconsin. Good bye, Dick."

"Good bye, Gwen, and thanks." He leaned closer, unbalanced.

They exchanged a kiss with mouths misaligned. Dick considered escorting her back to her room, fulfilling her desires directly. But it was very late, and he was pretty well exhausted from her daughter, and the two women had a hectic day ahead. Besides, Rula would have asked for seconds, and Dick knew he wasn't up for two more tumbles.

Dick fantasized about what Gwen would look like naked all the way home, which kept him from falling asleep at the wheel.

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Noise woke Cassi from a sound sleep. She pulled back the covers and dragged herself out of bed. Dick's feet got exposed in the process. He shivered and pulled the blankets tight around his body. Downstairs, the kids had left behind their plates, bowls, cups and silverware. They'd had something to eat, thank goodness, before they ran off. The reason for their early departure was documented on the family calendar. There was a game, and Penny's squad would be on the sidelines, cheering, as always. Rod was supposed to drive her both ways and run some errands during the competition.

Cassi climbed the stairs, her pussy puckered at the thought of her son. Dick had rolled over, one leg exposed. "The kids are on the run already."

Dick looked at the alarm clock. "On a Saturday?" He sat up, yawned and stretched.

"Rod drove Penny to an away game." Cassi decided to tease her husband. "Too bad because I'm really horny."

"What am I, chopped liver?" He pulled off the covers. His cock made a tent in his pajama pants. "You know, you don't need Rod for sex."

"I know. And I'd love to have sex with you, dear, but the whole point is variety. I can have you any time." Cassi hoped the next time was only a few minutes away.

"Maybe not, if you continue with that attitude." He swung his legs off the bed.

"By the way, how was the conversion party? You got in after I fell asleep, and that was already late."

"I wasn't invited." Dick stretched his arms above his head and yawned with a snarl.

"But I thought -." Cassi put her hands on her hips. Ê"Then where were you?

"Gwen, she was the chief consultant on the project, she wanted to meet me."

"Ooooooh, good. ÊDid you have sex with her?"

"No. And that's the truth." Dick's face was a bit red. He was hiding something. "Fact is, she split her bonus with me. ÊFive thousand dollars."

The truth is exposed. "Oh Dick! ÊThat's wonderful. You could have thanked her personally. Know what I mean?" Cassi winked.

"Come on! ÊThis is someone I worked with."

Cassi sauntered over. "I'm sorry. I just want you to have your first extramarital experience."

"I did already. Don't Sandy and Penny count?"

"They were before I got back. I meant after we had our chat. ÊI don't like being so far ahead."

"Are you keeping track? Really?"

"Not by number, but there needs to be some balance if we're really going to have an open marriage. Maybe I'll fix you up."

"The problem is, I don't need anybody else. Just you."

Cassi plopped down on the bed alongside her husband. "You know, you can still say sweet things when you try." She batted as his erection until it escaped from the fly in his pajama pants. "How about if I tell you another story?"

Dick rubbed his fingers hard against his scalp. "Oh no! Not another one. What is it this time, the young man on the train?"

"I told you, that one isn't worth telling. This one is much more interesting. After sex with Milo, I was worried that I had some kind of condition that drove me into the arms of other men."

"You mean a sex disease? So, what, did you go see a doctor?"

"Heavens no. That town is so small; everyone knows everyone else's business. I didn't want to embarrass my parents."

"And the Milo incident? That stayed private?"

"He'd be discreet, for his own sake. Quit interrupting. Instead of a doctor, I went to the library."

Dick almost stifled a chuckle. "You didn't have sex with the librarian, did you? That is such a clichŽ."

Cassi slapped Dick's shoulder. "If you'll stop guessing, I'll tell you."

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"Only ninety percent. Ten percent is this." She stroked his exposed penis. "I wanted to read up on human sexuality, hoping to gain some insight. Turned out, there was a man searching through the same area. It was a bit embarrassing, pulling sex books off the shelf with him standing there, but then he was doing the same thing. So finally, I said hello and introduced myself. He shook my hand and told me he was Doctor Murphy, in town for a seminar."

"What luck!" Dick writhed as Cassi continued slow pulls at his erection.

"Precisely, a doctor from out of town who would leave with my secret. So I described my situation-"

"Right there in the library? About you being addicted to sex?"

"I used different words, but pretty much. I told him about Rod, and the young man on the train-"

"You keep skipping over that one."

"Because it was boring. Where was I? Oh yes, and about Milo."

"And did he have any diagnosis, or did he say you were just a wanton woman? A sex maniac?"

Cassi slapped at Dick's cock. "Please. This is serious. Doctor Murphy told me that, statistically, it was either mental or physical, with a fifty-fifty chance."

"Doesn't sound too helpful. Even I could have made that diagnosis."

"So I asked him to check me out."

Dick laughed. "Of the library? Did you really say that?"

"No, funny man. I asked if he'd examine me, to improve the specificity of his diagnosis. You should have seen his face light up, like he'd never been asked to see a naked woman. He offered to take me back to his hotel room. So I left my car and drove in his rental - a full sized Mercury - to the Marriott Suites."

"A real big spender, this guy."

"Shhhh. So we got to his room, and he stood there, waiting, as if I knew what to do. So I got undressed and laid down on his bed, my legs spread and said, 'Take a look.' He practically fell on his knees between my thighs, pushing my labia apart. He was breathing so hard; I felt his exhales on my pussy. It tingled, you know, and I bucked my hips. I asked him, 'Don't you need a tool or something, to check inside?' And he said, 'I only have this.' And he stood up and dropped his pants. God, he had an erection."

"Strange that a doctor didn't have his black bag with him. And doctors aren't supposed to get hard when they're examining patients, are they?"

"Probably not, but this one was. And his cock was beautiful." Cassi put her arm around Dick and stoked his penis harder. "Not huge but with a gentle curve and a fat head that was dripping. I got so turned on, I begged for it. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. 'Use your tool with me. Oh please, use it now!' And I held my arms open as an invitation."

"So?"

"So, he threw off his clothes and jumped between my legs. I lined him up and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit. With one lunge forward, he was mostly in. And it felt marvelous, like I hadn't had a hard cock in months. And do you know what he said?"

"Let me guess. 'What a great pussy you have'?"

"No. He said, 'What are the odds a guy like me finds a hot sexy woman like you in a library?' As he fucked me, he kept repeating, "What are the odds?'"

"Very strange."

"I thought so too. On the other hand, I was mostly distracted at the time, getting fucked by a guy with a whole lot of enthusiasm despite a lack of technique."

Dick reached around Cassi and pulled her closer. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I didn't say that. But he wasn't tuned into what I needed. Just what he was feeling, which was very excited. It didn't take too long for him to climax, leaving me still horny and still undiagnosed."

"I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have left you in that condition."

"Which is why you're my husband and Doctor Murphy was a one-off. The funniest thing was afterwards, when he was driving me back to my car. Again, he asked me, 'What did you think the probability was that you'd meet someone in the library and have sex with them?'"

"So I guessed, 'One in a million.' And he said, 'Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.'"

"Waste of money. Doesn't sound like he's very smart at all."

"Hang on. It gets better. He still hadn't given me his professional opinion, so I asked for it. And he said, 'You're a great lay.'"

"That's a professional opinion?" Dick kissed Cassi's cheek. "I could have told him that without resorting to a sample."

"You're so sweet. And your dick is getting juicy." Cassi's hand slid more easily with pre-cum lubricant. "So I said, 'I don't mean my performance. I mean, my condition.' And he said, 'I should have been more honest with you. I am a doctor with a PhD, but in statistics, not medicine.'" Can you believe it? I had sex with a math geek."

"I could have told you that picking up a stranger in a library wasn't going to be satisfying. I would have bet on it."

"Very funny. You know, your sense of humor is one of the reasons I love you so much. And I'm so horny, I'll even have sex with you."

"Thanks a lot. I accept your generous offer." Dick pulled Cassi on top of him, his erection a pendulum between her thighs.

"I always know I'll be satisfied with you. More than satisfied." He put his palms on her ass cheeks.

Cassi felt the tip of Dick's cock against her naked pubes. She was ready to have him, but just not at that moment. A bit of procrastination would make the experience even hotter. "Be a dear and go get a half gallon of milk and a newspaper at the corner."

"Huh? I thought we were going to-"

Cassi climbed off the bed and grabbed a robe from her closet. "We are. When you get back from your errand. The fresh air and exercise will do wonders."

Dick got dressed as if the house was on fire. "Oaky, but as soon as I get back-"

"I'll be ready. Meanwhile, I'll think about other women who might enjoy-"

"No! I can find my own sex partners." Dick jogged out of the room and down the stairs.

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Cassi was in the kitchen, scanning the cupboard to see what kind of cereal she'd eat. After sex with Dick. He'd be hot as a firecracker when he got back, after her delaying tactic. Which is exactly what she wanted, a lover who was crazed and horny. The doorbell rang. had Dick forgotten his keys in his rush to leave?

When Cassi opened the door, Bethany stood, eyes closed, arms out. "Oh, Mr. T. the worst things have happened-" Bethany opened her eyes and startled. "Mrs. T., you're back!" Bethany's arms collapsed at her sides.

"Yes, just yesterday. What's wrong, dear?"

