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                               Second Best
                           by Thinking Horndog

Copyright© 2004 by Thinking Horndog


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Description: Two weeks in the lives of several High School seniors and their immediate families covering the period up through Prom Weekend. This is a full novel, a multi-threaded story that follows the adventures of the students, their parents, and several hangers-on, and has several kinds of action set against a largely romantic background. Silver Clitorides nominee, Dec 2003, Golden Clitorides nominee, Best Long Story.

Codes: MF mf Mf mF Ff mm Mult fant humor rom 1st teen cons non-con lolita reluc inc fath dau bi het D/S Mdom span lght humil group interr WC BC BM WF safe oral anal mastrb pett toys food ws creampie
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Chapter 1: Girls and Boys


Mandi Giannelli sighed and put the latest in her collection of sex toys - a "butterfly" vibrator - into her underwear drawer. She had decided to bypass her usual after school "stimulation" session on the grounds that, while the itch between her legs was intense after a run-in (mostly imagined - it was just an accidental bump in the hallway) with the cute new substitute science teacher, her mother was likely to require her assistance in quenching her own fires later in the evening, and it wouldn't do to go into that session previously satiated. Mandi remembered her first encounter with her mother, Helen, soon after her 13th birthday. She had heard loud sobs coming from the master bedroom while coming down the upstairs hallway. Upon opening the door, she found her mother sobbing in frustration, holding a large dildo between her legs. "I can't manage to finish!" she wailed. "Every time I get close, I stiffen up, and then I can't move it any more!" Helen's husband, Marc Giannelli, had recently divorced her, having taken up with his young secretary at the auto dealership where he worked, leaving the highly sexed, but somewhat largely built Helen without sexual outlets. Mandi's assistance on that occasion had led to a pattern of support that, when Mandi had become sexually aware, had been reciprocated - but neither of them was in any danger of becoming a lesbian. Quite the opposite, in fact - each considered their current activity to be an unsatisfactory substitute for the company of males - but it was better than going totally insane from frustration. The fact was that Mandi had inherited her mother's sexual response - including a tendency to go rigid and quivery and lose muscular control just before the onset of orgasm, making satisfactory masturbation a difficult proposition. Thus, a helping hand or a device that could be trusted not to dislodge itself at the critical moment (the "butterfly" came with an elastic harness designed to hold it in place over the clitoris) was a serious requirement for even momentary sexual fulfillment. And while Mandi had thus far avoided penetration deep enough to rupture her hymen, the sensations generated by an inch or two were enough to tell her that, for her, serious fulfillment required a penis.

Mandi checked her nude body in the mirror, having just completed a quick shower. She was a big girl - over 5'10" - with fair skin and hair just a touch lighter than mouse brown, with some startlingly auburn highlights. As a youngster, Mandi had been short and - well, fat, actually - and had been teased unmercifully for it. Her elementary school nickname, "Butterball", had stuck, at least in her mind, turning her into a shy, quiet wallflower - even after her growth spurt at 12 - 13 had altered her proportions dramatically. Thus, despite the Nordic 38DD - 28 - 34 Amazon that stared back at her from the mirror, she only noticed the slight rounding of her lower belly, critically judging a body that now barely qualified as Rubinesque as "ungodly huge". Her sister Denise, who inherited her father's dark Italian good looks, ragged her constantly, calling her a "fat cow" and "Helga the Horrible". Mandi resembled her mother rather than her father, but Helen had always battled unsuccessfully with her weight, and her large frame operated on the other side of Rubinesque - Helen was a BBW, almost archetypically. Mandi's truly overweight days were behind her, however - but, unfortunately for her self-image, she didn't realize the fact. Mandi stepped into her flowered cotton panties, fastened a "no-nonsense" padded bra over her barely sagging conical breasts, threw on a loose blouse and a calf-length pleated skirt, then ran downstairs. Entering the kitchen, where her mother was sitting at the bar in the breakfast nook winding down from a long early shift at the restaurant where she supplemented Marc's meager (and often missing) child support as a waitress, Mandi hit the refrigerator for a diet soda. "Hi, Mom."

"Hello, Dear, how was school?" asked Helen, glancing up from the taped soap she was zoning out on.

"Fine. I'm going to meet the girls at Starbucks. We're trying to decide whether to go to the dance at school tonight."

"It's a waste of time - that group of losers you hang out with couldn't catch a date with a beer truck!" Denise stuck her head in through the kitchen door, and delivered this unwanted witticism, laughed, and announced "So long, Sucker, I've got a date with Jimmy Saxon!" as she sauntered out the front door.

"I'll never understand how a sophomore can land dates with the captain of the basketball team!" Helen wondered aloud.

"Mother, you know as well as I do what Denise's 'secret weapon' is - it's a good thing she's on the Pill!" Mandi replied, grinning. "She gets enough for the three of us. Unfortunately, it doesn't do you and I any good!"

"Mandi! That's uncalled for! I'm sure Denise gets enough mud slung at her without you delivering it at home!" Helen managed to counterfeit a fine case of righteous indignation before blowing it by mumbling "Even if it IS true..." under her breath. Mother and daughter shared a grin. Denise had inherited her father's wayward ways, as well as his looks, and at age 15 had already left a long trail of shattered male hearts. "Well, run along. Call me before the dance, if you decide to go. Got your cell?"

"Yes, it's in my purse - although Denise took the fresh battery out of the charger again" grumbled Mandi. "See you later."

"If you go, catch me one, too. I'm getting awfully tired of dating rubber!" Helen laughed.

Mandi giggled, "I'll see what I can do, but the fish haven't been biting thus far!" as she ambled through the door.

"Makes a great joke - too bad I was serious..." Helen sighed as she resumed her interrupted viewing of the soap.

Mandy popped through the door at Starbucks and looked around, discovering her girlfriends grouped in a booth at the back. Making her way over, she announced herself "Hey."

"Hey, Mandi," Dolores Brown WAS brown, a rich cinnamon color that came from her mother's East Indian and father's black genetic mix. Where her fiery temper came from was anybody's guess. She had made a name for herself for her verbal and often physical abuse of her black suitors, which is how she entered Mandi's circle of friends despite her exotic beauty. Dolores was 5'7", and her mother's genes allowed her to avoid both the narrow, flat-chested and the large pillowy black female stereotypes. Indeed, she was classically beautiful, with long, slender legs, 36C breasts, and a narrow waist - but the local male audience had learned to steer clear after she had kneed a couple of them in the testicles for making unwelcome advances. The fact was that Dolores found the posturing and machismo of the local black males to be an affront. She had no interest in being "treated like a fuckrag" as she put it once in conversation with Mandi and her other girlfriends, and made no bones about it. So potential suitors looked elsewhere, rather than endanger their reputations as "baad bruthus".

The third member of the trio looked up from her soda and smiled, "Hi Mandi." Jackie Hardesty couldn't have been more different. The thin, narrow, freckled redhead was always somewhat sheepish around boys, largely due to an unfortunate incident when she was a sophomore, and the nickname it generated. "Jackoff Jackie" was the result of an overconfident jaunt to an upper class party where 5 members of the football team drugged her and attempted to gang-rape her. Barely conscious, she managed to stay in her jeans, but ended up vaguely cooperating in the throat-fuck blowjobs and masturbation session that resulted from her befuddled attempts to make her assailants happily settle for less than a gang bang. While she ended up little the worse for the wear, either physically or emotionally (indeed, she had developed a taste for cock, she sheepishly admitted during one sleepover at Mandi's), her reputation was shot, and later adventures in dating ended poorly as what dates she managed to attract expected immediate sexual gratification.

As time went on, this unlikely trio gravitated to one another (basically through repulsion from other groups) and became inseparable, each drawing comfort from the others bemoaning their own miserable fates. At this point, however, desperation was beginning to set in. Each was a senior, and each had seen their seventeenth birthday come and go without a successful dating experience. The Prom loomed in just over two weeks, and none of them had been able to attract an escort. Thus, it was in a gloomy frame of mind that the trio began their council of war over strategies for remedying the situation at the school dance that evening.

"Look, we gotta go - there's no other way we're going to get a decent look at what's available!" Dolores insisted.

"What's left over, you mean..." interjected Jackie gloomily.

"Yeah, well, leftovers are leftovers, and seen from their direction, guess what WE are?" Mandy pointed out. "If we go tonight, we can at least discover who can dance and who can't - that should keep things from being too embarrassing. If I'm going to have to seriously consider making myself available to anybody brave enough to ask, I might as well avoid saying yes to someone with three left feet."

"Isn't that 'two left feet'?" Jackie asked.

"I meant what I said. With my luck, he'd have three."

"We ARE going then?" Dolores wanted it made plain.

"Yeah, I guess so. What are you going to wear?" replied Mandi.

"I'm thinking that it would be smarter if I showed up in a dress. We should all probably dress to show off our best features." Dolores batted her eyes, and fluffed her soft curly hair playfully.

"Like you have any BAD features!" chided Jackie. "What am I supposed to put on display?"

"A lot of those freckles, I think," Dolores responded. "Got anything in a tube top? The narrower the better. Make it obvious that what you DO have on top is real. Plan to show off those legs of yours, too."

"Yeah, they're YOUR best feature." Mandy agreed. "What do I do?"

Dolores gave Mandi a slow once-over. "You really don't have a problem. You've got pretty much everything a boy could want - just more of it than most of them can handle. Why don't you settle for showing some cleavage and a skirt like that blue one you showed me last week? Something above the knee... Oh, and flats. The LAST thing YOU need is more height. You legs can handle it."

"Well... I don't know about the cleavage. I've got a white open back blouse with a built-in inner support, but I'm afraid it might not be enough to handle things while I'm dancing..."

"That's assuming you GET to dance!" Jackie put in, merrily.

"What's the worst that could happen?" Dolores replied. If one of those gets away from you and a boy sees it, you're BOUND to get a nibble. They can't resist. Besides, you got to get out of THAT 'Mother Hubbard'! What's it made of, whalebone?"

"Hey, take it easy!" Mandi colored. "No need to be nasty!"

"I'm sorry Hon," Dolores apologized, "but your worst problem is that you hide your light under a basket. You've got everything you need to make a boy sit up and take notice, but you hide it under stuff made for old folks and nuns. Loosen up! It'll do you a world of good!"

"She's right Mandi. 'Let it all hang out!' We're fishing here - be sure you bait the hook!" Jackie laughed.

"OK, I'll meet you guys out front at 8:00, and I'll try to look sexy. You be sure you do, too. If one of you shows up in jeans, I'm going home!" Mandi admonished.

"No sweat." Dolores replied, "See you there!"

"Later, Mandi" Jackie called, as they parted in the parking lot.



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Chapter 2: "... And in this corner..."


The usual suspects were lined up at a picnic table in the food court at the Mall. Ricky Nellis absently ran his fingers through his dark brown curls while listening to Bobby McCormick's latest sally.

"Look, you guys," insisted Bobby, "its two weeks to the Prom, and at the current rate none of us is going to get our dicks wet. The "A" group is all taken, so we need to hunt down some likely-looking second stringers, or we're either going to stay at home during the most important night of our high school careers, or we're going to go alone and stand around with our fingers up our ass!" Bobby's turn of phrase was legendary. In every group of boys there is someone whose job it is to remind everyone of the basic truths of the world by bringing the most vulgar facets of any situation to light. Bobby took this duty to be a sacred trust, and had never failed to carry it out. The sandy haired 17 year old's ability to sprint had kept him from being severely beaten after one of his outbursts more than once, quite aside from making him a star of the school track team - but he was irrepressible; some girls blushed when he entered the room, knowing that he was going to tease them relentlessly. "Look who's just gone titty pink!" was one of Bobby's favorite conversation starters. "Surely there has to be SOME pussy left that isn't too skanky to take out!"

Ricky again scratched his head, frowned, and said "Well, let's take a look at the list. I think that if we dig a bit, there are some hidden jewels out there. I'm not thrilled with the "A" group anyway. Most of them are as dumb as a box of rocks!" This, of course, was part of THIS group's problem - and Ricky's in particular. The four boys in question - Ricky, Bobby, Tim Vincent, and Terry Michaels - were considered to be the "Geek" group - and Ricky was more or less their intellectual lead. Ricky's frame had grown to six feet early in his teen years, but it had taken a LONG time to put any weight on it to speak of. While he was solidly muscled, it was long, rangy stuff that was basically impossible to display effectively. Add to that the fact that Ricky apparently had no reflexes (he thought about everything, even simple stuff like catching a ball - which can be murder on your timing), and you end up with someone for whom sports - especially team sports, was an impossibility. Chess, on the other hand, or computer programming, or intellectual puzzles were another matter, and this could prove to be one. "Okay, guys, who out there is pretty, but has been overlooked by the mainstream?"

"Huh, I dunno. How about Dolores?" Tim offered. Tim was the odd man in the group, in that he wasn't really up to the local mental standard, and he knew it. But Tim was HUGE, even though he was extremely gentle, and he used that asset to keep his friends out of trouble with various bullies, while taking advantage of their assistance when he needed help with schoolwork. It was an excellent tradeoff - the group led a relatively peaceful existence, and Tim was getting Bs instead of Cs in most of his classes.

"Dolores!" Bobby rolled his eyes. "She's great if you like having your balls kicked up around your spleen! Hi, Perky Tits!" This last brought a scowl from Ricky, as it was directed at his 15 year old sister Dina as she bounded up. Dina shared Ricky's dark hair, (although the texture was somewhat less curly), and possessed clear blue eyes that could appear totally guileless - or as cynical as a 40 year old hooker, depending upon her mood and the situation. The "perky tits" in question were a set of 34Bs with little brown nipples (not visible just now, but the whole group had seen them at one point or another at a pool party or other get-together - Dina wasn't exactly shy about them) that had apparently never seen a bra. At 5'4", Dina was just coming into womanly hips, which only added to the draw of the bouncy way she moved in her short skirts. Dina seldom, if ever, wore slacks, claiming "You can't flounce properly in blue jeans!" Dina was generally around when the boys got together; most of them thought of her as "one of the guys" - but periodically she provided them the signal service of providing them with the female point of view on a subject. This was to be one of those times - after snapping a quick grin at Bobby's greeting, she inserted herself into the conversation with "Not necessarily. Dolores only gets mean when she's not treated like a lady. Unfortunately, black guys don't seem to understand the concept of 'lady' - so she lets them have it."

Bobby countered with "Well, she's into black meat, anyway."

"Don't bet on it," Dina countered, "they're there, but they're not accomplishing anything. Her track record indicates that a white guy might stand a chance if he could get through the smoke screen."

Bobby frowned, and gave a grudging "Okay," and Tim began to look thoughtful.

"What caused Dolores to come up in conversation?" Dina wondered aloud.

"We're trying to hunt up some likely looking cooze for the Prom," replied Bobby. "Since you're an expert, maybe you can point out some desperate targets?"

"They'd have to be pretty desperate to go out with you!" Dina laughed. "I'm willing to help, though. Kind of a matchmaker thing..." And a gleam came into her eye. "Who else are you looking at?"

Bobby countered, "Well, if I'm looking for a good ride, I guess I could add 'Jack-off Jackie' Hardesty to the list! I hear she's always good for a blow job!"

"And you would be both right and wrong. Jackie IS available, because her reputation is shot. But she ISN'T an easy lay, and the stories made up about her fail to mention that she was doped and the victim of an attempted gang rape! It's a wonder she tolerates boys at all!"

Bobby looked crestfallen. "Another urban legend debunked. Since we're validating ALL of the loser's list, there's Polly Fox..."

"Who is anything but!" Terry laughed. "What a stinker. I think we can safely leave her out of the running." Everybody looked at Dina, who nodded. "What about 'Butterball' Gianelli?" Terry continued.

"Now THERE's a gem worth plucking!" announced Dina. "She's sized up nicely since her early teens, and she's not really fat anymore. But she's BIG. Take a cute chick and add 10% everywhere, and you get Mandi. She's so shy from being teased about her size," (this delivered with a glare at Bobby), "that she has almost no social life."

"Okay," said Ricky, "We've got a few prospects. Let's show up at the dance and see what shakes out? We don't have to limit ourselves, either. Think about which of the girls we talked about might be of interest, and we'll see who shows."

"Okay, see ya there!" said Bobby, who turned and sauntered off.

Terry excused himself, saying he had to head home. Tim stood watching as the slight, brown haired boy departed. "You know, Ricky, of the four of us, Terry appears to have the least going for him. You're smarter, I'm bigger, and Bobby's got all of the ego. Why does he hang with us?"

"He's a little younger looking, too," observed Ricky. "But he's definitely one of us, and probably the nicest, too, not that any of us isn't - except Bobby, of course. It's his innocence that helps him to fit in. Come on, let's go to my house and work on your algebra."



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Chapter 3: The Dance


8:00 p.m. found both groups sitting on the sidelines watching braver souls move to the music. The guys had collected by the punch bowl - drinking sodas, no one in their right mind would touch that awful glop - and the girls were hanging out near the restrooms. Rick collected his troops, and began organizing the recon: "Okay, guys, here's what we'll do - Let's take off around the right side and circle the place looking for girls who aren't up dancing that might be worth dating. Don't limit yourselves to our list, but keep an eye out for them, anyway. Let's go separately, a few seconds apart, so we don't look like we're ganging up on anybody. We'll meet back here and compare notes before getting down to the scary parts." The boys nodded and moved out, Ricky leading, followed a few seconds later by Bobby, Tim, and Terry.

Dolores was trying to whip the girls into shape: "Come on girls, move it a little. Tap your foot or something. If you don't give the guys some hint that you might want to dance, you'll be standing here when they turn off the lights!" Mandi self-consciously began to sway a bit. "How's this?"

"You look like a mechanical bull, but it's better than nothing. Come on, Jackie, loosen up! Hi, Dina."

"Hi, Dolores. How's it going?"

"Not so good. I'm trying to get these two to at least LOOK at the guys. At this rate, they'll NEVER get prom dates!" Dolores' exasperation was covering her own nervousness.

"Well, girls, they're out there, and they're hunting. For instance, that's my older brother Ricky trolling about 10 feet out - and I KNOW he's looking!" Dina announced.

"He seems kinda nice," said Mandi, "What's he like?"

"He IS kinda nice - even if he IS my brother," Dina replied. "Too smart for his own good, but a decent sort."

"Isn't that Bigmouth Bobby McCormick?" Dolores asked as he hove into view, following the patrol route set by Ricky and leering at all comers.

"Yeah, that's him all right." Dina agreed. "He's not as awful as he wants you to think - but that's plenty bad enough. That big hunk behind him is Tim Vincent. Wrestling team hunk, but as sweet and gentle as they come. He'll take someone assertive to draw him out, or he'll just orbit the floor all night," Dina continued, eyeing Dolores sidelong.

"Who's the little guy?" asked Jackie.

"Terry Michaels. Stereotypical computer geek, but he's real sweet," Dina related.

"So how come you know so much about them?" Dolores asked suspiciously.

"They all hang with Rick. I know them all real well, 'cause I hang with them a lot when I'm not with you guys." Dina supplied. "Sophomores are idiots, so I have to hang with seniors or go insane. It's a pain in the ass being a near-genius!" Everybody chuckled.

Ricky had reached the nearest point in his patrol route, and had slowed down to give the girls a visual inspection, casually allowing his eyes to sweep slowly over them. His eyes took in Jackie, and while he admitted to himself that she wasn't hard to look at, redheads had always struck him as somewhat erratic. Dina's presence caused a slight frown, "I wonder what SHE's up to?" he wondered. But that was a background thought process as his eyes began to traverse across Mandi. The above-the-knee skirt and form hugging white halter-type blouse were a surprise - Ricky was used to seeing Mandi in baggy looking outfits that left her form hidden. The legs, revealed by the short skirt were nice - DAMN nice - smooth and muscular, and as his eyes drifted upward to her chest, he was doubly surprised, first by the amount of cleavage displayed, and second by the fact that it was on display in itself. Mandi had followed Dolores' suggestions on dress for the evening exactly, and, while it was still less revealing than normal for any number of women, this was the least that she had worn in public since she was 12. Mandi picked that moment to sway slightly to the music (she was looking at Tim), and the resulting oscillation of her breasts, which were not completely under the control of her blouse's tube top underlayer, stopped Ricky dead in his tracks. "Jesus! She's braless, or the next best thing, and those are NICE!" Ricky wasn't seriously a tit man - actually, he could usually find something nice on just about any woman, be it hips, leg, hair, eyes... whatever. But these were seriously deserving of appreciation, and the effect was as if they had suddenly appeared out of nowhere! Ricky froze with his eyes popped, wishing they had zoom lenses.

Mandy picked up the motion (or lack of it), spotted Ricky staring, and blushed. "He's looking at me! God, what can he see?"

"He likes it, whatever it is," Dina laughed. "You're done. If he does nothing else tonight, Ricky will ask you to dance."

Ricky, realizing that he had been caught, shook himself, blushed, and moved on, giving Dolores a quick inspection. But it was perfunctory, despite the favorable review it generated - Ricky was mentally replaying that vision of Mandi swaying to the music. He drifted slowly away, his attention more on looking for a place where he could unobtrusively resume ogling Mandi than any analysis of other possible targets.

Bobby decided that just scanning the "meat market" wasn't enough, so he bore down upon the girls and deployed the full force of his dubious charisma, starting with Mandi: "Hi Butterball!" (to which Mandi flinched). "Look who just turned titty pink!"

Ordinarily, the flinch (and the accompanying oscillation) would have produced a follow-on comment, but Bobby had already turned his attention to Jackie, "Hi, Jack-off! Looking for a snack for later?"

Ricky DID catch the flinch, AND the accompanying oscillation. Then the blush registered, as did the fact that Jackie was standing there open-mouthed, totally nonplussed at Bobby's gall. Ricky was out of earshot, but it didn't take much imagination to figure out that Bobby was doing his thing. Then Dolores cut loose: "Bobby McCormick, that is the nastiest thing I have ever heard! You get out of here RIGHT NOW!!"

Bobby looked crestfallen for a flickering instant, then recovered his aplomb and sauntered off as if nothing had happened, leering over his shoulder at Dolores. The girls - Dolores glaring, Jackie trying to control tears, and Mandi still blushing, looked at each other for support, then in the direction of the remaining pair of males in the pattern. Tim was standing about ten feet away, glaring at Bobby and clenching his fists. Dolores watched him slowly get control of himself and begin to move, tracking a bit further out than Ricky had done. More surprisingly, over his shoulder Terry could be seen, literally hopping mad. Rage seemed to make the slight boy grow 3 inches, and turned his normally placid face bright red. Jackie, seeing this display, made an effort at control in order to minimize the impact. Dolores' expression went from anger to wonder, "Wow! Who'd have thought Terry packed such a temper?"

Dina stepped in: "This is serious, girls. Whether you know it or not, those guys are every bit as scared of us as you are of them! Bobby's little outburst and its effect on us is gonna cause them to be even more afraid to come around than they already are!"

Dolores disagreed, "It can't be that serious!"

"It certainly is!" Dina replied. "I get out more than the three of you. I run with Denise a lot," (glancing at Mandi), "and I've discovered that the male ego is extremely fragile, especially early on, when they haven't much experience. Shy guys might ask only one girl to dance, and if she turns him down, he's done for the night!"

"Okay, so what do we do?" Jackie wanted to know.

"Shake off Bobby's bullshit, and make a little eye contact with Tim and Terry as they come by - that is, if you're interested..."Dina replied.

Dolores, who had decided that she was, frankly, VERY interested in Tim, returned his shaky smile as he tottered by, still somewhat more distant than anyone present really wanted him to be, and Jackie gave Terry an encouraging nod as he completed HIS reconnaissance.

As they gathered at their original watering hole, Terry burst out, "What in the Hell did you say over there? You had them ALL stirred up!"

Bobby eyed Terry calmly, "I just said Hi, the way I usually do."

"Meaning he insulted each of them, in turn," Ricky postulated ruefully, shaking his head. "When are you going to learn? It takes a rare woman to appreciate being insulted. Maybe they're too rare. You may have to do without - for life!"

"If you ruined it for us..." Tim rumbled ominously.

"Nah, everything's fine. Want me to go first, and prove it?" Bobby offered.

"Not on your life! I don't want your going down in flames to set the pattern!" Ricky exclaimed.

"Right. If nobody else minds, I'm going to try Dolores," announced Tim. Getting nods from the others, Tim wandered off across the dance floor.

Across the room, Dina caught the purposeful movement, and decided to offer a bit more advice: "Look girls, we need to keep the flow going. If someone comes over to ask one of you to dance, you should say 'Yes' if at all possible. And if the one asked REALLY can't, or REALLY doesn't want to, one of the other two should volunteer as a replacement. It's imperative that we get them out on the floor - we can sort 'em out later."

"They're really that chicken?" Dolores asked.

"They'll be dropping feathers all the way across the dance floor. If you get up now and head for the ladies room, and he's on the way, he'll think you saw him coming and avoided him. If you catch his eye in the process, he'll probably go straight home, crushed. Guys are fragile. Girls in the 'A' group go through them like a combine through a wheat field. Some of them are never the same." Dina looked up, locating Tim, whose forward progress was getting slower and slower as his nerve gave out. "Here comes our first fish of the day. One of you be sure and catch him - it'll set the tone for later action!"

The three girls locked eyes, the result of the nonverbal communication being Dolores announcing "Right!" and turning a bright smile on Tim, who, heartened, again began to shuffle toward the girls. "Hi, Mandi, Jackie," Tim mumbled, nodding at them, before visibly running out of steam, looking at Dolores.

"Hi, Tim!" Dolores said, brightly.

"Hello, Dolores, would you like to, uh..."

"Dance? Yes," Dolores replied, and Tim looked down to find her hand dropping into the one he had been unconsciously slowly raising. He looked at it for a moment, surprised, as he absorbed the unaccustomed sensation, then looked up into Dolores' smiling face, smiled tentatively, and began to gently draw her onto the floor.

"I'm not too good at this," he confided.

"Practice makes perfect," was the response. After that, joy began to set in.

"Well, Tim's got his," Bobby observed, "And now I'm gonna get mine!" He moved off, briskly. Ricky and Terry just looked at one another. "He's gonna get smacked!" Terry postulated.

"One good thing - we can't come off looking worse. If he doesn't piss them off generally, we'll be knights in shining armor by comparison," observed Ricky.

"That's a BIG 'if'", Terry complained, morosely.

Bobby wasted neither time nor ceremony. Arriving in front of Jackie, his conversation starter was: "So, wanna dance?"

Jackie, remembering previous conversations, smiled sweetly but said, "Bobby, I'd sooner kiss a snake than dance with you!"

Bobby didn't blink - but he didn't think, either: "A trouser snake?" he asked, leering.

SMACK! Jackie open handed him across the left cheek, furious. Dina, who had been standing in the background with Mandi, quietly announced, "You can leave now, Bobby..." Mandi glanced at her oddly, unable to understand why she had apparently enjoyed the byplay. As Bobby wandered off, looking perplexed and rubbing the bright red patch on his cheek, Dina calmly announced, "Well, that was unfortunate, but richly deserved. The side effects should be obvious: We're going to have to be particularly welcoming to our next guest. The good news is that we've established for everyone ELSE in the room that we have SOME standards!"

Dina needn't have worried. At the sound of the slap, Terry was off like a shot, bearing rapidly down on the girls, furious. "What in the Hell did he say to you, Jackie?" he demanded.

"Another cocksucking joke," said Dina, rolling her eyes.

"I'll KILL HIM!" Terry roared, whirling.

Jackie, while visibly impressed, knew that the situation required defusing, and took the opportunity afforded by catching Terry's swinging arm as he spun away. "No, no, it's OK, Terry. It was just Bobby being Bobby, and he's already been paid off. Let's dance!" she announced, dragging Terry onto the floor as a diversion.

"Now THAT's how it's DONE!" murmured Dina, grinning, as Terry, recovering from his anger, slowly realized that - somehow - he was doing the thing he had been nerving himself to do all night.

Terry looked about, self-consciously, as he moved to the music "I don't do this very well..." he mumbled.

Jackie grinned, "Girls tend to learn to dance from each other, but guys seem to think that's a homosexual activity. So they learn on the dance floor. Don't worry about it."

"Maybe you could, uh, teach me a few things?" he asked.

"Maybe..." Jackie replied, with a sidelong glance. "For now, just keep your feet in the vicinity of the floor, and we'll fake it."

Meanwhile, Tim was proving to be less trouble than Dolores had anticipated. While obviously just learning, he was much more graceful than expected given his size, and was able to cover a misstep with blinding speed. He made few mistakes, except when distracted - and since trying to absorb Dolores with his eyes seemed to be his primary distraction, she figured there was little room for complaint. In fact, after three long fast dances, Dolores was rapidly tiring, while Tim's athleticism left him still fresh, despite the unaccustomed nature of the exercise. Nonetheless, Tim detected the problem and reluctantly asked "Do you want to sit down a while?" as the song finished, a proposal that Dolores gratefully accepted. When she sat in one of the folding chairs lining the wall near where they started, Tim was left trying to figure out what to do with himself: He didn't want to leave, but didn't want to force himself on Dolores, either. He murmured, "Thanks for the dances." and was beginning to turn away, looking for the others, when Dolores discovered that he thought that he had been dismissed. "Why don't you sit here with me?" she asked. Tim, grateful for the reprieve - having looked around and discovered Terry engaged with Jackie, and Ricky headed toward the group, he really had nowhere to go - settled into a chair, trying to figure out what he was going to do for conversation.

Ricky, having observed blinding success on the part of Tim and Terry had shaken off the fears engendered by Bobby's debacle and began approaching Mandi, who, absent the support of her girlfriends, was attempting to blend with the wall. But progress was slower and slower, because the more he looked at Mandi, the more he began to feel outclassed. "Jesus, she's gorgeous!" he thought, "How did I managed to ignore her this long?" The follow-on thought, "She won't want to do anything with the likes of me!" wasn't far behind. Fear won over motivation, and he drifted to the right - towards his sister, who was watching him with an amused expression. "What's so amusing?" he asked.

"The fool I'm looking at," Dina responded, "Anyone with half a brain, knows you were headed over here to ask Mandi to dance, and the fact that you just chickened out is just as obvious!"

"But I'm - she's... uh", stammered Ricky.

"She's standing against the wall, acting shy," Dina responded. "She hasn't danced with anyone yet, and she's waiting for YOU to try, Dufus! Now get over there, and don't take 'No' for an answer!" Ricky gathered himself and resumed motion in Mandi's direction, and Dina muttered under her breath "Jesus, I should get paid for this! What a group of idiots!"

Ricky, reenergized, approached Mandi. Unfortunately, distractions caused by nervousness, the unaccustomed view and his reactions to it robbed him of his usual capacity for snappy repartee: "Uh, hi - wanna dance?"

Mandi was scared to death. She favored Ricky with a "deer in the headlights" look, and was about to mumble 'No' and simultaneously attempt to disappear into the wall behind her when she caught Dina over Ricky's shoulder rolling her eyes in frustration while waving her arms and mouthing "YES!!!". This allowed her to gather herself, remember what she was there for, squeak out a meek "Okay", and place her suddenly sweaty hand in Ricky's equally sweaty grasp. Ricky led her gently onto the floor, where they began to diffidently move to the music, trying to assess each other's assets and capabilities.

Jackie and Terry had had two dances to start getting comfortable with each other. The memory of his fury had gone far to offset Terry's owlish looks in Jackie's eyes, and Terry found the flashes of fiery personality emanating from Jackie's fragile body equally pleasing. Having long since calmed down, Terry was still bothered by the incident with Bobby. "What did that fool say to you?" he asked.

"Well, first, he asked me to dance," she returned diffidently, "But I was damned if I was going to after he called me Jack Off before! Well, I got too cute in my response, and left him an opening he couldn't pass up, and he insulted me again. So I let him have it. Really, it was partially my fault - I told him I'd rather kiss a snake, and the 'trouser snake' quip popped out before he even knew it was coming, I think!"

Terry started to grin, then turned serious, "I don't know why he can't let that nickname thing alone - he knows you were drugged and raped! The whole thing's not fair!"

Jackie stopped dead on the floor and went white. "Who told you!?!" she gasped.

Terry assessed the reaction and decided to be discreet, "Someone who thinks you got a bum rap. I can't agree more. To be victimized, then have the whole incident turned around into some kind of kinky slut party thing - and getting dragged through the mud over it - that sucks!"

Jackie recovered, and resumed dancing, "Well, they were trying to cover their asses, in case I remembered who it was. I'm pretty sure of a couple of them, but they're long gone, and good riddance." She was just about to complain about what it did for her social life when she realized that, there in front of her, was someone who didn't believe her reputation, and didn't care about it, either. She began smiling fondly at Terry, which didn't hurt his mood one bit.

Tim, in search of SOMETHING to say, turned to Dolores and asked "Want something to drink?"

Dolores, somewhat surprised, said "Sure."

"What would you like? I don't trust the punch, but there are some sodas..." Tim waxed positively polysyllabic.

"A Coke?" Dolores replied.

"Sure." Tim popped up from his chair and made his way to the refreshments table, where he discovered that Coke was not in evidence. 'Better to be safe than sorry' he thought, so he returned to Dolores and asked, "There doesn't seem to be any Coke. Is Pepsi OK? There might be some Coke in the machines outside, but they might not let me back in..."

Dolores was thoroughly taken aback. Tim had shown her more courtesy in this one incident than she was used to from ANY male, with the possible exception of her father. Despite the fact that it wasn't a favorite, she responded, "P-Pepsi will be fine, Tim." Tim, having no idea how many brownie points he had just collected for simply doing what he considered right, set off to obtain the sodas.

Tim returned with the sodas, was graciously thanked by Dolores, and again settled gingerly into the folding chair. This time, however, Dolores was unwilling to let the conversation lapse. Turning to Tim, she asked, "What do you see when you look at me?"

Tim didn't see where this was going, but he figured he wasn't in trouble yet... "An extremely beautiful woman."

Dolores smiled, "No, I mean ethnically. Race, color, that sort of thing."

"I dunno," Tim replied, "Does it matter? It looks good on you... I'm not really deep into the race thing. Is it important to you?"

Dolores, whose mixed ethnicity had caused her to be treated as 'less than black' by blacks, and basically ignored by others was somewhat taken aback by this blithe lack of concern. "I'm half black..." she said, looking into his eyes.

"OK," he replied, wearing an expression that said 'Where is this going?' Obviously, it was a matter of complete indifference to him. He pondered for a moment, then asked "What's the other half?" The question in his voice was not the one spoken, but rather 'Is this what you wanted me to say?'

Dolores was convinced. Nobody could dissemble that well. Tim didn't give a damn that she was a racial mongrel. "I'm sorry, Tim," she apologized. "It means a lot to some people. I needed to know if it was important to you."

Tim frowned, trying to puzzle out the implications. "I don't see how. Whatever the mix, the results are quite a sight to behold. Unless there are genetic implications..."

"None that I am aware of," Dolores interjected.

"... I can't see any reason to get excited about it. You want to get it all out?"

"The other half is Indian." Dolores responded.

"Well - there it is. I can't date you." Tim's brisk tone had her looking up, glaring - only to find him grinning from ear to ear. "Which hemisphere? Eastern, or Western?"

"Eastern," came the smiling reply.

"Cool. Are we done with this?" he asked.

"It would appear so," came the reply, accompanied by a bright smile.

"Good. Let's go dance."



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Chapter 4: Slow Dancing...


One song later, the lights dropped a good bit, and so did the tempo of the music. All three couples were taken by surprise by this development. Mandi looked around wildly for a moment, but there was no way that Ricky was going to settle for the meager time that they had spent on the floor. Mandi allowed herself to be pulled gently into the loose circle of Ricky's arms, discovering that they were of nearly equal height, and thanking God that she had followed Dolores' advice and worn flats. Ricky tried gallantly to maintain a minimalist contact, placing his hands on her hips - but Mandi's bust proved to be both their undoing. They were unable to maneuver without her breasts coming into contact with his chest, and, within seconds, Mandi was sporting a pair of very solidly erect nipples poking half inch depressions in Ricky's chest. At Mandi's blush, Ricky looked deep into her eyes for a moment, said "Relax, it's mutual," and pulled her in against the raging hardon that the contact had generated. Mandi gasped, giggled, sighed, and laid her head on Ricky's shoulder - and Ricky was in heaven.

Jackie and Terry had been beginning to get winded. With the tempo change, they collapsed together - and found that each fit the other beautifully. From ten seconds after the music changed, you couldn't wedge a playing card between them, anywhere. It was impossible NOT to get aroused, but unthinkable that they be pried apart - so both accepted the situation without comment. For the next 20 minutes, they were a single organism - and it catalyzed their relationship. They went from strangers to a committed relationship in one trip to the dance floor.

Dolores and Tim were fresh, and the events of their intermission had demolished Dolores' reserve. When Tim stopped, flustered, at the change in the music, she flowed smoothly into his arms. When he stuttered "I - I don't..." she put her lips to his ear and murmured "Let's just sway back and forth, for now..." So he gathered her in, locking his fingers behind her back at the waist. Dolores melted against him amazed that one so strong could be so gentle. Tim, for his part, was totally awash with the sensations that close contact with her body provided, 'How could anyone be so soft?' he mused muzzily. They swayed together for a timeless interval, slowly moving toward actual dance steps.

Mandi and Ricky had adjusted to a position that could at least be justified to the wandering chaperones. There was still no avoiding Mandi's breasts, but, while each had one thigh inserted between the other's, they weren't actually rubbing bellies. As it was, the crotch of Mandi's panties was thoroughly soaked, and had been since her pubic mound came into contact with the solid bulge under Ricky's dockers. Mandi was supremely happy. Having relaxed against Ricky, she was prepared to dance with him until neither of then could move. Ricky was also overjoyed, but his intellect distrusted the whole situation, reminding him that this was his first time, and that he shouldn't get too wrapped up in anything until he had more experience under his belt. Ricky allowed this watchdog to yammer, but largely ignored it in order to maintain his enjoyment of the moment.

The slow set only lasted for a couple of songs, however, and when it was over, all three couples returned to the girls' territory, where they were politely dropped off. The boys retreated to where Bobby was holding down their previous location to take stock. Terry confronted Bobby: "Bobby, we're friends, but this one won't fly. If you don't go over to Jackie right now and apologize to her, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Bobby looked sidelong at Terry. Normally, the fact that Bobby had an inch, 20 pounds, and experience on Terry would have allowed him to laugh in his face. But tonight Terry had suddenly developed a temper and a serious case of determination. So Bobby decided to temporize, "Hey, I don't apologize. I've got a rep to maintain!"

"But you were wrong this time, and you knew it," Terry rejoined. "That's not your style!"

"You got me there," Bobby admitted, sheepishly, "Okay; I'll go have a word with her." With that, he turned and marched across the dance floor toward the girls.

Dolores picked up the approach, and said "Oh, Lord, here comes Bobby again!"

"What in the Hell do YOU want? Didn't I make my point LAST time?" Jackie burst out.

"Whoa, I'm lugging an olive branch, here!" announced Bobby, "I've come to apologize!"

"Well, that's new..." said Jackie, somewhat mollified.

"You're right, but I had two good reasons," rejoined Bobby, "First, I knew about what really happened before I made the comments, and it's not my style to propagate a lie. So - I'm sorry. I won't come off with that Jack-Off stuff again." He turned to leave.

"What's the second reason?" Jackie wanted to know.

"Terry was very insistent..." Bobby turned back toward Jackie and delivered this tidbit under his breath.

Jackie looked across the room and discovered Terry standing there with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. Hiding her delight, she announced "Well, I still won't dance with you, Bobby McCormick!"

"Given what I see going on between you and Terry, I won't ask!" replied Bobby. As he turned to go, he grinned and murmured, "Maybe at the wedding..."

Jackie gaped. Dolores simpered, "He got you again - clean this time!" Jackie looked across the floor at Terry, planted her hands on her hips, then beckoned him with a finger. Terry, who had watched the entire incident to make sure the apology came off properly, couldn't tell whether it had or not. Thus, it was with some trepidation he presented himself in front of Jackie. "Did you tell Bobby McCormick to apologize to me?" she demanded.

"Yeah - Did he?" he responded warily.

"Yes, he did, you wonderful man!" Jackie, wrapping her arms around his neck, planted a solid kiss on Terry's lips. In an excess of bravery, Terry pulled her in and went for seconds, at which point things got serious. The tongue duel lasted a couple of minutes, and left them both red faced, breathless, and smiling.

Terry figured as long as he was rolling sevens, he might as well up the ante. "So, are you going to the Prom?"

"Yesss..." Jackie replied.

Terry frowned. Maybe this was snake-eyes... "Who with?"

"You, silly!" came the response, and another tongue duel commenced.

Meanwhile, Tim and Ricky had been deep in conversation, bringing each other up to date. "So how are you doing with Dolores?" Ricky wanted to know.

"I like her, and she's a sweet package on the dance floor," responded Tim. "What about Mandi?"

"She's great - incredible - but I can't help thinking that I'm committing to something without having any other experiences to compare it with," Ricky replied.

"Well," said Tim, "there are other fish in THIS sea - but I'm not going to bother. I like Dolores a LOT, and I'm in no hurry to look elsewhere. She's just... I can't explain it... right. I think if I play my cards right, a lot more than the Prom is in the offing."

"Don't let Bobby hear you say stuff like that - Dolores will hear it within 15 minutes, and in the worst possible way!" Ricky laughed.

"Which is NOT how I meant it!" Tim responded, reddening. "I like what I see when I look at Dolores, and I like what I hear when she speaks, and I like the feel..."

"I get it, I get it!" Ricky rejoined. "Mandi is seriously fantastic, too - but you know, I just can't rush into things. When I snuggled up to her on the dance floor, I was happy as a clam - but I wasn't using my brain for much."

"You do what you gotta," said Tim, "but make sure you don't analyze your way out of something good. I saw the look on your face when she laid her head on your shoulder - and I saw the look on hers, too. Don't act so smart you get stupid!"

"Good advice," admitted Ricky. "I'll try to follow it."

"Well, I'm going back," announced Tim, "I haven't got Dolores quite reeled in yet, and I don't want someone else cutting me out!" With that, he turned and stalked off toward the girls.

Upon his arrival, Dolores said, "I thought you'd NEVER get back! What were you doing over there?"

"Guy things," Tim replied, grinning. "What made you think I was coming back?"

"If you didn't, I was going to come after you!" Dolores announced. "I'm not planning on letting you get away! You know," she confided, "Terry asked Jackie to go to the Prom with him..."

"Hmmph, that's peanuts!" was the rejoinder, "Wanna go steady?"

Dolores gaped, eyes like saucers, and her knees failed her, causing her to crash land in the chair behind her. She lost her breath for a moment, coming back to herself with Tim hovering over her, saying "I'm sorry, Baby - I didn't mean to scare you to death! Are you OK? I didn't mean to upset, you, honest! Forget I said anything!" Tim was deeply concerned at Dolores' reaction, and afraid he'd rushed things and screwed up, badly. It had just popped out - and had seemed to be the right thing, at the time... 

"Uh, uh!" Dolores gasped.

"What?" Tim frowned.

"I don't intend to forget! Did you mean it?" Dolores was confused, swimming in the mixed signals, but there was an important question hanging out there, and she intended to supply an answer.

"Well, yeah!" Tim responded, defensively.

"Then the answer is 'Yes'", Dolores declared, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking deep into his eyes. "If you really want to, I'll go steady with you!"

"If I really want to! Jesus! Why wouldn't I want to?" Tim ran out of words at that point - standing there, hanging over the chair, staring into Dolores' eyes. The kiss followed naturally, but Dolores had to stand to keep Tim from falling onto her. It didn't interrupt things.

Ricky proceeded to obtain his reference data set, first by dancing with Beth Johnson, the shy, thin, severe brunette who had most of the academic awards sewed up. Beth was consumed with her enthusiasm for reducing energy consumption, and thus made a brilliant conversationalist - if you're in to reducing energy consumption, which Ricky discovered WASN'T one of his enthusiasms. Besides, Beth was, well, bony. She was tall and narrow, and there didn't seem to be a spot on her that you couldn't injure yourself on. Ricky sat her down after a single dance. Sue Melanson, the bright bouncy cheerleader acceded to the next fast dance. Sue was previously unattainable, but for some reason she was at loose ends, so Ricky piloted her onto the floor. The lights stayed on all of the time, but they swiveled constantly - nothing and no one held her attention for long. Ricky dealt with it through the first fast dance, but when the next dance turned out to be a slow one, it quickly became unbearable. The body was there, soft, warm, and cuddly, and she allowed Ricky's hands to wander over a lot more of its surface than he had any right to expect - but it quickly became apparent that the reason for that laxity was that Sue was mentally elsewhere, and at a new location every 5 seconds. Ricky found this behavior to be flat unacceptable, and, when an opportunity presented itself, facilitated the efforts of Fred Trafton, the hulking right tackle on the football team, to cut in. Sue barely noticed, despite the fact that Fred's huge paws settled directly on her ass. 'Mission accomplished', Ricky thought, 'We have met the enemy, and Mandi is a vast improvement'. With that thought in mind, Ricky set off directly toward Mandi's shadowed corner.

Mandi had observed Ricky's efforts without the benefit of understanding the reasons for them - and was thus an extremely unhappy young woman. When she observed Ricky tucking Sue into his arms at the beginning of the slow dance, the question became not whether she would cry, but where she was going to do it. Could she make the ladies room, or was she going to break down right there? "What's wrong with me? Why did he leave?" Mandi sobbed to Dolores and Tim.

Tim responded, "Nothing, absolutely nothing. Ricky just has these rules he lives by. He can't just take the first thing that comes along, he has to experiment - gather information - and make informed choices. He told me you were wonderful, but - well, sometimes intellect is a curse. Ricky can't get away from it - everything is an experiment, or a chance to learn something new. If he ever finds a girl who can make him put that away for a while, he'll be a much happier person for it."

Dolores was agog. This was the most Tim had said all night, and it spoke volumes about him! The giant was bright, lucid, and insightful, as well as well-mannered and gentle! Wow!

Mandi, however, was understandably not mollified. "But how do I compete with Sue?" she wailed.

"By being yourself," a quiet male voice replied from behind her. Mandi turned to find Ricky standing there, his hand out. "Would you care to dance?" he asked. Mandi said nothing. She locked her somewhat damp eyes on his, placed her hand in his extended one, and allowed herself to be drawn gently into his arms. "I'm sorry I hurt you - it was unintentional," Ricky murmured, "Tim is right. I had to know if every woman produced the kind of reaction in me that you did. I had to react rationally, because it was an extremely emotional reaction."

"And?" Mandi asked, quivering, uncertain.

Ricky felt the quiver, and pulled her in closer. "I found them lacking. I kept finding the total package to be missing something in each case. In some cases, I can describe it; other facets, I don't seem to have a language for." Mandi detected that this bothered him, and it brought her some distance along the path to understanding Ricky's somewhat complex makeup. Certainly, it validated Tim's assertions. Mandi began to relax, and laid her head on his shoulder, facing away from him and closing her eyes. Ricky was simultaneously operating on two levels: He was thoroughly enjoying Mandi - touch, smell, (he brushed his lips against her bare shoulder, causing her to generate a cross between a wriggle and a shiver), taste, and the almost overwhelming flood of emotion she created - while that part of him that never stopped analyzing continued to attempt to come to grips with something even it realized would be ultimately indefinable. He began moving his hands up and down along her sides, drifting onto her back, marveling in the incredible feel of her body.

Mandi was in heaven. She was drinking in the sensation of Ricky's strong arms enfolding her, surprised at the whipcord strength in his lean body. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, and his shoulder was SO comfortable to lean against. When his hands began caressing her sides, she snuggled in closer so as to afford him more room to move - and that was very nearly their undoing. She moved her left leg between his, causing her pubic mound to bump into his left thigh, which brought a flash of pleasure as her clitoris was trapped between her pubic bone and his thigh. Even after she backed off a bit, these contacts continued to happen every few seconds. Mandi's panties were soaked in less than a minute of this stimulation, and between it, the caresses, and the friction of her nipples rubbing Ricky's chest, she became incredibly aroused. Blood suffused her face and chest to the point that Dolores noticed it from where she and Tim were dancing a few feet away. "Mandi's sure enjoying herself," she remarked.

Tim moved them to where he could observe, just as Ricky's somewhat dazed visage came into view. "Ricky's not exactly bored, either," he remarked, smirking.

Ricky's hands could not get enough of Mandi's body. It felt so... rich? Soft? Supple? He couldn't define it, but he couldn't get enough. Even though he kept to the "safe" areas between her waist and where her brassiere would have been if she weren't wearing the top with the integrated tube support, the feel was incredible. When Mandi snuggled in and he began coming into contact with her pubic mound, he became instantly rigidly aroused. When Mandi detected this iron bar lying along her left thigh, that was the last straw. She began to have a series of mini-orgasms - little single pulsations of pleasure, with an accompanying contraction of her vagina. She gasped as the first of these hit her, and raised her head after the third of fourth to stare at Ricky in wonder. Although Ricky's thigh was now damp through his jeans, he was still largely unaware of the effect he was having on Mandi. He looked deep into those wide green eyes for a moment, then leaned forward to steal a chaste kiss.

Mandi was in no mood for chaste, however. Sensually overloaded to the point where rational though was impossible, she took his head in both hands, opened her lips, and ran her tongue across his closed lips hungrily. Ricky, surprised, opened up, and she proceeded to try to swallow him whole. They stopped moving totally, while Ricky concentrated on giving as good as he got. This may have been the only thing that saved Mandi from having a screaming orgasm right there on the dance floor, but it also got the attention of the chaperones. "Hey, break it up, you two!" suddenly sounded close by, and a rough hand shook Ricky's shoulder returning them to reality. "Go sit down a while, you lovebirds!" the teacher directed gruffly, and they broke apart, headed for the girls' gathering point. Mandi, already suffused, blushed even more furiously, and Ricky's ears reddened considerably, but Mandi's right hand remained in Ricky's left as they left the floor.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" Mandi wailed, "You must think... I never..."

"Sorry! What for? That was the most... uh... Wow!" Ricky responded.

The song, which had been winding down, ended, to be replaced by a faster number. The other two couples returned from the floor. Mandi grabbed Dolores' arm and picked up Jackie with her eyes "Let's got to the Ladies Room," she announced. The others nodded and the trio moved off. As the door closed behind them, Dolores remarked, grinning, "Well, Mandi, it looked like you were enjoying yourself!"

"God! I'm SO embarrassed! Ricky probably thinks I'm a slut!"

"What happened?" asked Jackie.

"Well, when we slow dance, these get in the way," Mandi replied, gesturing to her breasts. "So they're constantly in contact and my nipples get hard. Ricky started rubbing my sides and back, so I tucked in to give him more room to reach."

"Girl, you don't want him grabbing your ass on the second dance!" exploded Dolores.

"No, no Ricky kept it perfectly clean - above the waist and around back. But it felt WONDERFUL - he has such strong hands - I'd have LET him cup my ass! Anyway, when I tucked in, we ended up with our legs interlaced. Even after I backed off a bit, I kept bumping my clit on his thigh. My panties are soaked!"

"That's not so terrible..." opined Jackie.

"But it doesn't stop there! Between the nipple rub, bumping my clit on his thigh, and those wonderful hands, I started CUMMING - little firecracker ones - and I couldn't stop! When he kissed me, I was ready to take him down on the dance floor, and sit right down on his... his..."

Dolores roared with laughter, "That's cock, baby! You wanted his cock!"

"Boy, did I!" Mandi grinned. "If we had been in any kind of privacy, he'd have had my cherry, right there!"

"Damn, Honey - you're still cherry?" Dolores asked, unbelieving.

"I am, too..." said Jackie diffidently.

"Will wonders never cease!" said Dolores. "Well, it looks to me like you're both doing well for yourselves..." She managed not to let the fact that she was, too, slip out... 

"But what is Ricky going to think of me?" Mandi wailed. "His left jeans leg is SOAKED, and I don't have to tell you what it SMELLS like! And I almost attacked him right on the dance floor! He's gonna think I'm some kind of nympho!"

"Don't feel too bad - Terry had me going all gooey inside..." Jackie admitted.

"I'm guessing he figures that he just let the tiger out of its cage..." Dolores replied, "... which is good for his ego. If you're REALLY worried you can let him know that you've never acted like that before..."

"The absolute truth!" Mandi interjected.

"... Which should keep him going down the right path - the one that leads him to the belief that he's a great lover, who sweeps innocent girls off their feet!" Dolores finished, smirking.

Jackie guffawed.

"Well," said Mandi, defensively, "It's working for me!"

"All the better. Ricky's a smart cookie, and if it wasn't the truth, he'd sniff it out!" Dolores counseled.

"He's sniffing, all right!" Jackie giggled, and Mandi reddened.

"Well, nothing clouds the male intellect like the smell of wet pussy!" Dolores chuckled, leering. "Let's go back out, so you can apologize for attacking him!" The girls finished primping and paraded back to their spot beside the dance floor.

Meanwhile, the guys were getting their consultation in place: "What happened to you?!" asked Tim.

"I dunno," said Ricky. "Mandi and I were dancing - and it was GREAT, too! I started rubbing her back, and she scooted in and we got kind of sandwiched with her crotch on my left leg..." Ricky touched the leg in question, discovering what body heat had disguised thus far - that it was wet! "Waitaminnit..." Ricky smelled his hand - ambrosia! The top of his head almost came off! "Holy shit! I've got pussy juice all over me!" Tim rolled his eyes, and slapped his forehead, and Terry collapsed in uncontrolled laughter. "The little minx was getting off on my leg! No wonder she almost sucked my tonsils out when I kissed her!"

"Man!" Tim exclaimed, "You must've had her smokin'!"

"I guess so!" said Ricky, with a huge grin plastered across his face, "I had a hard-on like an iron bar, but I guess I didn't realize just how much I was doing for her. There was the nipple rub, bumping her pussy against me, and me going to town with my hands - plenty of reason to get a little over-excited!"

"Take it easy on her," Tim cautioned, "She's probably embarrassed to death!"

Ricky joined in the general laughter. "So, how are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Great!" Tom replied. "Dolores is a wonder. I asked her to go steady!"

"Jesus! Based on a couple of dances!?" Rick exclaimed.

"Yeah... Well... She said 'Yes'!" Tim replied. "Some things are just too good to let go of."

"Well, okay," said Ricky, doubtfully. "How about you, Terry?"

""I'm good with Jackie for the Prom - and I think it's going to go a good deal further. She's really sweet, and somehow I made an impression..."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with you strong-arming Bobby into an apology, would it?" Ricky winked and grinned.

"Probably didn't hurt..." Terry returned the grin, "But that's not why I did it!"

"And that'll get you even more brownie points!" Tim laughed. "Here they come!"

The girls arrived, Dolores and Jackie tucking themselves beside their newfound escorts, and Mandi sidling up to Ricky. "Uh, Ricky, I'm sorry about what happened out on the floor... I don't normally act like that! Things just happened, and I got caught up in it..." She touched his jean leg, felt the dampness, and blushed scarlet. "Ohmigod! I'm SO sorry!" she gasped.

Ricky grinned, and hugged her. "What for? I'm flattered that you felt that comfortable with me!"

"But you're... wet!" she wailed.

"Relax, Mandi! You could drown me in that stuff and I'd die grinning from ear to ear! I may never wash these jeans again - they're a trophy!" Mandi hid her face in his shoulder, terminally embarrassed, for two or three minutes. Ricky was happy to let it go on.

After several more fast dances, in which one or more of the couples participated, things wound down to a final slow song that got everyone onto the floor. Mandi and Ricky were careful not to enjoy themselves TOO much... And then it was over. After a little restrained necking in the parking lot, everyone moved to their vehicle and made their separate ways home. Ricky, having recovered his usual shyness, just barely managed to blurt out "You want to do something tomorrow night?" getting a quiet "Okay!" from Mandi in return, before he was picked up by Tim.



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Chapter 5: Home again


Helen looked up from the papers she was shuffling at the kitchen table when Mandi walked in. The fact that Mandi had stayed out until after 11:00 p.m. indicated that either the dance had gone remarkably well, or Mandi had hid out somewhere and would try to bluff through a fictional description of the experience. One look at Mandi's flushed face told Helen that there would be no fictional tales tonight. "Well, how was the dance?" she asked, archly.

"Oh, Momma!" Mandi gushed. "I met a boy-"

"That was the idea, as I understood it..." Helen laughed.

"His name's Ricky, and he's so sweet and wonderful, and we danced slow, and he's so hot I just CAME - right on the dance floor!"

"You WHAT!!" her mother exclaimed. "How?"

"We were slow dancing, and I was wearing this flimsy thing," Mandi said, indicating her blouse. "My nipples got hard, but we just couldn't dance far enough apart to keep them off his chest. Then he started rubbing my back and sides..."

"And he played with your ass?" Helen was hot - literally - for details. Her hand stole through the opening in her housecoat, and between her heavy thighs.

"No, Momma, he was a perfect gentleman. If anyone screwed up, it was me! I was enjoying the feel of his hands, so I slipped closer to give him more room to work." Helen's left hand stole to her right breast, where she began squeezing and tweaking the nipple in time to the two fingers driving in and out of her wet gash. "Our legs got interlocked, and I kept banging into his thigh. I was soaking wet in no time!" Helen moaned quietly, working hard with her imagination and her hands to bring some satisfaction out of the fantasy her daughter was providing the details for. "After a couple of minutes, I started having these little tiny cums!" Mandi continued, "Like popcorn - just a quick flash, and my pussy would twitch. After a few seconds -pop- I'd have another!" Helen began to shake. "Momma, I've never had those - have you?" Helen shook her head 'No', gasping. She had two fingers squeezing her G spot, using the thumb riding her clit as an anchor, and her right nipple had grown to 3/4 of an inch. Mandi was enjoying telling the tale almost as much as Helen was enjoying listening. "Then they started coming closer together, and Ricky kissed me... Momma, I was tempted to trip him, pull off his jeans and sit on his hard cock - right there on the dance floor!" This statement had its desired effect: Helen's eyes rolled up, and she fell back over the chair arm, beginning to convulse. Mandi, knowing that relating being kicked off the dance floor would spoil things, stopped speaking. Helen was now spread wide in the chair, shaking uncontrollably as she neared completion. Mandi got a wicked gleam in her eye, and, wetting a finger, delivered the coup d'etat by quickly pinching her other nipple.

Helen went stiff as a board, screamed "AAAUUUUUGGHH!!!" and nearly demolished the chair from thrashing in it. Excess lubricant gushed from her abused gash, thoroughly wetting the back of the housecoat, and dribbling over Helen's hand. Mandi twisted the nipple gently a few times, watched until her mother began to show evidence of contact with reality, and removed her hand.

"Oh, Baby, that was good!" Helen moaned. "How much of that story was true?"

"Every word!" announced Mandi, primly, "I just waited to finish. There I was, popping mini orgasms every 15 seconds or so, and he kisses me. I went totally nuts on him and tried to suck his tongue off!" Helen laughed, and Mandi giggled as she continued, "We stopped dancing altogether for the tongue duel, and the chaperones found us and ran us off the dance floor!"

"Oh, shit!" Helen gasped between chuckles. "Oh, that's funny!"

"It wasn't then," Mandi countered, "And worst of all, I SOAKED Ricky's jeans with love juice! Talk about embarrassing!"

Helen roared with laughter. It took her some time to get control. Finally, she gasped "How'd he take it?"

Mandi smiled fondly, remembering. "Very gallantly. He said he'd just as soon drown in the stuff. He said he didn't plan to wash his jeans!"

"He sounds like quite a catch!" Helen declared. "Are you seeing him again, or is this a one time thing?"

"He asked if we could do something tomorrow." Mandi replied, diffidently, then firmed up. "Momma, I've GOT to get some new clothes! I'll never keep him in that 19th century wardrobe I've been sporting!"

Helen smiled. Mandi had advanced a couple of light years out of her shell in just one night! Helen could kiss the boy for that, if for nothing else! "We'll see what we can do tomorrow afternoon, dear. I noticed that you didn't go out tonight in your usual clothes."

Mandi nodded. "Dolores told me to dump my 'Mother Hubbards' for the dance. She practically dictated this outfit!"

"And events have proven her right, too!" Helen chuckled.

"Well, I've got to go to bed - school tomorrow," Mandi said, yawning.