Bethany sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "Rod dumped me for someone else. And in public!"

Cassi took Bethany's hand and led her inside. "That's terrible! He didn't say a word." She had to be heartbroken.

"Yeah, and for his STRIP partner, of all the people." Bethany plopped onto the futon. "Did you know that some kids in STRIP were having sex during instruction, on the sly?"

"No!" Maybe that's why Rod was avoiding her, because he was getting his share at school.

"Yeah, they keep it very quiet and just kind of slip it in. If the girl approaches orgasm, they keep it to themselves the best they can."

Cassi got moist thinking about nubile and hunky students silently fucking. "And the instructors don't intervene? I though sex was forbidden."

"I don't know why, but they let it happen." Bethany leaned forward. "Yesterday in class, we're all rubbing naked bodies and getting each other really horny when there were noises from the back practice mat. Rod's partner was laying with her legs up in the air, yelling that she loved Treyshun cock and that Rod should fuck her."

Treyshun cock? How could she know? "Really? And Rod?"

"Rod was pumping away, no holds barred, saying how he loved her small breasts and her tight pussy and that - and that - that he loved her!"

"Oh my dear!" Cassi sat down next to her pretend daughter and gave her a hug. Bethany's large breasts pressed against her chest. "I'm so sorry."

Bethany leaned away. "That's not the worst part. When I went home to tell my folks, Mom was out so I talked to Dad."

"He was against STRIP from the very beginning, if I remember correctly. I bet he had a big 'I told you so' for you-"

"That's just it. He put his arm around me and told me not to worry, that there plenty of men that found me attractive, even sexually desirable. Then his hand slipped to my breast. I told him to get his hands off me, and I tried to get away but he was all over me, pulling at my clothes, popping buttons and tearing zippers. Before I could get away, he had me on my back, my legs apart and oh God, he put his penis inside." Bethany practically collapsed onto Cassi.

Raped by her own father! In Penny's case, both she and Dick were consenting partners. "That's awful."

Getting rejected by Rod and raped by her father will do terrible damage to Bethany's self-image. What she needs is a caring partner, who could show her the right way to- The light bulb came on. Dick would be perfect for the job. He always liked Bethany, like a second daughter, and he's already slept with the first one. They both really enjoyed it, from the sounds she'd heard while she and Rod got reacquainted. "Have you had sex with Rod?"




STRIP Ch. 13



"Oh no, we promised to wait." Bethany's face turned red.

"Maybe with your STRIP partner then? A little silent sex?"

"Oh no, we followed the rules."

Was Bethany a virgin? Her trembling voice said she was withholding something, or maybe she was still upset from her father's behavior. The pig! Dick had been a caring and skilled first lover for Penny. "Well, we need to take care of you, don't we? And I know just what to do. Come with me."

She led Bethany upstairs. In her closet, she fumbled through her nightgowns. "You're so zaftig, I don't know if I have anything big enough." She settled on a sheer flowing outfit that had some chance of fitting the busty teen. "Here, put this on and wait in the bathroom for my signal."

"But -"

"No 'buts' about it. You deserve to have a fulfilling sexual encounter. Dick should be home any moment."

"With Mr. T? Oh, I can't!"

"Yes you can, and you will. Now go!"

Cassi hurried downstairs to greet her husband. Finally, he could participate in their open marriage and give sweet Bethany some self-confidence. She heard the front door and opened it. 

"Whose car is in the driveway? It looks like-"

Cassi took the milk carton. "Never mind that now." She gave Dick a long, hot kiss. "Did you know Rod has a new girlfriend?"

"A new one? What happened between him and Bethany? Say, is that Bethany's car-"

"Evidently he and his STRIP partner couldn't control themselves and went at it like dogs in heat. And at school, no less."

Dick's legs wobbled. He dropped the newspaper and staggered over to the sofa. "Quinn."

"You know Rod's STRIP partner?"

Dick seemed distracted, looking everywhere but at his wife. "He mentioned her once, a while back. Oh my God!"

"Yes, I was surprised as you are. Why couldn't he be subtle like the other students and just slip it in, undetected? But no, he went off on a rampage, at least that's what I heard."

"By whom? Quinn?"

"Now how would I ever have the opportunity to speak to her? From Bethany, or course."

"That is her car out front, isn't it? Where is she?"

"Upstairs. Yes, Bethany, poor girl, witnessed the whole thing. During their display, she heard Rod profess his love for this Quinn girl. Heartbreaking, really. Come with me."

Dick followed his wife upstairs. "You're right, its terrible. I wish there was something we could do for her. She's like a daughter to us."

Cassi led him into their bedroom. "Precisely. I'm so glad you agree. Come out, dear."

Bethany slowly crept out of the bathroom in a sheer pink negligee. She'd left off the bra and panties because they were too small. As it was, the negligee didn't close at the front, so she was practically naked. Her breasts were full and self-supporting. "Hi, Mr. T." She posed with her hands behind her, chest out, legs demurely crossed at the ankles.

Dick swooned and fell back onto the bed.

Cassi approached her husband. "What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Dick's fingers tapped the sheets.

"Honey, I think that you should give Bethany a lesson. Like you did Penny."

Dick's head flashed from his wife to Bethany and back, as if he was watching a tennis match. "You're kidding, right?"

"Don't you find her attractive?"

"Of course. Just look at her. Who wouldn't-"

"Then you have my permission. This will help her as well as us. You know-"

"And you're okay with this? Dick stood up. closing the distance to the barely clothed young woman. His hands came up and caressed her breasts. 

Bethany moaned and licked her lips. His fingers dabbled with her nipples, which seemed to be hardening. 

"Yes. Of course. Why would I have suggested it if I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea-"

Dick took Bethany in his arms. Hers surrounded him. Their heads tilted perfectly and their lips locked. She rubbed his back and his ass while his hands groped her all over.

"My my, I love your enthusiasm." Cassi tried to process what she was seeing. Dick hadn't been there while she had other lovers. "But be gentle, because this is her first-"

Dick spun Bethany around, threw onto the bed and ripped off his clothes. His penis was big and hard, fully prepared. "Yes dear." Bethany spread her legs, her labia an available target for Dick's throbbing erection.

"Take it easy, I said. She's never-"

Dick sucked one of Bethany's nipples. "I've got it under control!" Bethany poised Dick's cock at her pussy. With one lunge, he was buried full length. Bethany exhaled sharply then wrapped her legs around his waist. Dick withdrew and plunged over and over, taking opportunities to kiss and suck her breast mountains.

Cassi felt the slight tingle of jealousy. Dick and Bethany were having a good time. Perhaps too good. But wasn't that the whole idea? She decided she shouldn't stick around, potentially making the coupled couple self-conscious. Although they didn't seem to be shy at all. Quite enthusiastic after she gave Dick the green light. 

Hearing about it afterwards was one thing, but witnessing their intimate coupling was another. But there was one person who needed to be chastised, and she was the perfect person to do it. She snuck back into the bedroom to grab a t-shirt and jeans. Dick and Bethany had changed positions, her on top, riding Dick's cock like a tittified cowgirl. Her pussy tightened. Bethany was a beautiful young lady. Evidently her large breasts didn't turn Dick off.

Cassi threw on her clothes and went out to the garage. Bethany's car was parked on the opposite side of the driveway. As she drove, she wondered what had come over Bethany's father, forcing himself on her. She and Rod had been a completely different thing. They both wanted it. Needed it. Repeatedly, over three days.

Cassi stood at the door to the Chaudri residence, a house too big for the lot. It was too bad, really, that Bethany didn't have a brother. That way, she could have offered him sex, just like Dick was doing with Bethany. That would have kept things symmetric. Mr. Chaudri answered the door in a silk bathrobe. Perhaps fresh from the rape of his daughter, he hadn't gotten dressed.

"My name is Cassiopia Treyshun. Penny's mother?"

Mr. Chaudri's face darkened. His voice sputtered. "Oh my! Yes, of course. We have seen each other before, I am certain. At a school function, most certainly."

Cassi burst past him. "Bethany came rushing over to our house just now, with a horrid story to tell. Do you have any comment?"

"Yes, of course. I am very ashamed. But I never would have considered doing what I did if not for your daughter."

"How can you blame Penny for this?" Cassi poked at his chest. "Aren't you man enough to take responsibility for you own actions?"

"Dear lady, did not you hear me? The fault was mine, pure and simple." He tightened the belt of his robe.

Cassi put her hands on her hips. "Hardly pure. So what does my daughter Penny have to do with this?"

"I will explain. But first, let me say how sorry I am about my performance with your daughter."

"What performance?"

"I assure you, when she came over here, while Bethany was at your home after our big fight, I had no intention on having intercourse with her."

Cassi was shocked. "You had sex with Penny?"

"Yes, just as she asked. Badly, I'm afraid. And she gave me the distinct impression that Bethany would be a willing partner, under the proper conditions. So, when Bethany came home, distraught about your son renouncing their relationship in public, I tried to explain that she was a beautiful woman in her own right. And when she refused to accept my words, I tried to show her, physically. I admit, I got carried away."

Cassi was still back at his previous confession. "You had sex with my daughter, and with your daughter at Penny's suggestion?"

Mr. Chaudri nodded.