"All right, Dear. You'll wear jeans, tomorrow, I think. You've proven yourself attainable and are now more than desirable to this boy. He'd have to be dead not to be looking to get into your panties. You'll need a serious barrier to slow him down. This will give you time to pick up some new skirts and dresses."

"He's definitely not dead, Momma. In fact, he sports several hard inches - I felt them against my thigh tonight!" declared Mandi, grinning.

"All the more reason to insert a couple of obstacles between what he wants and what you want," Helen observed. "Make him earn it - he'll appreciate it more!"

"Okay, Momma. G'Night!" Mandi turned, and headed for her room.

"Good night, Dear." Helen resumed her paperwork.



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Chapter 6: The after action review


As Tim and Ricky started to pull out of he school parking lot, Dina flagged them down, "Gimme a lift?" she asked.

"Sure," Tim grunted.

Dina popped open the rear door and flounced in. "Have a good time, boys?" she asked, archly.

"Well, yeaah..." Tim replied, warily.

"Good. I ought to charge you guys for my time and efforts, running around trying to keep you all moving in the right direction. I don't know which group was worst, you or the girls! And you're the worst, Big Brother. Do you have to analyze EVERYTHING!"

"Uh, well..." Ricky began.

"You had that poor girl almost in tears! She was going nuts trying to figure out what she did wrong!"

"I figured that out. I apologized!" Ricky's eyes acquired a wicked gleam, "And I think I made it up to her..." he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Tim and Dina both laughed. "Could be..." Dina allowed. Did you ask her to the Prom?"

Ricky tucked his head and mumbled "Not yet."

"Are you gonna?" Dina pressed.

Ricky looked up "Oh yeah! She's light years ahead of all my OTHER applicants!"

They all laughed again, but Dina couldn't let it go, "Yeah, she's got to be an improvement over finger puppets..." This brought another chortle from Tim and a look of mock indignation from her brother. "So, when are you going to ask her? It takes a girl time to prepare, you know."

"Well, I've got a date with her tomorrow night..." Ricky allowed. "I'll get there - I can't jump into a committed relationship after two dances like Genius, here!" He grinned, whacking Tim on the shoulder.

Dina grinned, as did Tim. "Steady? Already? Sounds like an ad slogan! Still, you seem to have tripped Dolores' trigger. She's clam happy... Speaking of clams, if you keep treating her the way you are, you won't need any tools to open hers!"

Tim blushed. "What's so special? I'm just treating her like a lady!"

"Which comes natural to you, but is something she's not been exposed to - and hungers for. And THAT, my friend, is why you're stumbling down Easy Street!" Dina rejoined. "Just be careful that you're not too casual about it! When she finds out you're nice to everybody, and maybe she's not special..."

"But she IS!" Tim returned, hotly, "She's..." A million descriptive terms flooded through his mind, but none seemed right, so he ran out of steam there.

"Then you're even more prone to dumb luck that I thought! See you at the wedding!" Dina teased. "As for you, Big Brother, others saw the 'new' Mandi tonight, too! You better get your tight ass in gear!" She stopped, sniffed, looked theatrically blank, and announced, "By the way, what's that smell?"

Tim snickered. Ricky, striving manfully for a straight face, said, "It's my new cologne, 'Ambrosia'!"

"So you wear it on your leg?" Dina inquired archly.

Tim let go with a guffaw. Ricky continued to attempt to look innocent, not too convincingly, "The container opened..."

"She sure did!" Dina returned, and they all collapsed in a fit of laughter. Tim had to pull over and stop - luckily, they were on a quiet street. "I hope you realize what a gold mine you've got there, Big Brother - play your cards right and you'll never have to whack off again!"

"Dina! Jeez, you sound like Bobby!" Ricky exploded.

Dina sobered. "Speaking of Bobby - he's still stuck without a date, isn't he?"

"Yep, his famous mouth did him in," observed Tim.

"Well," Dina responded, "let him know that I can be had - but I'm going to want a pound of flesh from him." Ricky looked at her sidelong as she continued, "When you see him tomorrow, tell him to come see me tomorrow night. If he'll agree to my terms, I'll solve his problem for him."

"What are these terms?" asked Ricky.

"They're between Bobby and me!" Dina replied. "And they'll stay that way!"

"Okay..." Ricky said dubiously, "I'll tell him."

At that point, Tim pulled up at the Nellis home, and the siblings got out, thanking him for the ride. Dina gave Tim a quick peck on the cheek before he drove away. The two entered the house, nodded at their father, Robert, reading in his chair in the den, and ran up to their separate bedrooms.



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Chapter 7: Odd Man Out

Friday morning found everyone gathering in various groups in the school parking lot, as usual. This Friday, however, things looked a little different: Dolores, Mandi, and Jackie gathered to compare notes (nothing special, there); Ricky, Tim, and Terry clustered near Tim's car (also no surprise); Bobby dragged himself to the boy's group (still ho-hum); then the two groups merged, looking something like cell mitosis under a microscope as the couples paired up (Aha! Now THAT's different!) Bobby, of course, broke the pattern somewhat, as he had no one to pair up with. In fact, the guys gave Bobby a good deal of ribbing for his overzealous performance the previous night; although the hard feelings Bobby's insults had generated had dissipated, no one was going to let him off the hook for his spectacular lack of success. Just before the bell separated everyone, Ricky remembered Dina's request of the night before. "Bobby, Dina says she'll cover your action - for a price!" he related.

"Awww, Dina's a sophomore!" complained Bobby.

"I'd think poaching from the lower classes might improve your image," Tim snickered.

"Hmmph! Maybe..." Bobby responded dubiously, "What does she want?"

"She wouldn't tell me!" Ricky replied. "She said come over to our house tonight, and she'll tell you what she wants from you. If you agree to it, she'll go to the Prom with you. Could be anything - Dina's a devious little minx."

'She's more than that!' Bobby thought, nodding. While he would never endanger his friendship with Ricky over it, Bobby had had a thing for Dina forever. He covered it well, but his insults for Dina had always seemed more like compliments than put-downs. He appreciated her wit, charm, and earthy intelligence - and the fact that she had a body that wouldn't quit - but was ever mindful that this was Ricky's little sister. As for the Prom - he could do a LOT worse... "Tell her I'll be by," he responded, faking chagrin, "Jeez, a sophomore - I dunno..." he mumbled as they parted company in the halls.

Nonetheless, 7:00 p.m. found Bobby standing on the Nellis' front step, having called Dina in the interim and secured a time and location from her. Dina let him in and led him across the living room, starting up the stairs before Bobby commented on the lack of other occupants. "Uh, Dina? Where is everybody?"

"Out." Dina replied. "Ricky's got a date with Mandi, and the folks are out schmoozing some client couple at the Country Club."

"Where we going?" Bobby sensed a trap.

"My room. Don't tell me that the incredibly studley Bobby McCormick is afraid to enter a girl's bedroom?" Dina favored Bobby with an arch glance.

"Huh? No! Of course not!" The tenor of Bobby's reply gave lie to the words. "What if someone comes home?"

"I guess you'll have to leap out my window with your jeans around your ankles!" Dina replied, grinning evilly. "You coming up, or do I have to torpedo your reputation?"

"I'm comin' up!" Bobby recovered his braggadocio. "Can't be more than 10 feet or so..." he leered.

Dina smiled and resumed her climb to the second floor landing. Bobby, now sure that some trap was in the offing, followed cautiously as Dina turned left and entered the bedroom, then stood there examining the canopy bed and other dainty furnishings as Dina closed the door behind him.

"Okay," said Bobby, "so what's up?"

"Simple," Dina replied, "you need a date to the Prom. I want something from you. I'm suggesting we work out a deal!"

"Okayyy... What do you want? Money?" asked Bobby, favoring Dina with a skeptical glance.

"Nope. This is right up your alley - I want you to assassinate my reputation!" Dina replied.

"WHAT!" gasped Bobby, his face a study in confused consternation.

"I want you to let it out to all your cronies that I'm your latest conquest; that you had me - tonight - complete with lurid details!"

"Why? I don't understand!" Bobby was as confused as you can get without a prescription.

"Bobby, very few girls get off on being embarrassed and humiliated - but I'm one of them. My pussy twitches when you call me Pretty Tits, and I know you've got a lot more on your mind when you look at me that you keep quiet about because Ricky's your friend. I want you to pull out the stops! You've got two weeks until the Prom to put my reputation through the wringer. I want you to go for it!"

"What do YOU get out of this?" Bobby wanted to know.

"I get two weeks to get this thing out of my system. Since it's you, I can recover somewhat by slapping you soundly at the Prom - or not, if it turns out that I haven't had enough - but I can experience the whole thing, and see if I really like it, or not! There are a couple of rules, though..."

"Like what?" asked Bobby, frowning. This HAD to be the damnedest thing he had EVER heard... 

"First - It's exclusive. I'm a slut, but I'm YOUR slut, captured by your massive masculine mystique and charms. I hear you offering to share, and we're done!"

"Second, there's a 'catch phrase'. If I look you in the eye and say 'We're done!' - just like that - it's over, and the next comment you make, I'll have Ricky - or Tim - pop you in the mouth. Until then, you're totally safe!"

"Right! How safe is 'Totally safe'?" Bobby asked, skeptically.

"I'll cover you with Ricky and Tim - and I'll play up to your line. I'll follow you around with big moon eyes, and I'll act like I'm your total sex slave! All you have to do is to keep from stepping over the line!"

"Sounds like it's going to be hard to FIND the line!" Bobby announced, truculently.

Dina looked innocent. "Its gonna be a minefield, especially for you. But I'm willing to sweeten the deal - if you can keep things spicy enough to keep me happy, and manage to keep from stepping over the line until Prom night, I'll make it ALL REAL!"

"All real? What's THAT mean?" Bobby's level of suspicion had reached an all time high. This was the DAMNEDEST situation... 

"I mean if you last until Prom night, we'll get a room, and you can spread my cherry all over the sheets!"

Bobby was floored. He stood there with his eyes popping and his jaw hanging open. After a minute, he shook himself, and asked suspiciously, "What if you pop me at the Prom? What about after prom night? How long does this go on?"

Dina smiled sweetly, "If I pop you because you made an ass of yourself, nothing, but if I pop you because I'm tired of the game, it's cherry picking time. As for after - let's see what happens when the time comes. You benefit from this, too - you'll learn to watch your big mouth! I assume that the incentive is adequate?"

"Holy shit! I guess!!" Bobby was beside himself! The implications... "Waitaminnit..." Bobby's expression suddenly went crafty. "If I'm going to carry this off, I've got to be PRETTY familiar with the package, here (sweeping his eyes over Dina's petite form) LONG before the Prom! In fact, to work within your timeline, I need to be pretty familiar starting TONIGHT!"

Dina smiled. "Now THAT's the Bobby McCormick I know and love!" she announced, dimpled, reached behind her neck, and released the top tie to the halter top she was wearing. "You're absolutely correct!" she added, stepping out of her sandals and reaching for her skirt zipper, "but it's also mutual... I need to be able to describe YOUR (with a coy grin) anatomy!"

Bobby was all but drooling. Dina was never going to see his penis in its flaccid state - Bobby's erection had gone stone hard. As Dina's words sank in, Bobby blushed, but as Dina's skirt pooled onto the floor, revealing her flowered panties, he began to shuck clothing. Dina turned to face away from Bobby, grasped the waistband of those panties in both hands, and bent forward at the waist, exposing her entire backside in one smooth motion. Bobby groaned. At this rate, he was going to come without touching her! What an embarrassment that would be! That thought helped him to work toward some semblance of calm while Dina again turned to face him. But speech was out of the question - all he could do was stare, while absent-mindedly tangling himself in his jeans and underclothing. Finally, he remembered that jeans came off better AFTER shoes, and got some control over his situation. When his penis popped out over the waistband of his briefs, Dina nodded in satisfaction: despite the expectation based upon his actions that he would be poorly endowed, Bobby was sporting a respectable 7 inch erect, uncircumcised organ, the damp purple tip of which was peering from within his foreskin. Bobby again attempted to get a hold on his racing emotions, finally succeeding in controlling his rapid breathing. "I want to see every square inch - close up!" he announced.

"And so you shall," Dina replied, "And we'll do a little heavy petting, too, so you can relate how I feel, and kiss... and 'Who knows?' I may need to take the edge off that hard-on..."

'I have died and gone to Heaven!' Bobby thought, wonderingly. "C'mere!" he ordered, in an attempt to remain in character - but when she did, he was infinitely gentle, taking her hands in his, then sliding his palms up her arms to her shoulders, feeling the silky skin. Dina's released hands found his chest, then slid around his back as he stepped in close. This was the Bobby she had gambled was here all along, the gentle caring soul hiding beneath the tough exterior. Gentle hands rubbed her flanks and back, and when she looked up she found his eyes staring back into hers. Bobby had gone beyond lust on first contact; oh, he was aroused, all right, like nobody's business - but it had been superceded by the wonder of feeling her touch. He wanted to absorb her through the skin of his hands - she felt so wonderful!

Dina was somewhat surprised by just how gentle he became. The rough, bad-mouthed character had floated away, leaving this strange person who hadn't even attempted to touch her breasts(!), but was content to rub her shoulders, ribs, and back! Finally, he brought a hand up across her belly to cup her left breast. Dina smiled, and reached down, dragging her finger along the underside of his shaft.

Bobby's eyes went wide! "Don't!" he shrieked, but the damage was done. His penis bucked, and a huge glob of sperm struck Dina between her pert, brown - nippled breasts. Dina's eyes widened, then she smiled and wrapped her fingers around his cock just behind the sensitive glans and began gently pumping on it while she dropped to her knees, opening her mouth in time to take in the third shot.

Bobby was mortified, shocked - and amazed! Dina was a living breathing miracle! This kind of thing just DIDN'T HAPPEN in real life! Here he'd just blown his load on contact, like a total dork, and she just smiled and began sucking his cock!! Dina had presented Bobby's nervous system with so many shocks in the past 10 minutes, he didn't know which end was up. As his knees went rubbery, she gently reoriented him so that they could both fall sideways across her bed. Bobby lay there panting, then turned a deep red. "Sorry..." he mumbled, "I..."

"Just had more sexual stimulation than you'd ever had before in your life?" Dina grinned. "Don't worry about it. It wouldn't be the first time, and it's my fault for pushing you so hard!" She smiled ruefully. "But I AM pretty horny at this point - feel like eating a little pussy?"

Bobby's eyes bugged out. "S-sure!" he stammered, then scooted down until he dropped off the side of the bed onto his knees. Dina flopped over onto her back, and spread her legs, both feet flat on the floor. Bobby's eyes feasted on the sight of Dina's compact little clam - tight, neat lips under the long, straight, sparse black patch adorning her pubic mound. It was the most beautiful thing Bobby had ever seen - much nicer than the gashes he'd seen in various skin mags. Tentatively, he drew his tongue up along those lips, discovering the hard little nub in its hood at the top more by touch than by sight.

"Yeah, like that!" Dina gasped, and Bobby went at it again. After about the fourth or fifth lick, the lips began to spread, revealing the pink flesh beneath, and the eraser-sized nub of her clitoris began to appear from within its protective hood. Bobby more or less instinctively pointed his tongue in order to penetrate to that flesh between the now open lips as it swiped through, then flicked the bud a second time before again starting a long swipe from the bottom. Soon, the indescribable flavor of her lubricating secretions presented itself, driving him to go deeper in an effort to obtain more. In the process, Bobby found the opening of her vagina, where he instinctively drove his tongue as deep as it would go - once, twice - before beginning the next swipe up toward her clit.

Dina was gasping and shuddering in no time. Nights out running with Mandi's notorious sister Denise had granted her more experience than Bobby, even though she had managed to hang onto her virginity. Nonetheless, Bobby was displaying a God-given talent for cunt-lapping, matched generally only by other girls, who had the advantage of KNOWING what it felt like! In a matter of minutes, Dina became flushed and began breathing hard and whipping her head back and forth murmuring "Yes! Yes! There! There!", until finally, she clenched her teeth and shrieked "EEEEEEE!!" opened sightless eyes, and stiffened, trapping Bobby's head between thrashing thighs. Bobby drove his tongue into her vagina, and mashed his nose against her clitoris, feeling the grasping rippling of her vaginal musculature. There was no doubt about what he had accomplished, and when she relaxed and let go, he backed off feeling immensely proud of himself, savoring the wash of fresh secretions that had accompanied Dina's climax... 

Having taken the edge off, they got down to a serious - and seriously enjoyable - exploratory session. When a somewhat disheveled Dina let a similarly disheveled Bobby out the front door at 10:30 p.m., they had achieved a considerable level of surface familiarity, at least, and a few more rules had been laid out. As he leaned over to kiss her goodnight, Bobby said, "We can't spring this on Ricky cold, Baby, or he'll punch my ass out before you can stop him. Why don't we brace him on Sunday, before we get seriously into things on Monday?"

"Okay, why don't you come by after church?" Bobby's family were real Bible-thumpers; his equally gauche father insisted that he and his older brother attend church regularly in order to provide them with an outlook that he personally was unable to impart. Alvin McCormick was a good man - honest, forthright, with an up-front manner - but he was unable to show his feelings for his sons. He had pretty much locked them away after the death of his wife from breast cancer some years before. The social niceties were lost on Big Al, which was one reason for Bobby's somewhat gauche persona - it was the example set at home. The Bobby standing on Nellis' porch was an entirely different person, however - one who had realized that fulfilling Dina's little fantasy was going to be a tough thing to do.

"Yeah, OK. I want to talk a little more about ways and means before we go down range the first time on Monday. 'Bye Baby!" This was more evidence of the 'new' Bobby - the old Bobby would have carried the ball alone, and let the chips fall where they may; the thought of asking Dina what she wanted to hear, once he was cut loose, would never have occurred to him. This, however, was different: This was DINA, and Bobby was uncharacteristically scared to death that he would trash the relationship that was already growing beneath the game play. A seriously worried young man wended his way home that Friday night. Dina closed the door, smiling fondly. While she enjoyed Bobby's brash personality, he needed to learn control, or he would never be able to capitalize on opportunities in the real world (you don't get - or keep - a great job by pissing people off!) Dina's little fantasy had multiple purposes; the surface 'sex slave' bit was just icing on the cake. Some of those purposes were already fulfilled: she had revealed the 'real' Bobby, and established a plausible reason to carry on a relationship with the older boy. Under normal circumstances, the 2 year difference in their ages at this point and his relationship with her brother might have been insuperable barriers to a relationship between them, but Dina had set her cap for Bobby sometime back - and she was nothing if not devious. She had not tipped her hand thus far, and did not intend to until Bobby was thoroughly ensnared. Enjoying her fantasy and her plans, Dina wafted upstair to her room to watch a bit of TV before bed.



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Chapter 8: Dinner & Philosophy

Ricky had picked Mandi up at 6:30, and they had wended their way, after some fits and starts, ('Where do you wanna go?' 'I dunno, where do you... ') to a local restaurant where they could get a burger in an environment slightly more private and upscale than McDonalds. Once settled in the booth, the waitress having departed, Ricky picked up the conversational challenge: "I'm sorry about what I did to you last night - I wasn't thinking what it looked like when I wandered off." Mandi nodded, her eyes locked on his, so he continued, "I was worried about expectations. We'd had a couple of wonderful dances, but I had nothing to compare them with. I didn't feel it would be fair to either of us if we got all wrapped up in those feelings, then discovered that they were the tip of the iceberg, and we were better off elsewhere."

"I admit I didn't think anything about that..." admitted Mandi, "I was sort of caught up in the moment! It seems to me that it's a pretty adult attitude."

"Well, I try - and 'conventional wisdom' isn't always a help!" declared Ricky. "By the time I'd hopped around a bit, I figured out that I was lucky the first time... But I'm not sure you were..." he mumbled, staring at his plate.

"I'm not too concerned," announced Mandi, "but that WAS a hothouse environment, and as a group, we're about as volatile as an old chemistry set!"

Ricky nodded his approval, "Too true. Just because we're late bloomers, doesn't mean we'll get it right. If anything, a certain amount of desperation..." At this point, he realized what he was saying, and, belatedly, shut up.

Mandi, however, avoided offense and evaluated the statement based upon its merits. "True. I was willing to settle for a lot less. Of course, all I was really looking for was a Prom date."

"Me, too. And, given the timeline, that's a pretty good justification for diminished expectations. You should probably look some more, anyway, just to be sure you can't do better..." Again, Ricky found himself staring at his French fries.

"You're sure going to a lot of effort to be fair and honest!" Mandi exclaimed, "Another girl might assume that you were giving her the brush- off!!"

Ricky's eyes widened, and his hands came up, "Oh, no! That's not at ALL what I mean! I didn't... I'm sorry; I'm not too good at this..."

Mandi dimpled, "Its OK - I'll take honesty over social skills every time; I don't have many, either!"

Ricky relaxed, and pondered the conversation of the last few moments. He had "fouled up" not once, but several times - but Mandi had not been offended, but rather responded intellectually to what was said without stereotyped responses. Cool!

"I have a kind of non-standard 'world view'", he continued. "I tend to look at things logically, and where local morality comes into conflict, I go with what seems to make sense. Some morality is OLD, and based upon conditions that don't exist anymore - like the Jewish dietary laws... No, I'm not Jewish - that was just an example."

Mandi replied, "Yes, but it could be an explosive one. I'm not either - but religion is one place where logic appears to have no home."

Ricky nodded, "Too true. While it appears to have its benefits, religion seems to require that you check your brain at the door when you show up to worship. I haven't found one I could get behind in more than a general way."

"Yeah, I think the idea's great, but the implementation hasn't been done right yet!"

"Kind of like Socialism," Ricky grinned. "Great idea - but humans can't seem to make it work!"

"Morality takes a million years to root out, once it's set, too," Mandi replied, "It's been 200 years since the original settlers around here brought in their restrictive beliefs, and in many ways, we're still stuck with them!"

"I've got a favorite controversial subject: sex!" announced Ricky. "Everybody loves that one, but I've been looking at things that some people would consider to be side issues. Incest, for example: While the genetic good sense of the moral proscription on incest is obvious, the availability of modern birth control reduces its applicability."

Mandi frowned, "What's the benefit?"

"Who would you rather have your first experience with: Someone with whom you already have a close, loving relationship, who is likely to take your comfort and needs into account - (that would be a brother, theoretically) - and who knows what he is doing - (that might be a father or an uncle), OR the current option - some boy who has no idea what he is doing but manages to override all of your defenses in the back seat of a car somewhere?"

"Put that way, I see your point," said Mandi, "but you hear all the time about sexual abuse in the home..."

"There's abuse under the law - which includes spanking, which is ridiculous - and there's real abuse - rape, and so forth. I'm definitely all for punishing the kind of asshole who rapes children - but kids play doctor all the time, and shouldn't have to be packed of to the shrinks when it's discovered. Likewise, if the young person is an active participant and has control over the situation, it's an ideal teaching situation if boys learn how to please a woman from their mother and daughters learn about sex from their father. Parents are a lot more likely to see to it that their children enjoy the experience than another young person who, at best, doesn't know much, and at worst has no control and will ruin several partners before he or she learns any!" Ricky continued, "The proscription against incest actually acts to ensure that parents tell their children little or nothing about sex, partially in fear of being singled out as a child molester. This just propagates the whole ignorant stereotype. The law doesn't discriminate between consensual sex between children or adults and children and rape. That means when it's done right, you don't hear about it, because anyone letting out such a secret faces jail!"

Mandi had begun to look distinctly uncomfortable, which Ricky failed to notice immediately as he plowed on in his passion, "Even male-male or female-female sex within the family is considered 'incest', even though there is absolutely no genetic basis for it. And it could provide a good deal of comfort in situations such as single moms trying to raise teenage girls..." Mandi's blush was un-ignorable. "Ooops! I hit something..."

Mandi looked up with pleading eyes, "Momma hasn't had a man since Pop left, and she's pretty tightly wound, sexually. We... help... each other out, sometimes..."

Ricky sat back, nodding in satisfaction, "See, that's what I mean! You'd both be miserable, otherwise!"

Mandi took a shuddering breath, surprised and relieved that Ricky hadn't reacted stereotypically, once the discussion had made the transition from theory to reality. She decided to get brave, "Momma's always encouraged me to enjoy sex, but I don't know how many times I could bring a man home, before she'd start climbing the walls."

Ricky grinned, "Sounds like you're telling me that anyone who gets into a serious relationship with you might find a third in bed!"

Mandi looked him dead in the eye, "It's possible."

Ricky sobered, somewhat, "Well, if I come to your house, it's to see YOU. I'll do whatever you deem necessary to maintain the health of OUR relationship, including THAT, but I'm not out to start a harem!"

Mandi looked pleased with his answer - as indeed she was. "You know that most of this stuff will never fly in the real world!" she declared.

"Yeah, I know. Actually after some education, it might start happening behind closed doors. Sort of like oral sex - everybody does it, and everybody turns a blind eye, but it's still illegal, many places! As a matter of fact, that's another one of my pet peeves! Who was the sick bastard who came up with the idea that oral sex should be illegal? What in the Hell is the justification?"

The conversation ambled on for a while, wandering all over the map. Mandi learned that Ricky had some serious 'rules to live by' that boiled down to the idea that anything you do that hurts another is wrong, but anything else should be the business of the individuals involved, and no one else - and that he was serious about them. She also learned that Ricky was cautious about starting a relationship with her as much in fear that he would do her an injustice as he was that it might be wrong for himself. Mandi had no such fears - in fact, the more she learned about Ricky, the more certain she was that she did NOT want to have him absent from her life.

Sitting back and sucking on the straw in his soda glass, Ricky reflected, "I don't understand; why does your momma have trouble getting sex? From where I sit, it's a buyer's market! She should be able to pick up a man just about anywhere..."

"Well, Momma's as big as I am," Mandi replied, "but she weighs more. She easily outweighs you, and maybe even Tim! She's not, like, totally gross, but she's seriously husky."

"Okay, Honey, but 'Different strokes... ' - I know guys who wouldn't quibble at that..."

"But would you bring them home to Momma?"

"Okay, I see your point, maybe," Ricky replied, "Still, I can't see how if she were to show some willingness, maybe flash a little skin..."

"Momma's pretty shy, even though she's a waitress, and has to deal with people all day. She gets a lot of remarks, and they hurt. Besides, I wander out to get the paper on Sunday mornings in next to nothing, and no one has popped out of the bushes and wrestled ME to the ground yet - so it's not just exposure of a little bare skin!"

"I don't know about THAT!" Ricky replied, grinning. "I know environments where if she were to show up and flop out a tit, it would come back with a 14 year old boy attached to the nipple - and the bigger the better!"

Mandi laughed, "THAT's what Momma needs: An unending supply of 14 year old boys!"

Ricky sat back. "Are you ready to go?"

Mandi looked up at the clock. "Ricky, it's after 10:00! Where did the time go?"

"Yikes! No movie tonight! I've got a curfew!" Ricky exclaimed.

They collected their things, and Ricky drove her home. Once parked out front, Mandi asked, "Do you want to come in for a while? We can continue our conversation..."

Ricky started to get a bit excited, then clamped a lid on it, "Okay, but we'll have to watch the clock. I have to be home by midnight, or all Hell will break loose!"

Mandi led him to the door, manipulated the lock, and then grasped his hand, bringing him along as she entered the house, "Momma? I'm home! And I brought company!" This brought some frenzied scrambling from the kitchen, and "That's nice, Dear - anyone I know?"

"It's my date, Ricky. We're going into the den to talk a while," Mandi replied.

"Fine, Dear, I'll be by in a few minutes to see if you need anything." More thrashing.

"What's up?" Ricky asked.

"She's GOT to see you - which means she's GOT to get dressed!" Mandi smirked, "We're pretty informal around here - she could have been in anything from an old housecoat to nothing at all; uniforms bind, you know!" This delivered with a wink.

"Ah!" said Ricky. Mandi led him into the den, where he dropped into an armchair that made an 'L' with the couch. Mandi took the couch end. They continued talking, exploring morality and the strange quirks of human behavior - while avoiding sex as a topic.

After about 10 minutes, Helen bustled into the room, dressed in a wraparound housedress that, properly worn (and it was) met all of the dictates of decency. Ricky evaluated it for ease of access, however, and gave it a '10'. "Hi, I'm Helen..." to which Ricky murmured "Hello." "You must be Ricky." As he nodded, she scanned him from head to toe and back, then nodded tightly. For all the speed at which it was given, Ricky felt like he had been given an MRI. "Do you kids need anything? Drinks, perhaps?"

Mandi piped up, "Maybe some Cokes, Momma."

Ricky looked embarrassed, and asked "Mrs. Giannelli, ("Helen, please.") could you direct me to the restroom?"

"Sure, Dear. Down that way, on the right past the kitchen." Ricky moved out, somewhat uncertainly. As he rounded the corner, Helen allowed an expression of approval to appear on her face. "Nice. Decent looking, well- mannered..."

"... And IQ well above average," Mandi finished. "It's amazing how stupid people are - he should NOT have been on the market for the likes of ME to scoop up!"

"You're too hard on yourself, Dear. But you're right - I've seen that musculature before. It fools you into thinking he's weak - and he's anything but! Your uncle Julio was built like that, and he was an Army Ranger! The good news for you is that he won't be interested in little girls - they're too bony and fragile!"

"Mom!" Mandi blushed.

"Has he kissed you?"

"We're moving slowly. He doesn't want me to close off my options by getting instantly serious with him."

"Either he's trying gently to get rid of you, or he's a sweet, sweet boy!"

"I believe it's Option B," Mandi responded, "He lives in a land where things are supposed to be logical, and he has some serious notions of 'right' and 'fair' that even I know that most of the human race can't live up to. But HE can!"

"That could make things difficult - if you use the usual weapons a female deploys in this situation, ultimately, he won't be able to respect you."

"I know, Momma. I'm doing it the hard way. The good news is that I think I'm doing OK."

"All right - I'll go get the drinks. Have fun, Dear!" Helen swept out, passing Ricky as he arrived from the bathroom.

Ricky turned to watch her departure. "Did I pass muster?" he asked.

"I think so. You passed the 'good customer' test, at least." Mandi replied.

"'Good customer'?"

"Momma can size up a customer as he comes into the restaurant as to whether he'll be nice or trouble." Mandi amplified.

"Oh." Ricky settled himself, gingerly, as Helen reappeared with the sodas. 'Quick' he thought, 'Too quick'. Helen dropped them off, and disappeared without a word.

Mandi caught his dubious glance, "She probably staged them. It's habit. She IS a waitress!" She then piped up with "Momma! Ricky has to go at 11:30. Could you let us know?"

"Certainly, Dear!" wafted in from the direction of the kitchen.

"That'll keep her busy!" Mandi giggled.

They resumed their conversation. They were arguing the virtues of prostitution when Helen announced "Time, Dears!"

Ricky slowly got up, and took Mandi's hands in his, "Wow! This was great! Just talking tonight was totally different, but almost as good as last night!"

Mandi blushed, "You can have BOTH, you know!"

It was Ricky's turn to blush. Unable to think of anything to say, he turned, and they walked to the door, hand in hand. They stepped out onto the porch, and Mandi gently shut the door, then turned and looked into his eyes. Ricky took the hint, and the resulting kiss left them both flushed and breathless. "I still owe you a movie," gasped Ricky, "Tomorrow?"

"Okay. 6:00?"

"I'll be here." After another quick kiss, Ricky clattered off, worried about the proximity of his curfew. Mandi watched him leave, then went inside.

"So, what did you see?" Helen wanted to know.

"We started talking at dinner, and ended up blowing off the movie." Mandi replied.

"If Denise had told me that, I'd expect wet panties. You, I believe. Especially given some of the snippets I overheard in the den!" Helen declared.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Pretty impressive! Are you going to catch him?"

"I'm 'way out in front!" Mandi grinned.

"What about you?" Helen asked, shrewdly.

"Oh, Momma, I'm done for! If he gets away, I'll shoot myself!" Mandi declared.

"Relax, Dear, and be yourself. If you don't push him, he'll walk in on his own. I don't think that the importance of the fact that you could carry on an intelligent conversation with him can be underestimated. I couldn't usually hear what he said, but I could pick up his tone - and he was impressed with you!"

"Momma, he's just so slow and deliberate!" Mandi wailed.

"Sweetheart, from this side, he's not being slow at all - this was your first REAL date. You're going to see him again tomorrow night! That will be 3 times in 3 days! Relax! Everything will fall into place - and it'll be sweeter because of the wait! Be patient and play fair!"

"But the Prom's in two weeks!"

"And you're going to need a dress, mark my words. He'll ask you - and soon!"

The girls closed down the house, and went to bed. Denise arrived home about 12:30.



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Chapter 9: Saturday

Saturday morning, Tim called Ricky, trying to figure out something he could do with Dolores. The upshot of this conversation was that the trip to the movies evolved into a double date. Organization, however, took several phone calls ('Is that OK?' 'Are you sure?' 'Do you think she's pissed?' 'How did Dolores take it?' 'Do you mind?' etc... ) Tim picked up Dolores, then met Ricky at Mandi's, where they left Ricky's parent's car (theoretically because it's small size might hinder later operations - something that was NEVER spoken). The movie was OK, a light, romantic comedy, but the theater experience didn't live up to its historical billing - theater seating allowed a level of intimacy that was less than even a couple of perfect gentlemen like Ricky and Tim would have preferred. Tim summed it up: "Next time, let's rent a flick and go somewhere with couches!" Dolores had blanched - her place was out. Her Dad wasn't likely to allow anything resembling a date to go on under HIS roof! As it was, Dolores didn't think it had sunk in on him that she was on a date - and she had no idea what his reaction to Tim was going to be!

Ricky was trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening. They could all go back to his place, but his folks were home and who knew what Dina was up to. All reservations regarding Mandi had disappeared during last night's conversations; with his intellect satisfied, he was ready to commit his full energies to the physical and emotional dimensions of the relationship - but where? Then Mandi piped up with "Let's go back to my place. Mom's working tonight - we'll have the place to ourselves!" Ricky was glad to hear that the formidable Mrs. Giannelli would not be present - he didn't want to tease her by making out with Mandi while she was present; it didn't seem fair. And he HAD decided that it was time to get a little bit physical. That kiss last night had led to several hours' worth of daydreams... Besides, his car was there!

On arrival, Mandi put on some music - slow stuff - and they settled in in the den. Tim and Dolores took the couch that Mandi had used the night before, while Mandi and Ricky started putting the love seat against the opposite wall to its intended purpose. Talk was desultory - kissing was the order of the day. One at a time, the couples got up to dance to the stereo, but soul-deep kissing was the main event. The touching that goes with such necking was a bit behind schedule, however. Mandi had worn a nice white blouse, sleeveless, that buttoned up the front - over a reasonably sturdy bra. Not bad, but at the dance, Ricky's palms had traversed a serious amount of creamy skin around her back and midriff, and they itched to touch it again. Mandi's blouse, and the jean skirt it was tucked into, didn't allow that kind of access. After a few minutes, Mandi discovered that she, too, was frustrated. So she got up off the couch, and very deliberately pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, unbuttoned it, and laid it on the arm of the couch. Everybody in the room was floored - especially Ricky. Mandi looked him in the eye, "I have rules, too. If I let you touch it, it's disputed territory. I control access, but unless I tell you specifically not to, you're welcome to visit again." Her eyes bored into Ricky's. "If I show it to you, however, it's yours. You own it, and I won't deny access. You've both seen and touched my back and midriff - just because I wore a blouse that's hard to work with doesn't mean you should have to start all over."

Ricky got his breath, and thought about it. "Okay..." he replied, pondering. There was something... "What about accidents? You snag your top... something like that?"

"Unless I snag it on YOU, it's a casualty in the war of the sexes," Mandi replied, "And if I let you see THAT (her blush related what THAT was), well, you've just won it all!"

"Those are some interesting rules," Ricky observed, "They're not the usual ones, as I understand them!"

"Well, girls ALWAYS make the rules in THIS game - but they tend to cheat and change them in mid-stream if the competition gets too intense. In any other game, that would be unfair - I'm just level-setting! I've seen prick-teasing, and I think it sucks - I wouldn't want to be treated that way! Besides, I trust you to play fair!" Mandi asserted.

"Okay. I think its fair - but there's something crawling around the back of my mind that says you've left me a door to sneak through here, if I can just remember it. What if I find this loophole?"

Mandi quivered a bit, then squared her shoulders and announced "Then to the victor go the spoils! I can't think of anything I've left out here, but if you catch me short, you can have me!"

Ricky looked over to where Dolores and Tim were staring rapt at the conversation and Mandi's somewhat unconventional solution to the bare skin issue, and shrugged. "What do YOU think? Am I taking advantage of her with these?"

Dolores, who was leaning back in Tim's arms staring at the tableau with wide eyes, found her voice and replied, "They sound pretty fair to me!" A mischievous light came into her eyes, "Too fair! I like to wrassle!" she announced, grinning up at Tim.

Tim arched an eyebrow, "So you date a wrestler?" he asked, smiling. "You're begging for it!" he announced, and immediately went for an improbable hold involving her left leg, prompting mock combat on the couch. When he had all of Dolores' limbs twisted into a knot, (which took about 5 seconds) he looked up at Ricky and said, "Seems incredibly fair to me!", and proceeded to nuzzle Dolores' side, just below her ribs. Dolores, immobilized, could only gasp, thrash, and giggle. Dolores turned an incredible shade of pink, and when Tim let go, wrapped her limbs around him and proceeded to kiss him more passionately than ever, basically taking the two out of the equation.

Ricky, amused, pulled Mandi down onto the couch, and proceeded to re-inventory captured skin surface with his palms while kissing her deeply, to their mutual delight. The discovery that Ricky had apparently overcome his reticence had Mandi tickled pink - literally - as he released her lips and began nipping at her neck and running his tongue along the sensitive flesh of her ears. A few minutes of that and those wonderful fingers drawing zigzag patterns along her short ribs had her flushed and breathing hard. Ricky, for his part, was happily tracing the skin of Mandi's back, then sides, belly, shoulders... finding the sensitive spots for later kissing and licking. Ricky took his time, enjoying the sounds of the little gasps and sighs, and the return caresses and ardent kisses he got from Mandi for his efforts. Having covered known territory, he worked his way under the back of her brassiere, then slowly expanded the probe across the sensitive area under her shoulder blades, and around the sides until he was touching the outer surfaces of her breasts. By this time, Mandi was so aroused that coherent thought was virtually impossible, and any attempt to control Ricky's wanderings was drowned in the sea of ambivalence generated by the fact that she really didn't WANT him to stop.

Dolores and Tim were making happy discoveries of their own. Dolores had turned up in a halter and hiphuggers (virtually a uniform for her), and Tim's big hands had already sampled her sweet breasts, without any demurral from Dolores. She had her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his muscular back, and was apparently trying to get him to cover her like a coat of paint while delivering the most searingly passionate kisses he had ever experienced! The hall clock chiming 11:30 found her with her hands behind her neck, fumbling at the tie in an effort to get the damned thing off so she could merge her bare chest with Tim's. Fortunately for them all, Tim had enough situational awareness to recognize the time, and remember that the three of them all had to be home by midnight! It took an additional 10 minutes to get everyone cooled down, somewhat presentably dressed, and headed for the door.

As he passed the kitchen on the way out, a glance picked up Helen's discarded housecoat draped over a chair. A synapse spat in Ricky's brain, and the information hidden from him earlier in the evening surfaced, and Ricky gasped from the sheer audacity of the plan that unfolded in his mind! Ho ho, wouldn't THAT be a kick! When they reached the door, the last passionate kiss was delivered, and Mandi asked, "When will I see you?" he replied "Tomorrow."

"What time?" she asked.

Ricky grinned mischievously, "I'll let you know," and walked to his car, smiling.

Mandi went to bed with a full appreciation of her mother's worst frustration. Ricky had lit a fire in her that her little butterfly vibrator could NOT put out! After using it to give herself a half-dozen quick, but unsatisfying orgasms, Mandi fell into an exhausted slumber.



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Chapter 10: Meet the Browns


Tim managed to deliver Dolores at the stroke of midnight. Unfortunately, Marcus Brown, Dolores' father, had been waiting impatiently for some time. Marcus was a tough hombre, an iron worker, and militantly black. He was a stiff disciplinarian who did not believe in modern, hands- off parenting; Dolores had felt his hard hand impact on her fanny on several occasions while growing up. While Marcus expected Dolores to find and marry some likely-looking black buck, he hadn't seen any good enough, yet (not surprising in a father). Dolores' mother, Padma, hadn't made it plain (deliberately, it turned out) that Dolores was out with a boy until nearly 10:00 p.m., at which point Marcus became immediately truculent - a condition that had not improved over the ensuing two hours.

"Dolores! Get in here! Who in the Hell told you you could go out running around with some boy I haven't laid eyes on yet! I'm gonna whup your ass young lady! You there! Git outta that car! I want a look at ya! That you, Nate Adams, you little shit?"

Dolores scrabbled out of the car and up the walk. Tim began exiting the driver's side, which prompted another outburst from Marcus as his head became visible over the roof of the car. Marcus whirled on Dolores and roared, "A white boy! You went out with a simpering, little, pinky-dicked white boy! A honky who will sweet talk you and act all pussy whipped until he's dipped his little dick in you a few times and left you with his white baby while he tells you he can't possibly MARRY a black girl! Girl, I'm gonna give you the ass whuppin' of..."

At that point Marcus' tirade was interrupted by a deep bass rumble. Marcus' head whipped around and he stopped dead in shock as he discovered that he had SEVERELY underestimated the size of Dolores' "little, pinky- dicked white boy"! Tim stood about six feet away, face a mask of dark anger, hands clenching and unclenching. He looked Marcus dead in the eye, and said "You touch a hair on her head, and father or no, we're gonna fight!"

Marcus was thoroughly taken aback! Dolores' boyfriend may have been white, but he was also HUGE. Marcus eyed Tim and decided that while he might be tougher, Tim was probably faster and had more endurance - meaning he might have just started one Hell of a fight! The second thought that flashed through his mind was surprise that he had evaluated Tim as an equal. Third came the belated realization that the boy wasn't angry at the insults that had been hurled at him - he was there to defend Dolores! So it was that when Padma hurled herself between them, shouting "Stop it, you two! I'll not have anyone pounding each other in my yard at midnight!" and glared at the pair of them, most of her work was already done.

Marcus simmered down noticeably, and grumbled "Awright, maybe I got carried away. Forget the ass whuppin'." Dolores, hovering nervously in the doorway, heaved a sigh of relief. Tim began to cautiously stand down. "You're pretty big," Marcus observed, "You do sports?"

"Wrestling," was Tim's one-word answer.

"How many times have you dated my daughter?" Marcus wanted to know.

"Once," Tim replied, looking Marcus dead in the eye, "But this won't be the last time, and you're likely to end up with a white (Tim didn't SAY 'honky' at this point, but everybody heard it, anyway) son-in-law!"

Marcus didn't answer directly, but he was impressed in spite of himself. Padma urged, "You boys behave yourselves! Let's go in the house and have a drink!"

Tim looked at Padma, "I can't tonight - I'm supposed to be home by now, myself. Thanks."

"Hmph," said Marcus, blandly for him. He picked up Dolores with his eye, "Git out here and kiss your boyfriend good night, girl! And do a good job!" He followed it with a rumbled, "Boy showed more balls that I would have, trying to protect your scrawny ass..." after which he turned and reentered the house. Padma looked on with approval as Dolores followed his instructions to the letter, delivering a toe-curling kiss, then smiled and waved as Tim took his departure. "That's a nice boy! You gonna keep him?" she asked as she wrapped her arm around Dolores' waist and escorted her into the house.

"Momma, will everything be OK?" Dolores asked.

"Things went very well," Padma replied. "I can't think of a way that they could have gone better! That boy, he earned your Poppa's respect, being brave like that! If you had just introduced them, your Poppa would have been after him for years, looking to see if he had balls; your boy let Poppa know he had a pair, and that his heart's in the right place at the same time!"

"Then Poppa likes him?"

"He'll want to take him drinking, after he thinks about it for a while! God help you if you decide to replace him; the next boy would NOT compare well!" Padma simpered.

"There's little chance of that, Momma," Dolores replied, "Tim's everything I ever wanted, and then some!"

"Get to bed, Girl!" her father roared from the living room, "You're gonna need your beauty sleep to hang on to THAT one!"

Padma winked, "See?" She then kissed her daughter's cheek, patted her ass, and pushed her off to bed. She sighed gently. Marcus would probably want to ride hard tonight, having come off second in that little altercation. Little boys and their pride... Good thing she liked it hard and fast, sometimes... 



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Chapter 11: Never on Sunday...


Mandi woke at a bit after 8:00 a.m. having spent a miserable night trying to overcome the frustration that Ricky had instilled in her. She generally slept nude, but nightclothes would have gotten in her way, anyway, while she attempted to quench that fire. Since clothing was a casual thing in the Giannelli household, Mandi didn't bother to dress before going downstairs, opting to grab a light robe and carry it over her arm, "just in case". Helen sat at the kitchen table, yawning, "Coffee's on, Dear. How was your date last night?"

Mandi plopped into a facing chair. "It was wonderful, Momma! The only problem I had with it was that it didn't last long enough!"

"Why, Dear - did you come right home after the movie?" her mother asked.

"Well, yes, but we spent some time necking in the den!" Mandi replied, "Momma, I laid out some rules for Ricky - and everybody seemed to think they were kind of risky! Can I get your opinion?"

Helen smiled, "All right, Dear, but this is an ancient game you're playing - I don't blame others - especially other girls - if they're surprised at new rules being proposed!"

Mandi shrugged, and said, "Well, I don't like prick teasing, and I couldn't see any sense in Ricky having to start all over again, asking permission to get at ground he had covered previously, so I told him this: If I let you touch it, but not see it, it's disputed territory - you can come back, unless I say otherwise, but I control access. If I let you see it, however, it's conquered territory, and I do NOT grant access - you own it and can do with it what you wish!"

"That DOES seem kind of brave - but pretty fair!" Helen allowed. "What did Ricky say?"

"Ricky was concerned - he said he thought that I'd left a loophole somewhere, that might come back to bite me, and he wanted to know what I would do if it did?"

"And how did you respond?"

Mandi grinned, "I called his bluff! I told him that as long as he wasn't actively involved in tearing my clothes off, I'd live within the rules!"

"Well," Helen said, pensively, "He has to know that your position is defensive, and cannot last for the long term - if he gets to hold territory he's already conquered, then he's free to conquer new territory. Eventually, you'll run out - but that's what you want, isn't it?" This last was delivered with a twinkle and a grin.

"You're right! I can't wait!" Mandi exclaimed. "Ricky loosened up last night, and started to really get into it - and I'm STILL hot!"

"Well, those rules seem to be eminently fair - and Ricky is big on being fair - so I don't see how they could fail to be appropriate. I also don't see how they could result in ruining your reputation, so go with them!" Helen urged.

"I already am!" Mandi replied, "I took off my blouse last night because Ricky had already experienced a halter. I didn't want to deny him skin he'd already had!"

Helen laughed, and asked, "Would you get the paper?" Mandi nodded and turned around to go to the front door. The paper boy USUALLY hit the porch, but... Mandi threw on the robe, not bothering to close or belt it. She then threw open the front door, bent over, and reached for the paper... which was lying in Ricky Nellis' lap! Ricky was sitting tailor fashion on the porch facing the door, a position which gave him the full effect of her extended position and the open robe. Mandi's shocked green eyes met Ricky's amused blue ones, and she muttered "Oh, Lord!" while reflexively taking the paper from his extended hand.

"I remembered the loophole... That's one helluva view!" Ricky observed. And indeed it was! Mandi was bent forward from the waist, the open sides of the robe framing her breasts, her cleavage granting a view across her belly to the patch of mouse-brown hair covering her exposed pubic mound. Ricky waited, anxious to discover Mandi's reaction. Was this going to work, or would she cry 'Foul!' and renege on the rules she had dictated the night before? Would this little piece of audacity seal their relationship - or destroy it?

Mandi looked down across her body. She was exposed, all right - she could see the fringes of her own labia. She looked back into Ricky's eyes and exclaimed "Oh thank GOD! Ricky Nellis, do you have ANY idea what you did to me last night?"

"Arouse you a bit, did I?" he asked, smiling. Mandi was going to play fair! Wotta gal! "I've GOT to touch those!" he exclaimed, eyeing her pendant breasts.

"Well, they're no longer disputed territory!" Mandi replied. "In fact," she added ruefully, "nothing else is, either!"

Ricky beamed as his hand cupped her left breast. "Mmmmm, that feels nice!" he exclaimed.

Mandi gasped as his thumb dragged across her erecting nipple, "It sure does - let's go inside!" She extended the newspaper, which Ricky grabbed with his left hand, unwilling to release the breast he was manipulating, and used it to help pull him to his feet. As she turned, it became evident that he was going to have to release his captive, anyway, so he slid his hand down her arm to grasp her hand. Once they were inside and the door was closed, she dropped the robe in a puddle on the floor, whirled, and placed a torrid kiss on his lips, while his hands dropped to cup her asscheeks.

Again taking his hand, she made her way to the kitchen. "Momma," she announced, "I'm going back to bed!"

Helen looked up, reflexively accepting the newspaper as she detected Ricky looking back at her over Mandi's nude shoulder. She blinked, thought a moment, and said, "So, I gather that you remembered the loophole you warned Mandi about? How did the way Mandi goes out for the paper come up in conversation?"

Ricky, who had slid up behind Mandi and wrapped his arms around her waist, picked his chin up from her shoulder, blushed, and replied "Well, YOU were the subject of conversation, actually... I had asked Mandi why you don't have hot and cold running men coming through here, and Mandi offered the lack of local reaction to her behavior as evidence that not every opportunity gets seized!"

Helen chuckled. The boy DID have a way about him... She decided, on the basis of her limited exposure to him that she liked him - which was a good thing, considering that he had apparently just taken possession of her daughter! Mandi was standing there, totally nude, happily pressing herself back against her boyfriend as he slowly rubbed her belly and the undersides of her breasts. "Well," she observed, "you've certainly seized this one!"

Ricky flinched. He was facing his second big test of the morning. Would Helen put a stop to this foolishness, knowing that if Mandi went upstairs with him now, neither of them would be virgins when they came back down? "I don't want anyone to think what I did was unfair. When I warned Mandi, I couldn't remember exactly what the mistake was - or I'd have told her. I didn't remember until I was leaving..."

Mandi gasped, "So THAT's why you looked at Momma's housecoat funny when you passed it in the living room last night!"

Ricky smiled, "Yeah, that's when the flash hit. After that, it was just a matter of time - and I discovered that I was impatient! But if you think I took unfair advantage..." He lifted anxious eyes to Helen.

Helen, a bit embarrassed at the mention of the housecoat, closed said housecoat - which was HER only item of apparel this morning, and had been revealing quite a bit - and regarded Ricky seriously. "Mandi discussed the ground rules that you two were operating under with me just a minute ago, and I passed on them. She also told me that you expressed concern over their fairness, rather than immediately taking advantage of them, and that you warned her that she might be exposing herself more than she realized." This last was delivered with a raised eyebrow glance at Mandi that brought a gasp and a chuckle. "Rick, from what I can see, Mandi has conceded that you were operating in an open, above-board manner. I, who have far more experience with men than my daughter, find your conduct to be absolutely exemplary. From where I sit, Mandi has made her bed, and will be happy to lay in it - so run along upstairs! I'll be by to look in on you later!" she added, winking.

Anxious as he was to hear this verdict, Rick was using Mandi's nipples for stress relief, absently twisting and pinching them. Mandi was weak in the knees, awash with the sensations, and they had virtually solidified at 3/4 of an inch long, atop tightly crinkled aureoles. Upon receipt of this very solidly put 'go' signal, he let go and stood there for a moment, backstopping Mandi as she got full control of herself, then took her hand for the trip upstairs.

Mandi was jubilant! While Momma had previously offered tacit approval of an eventual first sexual liaison with Ricky, she, too, was afraid that being presented with 'here and now' as the circumstances would cause an instinctive withdrawal of that approval. What actually occurred went beyond hope, never mind expectation!

Helen watched as the pair dashed for the stairs, sighing. It was the end of an era - Mandi would undoubtedly be a woman when she came back down those stairs. On the other hand, it appeared that she could not possibly have done better in selecting a male companion. While she could undoubtedly have quashed the incident she didn't have the heart to do it in the face of Mandi's obvious happiness. All she would have done was to drive them underground, which would have driven a wedge between her and the pair. Better that they have this memorable moment in time in a comfortable and supportive environment!

Rick was somewhat surprised at the relative austerity of Mandi's room. There was a simple bed, and a simple chest - all neat and clean - this was a far cry from Dina's collection of Teddy bears, frilly knickknacks, and piles of makeup and hair care products scattered over every horizontal surface. But Mandi didn't give him much time to look around; on entry, she went straight to the neatly turned up blankets and bedspread and threw them to the foot of the bed, then turned to pull Rick down to sit beside her. Rick began an unimpeded exploration of the beautifully nude young woman before him as Mandi worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Somehow, she managed to get it unbuttoned without ripped buttons flying across the room - but then she ran into his T shirt! Her moan of frustration helped him to reassert control over himself. "Relax, B... (what WAS he going to call her as an endearment? Not 'Baby'!) Honey, we've got all day!" He stood up and pulled off his shirt, then shrugged out of the T shirt. Mandi dropped to her knees in front of him and began untying his running shoes. Rick was somewhat bemused - he had always imagined this moment as a running battle conducted in the dark in the back seat of a car, with him needing six hands - three to keep the girl aroused, one to remove clothing... Instead, Mandi was in a tearing hurry to get him as naked as she was, as soon as humanly possible. Rick was still remembering the multiple limbs scenario as he reached for his zipper - 'What did I need those other two for? Oh yeah, the r... ' Rick stopped, looked sheepish, and reached into the pocket of his jeans, fishing out a pack of rubbers. "I brought these..." he announced, reddening.

Mandi looked up from the shoe extraction exercise (she was holding his left one so that he could step out of it). Her brow crinkled for a moment, while she examined the unfamiliar package, then comprehension spread across her features, and with it a smile. "That's sweet, Ricky, but we won't need them - I'm on the Pill."

Rick again reddened, "Uh, what about diseases?"

Mandi looked into his eyes, "Have you ever... ?"

Ego tempted him to dissemble; then he realized that it would be a stupid thing to do. "Uh, no..."

Mandi returned her attention to the shoe, "Then that's not a problem, either."

Ricky stepped out of the shoe, swallowed his pride, and gave voice to the third reason, "Uh, well, it might keep me from getting too..."

Mandi looked up, eyes wide "Oh!"

"I want the first time to be good for you," he amplified, unnecessarily.

"But it's YOUR first time, too! Besides, I want to feel YOU, not some rubber thing!" She thought for a moment, while the extraction of the second shoe took place. "I know! We'll 'take the edge off'! You CAN go more than once, can't you?" she asked, looking at him sidelong.

"Huh? No doubt!"

"Good! I want to see it, and touch it... and taste it..." she said, smiling into his eyes, "and I'm sure that you want to do similar things to me..." Sock retrieval began.

"We aren't talking about 'eating pussy' are we?" Rick asked.

"Well, yes..."

"HOT DAMN! That's something I just KNOW I've GOT to be good at!" Rick exclaimed. He pushed his jeans toward his feet, then started working his feet out of the legs, placing one hand at a time on Mandi's shoulders for balance. The left sock came with the leg as he worked himself clear. Mandi stared mesmerized by the way his jockey shorts were tented out. As soon as the jeans went flying, she grasped the waistband of his shorts, pulled it out to ease the extraction, and pushed them to the floor. Rick's cut 8 inches nearly bopped her on the nose as it bounced up on it's way to slap against his belly and stand there quivering. That he was ready for action was undeniable. Nonetheless, he took her hands and helped her up, then sat beside her on the bed. He then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lay back, taking her with him, rolled up sideway onto his elbow, and leaned down to kiss her.

The kissing went on for several minutes, and while it was passionate, it was also tender. This, while not cooling their ardor, allowed some control over it. After a while, Mandi broke a kiss, and looked up into Rick's eyes. "How would you describe the current state of our relationship?" she asked, searching his face.

Rick, taking her seriously, ruminated for a bit, and responded, "I'd say that we have a 'committed relationship'."

"That's fair," said Mandi, "but it's not the whole truth. I don't think you understood everything I said last night. Hang on, because I just might scare you with this!"

Rick took one of her hands, and idly traced the backs of her fingers with the index finger of his other hand, then looked up, "Go ahead."

Mandi looked up into his eyes. "When I told you 'You own it', I was being literal. I'm yours, to do with as you wish. In everything else, I'm my own woman - unless it conflicts with your wishes. You own me. I'm your woman - bought and paid for."

"This is like a master-slave thing?" Rick asked, "What if I decide to turn you loose? I'm not much on slavery - it doesn't fit my world-view."

"If you just free me, I'll be mildly disappointed. If you leave me, I don't know WHAT I'll do!"

"Okay, what if I accept you conditionally - until, if and when it becomes evident that you are better off free?"

"That's well within the scope of things. You can free me at any time. You can do anything you want. You are not required to date, or even have sex, with me exclusively. You can have me and a girlfriend - or me and a wife!"

"Like THAT's gonna work! Okay, but I define the relationship, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"I own you - what do you get out of it?"

Mandi dimpled, "You'll find that masters have responsibilities. I just wear the chains - you have to hold them!"

"I can sort of see that - but it's fuzzy. I think it's something I'll have to learn - I don't have enough data to predict anything. In the meantime, I intend to continue to define our relationship as 'committed'."

"OK. Can I touch it?"

"Yes, sweetheart, you can touch it."

"Ricky?"

"Hmmm?" he asked distractedly, as he resumed massaging her right breast.

"One good thing about this - you don't have to ask!"

"'That way lies selfishness.' Okay - my first pronouncement as your Master - You MUST tell me when something pleases you; conversely, you MUST tell me when something I am doing DOESN'T please you!"

"You sneak! You just obligated yourself!"

"That's right! What are the chances that I would knowingly hurt you? The flip side is you HAVE to tell me when I'm doing something that makes you climb the walls - and since I'll KNOW it works, I can be merciless with it!" Rick declared with an evil grin.

"But then I can't selflessly serve your pleasure!"

"I want to make love to you, not masturbate with your pussy!" Rick roared.

Mandi's eyes got huge and her voice got small. "Oh!" she squeaked, "I'm sorry!"

"Shut up and kiss me, Wench! (I always wanted to call a girl 'wench')!" Mandi came in full bore, and they tongue-wrestled until both were out of breath. Mandi would NOT let go of Rick's cock; she was fascinated with the feel of it. She had it full out, too - it was as big as Rick had ever seen it (over 8 inches), the head was absolutely purple, and shiny from stretched skin. He decided if he was going to give a good account of himself, he needed to give as good as he got. "Okay, Sweetheart, you want to meet my cock up close and personal, and I want to know all about pussy." He started to scoot up on the bed. "I'll lie flat. You swing that pert fanny around and straddle my chest so I can get an eyeful!" Mandi followed instructions, and found herself face to face with that fascinating cock. What was that dripping from the head?

"Okay! So, these are labia", (he traced them with his finger - and Mandi gasped.) "Mighty wet down here!" And it was - Mandi was so aroused that she could probably have taken a two-by-four, from a pure lubrication standpoint. Rick took a finger, and, starting at the tailbone, dragged it down her ass crack past her spasming anus, across her perineum, and up between the labia, opening them and wetting his finger from the damp tissues inside. He ended the swipe by flicking her clitoris. Mandi gasped again, and her whole crotch spasmed. "This must be your clit," he said, peeling back the protective hood so that it stood out like a children's Number 1 pencil eraser, then blowing on it. "How does that feel? You're not telling me..." he teased.

"G-good!" she gasped.

"But not good enough? Ah, Hell, I can't wait!" Rick leaned up and wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, then started drubbing it with his tongue. Mandi's back arched, and her eyes rolled up. "Oh... oh... oh... oh..." she moaned as his tongue tapped the stiff little nub. Meanwhile, Rick's nose had found her vaginal opening of its own accord, so he poked it in. The smell of aroused woman was incredible, and so was the taste! To inhale was nirvana! Rick let go of her clit and ran his tongue down her inner lips in a broad swipe, picking up her lubricant and savoring the flavor. The labia retracted, displaying the coral pink valley and the darker opening of the vagina between them. Rick sharpened his tongue and drove it into the opening, and Mandi drove herself onto it with a rising whine. This went on for about a dozen strokes, then Ricky applied another flat lap, starting at the clitoris. Mandi arched again. Rick stopped to chuckle - and that was his undoing. Mandi took advantage of the momentary respite to focus on his cock, and she immediately tried to swallow it, whole. It was Rick's turn to arch, galvanized. The hot, buttery feel of Mandi's mouth was indescribable! In his surprise, he drove his penis even deeper down Mandi's throat, momentarily burying it to the hilt.