This threw everything out of balance. If Penny had sex with Bethany's father, and Dick was at home in bed with Bethany, then Cassi's indulgences with the young man on the train and Doctor Murphy still had no corresponding match-up. Mr. Chaudri's words echoed. "What did you mean, badly?"

"I am not very good in these things. I lose control when I perform. My wife avoids having relations, leaving me quite frustrated. That was another reason I took my sexual energy out on Bethany. A wrongful act. I am so ashamed."

Cassi had been excited with Dick before she sent him on errands. She got even hotter watching Dick and Bethany go at it in their bed. Heat flared between Cassi's legs. "I can't believe you and your wife haven't perfected the act of lovemaking by now."

"I am hopeless." He hung his head.

"It can't be that bad."

"Just ask your daughter. She will tell you."

She couldn't help herself. "I'd rather find out first hand." She closed the distance between them and pulled open his robe. Mr. Chaudri wore silk boxer shorts. Her fingers found a wilted penis under the smooth material.

Mr. Chaudri stiffened. "Dear lady, what are you doing?"

"I'm sure I can get you straightened out." Her fingers manipulated his soft stick until it gained girth and a bit of length. "See, getting better already."

"I have no problem getting hard. The problem is in using it effectively. Once any woman and I get started, I become unaware. My mind leaves me, and my body loses control. It is dreadful."

"You just need a strong woman who takes control. Where's your bedroom?"

"This way." 

Cassi had to let go of his erection. Mr. Chaudri led Cassi up a curved staircase. The whole house was opulently decorated. The Chaudris had money and plenty of it. Rod was stupid to dump a beauty like Bethany, especially with her wealth.

The bed was a four-poster, five if you counted Mr. Chaudri's wood. She pulled off her jeans, which she'd worn without panties. "Climb up here. Get in position." He let his robe and shorts drop. Although it was smaller than any organ she'd sampled locally or on her trip home, it was a penis and it was hard. "Lay down."

Once he was positioned on the bed, she straddled him, slipping his penis into her vagina. "Mmmm." She rocked back and forth. Full penetration was easily accomplished. Keeping his cock inside would be a different thing. His hips left the mattress. Cassi stayed on, riding him like a bucking bronco.

"How am I performing?'

"Shut up. Keep fucking." His hands went to her chest. Her nipples were hard under her t-shirt and sensitive even through the material. She could hear the squishing as her pussy leaked.

Mr. Chaudri was slowing down but not softening. Perhaps she'd broken him like a world-class cowboy busts a wild stallion. He wasn't built like a stallion, but his energy was right up there. "How are you doing?"

"Please, I am so tired, I cannot continue to perform." Yet his cock plowed her swampy vagina.

"I'm not satisfied yet. It is your obligation to satisfy me, and any woman with whom you have sex. Let's change positions." Cassi rolled off and pulled him onto her, into her, lifting her legs over his back. She wrapped her legs around his. "Not enough." She grabbed his buttocks to keep their bodies coupled. As soon as she had his ass in her hands, he went crazy, thrashing and bumping his hips forward. Where had this second wind come from? Cassi had never enjoyed such vigorous and enthusiasm, uncontrolled as it was. "Go on, do it. Fuck me. Perform, damn it!"

Mr. Chaudri chanted something she couldn't understand. He slowed again, as if the moment had passed. But Cassi wasn't done, by a long shot. She decided to prod him, reach behind his ass and touch his testicles, to get him moving again. One touch of his scrotum and Mr. Chaudri renewed his assault, humping for a few moments, then slowing down. Cassi timed her testicle tickling so that he was in a constant state of thrusting. "You'd better get me off, or I'll get even more physical." She squeezed his balls. Mr. Chaudri became motivated, actively fucking. Cassi removed one arm from around his torso and slid it down just above her slit. The only was she was going to get off was diddling herself. "Keep going. That's right." Her fingertips toyed with her clit. 

With one hand on his ass and one hand on herself near his groin, Mr. Chaudri gained enthusiasm, as evidence by the return of his radical humping. Despite the fact that she'd wound her legs around his, his body movements were too erratic to control. He hopped up and down against her body, his erection pulling from her pussy, thwapping against her lower stomach and thighs. When she grabbed his cock to put it back inside, a hot mass erupted all over her t-shirt.

He rolled off and laid beside her, his dark skin shining with sweat. He was breathing hard. "You see, although I can ejaculate, it is never inside a woman. It is everywhere except."

Cassi's pussy clenched, longing for a hard penis to satisfy her. She rolled onto her side, facing her failed partner. "You just need more practice. And I have a plan. You and I will work on your technique."

"You mean, we will continue having sex? You are suggesting an affair?" His cock, which had shrunk back to normal, twitched.

"No sir, therapy. Physical therapy." She reached out, letting his penis grow in the palm of her hand.

Mr. Chaudri shifted his hips, rubbing his cock in her hand. "But what about my dear wife? I cannot cheat on her."

Cassi had a brilliant idea, one that would even things up in their open marriage. "Don't worry about that. She'll never notice. My husband will keep her distracted."

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### An Original H M Tale ###

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STRIP Ch. 14



Chapter 14 - Kept After School

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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This is Chapter Fourteen of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:

Father: Dick Treyshun

Mother: Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his): Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri: Penny's best friend and sometimes Rod's girlfriend

Venka Chaudri: Bethany's father

Indira Chaudri: Bethany's mother

In Chapter Thirteen, Dick and Rula, Gwen the consultant's daughter, finish up with a bang. The next day, Cassi tells Dick another one of her extramarital encounter stories, this one about a mathematician who plays the odd and has his way with her. While Dick runs an errand, Bethany shows up distraught that Rod dumped her for his STRIP partner, Quinn, after Rod and Quinn had vigorous and noisy sex in the middle of a STRIP lesson. And when Bethany went to her father for advice and support, he practically raped her. Cassi believes that Bethany is essentially a virgin and offers her the chance to have loving sex with Dick. She has no idea they've had sex before. While they demonstrate their willingness, Cassi visits Mr. Chaudri to give him a piece of her mind. Instead, she ends up giving him a piece, with the promise of more lessons to cum. When he asks how they'll be able to meet without his wife suspecting, Cassi tells him that her husband will keep Mrs. Chaudri occupied. 

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Dick swung his legs off the bed and stumbled to the closet. Suddenly, his nakedness with Bethany was awkward, despite having one of the most energetic fucking sessions he'd ever had. As he closed the robe around his body and tied the belt, he gazed at the voluptuous beauty sprawled on his bed. Her chest was heaving from their last coupling, her legs spread wide. His cum leaked from her pussy, leaving a sticky wet spot on the bed. "More laundry," Dick mused. "Get up, sweetheart." 

Bethany sat up and stretched, her breasts pointing straight out. "You are amazing, Mr. T. Really! And to think, Mrs. T practically pushed us into bed together."

"I'll never figure out women."

"But you've figured out how to make me very happy." Bethany bolted from the bed to Dick's side, giving him a big sexy kiss.

His cock didn't react. "Go on home. And keep away from your father."

"Absolutely!" She bent to gather her clothes. With her legs slightly spread, smooth thighs framed her thick labia, red and slick. And still his cock just hung there. God, he was exhausted.

Dick followed her downstairs. She hugged him one last time before opening the door. "If we're lucky, Mrs. T. will let us do this again." There was a sex bounce in her step as she walked to her car.

Dick couldn't imagine having another sexual marathon with Bethany. It would kill me, he thought. He barely had time to pour himself a glass of apple juice when the doorbell rang. Had Bethany forgotten something? Her panties? Not another roll in the sack!

It wasn't Bethany. It was her mother.

"Mr. Treyshun, so good to see you again." She waltzed in as if she'd been invited. "Your dear wife sent me."

Had she or Bethany left something behind, besides a spent lover? "For what?"

Indira took him in her arms and pressed her open mouth against his. One hand snaked into his robe and fondled his cock. "For this, you dear man. She is giving my husband lessons and told me in no uncertain terms that you should have sexual intercourse with me, as compensation. I could not refuse, could I?"

Indira and Dick had done it twice that Cassie wasn't aware of. And it must have been good for Indira, given her level of enthusiasm. "I'd love to. Really. But my penis is pooped."

She groped around, squeezing it, stroking it, but his cock was unresponsive.

"What is wrong? Is it broken?"

"I just finished an exhausting tumble in bed."

"But your wife is with my husband. Who received the benefit of your expertise?"

Dick felt my face getting hot. 

Indira was not a stupid woman. "Not Bethany!" She tugged hard at his limp dick. "Oh my! I am so jealous."

Rod came through the door, interrupting Indira's groping. She pulled her hand from his robe, but not quick enough. Rod was young but not at all naive. 

"You know Ms. Chaudri?" Dick asked.

"Sure. Hi." He slung his backpack off his shoulder and looked back and forth at the two of them, standing very close together. "I'm going to get something to eat."

"Where's your sister?" Rod had taken her to an away game. Her arrival would make things even more complicated. Hell, she might want a threesome with Bethany's mother.

"I dropped her at school with the other cheerleaders. They had some kind of meeting." He opened the fridge and stuck his head inside.

Rod was only three steps away when Dick had a brilliant idea. "Say, as long as you're here, could you do something for us?"