Surprise kept Mandi from gagging until Rick realized what he had done and withdrew enough to let her breathe, and pride kept her from doing it afterward. 'Wow!' she thought 'Deep Throat! The FIRST TIME!'

Rick realized that he had only seconds left, and he was damned if he was going to leave Mandi wanting. He latched onto her clitoris, holding the stalk gently in his teeth and began to simultaneously suck it and batter it with his tongue. Mandi again stiffened, and began gurgling "Ng... ng... ng... ng... ng!" urgently around Rick's buried cock, which sent delicious vibrations all through it, increasing the rate of Rick's approach to climax. Moment by moment, Mandi's sounds became more urgent, while she bobbed her head furiously on Rick's distended cock. Mandi began to quiver, and her legs stiffened, threatening to break Rick's contact with her clitoris. Rick wrapped both hands around the saddle of Mandi's arched lower back, imprisoning her against his lips and tongue as she began to thrash and muffled screams leaked out around the grip of her lips on his cock. Finally, she stopped - dead - and squealed loudly around his cock as her vagina began rippling with a massive climax. The feel of her spasms, the taste of the sudden rush of her juices, and the humming vibrations on his penis brought Rick past the point of no return. There was no thought of withdrawal - the way Mandi was pinned, it was physically impossible for her to back off it much, and he was afraid to let her move on her own for fear she would injure herself - so the first jet of semen went right down Mandi's throat. Rick, trying to retain enough sanity to solve the problem through the sensory haze of his own powerful orgasm, was saved the concern when Mandi began almost unconsciously sucking and swallowing for all she was worth! Rick just blew and blew and blew! Finally, exhausted, Rick let go of Mandi, allowing her to drop back and down beside him, releasing his penis - but still making little sucking faces like a baby waiting for a formula bottle. Mandi was basically unconscious, drifting on another plane. Her world had been rocked! Rick was a bit more conscious, but no less in the grip of post-coital lassitude.

Mandi came back to herself, lying gasping, savoring the taste of Rick's semen, her first conscious thought being 'Strange flavor - kind of coats the tongue. Nice, though... ' Rick lunged up, flipped end for end, and pulled her to him for a kiss.

Denise walked through the door wearing panties and nothing else, yawning. "Jesus, Mandi! Don't you think you're getting a bit carried away with that - HOLY SHIT! RICKY!" Bug-eyed, she turned and fled.



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Chapter 12: The Main Event


Rick, only momentarily distracted by Denise's entrance, began again mauling Mandi's left breast. After a few moments, he broke their most recent kiss and latched onto the distended nipple, sucking the whole end of the mound into his mouth and whirling his tongue around the nipple. Mandi grabbed his head, holding it in place, and said "Ummmmmm..." Suddenly, her legs could NOT be still as the embers between them relit. Rick could feel the building tension, and smiled to himself around the mouthful. He set his right hand off on a slow, tickling meander whose ultimate target would be Mandi's vulva.

Denise threw a short nightie over her near nakedness, flopped on her bed, and grabbed the phone.

At the Nellis home, Dina's phone began to ring. Dina struggled up groggily and grabbed the thing. "H'lo?"

"Dina! Get over here!" came from the earpiece.

"Denise, its 8:50 in the morning! What in the Hell could be that important!"

"Listen to this!" Denise took the phone across the hall and stuck the receiver into Mandi's room, just as Mandi let out with an impassioned "Oh GOD! Pinch the other one! Please!"

Denise brought the receiver to her ear "What do you think of that?"

"Sounds like Mandi's getting her ashes hauled!" Dina said, thinking 'Ricky's not going to like that... '

"Well, the ash hauler is YOUR BROTHER RICKY!"

Dina sat bolt upright "No shit!" She hopped up and ran across the hall to her brother's room - which was conspicuously empty. Rick was a late sleeper - only something important was going to get him up before 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday... Like, getting laid? Dina ran back to her room, and started to throw on a tube top while juggling the phone. "Well, at least something's going right!" she announced. "I'm coming!"

"Hurry up, or they'll come first!" came the laughing reply. Denise resumed peeping around the door at the oblivious couple.

Dina threw on panties and a short pleated skirt, basically without taking time to discover that it clashed somewhat with the tube top, slid into sandals, and ran out the door, just as Bobby McCormick was pulling up out front. Dina frowned, shrugged, and marched right up to the car and got in, announcing "In the future, Bobby McCormick, the only way I want to see you this early on a Sunday morning is if I roll over in bed and find you there! This morning, however, your timing is excellent! We need to go to the Giannelli's."

Bobby had been left behind at the point she entered the car. It took him a moment to sort through the implications of these declarations, one by one, then he asked "Why?"

"Because Denise just called me. Mandi and Ricky are up in Mandi's room and cherries are popping all over the place!"

"Holy shit!" Bobby stomped the gas. "I gotta SEE this!"

In Mandi's room, the young lovers were blissfully unaware that they were about to become a tourist attraction. Mandi was moaning softly as Rick teased her with caresses that almost - but not quite - reached her mons from above and below. For her part, she was rubbing his back and shoulders and occasionally leaving a little nipping kiss on whatever skin surface she could get to. After a couple of minutes, Rick again shifted focus, offering teasing caresses of her breasts while kissing her deeply. He was content to take his time and bring her to a rolling boil.

Denise, tripped downstairs to brace her mother about events. "Mandi and Ricky are upstairs fucking!" she announced upon entering the kitchen.

"I don't think so," replied Helen calmly, looking up from her newspaper, "It sounded to me like they've not yet gone beyond some really seriously satisfying oral sex. You can generally tell from the muffled nature of the moans. I'm certain that they'll get there, however..."

"MOMMA! Mandi's upstairs HAVING SEX!"

"Denise, unless I miss my guess, you're 'way ahead of her in that department!" Helen said sharply. "And she's two years older than you! At least she brings her young men home! No doubt you're ashamed of yours!"

Denise was totally taken aback. Instead of rushing upstairs to put a stop to the salacious goings-on, her mother had lit into HER! "You knew?"

"How could I miss it? Mandi's pretty noisy. I imagine that you'll be able to tell the difference when they begin having intercourse... Mandi won't have anything in her mouth - and she's likely to be VERY noisy!" Helen laughed. "Besides, they asked me first."

"They ASKED YOU?!"

"Well, it wasn't that simple... Mandi set some rules for their physical relationship that she expected to carry them for a couple of weeks - but Rick managed to exceed expectation. Mandi wanted it; I could get in the way, or let them be happy and comfortable. I chose the latter."

Denise blew out a breath. "Does this mean I can bring MY boyfriends home?"

Helen glared at her, "You always could! I'm quite vexed with you, young lady! I've said nothing, but I'm not blind, and I'm not deaf, either. Your sister hasn't been trying to see how many notches she could put in her lipstick case. How many have you had? More important, how many have you had twice?"

Denise looked stricken. Her reputation had led to her being a watering hole for half the sports team members in the school, but she had absolutely no prospects for a relationship of a serious nature. 'Dipping Denise' was an initiation, or a rite of passage - not a step toward a committed relationship. And Denise liked sex - and variety - too much to be able to put a stop to it. She thought about flaring, but her mother had hit her between the eyes, and her heart wasn't in it. "I know I've got problems, Momma. Maybe we can talk about them sometime?"

Helen's expression softened, "Certainly, Dear. Any time. What do you think of Mandi's choice?"

"Ricky?" Denise frowned, thinking. "I guess he's OK, for a geek..."

"If by that, you mean a young man of above average intelligence... Well, you might want to reevaluate your current stable with that as a criterion. Rick has shown surprising strength of character, too - and that's something you will come to value if you want to find help with your current difficulties!"

"Huh?"

"Dear, any boy who would start a serious relationship with you would have to 'wear the horns' that your promiscuity has generated - and it's quite a rack, I'm told. It's a rare boy that can stand that kind of abuse from his peers. You need to put this in front of other things when you look for a boyfriend. And you may not find it!"

"Uh, Momma, I 'have needs'! Geeks..."

"... Come in all sizes. I have needs, too, and I have 40 years' experience at estimating the size of an erection. Don't believe me? Go take a QUIET look at just what your sister managed to bring home!"

Denise blinked, raised her eyebrows, and crept back upstairs. When she peered around the corner, she found... 

Things were moving into the final stages. Mandi had a full flush of arousal, and was moaning and gasping as Rick FINALLY took pity on her and began sliding a finger between her labia, sliding over her clitoris in the process. Mandi had a death grip on Rick's rampant penis, and was slowly jacking it.

Denise took a good look - and was surprised to see 3 1/2 inches of exposed flesh beyond Mandi's hand. Eyes as big as saucers, she returned to the kitchen. "Jesus! Ricky's HUGE! There must be 8 inches there!" she exclaimed. Then she turned, "I'm going back up! They're gonna do it ANY SECOND - and I want to watch!"

"Denise!" Helen said sharply, "That's not nice!"

"But Momma, I'm soaking wet!" Denise exclaimed.

"Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is for me to sit in this chair?" Helen asked through clenched teeth. Then the doorbell rang.

Rick's finger was at home in Mandi's opening, and Mandi was slowly hunching her pubic mound into his hand as it reached the opening at the lower end of her slit. He began allowing the finger to drive into her vaginal opening at the lower end of the stroke, prompting Mandi to make funny little "Oh!" sounds with a rising whine on the end as she hunched into the stroke. Rick leaned across Mandi's chest and captured her left nipple, sucking, gently biting, and beating it up with his tongue, which caused an impassioned "Uuuunnhhhh!" to erupt from her lips. The sensations that finger was generating were incredible, but Mandi knew that they were nothing to those promised by the iron shaft with the silken head that she was grasping in her right hand. Soon, there was nothing to do but give in to the mounting desire. "I've got to have you in me!" she gasped.

Rick rolled over flat on his back, "I want you to control it, so I don't hurt you any more than I have to, Sweetheart. You ride on top!"

Mandi rolled onto his midsection, and managed to get her quivering legs under her. She went out flat against his chest while she captured his cock in her hand, directing into the soaking opening of her vagina. She rubbed it up and down between her inner lips, covering the tip with lubricant and driving Rick nearly insane with the sensations, then poised it at her entrance. Hunching back, she pushed the ring of muscle at her entrance over the engorged head of Rick's penis. Both of them reveled at the sensations. Then she slowly shifted into an upright position, the change in angle driving Rick's penis into her silken channel.

For Rick, those initial sensations as he drove into that hot, wet, clinging sheath eclipsed absolutely anything he had ever felt before. It was indescribable - and he couldn't POSSIBLY get enough.

Mandi attained the vertical just as Rick's glans touched her hymen. Already, the sensations of her impalement on that hot, silken steel spike had exceeded expectation. She held the position for a moment, allowing herself to become used to the spike of flesh that promised to fill her vaginal canal, nerving herself for that final, irrevocable step. Then she looked into his eyes, smiled, and lowered herself onto his belly. The hymen proved to be less of an issue than expected - it went almost painlessly, only announcing it's demolition with a slight twinge. Then Mandi's weight drove Rick's penis into new territory, its girth spreading the walls of her sheath before it until her pubic bone pressed firmly on his, capturing her clitoris between them. Mandi gave a little gasp, then sat there, slowly grinding herself against Rick's pubic bone, allowing the walls of her vagina to get used to the welcome intruder while extracting flashes of pleasure from the abuse of her clitoris.

Every motion took Rick to a place he'd never been before. He was afraid to move, for fear it would end and he would go insane. Then Mandi started to move upward, exposing his cock until only the glans was captured by the ring of muscle at the entrance to her vaginal canal. Just as he was about to give voice to his disappointment at the removal, she again reversed direction, re-impaling herself and providing them both with another explosion of sensation.

For Mandi, it was hard to decide which part of those first few slow strokes was the best - the insertions or the withdrawals- but soon it became evident that the primary purpose of the withdrawals was to provide the ability to again fill her vaginal canal with hot flesh. Inevitably, she began to pick up speed, until they were moving with a steady rhythm - for Rick, too, had started moving, matching her thrusts, driving himself into her depths from below. He reached up and again began to stimulate her nipples, twisting them gently and rubbing her breasts with his palms. Mandi began breathing harshly through her nose, her eyes glazed as she began to detect an overlayer to the existing exquisite sensation - the distant stirrings of a massive climax, barely there, but intensifying rapidly. "Oh God!" she announced, the litany quickly running up the scale, repeated with each stroke, "ohgodohgodohgodohgodOhGodOhGodOhGodOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD... AIIIIEEEEEEE EEEE!!!!!!" The orgasm went from impending to actual with that banshee wail, as Mandi stopped dead, muscles locked, and began to quiver, while a massive series of fluttering pulsations erupted in her vagina. Rick, however, did NOT stop, and his continued thrusts allowed Mandi to continue to spiral upward into the tornado of sensations. For more than 30 seconds, her climax caused her vagina to grasp Rick more and more tightly, until he could no longer ignore is own impending orgasm. Burying himself to the hilt with a final massive thrust, he strained against her and erupted in cascade after cascade of semen, mixing with her freely flowing secretions and soaking both of them at the crotch. Mandi collapsed onto his chest, senseless, as Rick wrapped his arms around her and lay there, too wasted from the intensity of their lovemaking to move.

In the kitchen, Helen and Denise traded significant glances over the heads of the newly arrived Bobby and Dina. "Now THAT was fucking!" Denise announced.

"Cherries popping all over the place!" Dina grinned.

"Dear, would you pass me the sugar from the cabinet?" Helen asked Denise.

Denise looked at her mother oddly. Habitually, Helen would have hopped up and bustled about the kitchen, offering her guests something to eat or drink; right now, she was sitting rooted to the chair. Denise collected the sugar and took it over to her mother. Moving in close, she asked quietly, "What's wrong, Momma?"

Helen grinned sheepishly as she whispered, "I'm soaked - right through the housecoat! I can't get up and let anyone see!"

Denise grinned, "If I weren't standing up... I'll get them into another room so you can change." She turned, "Let's go up and congratulate the happy couple!"



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Chapter 13: The Second Act


Mandi came to herself with strong arms wrapped around her, lips nuzzling her neck, a pleasant lassitude as her body recovered, and a pleasing sense of fullness in her pussy. Her eyes popped open. Rick was still hard! Concerned, she asked "Love, didn't you cum?"

"Buckets!" Rick replied, "Gallons! We're soaked!"

"But you're still hard!"

"Can't help it - you feel wonderful! In fact..." Rick wrested her over and rolled atop her, still firmly imbedded, "I'm going to get me some more!" He began slowly stroking into Mandi's depths from the classic 'missionary' position. Mandi discovered that she was not THAT tired, and that one of the effects of her previous orgasm was that she got onto the orgasm express at the fourth floor rather than the lobby. In no time, she was gasping and moaning, and rubbing Rick's flanks as he pounded his turgid rod into her. Since he was operating from above, Rick was able to adopt a long smooth stroke unattainable from the bottom. Mandi began to surge up to meet him, wringing extra pleasure from the depth of penetration and burying her fully distended clitoris in his pubic hair. After a couple of minutes of this, both were flushed and panting heavily, staring into each other's wide eyes. Rick levered himself up to a vertical position in order to free his hands from support duties and to allow him to attack her breasts. There were early problems with the modified stroke, but Mandi brought her knees up, and Rick leaned into them. This restored the effects of the clitoral impacts, and provided Rick the support he needed. The added stimulation from the breast fondling kicked in the afterburner on Mandi's climb to orgasm, and she began to get vocal again, making a funny little questioning "Oh?" sound on every inward stroke. After a couple of minutes, she suddenly arched up off the bed, locking up in an apparent effort to get as much of Rick as possible. Almost immediately, however, Rick detected that Mandi was losing the crest of the wave. He adapted, altering his rhythm to deliver a series of punishing, triphammer strokes that reinstated the clitoral stimulation that Mandi had lost when she locked up. Mandi's response firmed, and the yelps got louder. Encouraged, Rick continued the punishment, driving through to her pelvis, while teasing and squeezing her nipples. The result: thirty seconds later, Mandi arched even higher, literally lifting her shoulders off the bed so that the only points of contact were her feet and the back of her head. The yelps died, replaced by a high, raspy keening which was all that could escape her locked throat muscles, and her vagina clamped down on Rick's penis in a continuous series of grasping, sucking contractions. Rick continued to stroke, timing his withdrawal to coincide with the tightest clasping of Mandi's vagina, and managed to hold his own through 30 seconds of long, slow contractions, when suddenly Mandi's pussy began a rapid, milking ripple. Rick lost it, throwing his head back and screaming, "AAAAAAAAAggghhhhh!!!" as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, and began shooting powerful streams of cum, each triggered by one of Mandi's milking contractions. Eventually, Mandi collapsed, and Rick rocked forward, collapsing across her nude body, both of them thoroughly spent. Mandi began to shiver, and Rick, concerned that she might be chilled, rolled off her, collected the bedclothes, and pulled them up to cover the pair of them, just as a smattering of applause and catcalls sounded from the open doorway.



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Chapter 14: Aftermath

Rick rolled over to face the door, staring at the small crowd that had gathered there, "What the... !" Denise, Dina, and Bobby were standing in the door, where they had been since moments after Rick had begun taking Mandi for the second time. They had been on the stairs when the sounds alerted them to the couple's resumption of activity. Dina had clapped a hand over Bobby's mouth to keep him from ruining the scene, and they had crept to the door and peered in, catching most of the second act. Denise had unashamedly stuck her hand into her panties and masturbated, leaning against the door for support. Dina had leaned back against Bobby, allowing him to maul her tits. Now, the three of them moved through the door and split up somewhat, each rounding on the bed.

"Well, well, well... The good news is that no one will be able to call you a liar when you claim THIS one!" Bobby chortled. "Man, that was some SERIOUS fucking!"

Mandi, who had been to all intents and purposes elsewhere, became alert to the additional presence in the room, and lurched up into a semi- reclining position against the headboard. She WASN'T alert enough yet, however, to realize that she had just exposed herself from the waist up to the leering Bobby. She gazed at the three intruders owlishly, somewhat confused from the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. Rick drew her against him, and again raised the sheet, drawing it across her breasts. "Sweetheart," he asked her, "Does your door lock?"

Mandi, now coming rapidly back on-line, replied "It's never been an issue until now, Love!"

Rick looked at the trio, puzzled. "Denise, I can understand - but Dina? Bobby?"

Dina took up the torch, "Denise called me when she woke up to find the pair of you making like rabbits. Bobby and I had planned to get together this morning - a little later (glaring at Bobby) - and talk to you about some things we'll be doing until the Prom. It turned out that the timing was right for us to catch the second act!"

Bobby snickered, "We even got to hear the tail end of the first! Damn! I'm impressed!"

Helen bustled in, wearing a fresh housecoat and carrying a couple of glasses of various fluids and some cookies on a tray, "Back off, you three - give Mandi and Rick some room!" She laid the tray down on the bed beside Rick, and asked, "Which would you like, Rick - water or orange juice?"

" 'Rick'?" Bobby asked. "When did you become 'Rick'?"

Helen fixed him with a glare. "I think we're all agreed that he's demonstrated manhood, and I cannot fault his conduct - despite where he is and the short amount of time it took him to get there, he has always been a gentleman and acted as an adult in my presence. I see no reason to address him with a diminutive that I would use on a 10 year old!" Shifting her attention to Rick, she asked, "Have I offended you?"

Rick blinked. "No, quite the opposite. I've always been 'Ricky' - but my name is Richard, and I find that I kind of like the idea of being called 'Rick'," he responded, sipping his water.

Bobby looked pensive. "Yeah, I get it - kind of a rite of passage thing. Okay - you're Rick to me, too!" he announced. Looking at Mandi, he jibed, "Have you changed YOUR name, too?"

Mandi smiled, and cuddled up to Rick, "I'm Rick's woman," she replied, "but that's a status change, not a name change."

"Yet!" Dina interjected, grinning. Both members of the couple blushed.

Denise piped up with, "So, is this going to be a regular thing?"

Rick fixed her with a glare and opened his mouth, prepared to lower the boom on her, when Mandi responded, "Huh! It better be! I've had a fire lit here that will need regular quenching!" rubbing her crotch through the sheet.

Rick blushed furiously, while everyone else roared. Even Helen joined the general mirth. "Addictive, isn't it, Dear?" she asked.

"And how! I died and went to Heaven - twice!" came the reply.

Dina sobered. "Since we're here... Rick," she said, pausing at the 'new' name, "Bobby and I are going to be producing a sort of modern fairy tale in the next couple of weeks. Part of the game is that Bobby will let it be known that I'm his sex toy - and I DON'T want you overreacting and doing anything physical to Bobby. This is OUR thing, and until you hear it from ME, anything Bobby does or says is okay! You can be unhappy - that would actually help make the whole thing believable - but don't DO anything! Okay?"

Rick frowned, and looked doubtfully at Bobby, "Okay, Sis - if you're sure... Want to tell me anything more about it?"

"No - just that it's something I want done, no matter how it looks!" his sister replied. "Don't worry - if Bobby goes too far, I'll let you handle it!"

Rick looked again at Bobby, noting that he looked seriously concerned - but not at Rick. Instead, he looked like someone concerned about something of enormous importance - remarkable in Bobby.

Dina smiled, and said "Well, I see that my work here is done! C'mon Bobby, take me home!" turned, and strode out.

Bobby said, "I'll be right along!" and gave Denise the fish eye. Denise took the hint, smirked, and departed. Bobby stood there a moment, blushed, and looked at the ground. "Rick," he said, "Dina has told me that if I handle this right, it could lead to something more permanent. I've always thought a helluva lot of Dina, and I'm gonna be trying hard to make this thing happen the way she wants. I want you to know that this is serious business for me!"

Rick blinked, surprised. This was as if someone else had unzipped a Bobby suit and stepped out. He got control of his voice, and replied, "Okay, I'll bear that in mind." Bobby nodded, turned, and walked out.

Mandi looked at Rick, "You're sister's something! Who'd have thought she could twist Bobby McCormick up like a pretzel?" She laid her head on his chest. "Rick? About the Prom?"

"Whups! Woman, get a dress! Something backless, so I can get to these (the outline of her breasts under the sheet was suddenly lumpy as the outline of his fingers overlaid them) whenever I want! It should be nice, though - I want you to be radiant!"

Helen beamed at the couple fondly, "I'll see to it! Now, I'll leave you alone so you can cuddle a while!" she announced, and paraded regally out.



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Chapter 15: Sex Ed at the Nellis Residence


Bobby dropped Dina off at home and drove away, looking pensive. Dina wanted him to start applying the heat first thing Monday morning - and he was still feeling around, trying to define boundaries for the performance. Dina was deliberately denying him definite answers, saying it was better if he did it on his own - it would sound more natural. In reality, she was applying the heat to Bobby - she wanted him to sweat over this thing. Thus, it was nearly 10:00 a.m. when Dina put in an appearance for breakfast - and from outside, not upstairs. "You're out and about rather early," Dina's mother, Marilyn, noted suspiciously. "Where have you been?"

This was when it belatedly occurred to Dina that her activities that morning might be suspicious. "Giannellis," she replied. "Denise called me this morning, wanting to see me about something she considered momentous - so I rushed over."

Dina's father, Robert Nellis, frowned over his Sunday paper at Dina. Denise's poor reputation was common knowledge even with the older generation. "I trust she's not pregnant or something," he rumbled.

"No, no - just girl talk, who's going with who..."

"That's 'whom', young lady!" her mother interjected.

"... uh, yeah. That's where Rick is, by the way. Seems that he and Denise's sister Mandi are getting serious!"

This revelation caused the two elder Nellis' to share a startled glance. Thus far, they had had no indication that 'Richard' had developed the requisite social skills to conduct casual dating, never mind a serious relationship. That things had suddenly progressed to the point that he would be visiting a young lady on a Sunday morning came as a distinct surprise.

Dina smiled, knowing that she had successfully redirected the heat of her parent's regard. Her only worry was that things would get too hot for Rick.

Marilyn ladled out Dina's waffle, then casually sidled out of the room to determine whether Rick had actually returned home last night. The minor disarray in his room (Rick never actually 'made' the bed, just casually pulled the blankets up toward the headboard - Marilyn, a neat freak, always made it later) reassured her that he had indeed occupied it overnight. Dina did NOT miss the visual high sign she gave Robert, however, and the stepped up nonverbal communication occurring between her parents caused her to be concerned over the ambush Rick was likely to walk into. Studiedly casual, Marilyn asked, "You don't know what Ricky went to see Mandi about, do you?"

"Some nature thing," Dina temporized, thinking 'Birds do it, bees do it... ', "I'm sure he'll be home by noon..." This bit of fiction brought the parental eyebrows down somewhat, and Dina began to relax - but Marilyn wasn't done yet, "Dina, what do you think of Mandi - I don't remember you ever mentioning Denise having an older sister... ?"

Deploying her finest cloak of false innocence, Dina gushed, "Oh, that's because she's so different from Denise. Mandi is painfully shy. She kind of fades into the background. But she's very intelligent. I think they make a great couple!" She accompanied this last with an owlish look at her mother.

"That's nice, Dear..." Her mother replied, abstractedly, as she assembled these new pieces of the puzzle. But her brow had unfurrowed somewhat, and Dina figured that the worst was over.

"It's all in the delivery," Dina murmured to herself, smiling, as she ascended the stairs to her room. A quick call to Denise warned Rick that the natives were restless.

On his return home, Rick was studiedly casual, but he was unable to mask a glow that could be described as post-coital or as a side effect of deep romance. Marilyn sniffed it, and while she no doubt considered that it was the latter, she went into conference with Robert, who eventually called a family meeting, with the intention of delivering an already overdue lecture on the birds and the bees to their children.

"Richard," Marilyn kicked off, "I understand that you have recently entered a relationship with a young woman, and your father and I thought that we should discuss the possible implications."

Dina, knowing that Rick's innate honesty would land him rapidly in serious trouble if he went unaided, attacked: "Mum, we've both had Sex Ed. Rick knows what he's doing". (This unfortunate statement almost proved their undoing, as Rick blushed) "Besides, (picking up Rick with her eye) are you sure you're still qualified? Rick, how long had it been since YOU'VE awakened to the sound of squeaky springs from the Master Suite?" This neutralized the blush nicely, while causing both her parents to retreat in confusion.

Rick, realizing that contributing to the rout was the only way he would survive the conversation, replied "Quite a while." He looked thoughtful, then surprised, "Several years, in fact." Robert Nellis suddenly developed a poker face. Marilyn began opening and closing her mouth like a fish.

Dina rounded on her father, "So, Pop - I'm smelling a more serious issue here than young love... Just how long has it been?"

Marilyn tried to short-circuit the exchange, "We're just fine - we've had sex quite recently, if it's any of your business..." At this point, the attempt crashed upon the rocks of a muffled snort of indignation and a mumble from her husband, who blinked in shock when he realized that he had actually made a sound and let the cat out of the bag.

Dina's brow went up. She looked sidelong at her blustering mother, then dead into her father's eyes, "What was that, Pop?"

Rick, who was beginning to enjoy this turn of events, announced, "He said 'Eight months', Sis!"

Both of the elder Nellis' blushed. Marilyn dug the hole deeper, coming out with "Dina, your father and I have gone beyond sex..." Robert's eyebrows nearly left his face, they climbed so high in surprise.

Dina regarded her mother with disgust, "One of you apparently has, and is dragging the other along on a very uncomfortable ride. Mum, it appears that before you can lecture us on sex, you need to learn a few things! One: Men do NOT willingly stop having sex! They're not built that way! Pop, how long has this been going on?"

Robert started to look stubborn, then got shamefaced, and mumbled "Several years."

Dina asked gently, "What did you do about it?"

Her father's voice was totally colorless in his embarrassment, "I tried to introduce new things..."

"Perversions!" erupted Marilyn.

"New positions, toys... She only knows one..."

"Good girls don't DO such things!" said Marilyn, indignantly.

Dina rounded on her mother, "Good girls do ANYTHING that makes them and their spouse happy, and doesn't hurt anyone! Who told you that crap?"

"Your Grandmother!" Marilyn returned hotly.

"Gram? Gram's smarter that that - I KNOW she is - we've discussed it!"

"Not possible," Marilyn announced icily, "She barely could bring herself to discuss it with ME!"

"Then she's learned a few things!" returned Dina, who then walked to the phone and hit the speed dial for the person in question. She looked significantly at the males, "Could you excuse us for a few moments - girl talk!" The men got out of there.

"Hello?" came a familiar voice from the speakerphone.

"Hi, Gram, it's Dina."

"Hi, Sweetie."

"We're on speaker. I've got Mum here, and I've discovered that she's not giving Pop any!"

"I guess I don't have to ask what! Marilyn, what in the Hell do you think you're doing?"

"Mom, it's the same old dull thing, every time! I can't work up any interest!" Marilyn complained.

"If it's the same old thing, Linnie, it's because you're not doing anything else!" came the reply.

"Gram, she told me that you told her there was only one proper way!" Dina announced.

"Oh," came from the phone "OH! Linnie, I'm SO sorry - I thought that you'd learned better on your own! Dina, I filled her head with that drivel when she was young because I didn't know any better! Your grandfather put up with that nonsense for 20 years - and I almost lost him to someone who had more sense! He finally put his foot down, and MADE me try a few things, then read a few books. Thank God we got it right and I managed to give him a few years of the good stuff! Linnie, you've got to look around and enter the real world! Do you masturbate, sweetheart?"

"Momma! Of course not!"

"There's no 'Of course' to it, daughter, one way or the other! I'm here to tell you, your foolishness will give Robert a roving eye, even if he IS a saint, and doesn't step out on you!" (Marilyn blushed.) "Daughter, tell me your marriage isn't endangered by this foolishness!"

"I don't know!" Marilyn wailed.

"Linnie, has your husband ever practiced cunnilingus on you?"

"Momma, Dina's right here!"

"Dina and I have discussed this," came the unperturbed reply, "and she is obviously better prepared sexually than YOU are! Answer the question!"