He pulled his head back and peeked over the fridge door. "Sure, Dad. What?"

"Would you please have sex with Indira? Ms. Chaudri?"

"What?" His eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. "You want me to what?"

"Brilliant!" Indira strutted over and closed the fridge door. She was hungry for a viable alternative to Dick, not a snack. "Dear boy, your father is in no shape to satisfy me. And so it falls to you. It is your responsibility. Besides, there is cosmic parity for us to be together. Your father has been with my daughter, and your mother is, at this moment, coupled with my husband."

Rod had a pleading expression, as if he wanted Dick to object, but a bulge in his pants gave his enthusiasm away. His body was ready even if his mind needed to catch up. "Dad?" He looked at Indira, who was practically rubbing herself against him. "This is really awkward."

"Go on." Dick waved them off. "You'll both enjoy it."

Indira took Rod's hand. "Show me your bedroom."

"But Bethany and I never-"

"Then it's time I made it up to you." As they walked from the kitchen, Indira's ass shook. Her engine was already revving, her hand slipping from his waist to his ass. Rod glanced back at Dick several times as the couple climbed the stairs. Dick gave him a silent thumbs up, the only thing he could get up at that moment.

Dick trudged to the family room, hopefully far away from the action. The phone rang. Was Cassi finished with Mr. Chaudri? Hell, Dick didn't even know his first name, and he was fucking his wife. Or maybe Penny wanted a ride home. She certainly would be willing for a ride in the sack. Too bad Dick's pecker was pooped. "Hello?"

"Mr. Treyshun, this is Dr. Heyson. Lynnruth? You need to get over here, to the school, as quick as possible. Your wife is, well, I can't control her."

"I'll be right there." Dick glanced up at the second floor. Muffled moans and groans wafted down. Rod was doing precisely what Dick needed. Actually, more like what Indira needed.

Dick drove like crazy to the school and ran into the building. As he headed down the hallway towards the STRIP office and turned the corner, dozens of bare legs and t-shirted breasts bounced towards him. Penny had to be in the crowd of sexy young cheerleaders. The group parted and there she was, sexy as ever.

"Daddy!" Penny enveloped Dick in a tight embrace punctuated by a full lips-on-lips kiss.

"Please, dear." Dick didn't want any of the other young women to see anything sexual between them.

"You know I'd do anything to please you. What are you doing here? Want to watch our routines?" Penny gyrated her hips side to side as she pushed her chest forward. Dick was still too sexually exhausted to respond. "I'd love to -" I looked at all of the curvy and ripe young women, still my cock lung limp "- but the STRIP coordinators called."

"Oh, them." Penny wasn't the only one to frown at the word 'STRIP.' "Okay, well, maybe when we get home-" Dick got another passionate kiss. "Later, Pops."

The crowd who'd watched my daughter and me perform giggled as one as they walked on. I turned around to get a last glimpse. All of the cheerleaders had turned too, many of them smiling and winking. Shit!

The door to the STRIP office squeaked, just like last time. Maybe the participants were lubricated but the hinges weren't. 

Dr. Lynnruth Heyson was pacing. At the sight of Dick, she ran over and grabbed his arm. "Thank God you're here. Your wife is unstoppable."

"Why, what is it?"

"I called her cell phone to talk about Rod and Quinn, and the impact of what they did on the STRIP program."

Dick was tiring at having to pull the information out of her. "Which was?"

"We've been shut down, pending a full investigation. Which we'll never survive, I'm afraid."

Dick had always expected STRIP was a bit too "in your face" for his community, even though most of the kids enjoyed it. "What did Cassi do? Is she still here?"

"Oh yes, she's here all right. She took over the conversation, asking all kinds of questions about STRIP and the simulations and positions and lessons. Dr. Breedmore could barely keep up. She accused us of incompetence. Can you believe that? And then - oh God - she demanded - she demanded to be shown what we taught the STRIP students. And what happened between Rod and Quinn."

Dick felt a penile tickle at the mention of Quinn's name. "Where is she now?"

"In the STRIP lab with Rupert. Dr. Breedmore. I'll show you."

Dick followed Dr. Heyson, her ass bobbling just like Indira's, just more compact. The next room, very large and dimly lit perhaps for mood, contained rows of padded tables. These were the STRIP tables on which students practiced their sexual exercises. And occasionally fucked. And on one of the furthest tables laid Cassi, nude form the waist down, her legs spread. And Rupert, Dr. Breedmore, kneeling between her spread thighs, his pants and underwear missing, his penis erect and hanging.

Cassi called out, "Oh good, you're here. I wanted you to be present for Dr. Breedmore's demonstrations. Thank you for calling him, Dr. Heyson."

Lynnruth's face was red. Rupert was her man, and it sure looked like Rupert was about to have sex with another woman - Dick's wife. Dick was none too pleased either. That would add one to Cassi's total and make it that much more difficult to catch up.

"Dick, darling, Dr. Breedmore has been very cooperative. He's about to demonstrate the camel toe slide, which led to Rod's incident. Have you ever heard of such a thing?"

Dick had not only heard of it. He'd done it, once with Bethany and once with Penny. And both times it led to fucking. With Cassi and Rupert both naked from the waist down, Lynnruth and Dick both knew what would happen. "That's an advanced skill, honey. Maybe something easier? Like giving a blow job?"

"Don't be silly. I'm not some inexperienced high schooler. I'm up to advanced sexual techniques, wouldn't you agree? Now, Dr. Breedmore, we've interrupted you. Go ahead, show me."

Maybe it was Dick's imagination, but Lynnruth's hips seemed to be shifting back and forth in an intentionally provocative way. Not that it affected him any. But still, he couldn't help but notice.

Dr. Breedmore cleared his throat. "Uh, perhaps we should change positions. You on top."

"Sure." Cassi let the doctor lay down. In a flash, She straddled a prone Dr. Breedmore. "Now what?"

"Slide your vaginal lips up and down along my penis. But no penetration."

Cassi scowled. "If you say so." Her hips lowered, pressing her pussy against Dr. Breedmore's erect cock. "Say, this is really sexy. I'm getting wetter."

"So I can feel," said Rupert. "Rod and Quinn were performing the camel toe slide just as we instructed and just like they'd done many times before, with precision I might add. I didn't notice the change of position, but I did see a clandestine conversation. Tell me, is this merely intellectual curiosity?"

"Why, yes." Cassi's hips were dipping lower as she rubbed herself against Rupert's cock. "So I know what Rod will be doing in his lessons."

Lynnruth chimed in. "There won't be any more lessons. They've shut us down, pending an investigation."

Cassi's attitude changed even though her movement remained constant. "See, there's proof of your ineffective program." Cassi slid her hips forward, her labia rutting the poor doctor's prick. "I did more to teach Rod about sex than you ever did."

"You didn't!" said Lynnruth.

Dick knew from their previous conversation that Lynnruth had coveted Rod's penis but felt compelled to keep her professional and academic distance. With his son, but not Dick. Except they'd been interrupted. 

"Oh yes, Rod and I have tried various techniques and positions. I even got a book out of the library and we've been following along with the illustrations."

"But we don't teach the kids how to have good sex," said Dr. Breedmore. 

"That's right," said Lynnruth. "We teach them how to control their sexual feelings."

"By letting them have intercourse during school hours? I know you've let others go all the way without so much as a peep. But when Rod and Quinn did it, wham -" Cassi rose up, Rupert's cock hard and vertical, and dropped down on it, taking it all at once. "Oh yes!"

Rupert moaned. "You shouldn't have done that."

"That is not a camel toe slide," hollered Lynnruth. "That's penetration!"

Cassi ignored Lynnruth's outburst. "Oh Doctor, you're not very long but you feel really good. Maybe it's the shape, or the texture." She humped back and forth. I never expected to see Cassi fucking someone else, despite all of her stories on the subject. Since I'd started with Lynnruth, maybe this was parity.

"That is not how it happened," said Lynnruth. "I'll show you." She rubbed the front of Dick's trousers.

Dick's cock was still dragging from his marathon with Bethany. "I don't think I'll be able to get it up. For this demonstration, anyway."

"The hell you won't!" Lynnruth ripped Dick's slacks and jockeys to his ankles and put his cock to her lips. She didn't just lick or suck. She hummed. When she stick an unanticipated finger into his asshole, blood pumped to just the right organ. Dick's cock was rising. She pulled her face back. "See, I'm a professional."

Cassi was still humping Dr. Breedmore, slowly. 

"I can't believe how long I've been erect," Rupert moaned.

"And I'm not ready to climax yet. Not until my husband does. To maintain balance."

"She keeps track," Dick whispered to Lynnruth.

Lynnruth unbuttoned her blouse. With a flick, her bra popped off. Those medium sized breasts were familiar and inviting. "So your wife has sexual encounters with other men and expects you to do the same? Is that normal, for highly-sexed couples?"

Dick took up the invitation and kissed them, nibbling her nipples. "It's become our normal, and I'm behind at the moment."

"I can fix that." She looked over at Rupert and Cassi, still slowly humping. "See, it happened like this. Rod and Quinn were in the camel toe slide position, just like every other student in the class. They were whispering to each other."

"That's what I said," said Rupert.

"Shut up and hold my ass," said Cassi.