"He asked me a couple of times - ewwww!"

"I don't suppose you've fellated him?"

"Put that THING in my mouth? Not hardly!"

"Dina, this foolishness dates all the way back to Queen Victoria - who was such an otherwise admirable ruler that some fools thought she might be onto something with this stupidity. Ignorance and superstition are almost impossible to root out. I'm SO sorry you have to witness this failure of mine to be a proper parent to your poor mother. Pick up the receiver, child - I'm going to have to use your hands to fix this!"

Dina retrieved the receiver, shutting off the speaker, "I'm here, Gram."

"Sweetie, you're mother is going to be stubborn about this, so we're going to have to resort to dirty tricks. I can tell from her responses that she's interested in any number of these things, but she's bought into the idea that they're wrong - so she won't willingly participate in them. On the other hand, if she has no choice, she'll cooperate - as long as she can lay blame on someone else while she enjoys herself. What's more, she'll allow herself to be hoodwinked - it's all part of the deal."

"That's convoluted, Gram!"

"You didn't raise her, dear. Many times, I had to force Linnie to do something, only to find out she enjoyed it. It seems that she fears enjoying things too much..."

"Gram, how can you tell... ?"

"... what she wants? Think about it Sweetie! When is the last time you saw your mother act absolutely childish?"

"Oh!"

"Exactly. Oh, and it wouldn't hurt if she were humiliated a bit, in the process..."

"I know about THAT one, Gram"

"I'd wondered if we'd skipped a generation... Still, its how your grandfather broke ME, bless his heart. Your father is a wonderful man who wouldn't hurt a fly - but it would be better for them both if he took a firm hand in the bedroom. Can you get the ball rolling?"

Dina produced an evil grin, "I think so, Gram."

"Good luck, Sweetie! Bye!"

"Bye. Gram!" Dina cradled the phone, and turned to her mother, "C'mon, Mum, Gram suggested a couple of things to help you relax!"



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Chapter 16: True Confessions


Marilyn eyed Dina warily, "Well, so long as it's just us..."

"It'll be just YOU - I'm just going to help with the preparation!" Dina turned, and began ascending the stairs. Marilyn followed her daughter into the master bedroom. "Okay Mum, not to abuse a cliché, but 'why don't you slip into something more comfortable?'" Marilyn selected a floor-length flannel item. "Jesus, Mum! Not that! How am I going to get you to relax if you're already UNDER the mattress? You need something short and soft, that allows a certain amount of access. How about one of Pop's T shirts?"

"Oh, all right!" Marilyn conceded with apparent ill-grace, while recovering the item from a drawer. "But I keep my panties! That should keep things under control!" The panties in question, a full-up cotton pair, pink, in somewhat ratty condition, suited Dina just fine. They'd be no loss... 

"Okay, stretch out on the bed. Got your sleep mask? Why don't you put it on? Gram says it will help you to focus on the sensations." Dina was making this up out of whole cloth, but things were going well. While her mother settled back, wearing the mask, Dina rummaged through the closet, selecting a couple of her old scarves and a half-dozen of her father's neckties. The headboard was somewhat monolithic, which might present a problem... Ah, there was a gap between the frame and the box spring at the corner... "Okay, Mum, What we're going to do is rub your arms and legs with soft stuff - kind of an exotic sensory deprivation thing. Eventually, maybe we'll get to your belly - but I'M not going to get into anything sexual with you!" Dina got to work with the ties, forming the one at Marilyn's right hand into a soft, loose loop. Then she began dragging one of the silk scarves along the arm, working up from the wrist to the shoulder and returning. After a couple of passes, she lifted the arm, bending it at the elbow, and worked the upper side of the forearm. Finishing this, she casually looped the necktie over the wrist as she dropped it back onto the bed, not yet pulling it tight. Gratified that the process was working (Marilyn was making comments like "My, that DOES feel nice - are you sure that's all there is to it?") she repeated it on the left arm.

The legs presented a problem; Dina wasn't sure that tying out the ankles at the corners of the bed would provide adequate access for later activities. She almost outsmarted herself before deciding that if more access was required, it could be obtained in process, and began a similar procedure on the legs.

Robert and Rick were downstairs in the den, being candid with each other. "How are things, really?" Rick asked.

"Pretty bad. I've actually backslid a couple of times under the pressure of temptation - not that I wanted to, but..." Robert sighed.

"I know: 'A hard dick has no conscience.'"

"Too true. I had to get rid of an assistant. She was too much of a distraction, and when she let me know she was willing... Too bad, too - the current incumbent doesn't have near the business sense."

"What's the problem?" Rick asked.

"Things just got slower and slower. Your mother has this idea that there is only one position - and total lack of variety has made it dull for both of us. But I still need the occasional shot - something she can't understand, now that it's so boring I can't bring her to orgasm. I thought it was me, until I found out better, elsewhere. Problem is, I despise myself for those escapades, and I blame your mother for it!" Robert frowned.

"A tough situation. They really think differently, don't they?"

"Yes, Son, they do. With them, it's always sex and something else - whether the 'something else' is money, or power, or even love. If they decide to dispense with something, it'll be sex."

"You know, maybe Mum needs to have less of her own way..." Rick suggested, gently.

"I've always valued your mother's intelligence and treated her as an equal." Robert declared.

"I know, Pop, but I've learned that sometimes women seem to want things to be a little different in private..."

Robert grinned, "Based upon your massive experience? How much does that total, at this point? That question is where we started, isn't it?"

"I, uh, well, I know how it works, first hand..." Rick stammered out.

"Hmmm. For how long? How dumb have we been?"

Rick blushed, "Actually, you're doing pretty well, Pop. I was a virgin when I left the house this morning."

"I have to ask you the required parental questions at this point, Son. Did you use protection? Where were you? Will there be an irate phone call from her momma?"

"I took rubbers - but she's on the Pill. We went through this - she was a virgin, too, so disease protection wasn't an issue. We were in Mandi's room. Her momma knows; Helen... approves of me." Rick blushed.

"Huh? I don't think I understand. How long have you two been dating?"

Rick reddened, even darker than previous portions of the conversation had produced, "Four pretty heavy days... I didn't even touch her - except for dancing - until last night. Mandi's really bright - she seems to be able to handle my little idiosyncrasies..."

Robert regarded his son critically, but without being judgmental. "This isn't a casual thing, is it, Son?"

Rick looked his father in the eye, "No, Pop - I don't think I could do much better at this point in my life."

"You haven't exactly been a ball of fire over dating, Son." Robert chided gently.

"... And I won't, either. That's a known issue. I've been to enough dances to know I'll never win a popularity contest. I've also seen what's out there. I'm not exactly 'Joe Cool', Pop - at best, I'm an acquired taste. Most girls just aren't equipped to appreciate my weird outlook - but Mandi is! The other night, when I danced with Mandi the first time - well, it was a novel experience. I went off and danced with a couple of other girls, and phfft! - I passed one of them off right there on the dance floor during a slow dance! A cheerleader!"

"Now, I hurt Mandi bad - she's shy - but when I came back and explained, she listened and acted rational about the whole thing! Even asked questions! Evaluated my responses!"

"You sure this is a girl?" Robert asked.

Rick blushed, but grinned from ear to ear, "There is absolutely no doubt! Anyway, we danced again, and if anything, it was better than the first! Friday night, I asked her to a movie - and we didn't get there (Robert braced himself to hear about the necking). We sat in a restaurant all evening, talking philosophy. I don't think I touched her all night, and we were BOTH thrilled!"

"I'll be damned! I just KNEW you were going to relate some hot action thing! Instead you tell me that you managed to engage her intellectually for several hours! This girl sure sounds amazing!"

"You can understand why by last night I was in no mood to continue holding her at arms length! Anyway, we went out with another couple, then back to her house. I think I probably got to second base..."

"Son, that doesn't explain how you slid into home at 9:00 on a Sunday morning!"

"Well, Pop, that's kind of one of the things that makes Mandi special. She knows I like to play by the rules - so last night, she proposed some."

"And?"

"I discovered a loophole."

"Whoa! Hold it! And she paid off?" Robert was totally incredulous.

"In blood! Literally! Without a quiver!"

"And her momma?"

"Stood there, validated the rules, declared I hadn't cheated, and sent us upstairs!"

"Holy shit! I don't believe it! Women don't act like that!" Robert was floored!

"I got witnesses! I'm telling you, Mandi's SPECIAL!"

"Her momma's no slouch, either! What's this about witnesses?" Robert asked.

"Mandi's sister caught us and spilled the beans to Dina, and she dragged Bobby McCormick over there. I came up for air after the second pass, and they were standing there passing out scores!"

"If Bobby McCormick says it happened, I'll not argue... Okay, Rick, out with it. Mandi's TOO perfect - what's wrong with her?"

Rick looked away, then back at his father from the corner of his eye. "Well, Pop - she's big..."

"I should've guessed..." Robert started in.

"NO, Pop - I didn't say she was FAT, I said she was BIG! Remember Julie Newmar? Mandi's like that - she's over 5'10". It's like somebody took this beautiful chick and multiplied her by 1.2! She's real self- conscious - I guess she was a porker as a kid, and her momma's pretty good sized - but her sister's Denise!"

"Huh? Dina's friend Denise? Hot Pants Giannelli?"

"The same!"

"This gets weirder and weirder! Okay - normally, I'd rake you over the coals for your foolishness, but it seems like maybe things have just fallen REALLY QUICKLY into place! So, how far gone ARE you... (A look at his son's face)... Pretty far, I see. She's got you all tied down..." Robert shook his head.

"If she does, it's MY fault! This is where we came in - me telling that sometimes girls want something a little less than equal. Mandi's proposed minimum relationship is just north of chattel slavery! According to Mandi, I OWN her! I can do anything I want, from totally ignoring her for the rest of my life, to keeping her on the side while married to someone else! Her words!"

"Damn! She's either totally sincere, or that's the slickest con I ever saw!"

"Rick fixed his father with a level stare, "At this point, I don't care which!"

"Hmph. I want to meet her. And I want to meet her mother!"



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Chapter 17: And now for something COMPLETELY different...


Dina appeared in the door. "So, the secret's out!"

Robert turned a jaundiced eye on his daughter, "How long before YOU'RE active?"

Dina looked him dead in the eye, "Two weeks, max. I've got him all picked out. Trust me, I know what I'm doing!"

Rick piped up, "Almost certainly, she does! Sis is a master manipulator!"

Robert's shoulders slumped, "You don't have to tell me!"

Dina grinned, "You ain't seen nothin' yet! I had a long talk with Gram, and she says Mum needs to be educated against her will. I'm almost done with her - I'm giving her to you blindfolded and hogtied. All you have to do is not go all soft on her when she squeals!"

Robert was nonplussed, "You mean force her?"

"Exactly!" Dina replied. "Gram says when she acts really childish, she wants to be treated like a child! Force her! Gram says once she can blame the whole thing on you, she'll be free to enjoy it! I'm going back upstairs to spring the trap. You do what you want - I recommend that you eat her pussy until she comes a couple of times, then shove your cock down her throat!"

"Dina! Jesus!" her father exclaimed.

"Gram and I are agreed - Mum deserves it, and it'll do wonders for your sex life! Trust us!"

"Okay..." Robert said, doubtfully.

"Pop. I'm going to hand her to you gift wrapped like a Christmas turkey. If you let her off, you'll be divorced in six months - she'll have no respect for you!"

Robert's expression firmed, "Done! What's the worst that can happen?"

"It's her word against ours..." Rick grinned.

"I'm off!" Dina announced, turning, "See you upstairs!"

Returning to the master bedroom, Dina asked, "So, Mum - how do you feel?"

"Okay," Marilyn replied, "Not any great shakes..."

"Well," Dina announced, "we'll have to improve on that..." She circled the bed, gently snugging up the ties under cover of another set of caresses. Then she took the scarf, and announced, "Now we'll work on your belly, after which we'll get you some cream..." She began drawing the scarf across Marilyn's belly, tickling it gently. Then she worked it across her upper thighs, finally rotating it and drawing it upward over her panty- covered pudenda. Marilyn, somewhat sensitized, gasped. "And that's as far as I go..." Dina murmured. Marilyn gave an audible sigh of disappointment, and Dina continued, "... because it's time for the second team to go on. Here you go, Pop!"

Marilyn sat bolt upright - or tried to! The discovery that she was bound in mid-lurch dumped her unceremoniously back flat on the bed. "What?"

"I think she needs to see, Pop." said Dina, pulling off the sleeping mask.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Marilyn exclaimed, tugging at her bonds.

"Gram told me that if you wouldn't cooperate, you needed to be forced!" Dina simpered, "I decided to facilitate the process!"

Marilyn tugged at her bonds, which were soft, but held, watching her husband approach the bed. "Untie me, Robert!" she demanded.

Robert smiled, drawing a finger along her flank, "I think not..."

Dina looking on from the doorway, said, "I'm thinking that outfit is expendable."

Robert regarded the T shirt and panties, "Hmmm. Me, too. Bring me something to cut it off with, will you?"

Rick, who was hanging back, asked, "OK, what do you want? A knife? Scissors?"

Robert studied Marilyn, who was struggling angrily against her bonds, "A knife, I think. I want to encourage her to hold still..."

Marilyn looked up at her husband, aghast. Robert had NEVER acted like this! As she studied his calm, detached demeanor, fear began to trickle in. This thing was NOT going to go her way!

Moments later, Rick returned with a knife, handing it silently to his father. Dina said, "We'll be going now - unless you want us to watch!" an evil grin appearing on her face.

"God, NO! PLEASE! Don't make them stay! You can't!" wailed Marilyn.

"Hmmm - she wants it. Maybe another time," Robert said, winking at Dina. The two teens turned and walked out, headed downstairs. Robert fingered the knife blade while examining Marilyn like she was a lab rat, "I suggest that you hold very still." He then stepped forward, and using the knife, sawed through the reinforced neck of the T shirt. Marilyn cowered. She couldn't get in enough air to scream. Robert set the knife aside on the night table, and caressed Marilyn's brow, "Calm yourself, Dear. We've been married for 20 years - do you think I'd intentionally hurt you?" Then, as she began to settle down, he created another spike of fear by reaching out and roughly ripping the shirt from neck to tail, opening it to display her breasts. He began to caress them, working all around the mounds, nipping and gently pinching the nipples. Marilyn found herself becoming aroused despite her state. This new Robert had her full attention. He continued to caress her flanks and breasts, kissing her neck, ears, and shoulders, until she began to cooperate, lurching up and trying to kiss him back. He moved his hands down her torso and across her inner thighs, just bypassing her mons, then drew his hands back up toward her crotch. Suddenly, he reached in with one hand, grasping the crotch of the somewhat decrepit panties, and with one savage jerk, ripped them away in shreds. Marilyn's eyes got as big as saucers, and she let out a little squeal. Robert just smiled, and continued caressing her thighs off and on as he removed his clothing.

When he had finished undressing, he began kissing and licking Marilyn's thighs, starting just above the knee and working toward her exposed pussy. Marilyn, guessing what was coming, found her voice, "Robert, come now, you don't need to do that! Why don't we just have regular sex? I'm in about the right position... You don't want to kiss me there, do you? Ewww! Come on now, we can do other things..." (Robert had reached mid thigh) "Rob, now really - can't we just move on to some other ideas? This tying thing has made me kind of hot - can't we just go with it? Rob - don't! That's icky! You don't have to do that!" (Robert was now close in - he pursed his lips and blew across the top of her mound, over the clitoris) "Robbie! That feels weird! Come on now - you've made your point!" (Robert ran his flattened tongue from the base of her slit up and across the head of her clit from underneath.) "Robbie! Don't! That's - Ohhhh!" (He began nibbling at her labia with his lips.) "Robbie!... Don't!... That... feels... ummm..." (Another licking pass up her slit) "Ohhhh!" (He drilled his tongue into the vaginal opening) "God! That's nasty!" (Several driving jabs from his tongue.) "Oh!... Robbie!... God!... Unhhh!... Noooo." (A concentrated, licking, sucking attack on Marilyn's clitoris.) "OoooOOOOOooooo... Bobbie, don't!... Bobbie, wait!... Bobbie I can't! - Bah BEEEEE!!!!!!"

Marilyn went rigid, reflexively grabbing hunks of bedding as her orgasm crashed over her. Robert kept lapping away at her clit, prompting "Ohh!... Ohh!... Ohh!... Ohh!..." Marilyn's legs thrashed, as she tried to close them to capture the exquisite sensations, while lubricant began to drool out of her clasping pussy. Robert, discovering the fresh dampness on his chin, again began licking in long swipes that ended by flicking her clit, collecting the tangy juices on his tongue. Marilyn began to hum out her pleasure, "Umm... ummm... ummm... ummm... ummm..." in time to the licks. After a minute, Marilyn began to come down, and Robert sat back, a self- satisfied grin on his face.

After relaxing a moment, Marilyn eyed Robert, admitting, "Well, okay, that wasn't too bad - but look at your face! You're all gooey!" Robert grinned, and slid up across her to a position where he could kiss her. Marilyn resisted for a moment, tasting herself on his lips - but she had nowhere to go, and he was implacable, so she acquiesced.

After a couple of minutes of deep kissing, Robert backed off enough to fix her with a gimlet eye, and announced, "Okay, so, it's your mess - clean it up!"

"Ewwww!" Marilyn exclaimed, but Robert wasn't having any.

"Lick it off, or I'll rub it on you!"

Marilyn gave in immediately (almost too quickly), and even injected some enthusiasm into the effort, aided by Robert's hands again working on her sensitive breasts. "Okay, now what?" she gasped as he moved back down and captured her left nipple between gentle teeth.

Robert worked it for a moment, and announced "I'll think of something..." He then reached down and began rubbing her labia in a circular motion, causing them to retract from her opening and coating his fingers with her lubricant. As Marilyn gasped and slowly began to undulate, he began thrusting first one, then two fingers into her vagina, laying his thumb atop her clitoris and dragging it across it. Marilyn began to moan and matched her movements to those of his penetrating fingers. With her right nipple under attack by his fingers, her left by lips and teeth, and her clitoris and vagina engaged simultaneously, it wasn't long before she began to thrash and quiver. Robert was finding it difficult to concentrate properly on multiple sites, but he discovered that his mouth knew what to do to her nipple without much attention, allowing him to concentrate more on the hand attacking her pubic mound. As he detected Marilyn beginning the final ascent, he pulled back off her nipple and asked "So, do you want me to stop?" injecting a half-second pause in his attack on her pussy.

"N-no!!!" Marilyn lurched at his hand, trying to keep up the momentum.

Robert resumed, again attaching himself to her nipple. When Marilyn had leveled out and begun to climb again, he again disengaged from her nipple. "What would you do to encourage me not to stop?" He began a pattern of short halts injected into his attack pattern on her mons.

"Nooo! Don't st... A-any... Ahhhh!!" Marilyn gibbered.

"Anything? Absolutely anything?"

Marilyn couldn't speak - she was too busy gasping, so she locked eyes with him and nodded frantically.

"Well, Okay," Robert responded with false reluctance. He resumed all three attacks for a moment, then disengaged from the nipple, slid down and locked his lips on her clitoris, sucking it and beating it with his tongue.

Marilyn's wailed "Noooo... !" at his disengagement from her nipple turned into an "OoooooOOOOOOAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!" as his lips and tongue on her clitoris set her off. She spasmed wildly, her eyes rolling back.

Robert throttled back to a gentle level of attention until she started coming down, then set up a pattern of stimulation based upon his driving fingers that allowed him to create smaller, less cataclysmic orgasms by bringing her slowly up the slope with his hands and his lips on various locations on her body, then push her over by means of a quick clitoral attack. He managed to succeed with this four times in 20 minutes, after which he let Marilyn wind down, having sensed the point of diminishing returns.

Marilyn couldn't remember EVER having been so sexually stimulated. As she came down, she remembered her promise, and began to wonder what further surprises Robert had in store.

Robert didn't make her wait long, "Okay," he said, sliding up to sit just below her breasts, "My turn!"

"Oh, NO!" Marilyn moaned, presented with his engorged penis.

"You promised!" Robert reminded her, rubbing his cock on her cheek.

"It was under duress!" Marilyn exclaimed.

"Matters not. Besides, you're STILL under duress! Want me to prove it?" Robert dared her.

"N-no..." Marilyn replied, and opened her mouth to accept his glans. In fact, her exposure to this new (and - admit it - exciting) side to Robert had left her thoroughly cowed. She was helpless before him, and knew that she would - wanted to - be again!

Robert packed some pillows behind Marilyn's head to facilitate the position as he slid his engorged cock into her buttery mouth. It was heavenly, and Marilyn was cooperating fully, gently sucking and being careful about teeth. Once she had submitted, she set herself to do a good job - after all, he had just given her the ride of her life!

They quickly discovered limitations to the position, however. Marilyn couldn't really get the purchase necessary to bob her head enough to really bury Robert's cock, and he was disinclined to drive it into her throat - it just seemed too cruel. After a few moments, Marilyn looked up, "How about we move around a bit? You can tie my hands behind me, and we'll swap my feet around. Then you can sit against the headboard, and I can work from above you..." At Robert's narrow regard, she declared "No, you've got me! I'm weak as a kitten - I won't try anything stupid!"

Robert took no chances, first loosening her left hand, and tying it to her still- secured right, then releasing her legs, always maintaining control over one in order to be able to unbalance her should she start something. But Marilyn submitted meekly, no longer truly interested in escape. His efforts left her prone on the bed, hands tied behind her. He allowed a little more slack on the legs, which let her raise herself onto her knees. He eyed the inviting way her ass was displayed in this position, caressed it, and marked it as a target for another day, then assumed his position against the headboard. Because Marilyn's hands were tied behind her, he had to raise her into a vertical position so she sat back on her knees to get into position, then help her drop onto her chest, capturing his penis in her mouth. In this position, it was almost physically impossible for her to disengage from his erection; in fact, she was getting too much. Robert had no problem with her being unable to escape, but the inability to at least back off to the glans seemed inhumane. Raising Marilyn up, he draped a couple of pillows across his upper thighs allowing some clearance when Marilyn again rested her chest upon his thighs and accepted his erection. Curiously, Marilyn did not complain at the initial configuration, despite the fact that it had to be hard to breathe; Robert was more than mildly surprised at this. Marilyn went to work, coating Robert's penis with her saliva, bobbing her head and driving his penis to the back of her throat, then backing off until only the glans was captured. Robert began rubbing her back and sides; his state of excitation after over a half hour of teasing Marilyn was not going to let him hang on for long. Marilyn began to hum - which put Robert in the fast lane for climax. Robert addressed Marilyn, groaning in his extremity, "You know, you're going to have to swallow..."

Marilyn's head popped up, eyes as big as saucers - but the fact was that she had nowhere to go - and she knew it. After an initial aggravated grunt, she rose to the top of her stroke and stopped, looking pensive. Robert could almost see her evaluating her options (which were zip - even if Robert didn't bury is cock deep as he ejaculated and she was able to struggle up off of it, she would get a sperm facial), then remembering that HE had probably swallowed a pint of HER come. With that, she shrugged, and returned to her ministrations, maintaining an apparently contented hum. The pause actually allowed Robert to cool down enough to extend the effort for an additional two minutes or so - but for a beginner, Marilyn was extremely talented, and Robert was unable to hold out too long. Marilyn smiled as she felt the hands petting her begin to shake, while Robert began to breathe heavily through his nose. She felt him stiffen, then override the instinctive deep thrust as his cock began to pulse. Pleased at his consideration, and unwilling to deny him the additional sensation, she slowly flowed down over the shaft of his now erupting penis, taking it as deeply as she could without actually opening her throat. Robert squirted gout after gout of sperm, first almost down her throat, then, as she backed off, into her mouth. Marilyn was required to swallow once before she had even tasted it; still, it wasn't THAT bad - it could even grow on you. Still, Marilyn held some in her mouth, hoping to get back at him for making her kiss his lips fresh from her sex, then lick him clean.

Robert looked into her eyes, and grinned. "I know what you're up to," he announced, "and I'm not going to make a fuss about it!" Then he leaned forward to kiss her. Having been robbed of her surprise, and with the hoped-for indignation denied her, Marilyn decided not to waste what she had - and swallowed it before accepting his lips. Robert coaxed her up onto his chest, sliding down under her so that she lay atop him, eyes level. "There - that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"It was total perversion - I was molested against my will!" Marilyn exclaimed - but she was grinning. "Gonna do it again?"

"Regularly!" was the response.



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Chapter 18: The Best Laid Plans...


Rick and Dina sat in the den, drinking soda and listening to the interesting noises floating down the hall. Dina shook her head, "I never in my life expected this!"

Rick regarded her, "How did this REALLY happen?"

"Mum got nosy when I came home," she replied. "I went into cover mode, but she wasn't having any, and kept probing. I whipped you out - just that you were there, seeing Mandi - to provide a distraction, but then they REALLY cranked up the heat. I didn't admit anything, and played the whole thing off as a science project - I told them that you and Mandi were doing some 'nature thing' - but the fact that you were out with a girl at all was enough to keep the dogs baying. When they started in on you, I figured you deserved help, and went on the attack. By the way - nice backup!"

Rick smiled. "I recognized the effort for what it was. I couldn't believe the crater that opened up when you let go with that salvo, though!"

Dina shook her head, "Me either. I knew, somewhere, that there was a serious problem out there - but I didn't know it was so close to the surface! After we got going, I just played it by ear. Gram put the pieces together, and I started adjusting things to suit. What did Pop say?"

"I feel obligated not to betray his confidence - but it's been a near thing. This stupidity of Mum's - and the fact that Pop wasn't the type to put his foot down - we almost came from a broken home!"

"Well, this might fix it, from the sound of things - IF Mum doesn't manufacture some moral conundrum, or find a way to make Pop ashamed of himself!" Dina reasoned. "If Gram's right, she won't do the former - and only Pop can defend against the latter!"

Rick nodded sagely, "Things sound pretty good, up there!"

"Yeah," replied Dina, grinning. "Righteous wrath stopped some time ago, and the begging and pleading... has turned into something else!"

"Let's watch some TV," Rick urged. "I feel like a voyeur." The TV provided a merciful respite from the noises - and the knowledge that serious sex went with them.

Thirty minutes or so later, their parents appeared in the doorway, hand in hand. Both had that sated look - and Marilyn carried a glow that made her appear several years younger. "Well," began Marilyn, "where were we?"

Robert came to their rescue, "We were discovering that out children were well educated and very capable of handling themselves in this area."

"But..."

"You want to hear about Rick and his significant other. I got the tale while you and Dina were upstairs. Suffice it to say that they have a committed relationship" (Robert added a significant glance) "with ALL the trimmings. I suggest that we make a date to meet this remarkable young lady - and her mother - I suspect she's going to end up our daughter-in-law!"

"What about THIS one?" Marilyn asked, picking up Dina with her eyes.

"THAT one is 14 going on 40! You won't teach HER anything - it'll all go the other way! Her brother characterizes her - accurately - as a 'master manipulator', a talent we've seen displayed recently. Nothing is going to happen to HER that she hasn't planned - in detail! She told me that she's still virgis intactae, and I believe her. But she also told me she WON'T be in two weeks - and I believe that, too!"

Mother and daughter eyed one another, the Marilyn slowly nodded. "You're right - I'm not rated to teach graduate level courses in sex." She collected them with her eyes, "Come see me if you need a second opinion," she said, then turned and walked out. Robert gave the pair the fish eye for a moment longer, then followed his wife from the room.

Dina lurched up and followed the pair into the hallway, "Mum, I'll need to start on the Pill."

Marilyn sighed, "I'll call Dr. Bentley tomorrow." She stopped, locking eyes with her husband, "What about Rick's - Mandi?"

"Handled, so she says," Robert replied. "Rick - be sure you SEE a pill case! Do you know what they look like?"

"I'd recognize one," Rick replied, looking surly. "I trust her!"

"Many a young man has placed his trust in the word of a young woman out to hook him, only to be trapped by biology!" Marilyn intoned.

"Well, I KNOW she's on the Pill. Denise is always giving her shit about how unnecessary it is... or was..." announced Dina.

"An object lesson on how things can change rather quickly," Robert pointed out, mildly. "Let's see what we can whip up for lunch. I'm starved!"

"Poor baby's got to recharge his sperm bank!" Marilyn simpered.

"... Said the fool to the man who can reduce her to jelly!" responded Robert, archly, as the foursome entered the kitchen. "Why don't you just bait bears and withhold steaks from tigers?"

"I know a place where you can buy mink lined handcuffs..." Dina murmured.

Both parents whirled on her, "Where? Write it down!" Robert roared.



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Chapter 19


"Monday morning, you sure look fine..." - Fleetwood Mac

Monday found what had been two distinct groups slowly accreting as one. As Terry plopped at his usual location on the bench seat of one of the picnic tables on the grass between the gym and the parking lot, Tim stopped leaning on his somewhat bedraggled car, and ambled over. "Hey, Terry, how's it goin'?"

Terry looked up at his friend, "Okay. Do anything this weekend?'

"Went out Saturday with Dolores. Doubled with Ricky and Mandi. Had an interesting run-in with her old man..."

"Bet that's one helluva story." Terry got tired of craning his neck, and hopped up on the table top. "How's it looking with Dolores?"

"I'm happy. She's a handful - and fun to be with."

Terry looked at Tim critically "Have you 'been with' her?"

"Naw. We necked a good bit over at Mandi's after the movie. I'm not gonna rush her - I don't want to piss her off before the Prom."

"Makes good sense." Terry nodded.

"You see Jackie?"

"Went rollerblading Saturday. Lots of IM. Her mom's kind of touchy - we've been ducking both our parents..."

At this point, Rick arrived, stalking in from the parking lot. "Hey."

"Hey," Tim replied. "You ask Mandi to the Prom yet?"

"Yeah," Rick's eyes became hooded.

"And?" Tim asked.

"It's all set." Rick said, quietly.

Terry, watching this byplay, interjected, "Something's up. What are you NOT telling us?"

"Nothin'," Rick replied, looking innocent.

"Couldn't be much - Mandi let him round second base on Saturday night - then basically told him he didn't have to start out in the batter's box next time," Tim related.

"Huh?!" said Terry.

"You know how Ricky is about rational behavior and rules for social interaction..." Tim began.

"Yeah - I like most of those rules!" Terry replied. "People tend to act weird."