Lynnruth stripped off her pants and underwear, naked before him. With a full body hug, their groins were in contact. "Get up on the table."

Dick complied. Lynnruth took the superior position, her labia directly in front of Dick's full erection. "By the time I checked back with them, this-" she impaled her pussy on Dick's prick. "Had already occurred. And they didn't stop. It was if they were under someone's spell."

"Like she couldn't help herself?" Cassi picked up the pace of her humping. Yep, she was fucking Dr. Breedmore all right.

"Or like he couldn't." Lynnruth said.

I took Lynnruth's suggestion and began to hump her, long and with gusto.

"Actually, Quinn was on the bottom." Lynnruth brushed her blonde bangs from her face. 

"Who cares?" said Dick. The friction of his cock against the lining of Lynnruth's pussy was exquisite. Dick drove his cock all the way into Lynnruth. She moaned and lifted her head back. Despite Cassi as an observer, Dick was not going to be denied a complete fuck with Lynnruth. He withdrew and humped. 

Lynnruth struggled for air, gasping with the penetration. "Oh god, its just as I imagined. Magnificent!" She moaned as Dick pounded her pussy. 

"Dear," said Rupert. "Should we be doing this? Having sex with a student's parents?"

"Oh yes we can. We're both connecting adults, I'm horny as hell-"

Dick was going at Lynnruth good, their heads in proximity.

'I want to do it standing up," she whispered. "Like we did the last time."

Lynnruth climbed off and offered her hand.

"Done so soon?" asked Cassi. "Dr. Breedmore seems to be holding out on me."

"The hell I am!" He shoved his hands up Cassi's blouse.

'"No, not my breasts! My nipples are too sensitive. You'll make me-"

"Damn right I'm going to make you." Rupert's voice got deeper. "Make you cum. Make you mine!"

Cassi arched her back at the first touch of fingers to nipples.

Dick positioned himself in front of Lynnruth, against the wall. "Like this, right?"

"Yes. Now, do it. Fuck me. Make us even!"

Dick stuck his cock back into Lynnruth and jerked his hips up, over and over. 

"Oh God. Yes. That's it." She clawed at his back, which made him pound at her even harder. His cock was barely sensitive.

Dick leaned forward to suck her small nipples. In that position, his cock slipped from her channel.

"Nooo, put it back." She groped for his erection.

Dick spun Lynnruth around to face the wall. He mounted her from behind, his hands cupping her modest tits. Every lurch of his hips lifted Lynnruth off the ground. He would have been fucking her out of her shoes, if she'd still been wearing any.

The sound of Cassi cuming from Dr. Breedmore's manipulation of her nipples spurred Dick to finish. He made deep thrusts and then shifted to shallow ones, teasing her pussy. 

"No, I want it all! Your whole cock!"

Dick returned to full-length penetration, which Lynnruth welcomed with moans of pleasure and mutters about orgasms. When Dick felt that he was getting close to shooting. he shifted back to shallow fucking. Lynnruth's labia exciting his glans, making his cock tingle. His balls were already up. It wouldn't take much more. Cassi's screams of "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" was the last straw. Dick's hips went into overdrive, as he pictured Lynnruth's frothy pussy caressing the tip of his cock. And as he felt the surge of fluid boil up, she slammed his cock home, and he shouted something unintelligible, a cross between a growl and a howl. God, he'd never cum that hard before. When Dick looked over, Cassi and Dr. Breedmore were sitting on the padded table, watching their performance.

"At least you didn't fall further behind," said Cassi.

Dick looked down at the puddle of pussy juice and semen on the tile floor. "Yeah, and we won't have to do a load of laundry either."

Cassi chuckled. Light burst into the dimly lit practice room. Quinn, Rod's sexual partner, stood in the doorway, her mouth open. "Oh my goodness!"

Dick's cock, softening from his vigorous attention to Lynnruth, twitched.

"Wait in the office, dear," said Lynnruth, using her arms to cover her breasts and vagina.




STRIP Ch. 14



After Quinn let the door close behind her, Lynnruth said, "I'll talk to her. Everything will be fine."

Yeah sure, thought Dick. And if she's horny, maybe Dr. Breedmore can take Rod's place for some practice. "We'd better go."

"Yes, I have a student to deal with. I hope she wasn't too shocked."

Dick knew that Quinn had not only seen his prick but sampled it as well. That was Penny's term: sampled. "Not if STRIP trained her right."

Lynnruth nodded. Dr. Breedmore pulled his clothes back on. Dick and Cassi got dressed and walked through the office. Quinn's eyes were wide as the couple passed by on the way out of the building but said nothing.

Dick and Cassi walked towards their vehicles. "I wonder what she thought of us, all naked," said Dick.

"She's used to nudity from the STRIP classes. Although I'd bet she hasn't seen anybody with a better cock than yours."

Dick wondered if she meant excluding Rod's. "See you at home for dinner."

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Cassi brought a pan of bubbling lasagna out to the dining room table. Dick and the two kids were already seated. "Smells good, honey," Dick said.

The three passed their plates to Cassi, who lifted cut sections out of the pan.

"Anyone for garlic bread?" Dick offered the tray of thick broiled strips to his daughter.

She took one and held it up. "Looks familiar."

Dick knew both he and Rod were longer and thicker than the breadstick. "Very funny."

Cassi took her place at the table and served herself. "Speaking of sex, how many are you behind?"

Rod and Penny both shot their mother a puzzled stare.

"That depends. How many are you ahead?" How could he know? Dick didn't have a complete count of Cassi's extramarital adventures. 

"Behind? Ahead? What, are you two having a contest?" asked Rod.

Cassi counted on her fingers. Then she switched to her other hand.

"That many?" asked Dick.

"I couldn't help myself. And it was for my own good, breaking free like that." She sliced into her dinner.

"Momma, you didn't really have sex with that many men, did you?" asked Penny.

"Yes, and now your father needs to catch up." Melted cheese hung from her lip to the plate.

Dick gouged at his serving. "Maybe if you stopped adding notches to your garter belt, I'd have a fighting chance."

"There won't be any fighting," commanded Rod. "You two don't have to do this. Mom, if you get horny, you know where you can come."

Penny smiled broadly. "And Daddy can always sleep with me."

Cassi pointed an empty fork at her daughter. "But that doesn't increase his count of unique partners."

"I know, but it sure would keep me satisfied. You have Rod. Rod has Quinn, or Bethany if he asked-"

Rod's face was red. "Bethany is out of my life, and Quinn is not my girlfriend."

Dick thought he'd dumped Bethany for Quinn after STRIP sex. "But Bethany told us-"

"And I see you two at school," said Penny. "Like you're always together."

"We're friends, that's all. Just friends. So just lay off!" Rod shoveled a huge chunk of lasagna into his mouth.

Maybe friends with benefits. "Okay!" said Dick.

"Who do I have?" asked Penny.

Cassi nibbled at her garlic bread. "Maybe you need a boyfriend."

Rod laughed with a full mouth. "You'd probably seduce him the day Penny brought him over."

"That's permissible in an open marriage. But there needs to be parity."

"You two have an open marriage?" asked Penny. "Then maybe I should bring the cheerleading squad home for Daddy."

Dick swallowed hard. He remembered the mob of sexy young women in the school hallway.

"That won't be necessary," said Cassi. "Besides, I don't think even your father could satisfy them - all at once, anyway."

The image of being buried in naked coeds, tits exposed for the fondling and sucking, pussies for sampling, got Dick very excited.

"They all commented on how sexy you are. Could we try just one or two?" asked Penny.

Dick shook his head. "Two would lead to the whole squad, and they'd never keep it secret."

Cassi thought for a moment. "What about Rod's new, excuse me, former girlfriend?"

"Quinn?" everyone else said in unison.

Cassi continued. "Yes, Quinn. We know she likes sex, and Dad and Rod are built the same. Even better that you two aren't together. We wouldn't want your father getting between you and your girlfriend, would we?"

"Not again, anyway," Rod grumbled.

Dick opened his mouth to object but Cassi raised her palm. "Don't answer now, dear. Just think about it. Besides, she's already seen you naked."

"She has? When?" asked Rod.

"At school, during our conference with the STRIP coordinators."

In fact, Dick had been exposed to Quinn twice, the first time at the dry cleaners.

Rod stared at his father. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Now, don't pout. You said she's not your girlfriend," said Cassi. "She and your father could get acquainted while you and I kept ourselves occupied."

Rod put both hands flat on the table. "Does Dad have to do everybody I like? Or used to like?"

"He had intercourse with Bethany when she was your girlfriend. Why not a former one?" asked Cassi. "It's not like it'll make her a part of the family."

Dick tried not to drool at the thought of recouping with sweet little Quinn and her quim.

Rod had a deep eyebrow concerned look. "Besides, I'd feel stupid, asking her-"

"Oh, I'll do it," said Penny. "She knows me. Just say the word and I'll invite her over."

Dick tried to disguise his enthusiasm. "I'll think about it. She'd have to agree. All of this must be consensual."

Penny got up from her chair and plopped down into Dick's lap. "I consent to sleeping with Daddy tonight." She wiggled her butt. "And he's ready already."

"Really?" asked Cassi. "But that doesn't get Daddy's tally any closer to mine."

Penny hugged her father. "No, but we'd be closer. Me plastered against him, feeling his-"

"We get the point," interrupted Rod.

"Nope. I would." Penny giggled.

Cassi lifted another forkful. "Finish your dinner."

Penny pound and looked into Dick's eyes. "Okay, but I'm having you for desert."

"Maybe Penny is right. We'll swap partners for this evening. If everyone agrees." Cassi winked at Rod. He shrugged. Penny strangled Dick again, pressing his face against her chest.

All the talk about fucking Quinn had Dick sexually agitated. "I've lost my appetite," Dick whispered into Penny's ear. "Why don't we hit the sack?"

"I hope you haven't lost your appetite for me." Penny gave her father a daughterly kiss on the cheek.

"We can do better than that!" Dick pulled Penny's face to his and kissed her hard, as hard as the cock in his pants.

"Oh Daddy!"

Cassi got up and stood behind Rod, massaging his shoulders. "And you can make your mother happy."

Rod stood up and gathered plates. "I need to put the food away before it spoils, and get the leftovers into the fridge."

"Oh, all right." Cassi folded her arms across her chest.

While Cassi stood there waiting for Rod, Dick and Penny went upstairs.

"Let's use my room," said Penny. "The bed is cozier."

They both stripped bare and got under the sheet and blanket. Penny lay down with her back to her father, snuggling close. "Daddy, are you jealous that Mom sleeps with other men?"

Dick wrapped his arms around his daughter's stomach. "Well, I'm not happy about it. I think this whole 'open marriage' thing is a joke from decades ago. But it seems to make her happy."

"And you miserable." Penny lifted a leg so Dick's cock could find its way comfortable between her thighs. "I'm jealous of you, and I'm not even your wife."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Dick nibbled Penny's ear while she fiddled with his cock.

"Daddy, what if your number was bigger?" Penny positioned her father's cock between her labia. "I mean, if you had sex with more women than Mom had with men? Would mom get jealous and stop this contest?"

Dick tilted his hips. He wanted a sample. "it isn't a contest."

"Ohhh, Daddy. I love the feel of your cock." She lifted his hands to her breasts. "But she keeps sleeping with more guys, like Bethany's dad. If she doesn't stop and wants you to keep up, doesn't that make it a contest?"

Dick hadn't thought about it like that. But it wasn't the time to examine Cassi's behavior. It was time to fuck, "Maybe you're right."

"Ohhh God, you feel sooo good. I'm so happy Mom wants Rod because then I get youuuu. You can have as many samples as you want." Penny bucked back against her father's humping.

Dick picked up the pace but fucking from behind didn't afford any leverage. "Honey?"

Penny wasn't done with her analysis. "So if you sleep with more women than she sleeps with men, maybe Mom will get jealous and call it off."

Dick knew his daughter well. "You're planning on setting me up, are you?"

"Who me? No, daddy. I don't want to share you. Even with mom." 

Dick pulled out.

"Nooo, I'm not done."

Dick put a hand on Penny's hip. "Get on your hands and knees."

Penny assumed the position. Dick got behind her and rubbed his cock along her moist crease. "Now we can fuck. I mean, do a lot of sampling."

"You can call it fucking, Daddy." Penny's head was down, her butt up. Dick held Penny's hips and pounded his prick home. "I don't think this contest is healthy for either of you."

Dick's cock was throbbing. "If what you call a contest ends, you might have more frequent access to your old man, right?"

Penny squeezed her groin muscles. "Oooohhhh, yes. There'd be fewer distractions, that's true. And you might be hornier more often."

"Which would be opportunities for you." Dick cupped Penny's tits, running his hands across the surfaces, catching her nipples between his fingers on each pass. "Let's take advantage of this opportunity, okay? Before your mother makes you off limits."

"She'll never do that. Shit, you're going deeper! She'd have to give up Rod, and she's positively addicted to him. Given an option, I'd have you any day." She pulled forward, rolled over and kissed Dick passionately, deeply.

"Let's hope our opportunities for sampling don't stop any time soon." In one fluid motion, he slipped his cock in and demonstrated his feelings by continuous penetration.

"Oh Daddy! I love you so much!" Penny wrapped her legs around Dick's waist and hung on tight until he grunted and groaned and emptied his balls into her pussy.

Dick rolled onto his back. Penny collapsed, her body next to his, her head cradled by his arm. Dick knew his daughter well. She'd figure out a way to hook him up, maybe with classmates, so that he would beat Cassi in unique sexual partner headcount. He'd just have to be wary and not let himself get trapped.

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### An Original H M Tale ### 

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STRIP Ch. 15



 Chapter 15 - The Return of Quinn's Quim

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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This is Chapter Fifteen of a multi-part Naked In School story.  The
characters:

Father:  Dick Treyshun

Mother:  Cassi Fallopia

(Second marriage for each.)

Son (his):  Rod Treyshun

Daughter (hers):  Penny Fallopia

Bethany Chaudri:  Penny's best friend and sometimes Rod's girlfriend

Venka Chaudri:  Bethany's father

Indira Chaudri:  Bethany's mother

Quinn:  Rod's previous STRIP partner

In Chapter 14, Dick finishes up with Bethany, only to be faced with the prospect of fucking her mother.  Dick defers the privilege to his son, Rod, who in all this time hasn't bedded Bethany.  Dick gets a panic call from Dr. Lynnruth Heyson at school, that his wife Cassi has confronted her and her coworker (and lover) Dr. Rupert Breedmore about the Rod/Quinn episode during a STRIP lesson.  Dick drives to school, passes his daughter Penny and all of her fellow cheerleaders in the hall, and enters the STRIP lab, to find Cassi forcing Dr. Breedmore to demonstrate how Rod and Quinn graduated from camel toe slide to full, groin-banging sex.  They both learn that the STRIP program has been halted due to the incident.  When Cassi lures Dr. Breedmore into penetration, Dr. Henson takes Dick as a partner in revenge.  Everybody gets an orgasm just as Quinn enters the room.

At home over dinner, Cassi explains their newly open marriage to the two kids.  Dick and Penny retreat to her room for intimacy, leaving a reluctant Rod with Cassi.  Penny offers to help Dick up his number of sleeping partners by introducing him to the cheerleading squad, who found him irresistible earlier that day.  Dick doesn't look forward to the possibility, wanting just his old monogamous Cassi back.


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Dick woke up the next morning, his wife Cassi adjusting her position in bed.  "You up?"

"Yeah."  Cassi lifted her head, a bent arm supporting her torso.  "Have I told you, I'm proud of you for trying to keep up."

Did she mean catch up or keep up?  "You mean you haven't stopped?"

"Why would I?  This is working out well.  If I'd stopped, then I couldn't help Venka Chaudri achieve a normal sexual relationship with his wife.  She's some woman, right?  Change of pace for you."

She was having sex therapy with Bethany's father?  "Cassi, can we stop this right now, even or not?"

"Don't focus on the numbers, sweetheart.  Focus on the experiences.  Savor them.  I know, let me tell you a story-"

"Not another one."

Cassi replied in a false nasal tone, "Yes, another one."

Dick pulled himself up and leaned against the headboard.  At least he could be comfortable while listening to another of his wife's sexual adventures downstate.  "Go on."

"Good.  Daddy's second car, the one he let me use during my visit, was stalling out at stoplights.  So I drove it to Dirk's Garage.  Did I ever mention Dirk?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Well, Dirk and I went to high school together.  He was the school stud, at least by reputation.  Rumor was that he'd deflowered every cute girl in high school and some of the homely ones as well.  Every cheerleader, at a minimum."

Sounded like a busy fella.  "Were you a cheerleader back then?"

"No, I was in the pompom squad.  And some of them told stories.  Of course, you could never tell who was telling the truth.  See, every girl wanted to have The Dirk Experience.  That's what they called it."

"Did you have The Dirk Experience?"

"Nope.  Somehow, he never gat around to me."

Dick expected that by the end of Cassi's story, that would change.  "So, how was old Dirk?"  Pot belly and bald?

"He looked just about the same.  Still tall, muscular and good with his hands.  He was so happy to see me."

Dick could picture Dirk's good hands on Cassi's body without another word.  "I bet.  The one that got away."

"Really!  Anyway, I explained why I was downstate - visiting my folks.  I didn't say a word about us.  He told me that he'd check out the car.  While he was poking around under the hood, we were swapping stories.  Then, somehow, he remembered that we'd never done it.  How did he put it?  'I nailed most of the pom squad, but not you.'  His coarse language was a turn on."

"Should I change my vocabulary?"

"Shhhh.  He mentioned checking the points and plugs.  Then he looked up and stared at my chest.  I wasn't wearing a bra under my white silk blouse."

"The one I brought back from China?"

"Uh-huh.  Then he licked his lips and said, 'I think your points need checking too.'  He put his greasy fingers on my nipples and twisted them, not hard, but not gentle either."

"Not the shirt!  It was hand made."

"Will you stop interrupting?  It was just a shirt.  He unbuttoned it and pulled at them, fingers on flesh.  Then he said, 'Hmmm they need tweaking' and that's what he did.  Well, I practically creamed in my panties.  You know how sensitive my nipples are!"