"Well, Saturday night Mandi delivered a new set of rules. She told him that if she let him see something of hers, he didn't need to go to a lot of effort to get her to let him see it again."

Terry's brow furrowed, "There are implications here - I still don't understand..."

"That's what Ricky said!" Tim grinned. "Okay, it's like this: Suppose Ricky spends all evening working on Mandi and finally gets to feel up her left tit. If he just gets to cop a feel, he has to go through the whole rigamarole next time (although it'll probably be easier). But if Mandi opens her blouse and SHOWS him her tit, next time he just slides his hand in her blouse - no muss, no fuss!"

Terry's eyes saucered, "No shit! What a deal! I gotta get Jackie to buy off on THAT one!"

Tim grinned, "Dolores wouldn't and I can't blame her. Those rules virtually guarantee that she loses territory on every date!"

During this whole explanation, Rick had held his silence, blushing. Terry studied him, "You're onto something, Tim, but he still hasn't opened up!"

"There he is!" Bobby roared, bounding up. "The king of the cherry busters!" Bobby proceeded to genuflect toward Rick.

Tim and Terri exchanged a glance. "What's this?" asked Tim.

Bobby grinned, "Yesterday, our esteemed colleague, Richard (now to be known as Rick) Nellis, overcame his slow start in the Cherry Popping Derby, zooming around all of us and grabbing the checkered flag!"

"Excuse me?" Terry blinked. "And how come you know all about it?"

"I wheeled up at Rick and Dina's just after Denise called Dina to come a-runnin' - because Rick and Mandi were doing the horizontal mambo in Mandi's room."

"Yeah, sure..." said Tim, doubtfully.

"Hey, I'm a witness! I got there just in time to catch the tail end of Rick ripping off his SECOND piece!"

All eyes turned to Rick, who blushed, and looking at Tim, mumbled "I remembered the loophole..."

Tim lost it, laughing uproariously. He had to sit down on the bench to catch his breath. Terry looked quizzically at Tim, who upon catching his breath elaborated, "Rick TOLD her there was a loophole somewhere in those rules!"

Mandi, Dolores, and Jackie arrived together at that moment. Mandi looked around, blushed, and said "I gather that I'm the subject of this conversation?"

"Yeah, but it's not Rick's fault," replied Terry. "He was keeping mum. We were trying to tear the info about why he looked so smug out of him when Bobby arrived, and spilled the beans!"

"A gentleman doesn't tell," announced Rick, archly.

Mandi positioned herself in front of Rick and leaned back into his encircling arms. Dolores and Jackie stood there, looking confused. Mandi looked at Dolores, blushed, and said, "I didn't get a chance to tell you yet - Rick and I - uh..." Rick squeezed her in reassurance. "We slept together."

Assorted female eyebrows went up. Bobby chimed in, "Only they weren't sleeping - they were very definitely fucking!"

"Bobby!" Rick exclaimed. "Jesus!"

"Well? If it's a spade, call it one! In this case, it was a cherry - more likely two! Hi, Perky Tits!"

"Hi, Lover!" Dina replied, joining the group. "Blowing the lid off my brother's sexual escapades?"

"Yeah - they don't all seem to get it! Bring those things over here - I want to play with 'em." Eyebrows went up all over the group. Dina settled into a position with Bobby mimicking Rick and Mandi's - except Bobby's hands went UNDER Dina's top when he wrapped his arms around her.

Dolores sat on Tim's lap, and Jackie plopped down on the table next to Terry. "This sounds really public," Jackie observed.

"It wasn't supposed to be!" said Rick, sourly.

"It wouldn't have been, if Mandi's door locked!" Dina laughed. Denise caught 'em, and called me. I dragged Bobby along for the ride. There were three of us standing there when Rick rolled off!"

"Rolled off!" Rick complained, rolling his eyes, "That's gross! Are you taking lessons from Bobby?"

"Maybe..." Dina replied. "Hey, I thought you were going to play with these!" she whined, glancing at Bobby, then at her chest.

Bobby shrugged, and suddenly the protrusions in Dina's tank top developed finger ridges. "Never let it be said that I passed up an invite to do that!" he grinned.

More eyebrows raised at this activity. Dolores began unconsciously wiggling on Tim's lap. Jackie looked up from where she had propped her head on Terry's shoulder, "Is this the sex club meeting? Are Rick and Mandi not the only ones that got lucky last weekend?"

Bobby assumed a pedantic tone. "'A gentleman doesn't tell!'" he quoted, mimicking Rick.

Snickering, Tim riposted, "And you were a gentleman - when?" prompting even louder laughter.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," Rick apologized. "I tried not to allow our relationship to come under discussion by these vulgar individuals, but..." he gave Bobby and Dina the fisheye.

"I don't mind, Love - I'd have wanted to brag about it, anyway! It was only the most wonderful Sunday morning that I've ever experienced!" She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, smiling.

Dolores complained, "Okay, so we all know what happened - some of us in glaring detail - but I don't understand WHY! Saturday night, you guys hadn't really gotten THAT far - I think Tim and I were ahead of you!" She reached up and rubbed Tim's cheek, continuing, "So - what happened?"

Rick and Mandi looked at one another, then Rick undertook the explanation, "Remember Mandi's rules?"

"Rules?" Jackie interjected.

Mandi took up the thread, "You know how Rick is always on about how irrational people are, and how there ought to be rules for social interaction?" Jackie nodded. "Well, we were necking at my house on Saturday night, and Rick was limited by what I was wearing. I didn't see any reason why he should work hard to get at skin on my midriff and back that he'd seen and touched on our first date - I love the feel of his hands - but I needed to make it clear to everyone in the room that I wasn't just throwing myself at him when I took off my blouse. So I announced some 'rational rules' to cover our necking. I told Rick that if I let him touch something without seeing it, I reserved the right to make him work at getting there again - but if I showed it to him, it was his without asking - that I wouldn't deny him the access. This allowed me to pull off my blouse, and let him rub my sides and back - I went to the dance in a halter, remember? - but what was under my bra was still disputed territory."

"Oh!" Jackie's eyes were as big as saucers.

"Rick told her at the time that he thought that there might be a loophole..." Dolores recounted.

"And I remembered it as I left," Rick resumed the explanation. "Friday night, while we were discussing other things, Mandi let slip that she generally went for the Sunday paper more or less naked. I couldn't remember the details at the time Mandi published her rules, but something hung in the back of my mind. As we were leaving, I spied a housecoat draped over a chair in the living room, and it triggered the memory. When I realized what the frequency was between opportunities, I decided that I didn't care to wait another whole week!" he finished, blushing.

Mandi took up the tale, "I dashed out to pick up the paper, naked under an open robe, and there was Rick, sitting on the porch with the paper in his lap! I locked eyes with him bent over with my hand out - he could see everything from the top of my head to my toes!"

Ricky laughed, amid the general gasp of appreciation, "Her nipples crinkled almost instantly!" he related.

Jackie was entranced, "But wasn't that cheating?"

"Absolutely not!" Mandi replied, "Especially since he'd warned me that I might be setting myself up!"

"He did, too... I remember!" Dolores interjected.

"So you just took him upstairs?" Jackie queried, still stunned.

"Well, there was a somewhat embarrassing interview with her mother first..." Rick amplified.

"I'd like to have been a fly on the wall during THAT conversation!" Tim observed.

"It couldn't have been THAT bad - when we got there, she was actively defending his right to be there to Denise in the kitchen while we were listening to them go at it in Mandi's room!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Holy shit!" "That's SO cool!" and "Wow!" came from the various listeners.

"I still can't believe that you just gave it up!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Jackie, I WANTED to give it up! When I locked eyes with him, and saw that smile, I got soaking wet before I even straightened up! Saturday night had left me so hot I couldn't sleep! Besides - he earned it - if only through audacity!"

Rick looked over at Tim, who was grimacing. Dolores had been squirming on his lap more and more as the salacious details were recounted, and the stimulation had apparently provoked a reaction. In fact, as far as Rick could tell, she was unconsciously dry-humping his growing erection. Rick grinned wryly and asked "Problems, Tim?"

"Yeah," Tim replied, blushing, then addressed Dolores. "Baby, could you hop off and - uh - figleaf me for a sec? I have to make an adjustment."

Dolores frowned, while the nature of the request penetrated, "Sure... Oh! OH!" She hopped up, glancing down at the bulge running along Tim's pant leg. "I'm sorry!" She looked away, and moved to stand in front of him as he stood up, facing away from him - but it was clear from the blank look on her face that she was reprocessing the image.

Tim bent a bit and reorganized with a sigh. "Okay, Baby." Dolores spun around to apologize further, glanced down, and froze in shock! Tim was, well, larger than most. In his hurried adjustment, he hadn't taken enough care, and the knob of an obviously sizeable erection was peering above his waistband. Dolores gasped, and stared, mesmerized.

Rick detected the issue, and confided, "Uh, Tim - You missed..."

Tim looked down, murmured "Oops!", and glanced up again into Dolores' eyes - but she was looking down, with an expression mixing fear and desire in equal parts. Tim whirled around and readjusted his clothing so that his shirt covered the offending member.

Bobby, detecting the byplay, could not fail to bring it out. "Hey Dolores, are you just discovering why they call him 'Hawgleg Vincent'? How do you think he wins all of those wrestling matches? He scared his opponents to death with that thing!" This sally brought an appreciative titter from here and there within the group.

Dolores ignored him, however, staring into Tim's eyes. After a moment, she stepped forward and flowed into his arms, providing with about as inarguable a statement of her position on the subject as could be issued. There was a collective gasp as the implications sank in.

Bobby turned his attention to Dina, "Speaking of things going wrong in underwear, what kind of panties are you wearing? You still doing that little girl stuff?"

Dina blinked, "Pink, cotton, uh - little flowers..."

"Jesus. Little girl stuff. You're MY woman now, and I've got standards! Get 'em off."

Dina blinked, then reached under her short skirt, dropped them around her ankles, stepped out of them, and, bending from the waist, retrieved them. She handed them to Bobby, who examined them disdainfully. "You're a woman now - I don't want to see you in these things. I want you to go out and pick up something that SAYS you're a woman!"

Mandi looked at Rick, "Do you want mine? They're basically the same..."

Rick appeared to give the whole thing a lot of thought. Basically, he decided that - Dina already having attracted some attention - having Mandi repeat the process might cause a circus. "No, but it might be a good idea if you updated things a bit."

Mandi blushed. "Okay, I need some new stuff, anyway."

Bobby handed Dina back her panties, then stepped up close and reached down to cup her pubic mound. "I was going to keep these as an object lesson, but that's not public property - it's mine! Put 'em back on - later - but get something nice to replace them. Next time I see your little clam, I want it wrapped in lace!"

"What do you want me to get?" Dina asked.

"Use your best judgment - remember, I'm gonna be looking at them, and it should be a pleasant experience. Surprise me!"

Everybody was already surprised by this byplay. Nonetheless the other two couples reacted. Dolores was wearing capris - there was no way she was going to prove anything, one way or the other. She and Tim just looked at each other. Tim shrugged. Jackie looked at Terry, and whispered "I wear French Cuts, anyway - the others are too baggy." Terry grinned back.

Dolores looked up. "We better make the bell." She picked up the girls with her eyes, "See you at lunch?"

A collective nod from the other girls started movement toward class.

Rick looked at Bobby, "See me later - I need to talk to you about... something else."

Bobby nodded, hoping he wouldn't get trashed.



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Chapter 20: Girl Talk


Lunch time found the three seniors sitting at the same table, comparing notes. Jackie looked at Mandi, "Okay, spill. How was it?"

Mandi blushed, "Almost worth waiting this long for! Rick was wonderful! Considerate, careful - he knew it was my first time, so he didn't try to run things."

Jackie looked skeptical, "You mean he didn't just whip it out and blow all over you?"

"Oh no! He could have, I guess - but he planned for it. He brought rubbers, partly for that reason, and partly for the normal ones."

"What do YOU consider the 'normal ones'?" asked Dolores, smirking.

"Disease and pregnancy, silly!" replied Mandi. "But I wouldn't let him wear 'em."

"Why NOT, for God's sake?" asked Jackie.

"If I wanted to lose my virginity to a rubber thing, I'd have used a dildo, long ago!" Mandi said, hotly. Cooling, she continued, "Besides, it was his first time, too..."

Dolores exclaimed, "He admitted it?"

"Yeah," Mandi grinned, remembering, "I asked him point blank when he fished out the rubbers. He puffed up, and was going to deny it, then stopped, looked sheepish, and admitted it. It was SO sweet!"

"But what about..." Jackie began.

"Pregnancy? I'm on the Pill. If neither of us had ever done it, disease was not an issue... That left 'staying power'!" she sighed, "We did '69'! I sucked his cock - he has a BEAUTIFUL cock! - and he ate my pussy!"

"Wow! How was it?" Dolores was fairly drooling.

"Incredible! We both came like crazy! I never felt like that before! Rick did - Oh!, I get wet just thinking about it!"

Jackie, subdued, asked, "What about you? How was his spunk? What did you do with it?" Because of her notorious incident, Jackie was considered to be the resident expert on cock sucking. But she had been careful to be vague about it - admitting that she had actually begun to enjoy it at the end would have made things even worse. She was eager to compare notes, however - now that she had someone to compare them with.

Mandi colored. "I swallowed. And I loved it! The taste is so-so; kind of salty, and it coats the tongue - but the feeling I got when his cock swelled up and began to pulse... I was thrilled to death! Rick's HUGE - who'd have thought? - but, kind of by accident, I did the deep throat thing almost immediately!"

"What? How!?" Dolores was all ears.

"Well, Rick was giving my clit Hell, and I just got so excited, I kind of dove on him! I took him by surprise, and he flicked his hips, and the thing was halfway down my throat! Rick didn't leave it there, though, and we didn't really follow through - but I was almost sorry we didn't! Something for later, I guess..." she sighed.

"So, how long did it take him to recover?" asked Jackie.

"I don't think he ever went down! As a matter of fact, I don't think he did until after we'd done it twice!" Mandi replied.

"Wow! Rick strikes you as so 'cerebral' - who'd have thought..."Dolores ventured.

"Given what I've seen of the football team, I'd say that we're doing well to be working in a different market." Jackie observed. "Those guys are totally selfish - and not too impressive from a performance standpoint."

"Well Rick's a jewel for both! When I was ready again, he rolled onto his back so I could take my time and he wouldn't accidentally hurt me any more than necessary! He was SO sweet! As it was, the whole cherry thing wasn't bad at all, and I was chock full of cock almost immediately!"

"Now THERE's an expression!" Dolores laughed "'Chock full of cock!'"

Mandi eyed Dolores, "When Tim gets a hold of you, you'll be using it!"

"Yeah..."Dolores looked off into space, dreamy-eyed, for a moment before returning to the present. "So then what happened!?" she demanded.

"Once he was in, it just got better and better!" Mandi related. "I started to stiffen up, and Rick took up the motion from below! When I came, I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven!"

"Stiffen up?" Jackie frowned, not understanding.

"I lock up when I come. It's almost like a seizure. It can screw things up 'cause I can't keep moving properly. But not that time - Rick just kept pounding away! When I came that time, I think I passed out!! God, it was indescribable!"

"Bobby made it sound as if Rick was on top..." Jackie said.

"That was the SECOND time! I came around, and Rick was still rock hard. He was caressing me and I didn't really come all the way back down. I was afraid he didn't cum. He said he had, and I was sloshing - but it was obvious that he had to have more, so he took me again! And it was different - but maybe better!"

"So, are you gonna do it again?" Jackie asked.

"Am I? I'm thinking of going without panties so we can get in a quickie standing up! Bobby and Dina got me thinking this morning..."

Dolores was appalled (and titillated). "That's positively slutty!" she gasped.

"No it isn't," replied Dina, just arriving as Sophomores started their overlapping lunch period, "Sluts aren't particular who they sleep with. Mandi just wants Rick, I'll bet - just like I just want Bobby!"

"Speaking of which - what's THAT all about?" demanded Jackie.

"I'm going to domesticate him, somewhat. Not too much - I like him as he is - just enough that he shows occasional good sense."

"But - you and Bobby?" Dolores queried.

"Yeah. Me and Bobby. It's been kind of there in the background for some time - I just fixed it so we shifted gears." Dina declared, unperturbed.

"Into overdrive, apparently," Mandi chided.

"... Said the woman who gave her cherry to my brother within 96 hours..." Dina replied, looking at Mandi sidelong. Mandi had the grace to blush. She put up her hands in surrender.

"Bobby would have never made the first move," Dina continued. "He respects Rick too much. When he screwed up with you guys, I saw my chance - and I took it."

"But he's got two years on you!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Mentally? I don't think so. And in 5 years, no one would blink. Why should I pass him up just because we're in school?"

Dolores looked at Dina, forced to re-evaluate. 'How come Dina's always so sensible?' she wondered. She watched Jackie do the same fast take.

"I still don't understand what the sex slave thing is all about," said Mandi, doubtfully.

"Simple. Sooner or later Bobby - being Bobby - would try this kind of thing. I've set up a scenario where I hold both the carrot AND the stick. He gets to talk trash - but he has to THINK about it, because if he goes too far, we're done before we're started good. That bit of bravado this morning was carefully rehearsed. He's allowed to humiliate me - the panty thing was a stroke of genius! - but not treat me like dirt. I let him assert clear title - as long as he doesn't do or say anything that would lead somebody to believe that THEY could do it. You know why he gave me my panties back? He'd have loved to have me running around bare-assed, but he didn't want any of those hothouse brains he runs with peeping up my skirt. He's killing himself, trying to find ways to push - but not break- the limit! And I'm enjoying every second!"

"So the tit play is OK? You LIKED snatching off your panties?" Jackie was shocked.

"I LIKE Bobby playing with my tits! You'd be surprised how gentle he really is. And I got a thrill out of the panty thing - I kind of wished I'd spent more time bent over! I may push him on it so he has to take 'em for a day!"

Mandi blushed. "At least Dina's in control. I told Rick he could put me on the street corner nude if he wanted."

"You WHAT!" exclaimed Jackie.

"No!" Dolores chipped in.

"All RIGHT Mandi!" Dina crowed. "You know you're safe as taxes, don't you? Rick won't ask anything much of you - it's against his philosophy!"

"Well, he might test me..." Mandi replied. "And if he does, I'll do whatever's necessary. I started this thing, and thus far, the rewards have been more than worth the risks."

"There's the bell!" Dolores remarked, as it began burring in the background. "Later, Dina. Good luck with your project!"

"Later Dolores. Bye Jackie. Bye, Sis!" with a wink to Mandi, who went away blushing and thinking 'God, I HOPE so!



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Chapter 21: You've got to bring ass...


For the guys, everything that needed to be said had been, so lunch proceeded a bit more quietly. Bobby wasn't going to admit that large parts of his flashy relationship with Dina were fictional. Rick's dirty laundry had received a thorough airing - and he was not inclined to brag in any case. Tim and Terry were operating under the impression that they had some catching up to do.

Things were quiet until 6th period, when Nate Adams, a somewhat noisy member of the black group that thought that they OUGHT to have Dolores' attention, ran into Tim on his way back to the Science Building after wrestling practice. Nate had "Stick" Williams and "Draper" Travis along, and he figured he'd give Tim some shit. "Hey there, White Bread! What you think you doin' poachin' black meat?"

Tim gave Nate a jaundiced eye, "Nate, why don't you talk like a human? I've heard you - I know you can do it..."

"Why you avoidin' the question? Howcum you're chasing black pussy wit' that little dick o' yours?"

"In the first place," Tim replied with exaggerated patience, "I didn't notice YOU making any headway with Dolores - besides, I'm not sure she sees herself as being anyone's property. In the second, I'll be happy to compare dicks with yours - shorter one sucks the longer one off!"

"Stick" piped up, "Better pass on that, Nate - I seen him in the showers. You'll end up a cocksucker!"

"So that's it! She thinks you can compete with a bruthuh! If I kick you in the balls, you'll..." Nate attempted to suit the action to the words, but Tim wasn't having any. He took a step back, then reached out to give Nate's leg a rocket assist toward the sky. Nate flopped rather solidly on his back.

Draper made his first comment of the afternoon, watching Nate get air back into his lungs, "Dumb muthufuckah - pick a fight with the Cap'n of the wrestlin' team! Fuckin' stupid!" Neither of Nate's companions made anything resembling a move to assist in the assault. Tim backed up against the wall of the gym and leaned there, looking nonchalant, but wary.

Nate rolled to his feet. "Help me teach 'im not to mess wit' black women!" he hissed.

Tim eyed Nate, "Hey, I don't pitch a bitch when you chase white chicks! And there aren't THAT many to go around! Suck it up!"

"I'll..." Nate never finished the verbal threat - he took a run at Tim, head first. Halfway there, a blade appeared in his hand. Tim kicked Nate in the offending hand, (leaving it somewhat the worse for the wear) then encouraged Nate to collide head first with the wall, leaving him flat on his back with a bloody face. Stick and Draper never moved, except for the fact that Draper started slowly shaking his head.

Tim looked at Draper. "Are we done?"

"Some a' us never started." Draper replied. "No harm, no foul. Dumb muthufuckah," he continued, indicating Nate. "All this shit over a bitch who don't LIKE bruthas! And DOUBLE don' like Nate! She c'n do as she pleases, that 'un! 'Sides, her Pa let it out he LIKES ya! Mebbe Nate got the message, now; I ain't wastin' MY time!"

Stick shook his head, looking at Nate's somewhat bedraggled condition, "Sheeit, Who'da thought Nate had a thing for walls? Later, man."

Tim moved out, affecting a fine mix of nonchalance and caution.

By the end of the day, it was all over school. Nate had come back from the ER to get his suspension slip. On the basis of several eyewitness accounts, including those of Stick and Draper, Tim hadn't even been called to the Principal's office. In the school parking lot, Dolores spent 10 minutes looking for damage on Tim's body - swearing SHE'D kill Nate if he'd given Tim a hangnail - before he could coax her into his car for the ride home. Once in the car, she glued herself to him, finding excuses to 'accidentally' come into contact with his crotch. Finally, she looked up at his grimacing face, as he attempted to concentrate on the road in the face of the distractions she was providing. "Sugar, what are we doing AFTER the Prom?" she asked.

Tim glanced down at her face, locking eyes momentarily. He knew a loaded question when he heard one... "Hmmm. I figured that we'd play it by ear. Ultimately, it'll be what YOU want."

"But you plan to try to influence me, right?" Dolores asked.

Tim smiled, "Heavily."

"Good. We'll need a room. I figure after all that dancing, we'll need to rest... somewhere private."

Tim's eyes continued to scan the road, but his face and body went still. "Baby..."

Dolores removed all doubt, "I'll bring the rubbers. You take the big ones, don't you?" She reached down and rubbed the full length of his sudden erection through his jeans leg.

"I gotta switch to briefs!" Tim groaned. "Baby, you don't have to..."

"The Hell I don't! I'll be lucky to last THAT long! I wanted the pills to take, but it isn't gonna happen in time!"

Tim's mind was awash, and his glands were running wild. He whipped the car around the corner onto the next side street, parked at the curb, and shut down, then reached for the soft bundle of curves trying to fit herself between his frame and the steering wheel. "Lemme scoot over," he gasped. Once he reached the center of the bench seat, things became a good bit less tight. Dolores turned completely around in the seat, lying semi-reclined across Tim's lap with her arms around his neck, pressing her globular breasts to his chest and her tongue between his lips. They kissed hotly, while Tim rubbed her back, groaning as his erection continued to extend itself down his pants leg, crossing under her ass just at the point where her steaming pussy was both heating and dampening the crotch of her capris. After they had buried themselves in a universe that consisted solely in the concentrated dueling of their tongues for a couple of minutes, Dolores backed off breathlessly, unbuttoned her blouse, and popped the clasp on her red lace bra, allowing her globular tits to spill out. Tim's eyes bulged, but unfortunately, so did his penis. It had reached the point where it was no longer flexible, and its insistent attempts to rise were causing him to hunch forward. "Baby, I'm dying here!" he groaned, "I gotta make an adjustment before it breaks off!"

"Okay, Sugar!" Dolores replied, sliding off his lap. She unzipped his fly, and grasped his jeans and shorts at his hips on both sides. "Raise up - you're going to have to come out some - there's NO WAY you can just reach in and get THAT moved around!"

Tim pressed his hands to the seat, raising his buttocks off the seat and using Dolores' grip on his jeans to lower them to his thighs. When they had worked the clothing down to mid-thigh, Dolores surprised him by reaching in and gently extracting his cock from its entrapment. It popped free, and Tim lowered himself back to the seat - but Dolores didn't release it. Instead, gasping softly, she moved her hand gently up and down the shaft, obviously relishing the sight and feel of his 11" uncut length. She gently retracted the foreskin from around the velvety purplish head, fascinated by the sight, the smell of Tim's obvious excitement. Dolores leaned forward, preparing to kiss the velvety tip, when... 

"Lordy!" came an exclamation through the open car window. A middle- aged black woman was standing there, holding a small dog's leash and staring bug-eyed at the couple through the windshield. "Girl, you better take that thing home and bury it where it belongs in private! You wave that hot poker on the street in front of other poor women, and you'll have to fight to keep it! Sugah, if she don't take proper care of that, you come see me! I'll put my old man out of the house while I take care of it for ya!" She grinned hugely as the couple blushed and began rearranging their clothing. The woman leaned on the car door and watched wistfully as Tim fought to get his cock back into his pants. Addressing Dolores, she declared, "Sugah, you gotta winner there! If my Ray had a telephone pole like that in his pants, I'd nevah war panties an' he'd nevah leave the house!" She grinned hugely, "And he's a white, boy, too! White boys' peckers are stiff! You need to take him somewhere comfortable, though - ain't no way he's gonna be able to use that properly in no car! Bye, now!" She stepped back, and the couple waved sheepishly as they pulled away from the curb. Turning her attention to the dog, she said, "Come on Puddie, Mama's hot and needs her ashes hauled. Lord oh Lord, Mama's gonna wear Ray out tonight!"

As Tim pulled away from the curb, Dolores looked at him sorrowfully, "I'm sorry, Sugar," she husked.

"It's Okay, Babe. There'll be another time."

"That's for sure!" Dolores took her time reclasping her bra, making sure Tim got an eyeful, since he couldn't do more. She finished re-buttoning her blouse as they pulled up in front of the Brown home. Tim got out and escorted Dolores up the walk; Padma met them at the door. "Would you like to come in for a bit?" she asked.

Tim frowned, "If it isn't any trouble..."

"No trouble." Padma returned, smiling. "You made big impression on my Marcus! You very welcome here!" Tim shrugged, wrapped an arm around Dolores' slim waist, and entered the Brown's working-class environs.



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Chapter 22: The Negotiation


Entering the living room, Dolores led Tim to a large, if somewhat worn, couch. Tim sat down, and Dolores proceeded to glue herself to his right side. "Something to drink?" Padma asked. "Tea, perhaps?"

"That would be fine," Tim replied gravely. Dolores nodded when Padma asked her with her eyes, and Padma bustled off. Tim asked Dolores, "How long should I stay?"

Dolores grinned, "I don't know if there's a practical limit! If Momma let you in, Poppa approves of you! Poppa has strong ideas about honor and obligation: you've been about as honorable as anybody could expect. When Poppa comes home and hears about Nate, I may be in trouble because I haven't spread for you here on the couch!"

Padma came back with the tea - iced; Tim realized belatedly that it needn't have been. Having handed out the glasses, she sat down in the armchair opposite the couch and regarded the couple, smiling. Catching Tim's eye, she began to question him directly, "You like my daughter?"

"Like doesn't begin to describe it!" Tim replied.

"You have plans after high school?"

"College. I'm up for a scholarship, and have been working for tuition."

"Wife and children can kill such dreams." Padma dropped this bomb and awaited his reaction, watching closely.

Tim's only reaction was a quick widening of the eyes. "It needn't. Children should wait, though - Dolores needs to go, too."

Padma beamed. "You fine man. Welcome to the family!"

Tim regarded Padma gravely, "I'll celebrate when your husband echoes that sentiment."

Padma's smile took on a Mona Lisa quality. "You will wager?"

Tim smiled back, tightly. "Not likely, under the circumstances."

Dolores' eyes saucered. "Sugar, this is serious. Momma's people arrange their marriages!"

Tim smiled gently. "I figured that. While I wouldn't hold you to such a commitment, the goodwill of my prospective mother-in-law is not something I'd take lightly." Turning back to Padma, he admonished, "My parents are American, and have conventional American expectations about the growth of a relationship over time."

Padma's face didn't change. "To do these things too quickly is bad, yes? When you are doing it does not matter. Perhaps after the college..." She shrugged, turning her palms out.

"I am unprepared; I have no ring," noted Tim.

A wave of the hand. "This can be at the proper time, after the American custom!"

Dolores looked helplessly from one horse trader to the other, "Momma, they don't do it this way here! Tim, Momma's serious! This is our wedding you're negotiating!"

The pair turned to her in unison. "You object?" two voices enquired in the same bland tone.

Dolores was unable to breathe. She couldn't decide whether to scream at her mother for her presumption, or run across the ceiling yelling 'Yippee!'

Tim again regarded Padma. "Ultimately, this will be Dolores' decision. She expects to have a say in this. I will not deny her the right."

Padma regarded Dolores, frowning. "She is like her father in this. I, too, must accede to this condition. We will call this 'conditions under which you secure my blessing'. This is the proper Americanism?" Her underlying tone left it very clear that, whatever the cover sheet looked like, a contract of matrimony remained beneath.

"Am I still being bartered here?" Dolores asked sharply.

"Not without your active approval," Tim replied mildly, still watching Padma. "Now be quiet, Baby - I've got i's to dot and t's to cross!"

"I will not!"

Tim looked to Padma, "Will you excuse us for a moment?" At her nod, he drew the fuming Dolores aside. When they stood in the kitchen doorway, Tim faced Dolores. "Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?'

"Yes."

"Then you need to shut the fuck up and let me make your momma happy!"

Dolores tensed to rail at him for the vulgar treatment, then stopped, realizing that Tim was watching her calmly to see what she would do next. She thought for a moment. "This is about who's REALLY in charge of our relationship, isn't it?"