"I have a vague recollection."  Dick reached up to demonstrate his technique but Cassi slapped his outreached arm away.  "You shouldn't get all jealous when I share these stories.  Anyway, I told him I'd better take off my pants or he'd make a mess of them too."

"And your panties too, I suspect."

"Of course.  Then he led me into the office, to a beat-up old sofa, and he got undressed as well."

Dick sat silent, arms folded.  He knew what question Cassi expected, and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.

"He had a huge cock, okay? Maybe ten inches, and really thick."

"And you could take that?"

"Dirk slathered my pussy with auto lubricant to make it fit without pain.  Only problem was getting the grease off afterwards.  I took a one hour shower and scrubbed myself raw to get clean.  With Dirk's help."  Cassi's lips formed a coy smile.

Dick expected that Dirk got a second helping using natural lubrication.  Cassi enjoyed fucking in the shower.  At least, she used to.  Dick's cock was unsurprisingly hard.  "Got time for a shower this morning?"

"Why must you be so competitive?  I had sex with Dirk in the shower so you think we need to do the same thing.  Have an imagination!"

"Okay, let's have sex in bed."  Dick reached to grab his wife.

Cassi threw off the covers and got out.  "I've got an appointment with Dr. Fine.  Funny, she called and asked me come over.  I'm the one who usually initiates the appointments."

I wonder if the good doctor is going to tell Cassi about my sexual encounter with her receptionist Lana Witherspoon, thought Dick.  Maybe it would be better if I told Cassi.

Dick attempted to get up the courage to confess as he got dressed.  By the time he was emotionally prepared and had gone downstairs, Cassi was heading for the door.  "Listen, before you go-"

"I'm late.  Here's a shopping list for what I need to make dinner."  Cassi thrust a scrap of paper into Dick's hand, placed a hot kiss on Dick's lips, turned and walked out to the garage.

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Dick dragged himself to the local grocery store.  Evidently they were having chicken, noodles and broccoli for dinner.  He traversed the aisles, searching out the primary ingredients as well as seasonings Cassi specified.  When Dick came around the end cap to the next aisle, Dick faced three cheerleaders from Penny's squad.  They were checking out the shelves, filling their communal basket with snack food.  Until they saw Dick, at which time they stopped shopping and converged. 

"Mr. Treyshun!" said the first cheerleader, whose vest had 'Ivy' embroidered on it.

"Yes.  Hi, girls."  These weren't girls.  They were young women, just like Penny.  Sexy, horny young women who Penny had offered to set up with her father.  "It looks like you're having a party."

"We are!" said the young woman whose vest read 'Juli.'  "Shelley is having a bridal shower and we're the planners."

Dick had no idea that one of the high school cheerleaders was getting married.  "Isn't she a little young?"

"Maybe, but she found out she's pregnant."

"Juli!" shouted Ivy.

"Well, she is," said Juli.  "Otherwise, why would she marry that jerk Brad?"

Ivy punched Juli in the shoulder.  "You're giving Mr. Treyshun the wrong idea."

Juli shuffled close to Dick.  "Maybe I'm giving him the right impression.  That given the right man, a cheerleader can be very enthusiastic."

"At games!  Cheering at games!" said Ivy.

Juli pressed her shoulder into Dick's chest.  "Maybe you'd like to help out.  At the party?"

"How could I do that?"  Dick wasn't very good at party planning.  Cassie took care of their social obligations.

"We haven't found entertainment, you know.  And Penny says you're very entertaining."

"She did?"  Had Penny told her cheerleader teammates about their sexual activities?  Dick swallowed hard.

Ivy delivered yet another punch to the Juli's shoulder.

Juli rubbed the area of impact.  "Quit it, that hurts.  You don't want me out of commission for the final competition."

"I'll stop as soon as you quit this obnoxious behavior.  You'll have to forgive Juli, Mr. Treyshun.  She can't control her hormones."

"I understand."  His wife Cassie couldn't either.

"Well, if you decide to participate - in any way, with any of us -- just let Penny know.  Okay?"  Juli winked.

"I will.  I mean, I'll let Penny know.  If I decide to."

The girls giggled and trotted away, wiggling their asses under short skirts.  What had Penny told them about having sex with him?  They needed a serious chat.  And what about the third girl with her arm in a cast?  She'd just stood there, silent, her embroidered name hidden by the school-colored sling.

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Dick drove home and put the purchased items in the fridge.  Faint familiar sounds drifted downstairs from the second floor.  He followed them upstairs to his son's bedroom.  They were the sounds of sex, in progress, grunting, groaning, and heavy breathing.  My kids are fucking, he thought.  This has gone too far!  He threw open the door.  Rod was on top of Bethany, both of them naked, pumping away.  Dick couldn't tear his eyes away from Bethany's nude body, especially her bountiful tits.

"Mr. T!", shouted Bethany.

"Dad?"  Rod stopped humping his girlfriend.

"Sorry.  You two back together?"  Odd question, since they were joined at the groin.

"I've been ignoring my feelings all this time," said Rod.  "We finally talked it out."

And stuck it in.

"We're meant for each other.  No offense."  Bethany pressed Rod tight against her, hiding her voluptuous breasts.

"I'm happy for both of you.  Really."  Dick was a bit jealous.  Bethany had been a marvelous sex partner.  As Rod's girlfriend, Dick would have to abstain.

"Thanks, Dad.  Now can we get a little privacy?"

"Yeah, we weren't done yet."  Bethany's hands drifted to Rod's ass.

"Oh yeah.  Sure.  Of course."  Dick closed the door.  

He heard whispering, giggling and the sound of two bodies resuming the sex act.  Rather than being a audio voyeur, Dick went downstairs and channel surfed.  Safer than masturbating to porn and getting caught by the woo-some couple with his cock hanging out.  Nothing on any of his 200 channels.

Soon after, Rod and Bethany descended the stairs.  "We're going out."  Rod checked his back pocket for his wallet.

"Sex makes me thirsty."  Bethany put her arm around Rod's waist.  "My treat for Slurpee's at Seven-Eleven."

They'd been gone only a couple of minutes and the doorbell rang.  I wonder what they forgot? thought Dick.

He opened the door.  Quinn stood there, crying.  "Oh, Mr. Treyshun!"  She crossed the threshold and fell into his arms.  "Rod broke up with me!"  Her tears moistened his shirt.

"I'm so sorry!" Dick stroked her head.  Her body felt good against his.  He couldn't dismiss the memories of fucking her at the cleaners.  And his cock wasn't completed deflated from the sight of Bethany naked.

"He said it was all a big mistake, that he doesn't love me.  He loves Bethany."  She took a ragged breath.  "And the worst part, he got me all interested in sex.  And now that STRIP is cancelled-"  Crying cut off her speech.

Dick was still holding her, borderline caressing her.  "There must be other boys at school-"  Was Dick actually suggesting she find another student to fuck?

"I'm a laughing stock.  Everybody knows what Rod said.  There were witnesses, over a dozen.  Him yelling out loud how he loved me and loved having sex with me.  Loved!  And I believed him.  And now, he sent me this text."  She practically smashed her phone into Dick's face.

The message read, 'Sorry, we are a mistake.'

Quinn pulled back the phone.  "Is that what I am?  A mistake?  I am so humiliated!  And the whole school knows we fucked like rabbits and screwed up the STRIP program.  And the STRIPers are pissed off, because they can't get credit for sex at school anymore."  She wiped her tears on her sleeve.  "Is that why you were at school?  Because of what Rod and I did?"

"My wife wanted to know what happened, and she insisted on getting a demonstration."

"Okay, so that explains your wife with Dr. Breedmore."  Quinn's eyes were wide and damp.  "But why were you having sex with Dr. Heyson?" 

Dick hadn't gone to school to screw the STRIP moderator, at least not at first.  "Dr. Heyson got jealous and decided to get even with Dr. Breedmore, who's her boyfriend."  

"Oh."  Quinn's face still showed a puzzled look.  

Dick didn't share his previous sexual liaison with Heyson, which had been interrupted by Breedmore.  "My wife, she's a bit oversexed."  So was he, as Quinn already knew.

"So she sleeps with other men."  Quinn was hugging back, tighter, pressing her body against him.  "Does your wife mind if you sleep with other women?" 

She deserved the truth, and Dick deserved some sexual satisfaction.  "No.  In fact, for some strange reason, she thinks it's healthy for our marriage if I do."  Dick knew the answer in advance.  "Why do you ask?"  

Quinn's hips ground against Dick's crotch.  "Because ever since Rod and I did it in class, I've been horny.  And I know that we fit together really well.  Now that he's dumped me, and your wife doesn't mind-"

"Don't put it like that.  Rod didn't dump you.  Maybe he said things he shouldn't have-"

Quinn kissed Dick, soft at first.  "We fit together really well, you and me."  Her kisses got harder, more demanding.  One hand slid down to his groin and took hold.  "Remember how it felt?"

"Yes, I do."  Dick thought about the interrupted sex they'd shared, and the sex he'd just witnessed.  Good thing Rod and Bethany had left.  Quinn seeing either of them wasn't a good idea.  Dick was cautious.  Taking advantage of Quinn on the rebound wasn't fair to her.  "Maybe we can get together some time-"

"How about now?  Show me your bedroom.  It'll be a lot more comfortable than a laundry ladder."

Dick's desire overwhelmed his sense.  "Come on."

They practically ran upstairs to the master bedroom.  Quinn threw her clothes off, exposing a familiar and sexy body.  She laid back on the bed, legs spread.  "I'm oh so ready."

Dick stripped and approached the young woman.  He had the urge and acted on it.  His face moved to her labia.

Quinn tried to squirm away but there was no place to go.  "Oh god!  Not your tongue.  Your prick!  Fuck me."

Dick took one lick and then slid up, his firmed cock wiggling across her stomach.  

Quinn grabbed it and pulled the first few inches into her.  "Yesssss!  So good.  How does it feel for you?"

Quinn's vagina was tight, and she had great control over her muscles.  "Amazing, just like I remembered."

Her legs wrapped around, holding Dick in place.  "See we were meant for each other."  More kisses.  "I think I love you."

Dick's lips moved from hers to her cheek, then her neck.  "Don't confuse sex with love.  I mean, we're going to have a good time with each other, but-"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Dick pulled back and penetrated his full length.  She was right.  The fit was perfect.

"Oh, Mr. Treyshun, your cock is awesome, even better than Rod's-"

A voice in the doorway asked "Really?"

Quinn looked up over Dick's shoulder.  "Rod!"

Dick turned his head.  Rod and Bethany stood in the bedroom doorway.   

"Forgot my purse."  Bethany shook the small blue handbag.  "I see you're enjoying Mr. T."

Quinn stammered, "I - I -"

"It's okay."  Bethany hugged Rod closer.  "Mr. T and I had sex a couple of times.  Once you've had him, it's tough not to want more."

"You have?"  Quinn's puzzled expression returned.

"That was back before we knew that Rod and I were meant for each other."  Bethany nuzzled Rod's neck.  "You two can do whatever you want-"

Rod's voice was low, measured.  "I'm sorry, Quinn.  I got carried away in class, and in the throws of sexual excitement, I said things I shouldn't have.  It wasn't fair to you.  I know that now.  Please forgive me."

Quinn laid there, silent and pouting.

Bethany dragged Rod's arm.  "Come on, let's leave them alone.  Have fun you two."

They departed as quickly as they'd come.

Dick's cock had shriveled, escaping Quinn's pussy.

"That was so weird.  So you and Bethany?" asked Quinn.

"Yes, we did, but that's semen under the bridge."

Quinn smiled.  "Now you're all mine."  She groped for his erection, now gone.  "Let me get you back up.  I got an A in blow jobs."

It didn't take much, a few licks of Dick's length, a few sucks of the tip, and he was hard again.  "Good job."

"Can I be on top this time?"

"Sure, why not?"  Dick looked forward to watching Quinn's tits bounce.  He laid back.

Quinn straddled Dick's hips, poised over his cock and slid down.  She parked her buttocks on his thighs and undulated her hips.  "Wow, this feels different."

Dick's cock was rubbing near Quinn's clit, increasing her pleasure.  "Anything to help."

"It's good to have a big, hard penis inside me.  Really good."  Quinn supported herself on stiff arms while Dick's stiff cock massaged her pussy.

Dick startled at the appearance of his daughter in the doorway.

"Daddy!"

Quinn turned but kept Dick's cock partially lodged in her pussy.  "Penny?"

"I was going to invite you over to have sex with my father but now I don't have to.  Feels good?"

"You were?  I mean, he's even better than Rod.  But how come?"

"Mom and Dad are having an extramarital affairs contest."  Penny took one step into the room.  "If you didn't like him, I'd be happy to take your place."

Quinn glanced at Dick and back to Penny.  "With your father?"

Penny dropped her backpack.  "It's only fair.  After all, Rod is fucking Mom."

"What?  You've got to be kidding!"  Quinn's hips stopped moving, but Dick's cock remained embedded.

"Their open marriage thing started with incest, Rod and Mom, so anything goes."

"Your father told me, but I didn't really believe it."  Quinn stared at Dick.  "Is it true?"

Cassi appeared in the doorway.  The Treyshun bedroom had become a meeting room.  "Hello, dear.  You must be Quinn.  I hope you're enjoying my husband."  Cassi came further into the room, joining her daughter.  "Is what true?"




STRIP Ch. 15



Quinn turned a few degrees, twisting Dick's cock in her pussy.  "That you sleep with other men?"

"Absolutely."  Cassi moved closer to the bed, to get a better look.  "My therapist recommended it."

"So you're really not angry?  That I'm having sex with your husband?"

"Of course not.  But honey, why didn't you tell me about your attempted seduction of Dr. Fine's receptionist?"

Penny and Quinn said "Huh?" simultaneously.

"Dr. Fine told me everything.  You're finally taking me seriously."  Cassi took a good look at the coed taking Dick's cock.  "Quinn, I had no idea you're such a beautiful young woman."

"Thanks.  Listen, I really needed to satisfy my sexual urges, but listening to you guys, I see now that's a really bad idea."

"Honey, must we have this conversation now?"  Dick's hands slid from Quinn's waist to her buttocks.  "We're kind of in the middle-"

"Really, Mom, Dad's got company.  Can't you see he's busy catching up, like you want?"

"I don't know.  With Lana the receptionist, he may have gone ahead of me."

"Fat chance of that."  Dick gently guided Quinn back towards him.

Quinn stared at Dick.  "You fucked Bethany, your daughter, and a receptionist?"

"I was taking direction from the doctor.  It was supposed to be therapeutic for both of us-"

Quinn scooted back, leaving Dick's erection wobbling out in the open.

Dick sat up, frustrated with the interruption. "No, please, I can explain-"

"You guys are out of control!"  Quinn grabbed for her underwear, pulled up her panties and slung her tits into her bra.

"I think we're very much in control," said Cassie.  "And you're welcome to be a part of it."

Quinn grabbed her remaining clothes from the floor and ran past Cassi and Penny.  "I'm getting out of here."

"Too bad she didn't finish."  Penny surveyed her father, erect and alone in bed.  "I can take care of you, Daddy."

"No, I think you father has earned his reward.  Why don't you see if you can catch up with Quinn and calm her down?  Maybe you can even convince her to come back and see your father.  Without an audience."

Penny dawdled out of the room, staring at her father's cock.

"At least I know you're trying."  Cassi approached the bed, stripping.  "Dr. Fine told me about catching you embedded in her receptionist.  You sly dog!  You didn't include her in your exploit count, did you?"

"No, I guess I thought that didn't count."

"You shoved that delicious cock of yours inside her, and with Dr. Fine sitting in proximity.  I think that counts."

"Even if I didn't ejaculate?"

"Doesn't matter.  You get credit for Quinn too."  Cassi climbed onto Dick's throbbing erection.  "But you won't hold back with me, will you?"  She slid down, taking his length.

"I didn't hold back with Lana, if that's what you mean.  We were interrupted before we could finish."

"I asked her, you know.  Lana, as I was leaving Dr. Fine's office.  If she'd want another shot at you.  And she said yes, just not during working hours.  I got her phone number for you."

Dick rolled Cassi onto her back.  "I don't need Lana.  Or Bethany.  Or Quinn.  I just need-"  He lifted his hips and slammed forward.  "- you!"

"Damn you, Dick Treyshun, you know I love it when you get assertive."

Dick humped in and out, throwing his hips against Cassi's body.  Dick was determined to show just how energetic and fulfilling sex with him could be.  Then, she wouldn't feel the need to strike out with someone else.

Cassi exhaled a groan with each thrust.  "You know, you make me-"

"What?"

"I said, you make me-"

Dick picked up the pace, rutting Cassi's pussy, changing the angle of his cock so it rubbed near her clit.  He could tell when she tensed her muscles when he'd been successful.

"Bless you, I'm going to cum-"

"So am I!"  Dick teased the entrance to her pussy with short, shallow pushes.  The head of his cock was supersensitive.  He trapped Cassi's hardened nipples between his fingers.  As he pulled at them, he deepened his attack.

"Do it!  Do it already!"

Cassi wanted to cum, and so did Dick.  He sped up, punishing Cassi for all of those other men, drilling her.

"That's it.  That's my man!  God, I love you so much-"

Dick covered Cassi's mouth with his own, sharing saliva, kissing her lips, her cheeks, all the while driving towards a mutual climax.

"God, you make me almost-"

Almost?  He fucked her even harder.

"Oh Dick!  Oh my God!  You fuck me so good, you make me almost-"

Dick wanted to make her cum, not almost.  He lifted up, grabbed her ass, and pummeled her pussy.

"Oh!  Oh shit!  Oh god!  Oooooooohhhhh-"

Dick stuck his cock all the way in and spasmed, sperm blasting into her vagina.  "Aaaaahhhh!"  He laid there, covering her body with his, while trying not to be dead weight.  "Now that was the way sex ought to be."

"Damn straight!  And that was so good-"  She kissed him.  "-that you make me almost want to give up our open marriage.  Almost."

Shit!  All of that fucking and Cassi wasn't going to stop.  She'd won, bashing Dick's moral boundaries.  At that moment, Dick decided that he'd take on as many cheerleaders as were willing.

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###  An Original H M Tale  ###  

The gloves (or maybe the pants) are off!
Dick feels free to have sex with others, and it sounds like he's planning on starting with Penny's cheerleader classmates.


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