"It didn't start out that way, but it is now. Baby, you KNOW this: Your momma's people arrange marriages. That means that she considers the American way to be uncontrolled foolishness. She's pretty sure she understands and can control YOU - but she needs to know that I'M serious. She's being extremely generous - this thing we're working out has more holes in it than swiss cheese - but she needs to feel comfortable that, barring unforeseen circumstances, we're going to someday stand at an altar together before she can release you to do what she KNOWS we're gonna do. She's trying to protect you, the best way she knows how. The harder the bargain I drive here, the more she KNOWS I'm serious, and the more comfortable she will be with it."

Dolores began to sniffle a bit. Tim went on, "Now, one day soon, I'm going to amble in with a ring in my hand, get down on my knee, and try to fulfill all of your fantasies - and at that point, you can make the call - but your momma wants something more practical and concrete, and I'm trying to give it to her. The one really does lead to the other..." The enormity of Tim's proposal poured over Dolores, and she began to cry in earnest. She moved in and put her head on his shoulder and he soothed her, rubbing her shaking shoulders with his big hands. "I value your pride and independence more than you know - but other people have needs, too, and you have to be careful not to be too selfish..."

"Oh, Sugar, I'm so sorry!" Dolores quavered between sobs, "It just seemed like I was being bartered like a sack of potatoes..."

Tim brought his head down and tilted her chin up so he could stare into her eyes. "Baby, in a very real way, you are! The question you have to ask yourself is 'Is the result what I want?' I've already fixed it so that you don't have to answer the final question today - the sole purpose of the exercise is for your momma to get a hammerlock on ME. Now, can you let me handle this?" A nod. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Eyes widened. An emphatic shake of the head 'No'. Tim took her hand, and they resumed their seats on the couch directing their attention at the beaming Padma, fingers still entwined.

Padma regarded Dolores. "Perhaps, daughter, you should excuse yourself if this distresses you..."

Dolores, composed, returned her gaze. "No, Momma, this transaction concerns me. I think I should witness it." She squeezed Tim's hand.

"I see that I AM in there, somewhere." Padma replied, smiling. She then centered her attention on Tim. "You are satisfied with my daughter's condition?"

Tim blinked. 'What?' he thought. He began thinking rapidly - and discovered both the thrust of the question and the minefield Padma had set up behind it. "I am uncertain," he replied.

Dolores looked on, confused. Padma however, grinned like a shark. "Again, you prove yourself a worthy opponent!" she declared. "You will require proof? I would. I do!" she added, closing the trap.

But Tim wasn't in it! "An examination, then?" he asked, blandly. "This will not damage her value in some other way?"

"You have not examined her before?"

"A gentleman doesn't reveal such things." Tim was enjoying himself. No flat denials - even though he was perfectly justified. No, this was Padma's game, and he'd do nothing to decrease her enjoyment of it. This game could only be played once.

"Daughter," Padma's tone was formal. "The question on the table is your virginity - whether you are, and whether it is important to your betrothed!"

Tim turned to Dolores, and cocked an eyebrow, "And - if it's unimportant - why!"

Dolores was thoroughly confused. "Huh? I don't understand!" She mulled the questions a bit, then declared, "Of course I'm a virgin!"

Tim had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed. "Your mother insists that you prove it..." At Dolores' shocked gasp, he continued, "Ostensibly, this is to prove that you are unsullied, removing a possible objection I could raise at a later date. Actually, she wants to know if I already got it..." He regarded Padma sidelong. "Baby, the game has gotten serious. Can you play? For both of us, you need to answer this question honestly - then you're gonna have to prove it!"

Dolores managed to recover her jaw from the floor. "How?"

Padma answered this one: "By direct examination. Of course, I can do it and relay the results?" She directed another look at Tim.

"Not likely!" Tim growled, then grinned. "What kind of a bargain would I be driving if I bought a pig in a poke? Of course, I could do the exam..."

Padma returned the grin. "As you say - not likely!"

"Okay, Baby, once more for the record - are you virgin?" Tim challenged. "If you say 'Yes', we're BOTH gonna want to see a hymen. If you say 'No', there will always be some question what happened to it, and whether I got it. I'm going to take your answer and bet both our reputations on it. What do you say?"

Dolores gazed at Tim, then turned to her mother. "I'm a virgin!" she declared. "How and where do you want me to prove it?"

Padma's consideration of an attempt at damage control was abruptly rendered irrelevant as Tim threw his trump card. "This is an important consideration - I desire proof!"

Padma prepared to temporize. "When?"

Now Tim smiled like a shark. "Immediately! This could render other negotiations irrelevant!"

Padma, outmaneuvered, stood and gestured toward the stair. "Daughter, if we could use your room?" Dolores nodded and got up to follow her, Tim close behind.

On the stair, she turned to Tim and asked "Why are we doing this?"

Tim replied, "Everybody wins. You prove you're a good girl, you ease your momma's mind over the same subject - and I get to play with your pretty pussy!" This last was delivered with a wicked grin. Dolores smiled in spite of herself, and began to swish her pert ass as she continued up the staircase.

Once in Dolores' bedroom, things began to be strained. Dolores sat on the bed. Padma blushed, and said to Tim, "My mother did this to me - but I am embarrassed. I will withdraw the issue..."

Tim shook his head. "It's too late. Honor is involved, for each of us. Honor must be satisfied. Dolores?" He waved vaguely, indicating that she should remove her capris. Dolores - very pink - did so, then, in a rush, also removed her bikinis.

Tim virtually stopped breathing altogether. Dolores' neatly trimmed pubic bush was about all he could see, since her legs were together, but it was plenty to arouse him. Dolores looked up at Tim and all traces of embarrassment vanished. She smiled lazily and proceeded to spread her legs wide, feet flat on the bed. Tim gasped as cinnamon colored flesh gave way to pinker hues as her - undoubtedly shaved - thin labia appeared. As Dolores opened her legs even wider, her nether lips separated, revealing the shocking coral inner flesh. Tim would have given his left arm to stick his tongue in that opening - and it showed! "Okay, check her!" he croaked.

Padma, blushing, stepped forward. She started to wet her finger, then stopped - lubrication was NOT an issue! Dolores, eyes locked with Tim, was powerfully aroused; dew could be seen dripping from her labia. Padma ran her finger up the slit to lubricate it - eliciting a gasp and a shudder from her daughter - and began gently penetrating her vaginal canal. She quickly found what she was looking for - an intact hymen - and quickly removed her finger, announcing "I am satisfied!" and looking away in embarrassment.

Dolores, for whom the activity was only mildly uncomfortable, never took her eyes off Tim. "Now it's YOUR turn," she husked.

Tim stepped forward like an automaton. This one time, the 'honorable' thing never occurred to him - the temptation was just too great. He followed Padma's example, running his finger up Dolores' coral furrow to lubricate it, then gently inserted it into her vaginal canal. As he did it, however, he anchored his hand by pressing his thumb onto her clitoris. Dolores, already aroused beyond reason by the bizarre situation, began to climax just as his finger touched the frail barrier. Her eyes rolled up and she began to undulate. Padma, who had been attempting to find something to wipe her dampened finger on, ended up sucking it in her distraction at watching her daughter's response to the touch of her lover. Tim retracted his finger a bit to ensure that it didn't deflower his girlfriend, then watch in fascination as her vaginal walls attempted to suck it back in. The feeling was indescribable, and he almost came in his jeans! Realizing what he had done, he rotated his thumb on the nub of her clitoris, ensuring that she got the full effect of her climax. When she relaxed, he withdrew his hand and somberly husked "I, too, am satisfied. I stipulate that further examinations are unnecessary, and that I will not ask for a future repetition!"

Padma nodded acceptance - then realized that Tim had set up a situation wherein he could proceed to deflower her at any time. She shook her head - he had outmaneuvered her again! "Daughter, put on a robe or something and join us downstairs," she directed, turning to leave. Fortunately, no one had noticed her sucking her daughter's tangy spend from her finger; that lapse would have been thoroughly embarrassing to have to explain!

Tim leaned down and kissed his girlfriend gently on the lips. "When you're ready, Baby," he crooned, and followed Padma out.



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Chapter 23: Daddy's Home!


Marcus Brown had had a long day. Work had been the usual grind, but when he announced that his daughter was finally dating seriously, his habitual militancy came back to haunt him. When it came out that Dolores had settled on a WHITE boy, EVERYBODY ragged him! When the high school administration office had called him at around 3:00 p.m. to inform him that Dolores had been peripherally involved in an altercation where a black boy had attacked a white one - and had been flattened for his efforts - that was pretty much the icing on the cake. A call to Nate's mother produced a somewhat colored account of the incident, but independent calls to the witnesses' parents (and discussions with the witnesses themselves) surfaced Tim's cool and minimalist handling of the situation. The fact that witnesses - BLACK witnesses- were characterizing Tim as a cool customer who had handled a vicious attack in a smooth and controlled manner provided Marcus with needed ammunition for the defense of his unusual position. His cohorts laid off, and he actually got to mend a couple of fences with coworkers who he had put off with his militancy. So it was with a mixed bag of emotions that he discovered Tim's car at the curb when he arrived home.

"I see you're back," he announced, discovering Tim and Padma in the living room. "Gotta call from school today - seems Mr. Vincent here wiped up the school yard with Tabitha Adams' boy..." Ostensibly this comment was directed at Padma - but Marcus was watching Tim.

"I wouldn't call it that - I just encouraged him to drop a knife and helped him to get to a wall he was in a hurry to see..." replied Tim, mildly. "Nate seemed to feel that Dolores had limited options - I reminded him that she is her own woman. He had some strange views on who should date who, and I reminded him that I don't pass on who HE dates. Then he started fumbling with a toad sticker, and I figured I' better take it away from him before he hurt himself. Then he got all excited and took a run at a wall, so I removed myself from between him and it so he could get a clear shot..." He shrugged.

The more Marcus heard of Tim's bland description of the incident, the wider his grin got. The shrug brought a hoot of laughter and a clap on the shoulder from the big black. "Wanna beer?" Marcus asked.

"One, maybe," Tim replied, eyeing Padma. "I've got to stay sharp!" Marcus wandered toward the kitchen, still chuckling.

Dolores appeared at the top of the stairs in a robe, but on detecting her father, absented herself to re-don her capris. There were limits to what Poppa would take - and this seemed to go beyond.

Dolores tripped downstairs just after Marcus' return with the beers, sitting on the couch beside Tim with her hand in his as before. Marcus eyed the situation and the fixed attention that Tim and Padma were giving one another and assumed a guarded expression. "Padma givin' you the parental grilling?"

Padma snorted. "That didn't last long. Waste of time to drop heaviest bomb and watch it bounce off!"

Marcus sobered. That Tim could handle himself in a fight was comforting - but that he had impressed Padma with his good sense and sincerity - in no time! - was a clearer measure of the boy. Marcus was well aware of his limitations; he let go of his temper regularly, and tended to take his financial responsibilities less than seriously. Padma was his anchor; her sharp wits kept the family moving forward when he would have tripped on his ego. And Padma was telling him that Tim had blown her away! "Hmmm. So we're into negotiations?" he rumbled.

Again, the response came from Padma. "Negotiations - Hah! I've given so much ground I have fallen off the cliff - twice!" Belying the content of that statement was the underlying tone of admiration.

Tim grinned like a shark. "We were just getting to the requirement to issue Dolores' dowry in four equal payments over four years - in the form of 'college tuition'."

All 3 members of the Brown clan present took this one between the eyes. Marcus recovered first. "In what amounts?"

"I dunno, whatever you were GOING to pay for Dolores's education, anyway! Stipulate that it's not been determined yet."

Marcus locked eyes with Padma, bemused. She raised her eyebrows "See? Based on what has occurred thus far..."

Marcus turned to Tim. "Are you SURE you understand what's going on here?" he asked.

Tim shrugged. "We're defining the conditions under which I will marry Dolores. (Dolores gasped - every time she heard that phrase... ) I figure anything I get is a win - since I plan to, anyway..." Dolores whirled and put her face in Tim's shoulder - then hers began to shake.

Marcus shook his head in admiration. "How long have you known Dolores?" he asked.

"As an acquaintance - several years; dating - only a few days."

"How d'ya know it's gonna work? That's an awful short time..." Marcus was going through the standard parental scenario - and he knew it.

Tim regarded him, deadpan, "Sometimes, you just know. I just know."

"What about race?"

Tim snorted, "Yeah, this is 'race day'. Look, this is the most beautiful woman I ever saw. WhatintheHELL do I care how she got that way? Race is not a criterion in ANY of my relationships - friends, acquaintances - doesn't matter! I got better things to worry about! You're different - it's been used against you! But I think it would improve the gene pool if we ignored it!"

Padma eyed Marcus for a moment to see how he would take this outburst before interjecting "So would I!"

Marcus glared for a moment, then looked away. "I've had MY nose rubbed in it a couple of times today, too," he sighed. "So, where are we?"

Padma shrugged, "I'm done. This last one was Tim's idea. I'm agreeable."

"Do I get a recap?"

Tim took it up. "The forms must be obeyed. I propose formally when I can - when and where are situation dependent. Dolores makes the call, and we carry on long enough to satisfy my parents. The tuition thing?"

"Done," said Marcus. He looked at Padma, "Did you get your other, uh, question answered?"

Padma sighed. "Yes - that's the larger of the cliffs I fell off. They made sure I was absolutely certain - and absolutely embarrassed." She sat examining her right index finger; no one else was clear why.

"Momma, in two weeks, I'd have flunked that test!" Dolores interjected. "We need birth control NOW!"

Padma was unperturbed. "You see the doctor tomorrow at 2:00. I know the signs when I see them - and you painted a tall one, upstairs!" Dolores blushed. Tim smirked a bit. Marcus looked mildly confused. "You'll still need to be careful, especially in the present."

"We will!" Tim said, grimly, "I won't allow children to come between us and college!"

"Hold it!" roared Marcus. "I don't remember agreeing to look the other way... !"

Padma cut him off, flat. "Marcus! You can be looking the other way, or you can be looking right at them and roaring, but they are going to do it! You cannot stop them - all you can do is make it unpleasant! Remember, this is NOT a casual relationship!"

Tim looked up from where he'd tucked his head to weather the storm. "Uh, we haven't sealed this thing yet. Do you want me to sign something? Or..."

Marcus whirled on him - stopped - whirled on Padma - stopped. He mastered himself, turned slowly to Tim, and said, "Your track record is such that I'll accept a handshake. Welcome to the family!" He stuck out his paw. Tim stood and shook it solemnly. Padma kissed Tim on both cheeks. Dolores turned on the waterworks (again), snuggling into Tim's arms. Marcus gazed at the preoccupied couple for a few moments, and turned to Padma. "So, what's for dinner?"



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Chapter 24: Brainstorm


Meanwhile, time had not stopped elsewhere. When a very nervous Bobby McCormick presented himself to Rick immediately after school, Rick said "Relax - I'm not gonna kill you! As a matter of fact, I need some time to organize what I want to talk to you about. Let's talk tomorrow." A very relieved Bobby nodded and got out of sight. Rick waited ten minutes before Mandi came along, chattering with Jackie and Terry. The boys nodded to one another. The girls were discussing clothing; Mandi was preparing to "update" her wardrobe, and was soliciting advice from Jackie. Given the major differences in build and minor differences in coloration, Jackie's comments weren't always directly relevant - but ideas were flowing. The group merged, then split into two couples. Mandi and Rick began walking to Mandi's, and Terry ushered Jackie into the front seat of his car, a slightly dilapidated Subaru station wagon, for their ride home.

Rick and Mandi got about a block down the street, holding hands, when Rick decided it was safe to let Mandi in on his latest brainstorm. "Uh, Mandi? I was looking at a couple of loose ends that we might have to deal with, and I came up with an idea. It's pretty controversial, though - one of those things that ought to work if everybody has good sense, but probably won't..."

"Do we have a problem, Love?" Mandi moved closer, sliding into her lover's arms for protection against bad news, thinking 'Please, God! It's only been a day!'

"No, Sweetheart - not us! At least, not directly..."

"Okay, then tell me..."

"Well, the subject's a little touchy. I don't want you to think badly of me..."

Mandi kissed him gently, so Rick continued, "Dina's doing this thing with Bobby, and it's going to lead to sex - soon. I'm afraid that Bobby will screw it up - go off too fast, or something - and then blame Dina to cover his embarrassment. I don't want to see her hurt..."

"Okay..." Mandi didn't see where this was going.

"I need to get Bobby some experience." Rick related diffidently.

Mandi flinched. "If you really want me to..."

"NO! I didn't mean YOU! I'm not handing you around! Maybe someday we might do something with another couple for fun or variety - but I don't plan to share you with ANYONE ANYTIME SOON!" Rick asserted.

"Then I'm not sure I understand..." Mandi murmured, confused.

"Okay, let me finish. You're not the ideal candidate, anyway - you're experience level isn't all that high. Besides," he continued, assuming a lofty expression, "I've spoiled you for lesser men!" The lofty expression morphed into a grin.

"I'll say!" Mandi laughed, hugging him.

"Okay, here comes the touchy part. On the other side of the equation, we have your mother..."

"No! You REALLY plan to provide her with a flow of 16 year old boys?" Mandi laughed, then catching Rick's expression, stopped, stunned. "You're serious?"

"Well, Bobby's not 16 - except maybe between the ears. I want him to know what he's doing when he takes Dina's cherry! The flip side is that it would take the edge off for your mom!" Rick defended his idea vigorously. "I will do what I have to do to keep peace in your family, but I'm there for YOU! We've had this conversation before! This would be a one-off but it would be a lot better than nothing. I'm sure she could tease two or three loads out of Bobby, if she works at it!"

"The idea IS elegant - but it probably won't work," Mandi predicted. "You're right, it makes too much sense."

"Can you help me sell it to your mother?" Rick asked.

"Hmmm. Well, I'll try. You haven't hit Bobby with this yet, have you?"

"No. I figured I'd better have everything lined up first. Bobby will balk, because he will see the whole thing as bad for his reputation if it gets out - but exposure to the temptation of real sex will bring him around."

"Okay, we'll start with Momma. Don't get your hopes up, though." Mandi cautioned.

On arrival at Mandi's, the pair settled in the den, mixing homework with a certain restrained quantity of light petting. Helen wasn't home; apparently, her shift didn't end until 7:00. Once homework was done, the petting heated up, but didn't proceed beyond some serious breast mauling. Rick was nervous about being caught with his pants down. He was also apprehensive over the presentation of his brainstorm to Helen. A bit after 5:00, he departed to check in at home, leaving Mandi well kissed but simmering in her own juices. Since the plan called for his return around 8:00, neither of them saw this as a serious problem.

Helen arrived home a bit after 7:00, tired, a bit sore, and with her nerves a bit jangled. She had had a couple of nice looking male customers, to whom she had turned on the charm. While both had tipped well, neither had done much to take advantage of the situation. She had done a bit of fantasizing on the way home, which had left her with the mixed bag of emotions, and added a bit of depression. Observing her on arrival, Mandi assessed her condition as good for Rick's plan, but bad in that she was going to need company tonight - and Rick had spoiled Mandi for girls on the first pass. Mandi went and got her a margarita, and had it ready for when she returned downstairs.

Helen lingered upstairs in her room, however. She shucked out of her waitress uniform and took a shower, then lingered, disconsolately examining herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. If truth be told, Helen wasn't bad looking for her type; while she was definitely overweight, she carried it well. Her breasts were huge - 44DD - and of course they didn't stand out under their own power anymore - but they didn't droop to her waist, either. They were losing to gravity, but the fight was still on. While her belly was definitely rounded, and there was a roll or two between her breasts and her pudenda, there wasn't a great shield pad of fat. Helen was built wide, and most of the extra was to be found on her hips and lower back, blending around to her - well, large - ass. Even that wasn't gargantuan, given her overall size; you just couldn't miss it. There were dimples on the outer slope, just below the saddle of her hips. Helen's thighs were also heavy, but her legs were close to being proportional with the rest of her, rather than being pipe stems. Her calves actually developed a fetching curve in stockings. All of these things (in slightly lesser amounts) had attracted the lust of her ex husband - but the voluptuous dark Italian beauty of his secretary had pulled him away when she thickened after the birth of their second child. Helen sighed, and pulled on a translucent coral dressing gown with a ruffled collar, loosely belting it.

Arriving downstairs, she found Mandi waiting in the den with the margarita. "Thanks, Dear!"

"You looked like you needed it," Mandi replied.

"Where's Denise?"

"Out. Mumbled something about Dina's. If she's there, we'll know it soon - Rick's due any minute." Mandi cocked her head, awaiting Helen's reaction to this bit of news.

"Christ!" she said, disconsolately, "I have to dress, too?"

Mandi looked her in the eye. "I wouldn't," she declared, frankly. "Rick and I have spoken about us (the flick of her hand indicated herself and Helen, rather than Rick) at some length. While he's here to see ME, he's willing to help reduce tensions around here. In fact, when he gets here, he wants to talk to you about a brainstorm he had."

Helen's pulse quickened. Having seen Rick in action, the prospect of sharing a bit of that fantastic cock with her daughter was enough to increase the itch between her legs. But what was this 'brainstorm'? She glanced at Mandi to see how underdressed she was, and was gratified. Mandi was wearing (or coming out of) a thin tank top, braless, over loose shortie pajama bottoms. The flowered bottoms were so loose that Helen could see Mandi's pudenda clearly through the leg hole and the skewed gusset. On another night, this outfit might have been a clear invitation for girl-girl fun; tonight, it was clearly for Rick's benefit. "He's not staying over, is he, Dear?" Helen asked, thinking 'I've got to start laying in more supplies if we're going to have a man around the house... '

"I don't think so. It's a school night." It was clear that Mandi was more than ambivalent.

"Is your homework done?"

Sigh. "Yes, Momma, we did it before he went home to dinner."

"Sorry, Dear. You know how I worry about your grades."

"Education before fun is Rick's thing, too." Mandi replied, just the slightest bit waspishly.

'Oho!' Helen thought. 'She hasn't had any yet!' She smiled, ruefully. "That good, huh?"

Mandi's eyes glazed. "Oh, God, Momma! Heavenly!"

There was a tap at the door, and Mandi sprang to get it. She returned with Rick in tow. "Good evening, Mrs. Giannelli." Rick offered by way of greeting.

"Helen, Dear. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" She began to rise.

Rick, being male, conscious, and at about normal body temperature, took in the contents of the loose dressing gown from neck to crotch - and Helen was more than mildly exposed. He covered the scan, however, replying, "No, no thanks - I just came from dinner. I'm fine."

Helen resumed her seat, ensuring that her breasts swayed in the process. Mandi frowned slightly, then her expression cleared as Rick squeezed her hand in reassurance. "So, Mandi tells me that you have some kind of proposition for me..."

Rick's eyes said 'I heard you - quit fucking around!' quite clearly in the pause before he began to speak. Helen allowed herself to look chastened. "Okay," he began, "there are a couple of situations brewing here that could cause several of us problems. I propose that we mix two of them to cause a reduction reaction - let them cancel each other out."

"I'm listening."

"I figure it's only a matter of time before Dina gives her cherry to Bobby. I don't have a problem with that in general, but I'm afraid Bobby will screw it up, leaving Dina hurt, physically or emotionally. Bobby needs experience - soon!"

"And?" Mr. Magoo could have seen THIS coming... Helen certainly did!

"You have certain, uh, unfulfilled needs - and LOTS of experience... If this offends you, we'll say no more about it..." Rick's voice trickled off.

"You haven't offended me - yet - but the McCormick boy is BOUND to!" Helen declared.

Rick blushed. "That was also MY assessment. He may refuse outright - it might affect his 'image' negatively if it got out - and he's bound to say something stupid. Question is, can you rise above it and get control of the situation?"

"I can probably handle his mouth until I can get him wrapped around my little finger," Helen replied confidently, "Question is, will HE rise to the bait?" Again, she stood, this time blatantly posing.

Rick looked at the fur patch above her pussy, and the tawny brown areola adorning the huge breast peeking out of the dressing gown. The thing HAD to be 2 1/2 inches across, and the nipple in the center had to be 3/4 of an inch long, and almost as thick. Rick visualized Bobby trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth. He felt a stirring in HIS groin. "He'll rise, all right. If I prep him a bit, and we place him in a situation of extreme temptation, he might not even open his big mouth!"

Helen smiled. "When will we put this grand plan into effect?" she queried.

"ASAP. Tomorrow. I don't want to waste a day, training him. One problem - (he blushed) - aside from being female, you and Dina don't have much in common..."

Helen simpered. "I'll try not to spoil him for 'little' girls!"

"It's settled, then. I'll prep him and bring him by, after school." Rick confirmed.

"How are we going to present the whole thing?"

Mandi piped up, "How about this? Rick and I come home, and start making out, somewhere close enough that the noise carries. That should turn you both on. You can wear something revealing, and be there when he gets hot!"

Rick looked sidelong at Helen. "I like it..."

"Me, too," Helen replied. "I'll wear something loose and revealing. We might actually keep him from being too obnoxious! I get off at 2:00 - should be no problem!"

"Good." Rick crushed Mandi to him, to her obvious delight. "Uh, if you'll excuse us?"

"Go on," Helen sighed. "I guess I can wait one more night..."



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Chapter 25: All the wrong places...


They didn't make it upstairs. Mandi tackled Rick on the fourth stair. Rick whirled around until he was seated, ready to wrestle, but Mandi was standing on the second stair, bent forward, presenting her lips. As they kissed, Mandi began rubbing Rick's already hardened penis through his jeans. Rick moaned and reached out to reorganize Mandi's loose top so that her breasts were exposed through the armholes. He took a nipple in each hand, rubbing and gently twisting the rapidly hardening nubs. Mandi's kissing became feverish. After a few moments, she began tearing at Rick's jeans. Rick lowered his hands enough to handle the belt and the zipper, then raised up a bit as Mandi all but ripped them off. Warm hands around his erection caused Rick to emit another groan, and his hands again sought Mandi's breasts. Mandi softly jacked him a few times, but decided that that wasn't good enough. She broke the kiss and lowered her head to his crotch, first licking the underside of the purpling head of his cock, then capturing the crown behind her lips.

Rick was galvanized. His knees locked, and a soft "Ahhhhh..." escaped him as his eyes rolled back over the cascade of sensation. After a few moments, the initial rush of sensation dimmed somewhat, and he returned his attentions to Mandi's aroused nipples. Mandi whimpered around his cock. Every twisting caress seemed to make the inner walls of her vagina writhe. Her pajama bottoms were already soaked at the crotch.

That's how Helen found them when she came around the corner to find out what the commotion was on the stairs - Mandi's head bobbing over Rick's engorged erection, his hands cupping the tips of her pendulous breasts. Mandi was unconsciously hunching her hips as the fire in her pussy grew hotter and hotter. Helen's initial shock faded to voyeuristic lust as she took in the scene. Rick became aware of Helen, but merely smiled gently as he watched her hand slowly steal to her crotch, apparently of its own accord.

Helen was amazed. Rick was HUGE, but her vantage point allowed her to see Mandi's lower lip come into contact with the edge of Rick's scrotum on the downstroke. She wasn't any more amazed than Rick - but he wasn't complaining. On every downstroke, Mandi had a small fight with her gag reflex - and the sensations generated were incredible for Rick.

By now, Helen's right hand was fully engaged, her thumb crushing her clitoris against the two fingers she had driving into her wet cunt. Her left was giving the huge nipple of her right breast hell, twisting and pulling. She leaned back against the stairwell wall on shaking knees, thoroughly enjoying the scene before her.

The stimulus of the action on his cock, the feel of warm nipple flesh in his hands, and the sights of his lover at work and her mother masturbating in the background were too much for Rick. With an urgent shout of "Mandeeeee!!!" he lurched, throwing his head back and driving his penis deep into her throat as his knees again locked. Mandi took the first shot directly down her throat, but pulled back for the rest, collecting the salt- sweet fluid in her mouth. Rick's cock didn't actually go down, but it softened a bit after a few moments. Mandi cleaned him off, maintaining the collected sperm in her mouth. She rose up, playing with it, savoring the taste. As she tilted the head back to swallow, a familiar voice asked tentatively "C-can I have some?" Mandi whirled in surprise, to find her mother leaning back against the stairwell wall on weak knees, masturbating to beat the band. Helen's shoulders and breasts were carrying the flush of full arousal, and she was gasping and panting. Mandi raised her eyebrow and glanced at Rick, who shrugged and nodded. She stepped forward, and locked her lips on her mother's, opening her mouth. The pair kissed hotly, dueling tongues moving Rick's seed back and forth between them. Mandi, sensing an opportunity, began abusing Helen's other giant nipple. The combination of the kiss with its erotic payload, and the nipple tease brought Helen the final stretch. She went entirely rigid, her eyes rolled back, not even noticing as she bashed her head against the stairwell wall. She swallowed her mouthful of precious (to her) sperm, then began a breathless keening wail that went on for almost a minute as she alternately went totally rigid and relaxed against the wall.

Mandi maintained the stimulation, taking on the other breast when Helen released it to concentrate on the vagina and clitoris with both hands. She was still doing this, standing one step above the landing and bending forward, when Rick rose up and penetrated her weeping vagina from the rear in one swift thrust, causing her to lurch up a bit in surprise and pleasure, involuntarily pinching Helen's nipples cruelly. At that point, however, it was just an added stimulus to Helen, who gasped and convulsed again. Mandi let go and grasped the handrail in support as Rick began an insistent pounding rhythm. The sight of the mother and daughter hotly kissing and fondling as Helen approached orgasm had brought him to a fever pitch of lust.

Helen came back to herself to the view of her daughter bent over facing her, Rick's penis and balls visible from below as he drove into her. Mandi was purring, her eyes lidded, as her breasts swayed to the pounding she was getting. Helen had never seen anything so openly erotic, and she stumbled up and staggered to her bedroom, returning with her favorite dildo, a flesh-colored mock penis with huge veins and a mushroom head. She sat herself on the floor of the landing and began driving it into the more than well-lubricated sheath of her vagina, mesmerized by the live sex show she was getting from her daughter and her lover. Mandi summoned a grin and grunted out between thrusts, "I - thought - you were - going to - leave us - alone?"

"If you had gotten to your room, I would have!" Helen gasped. "But if you're going to play in the public rooms, you can play to the public!"

Rick grinned. "It seems none of us could wait!" he wheezed. The sight of Mandi's mother driving that dildo into her vagina was pushing him over the edge.

Mandi was drifting somewhat, remembering the first time she had seen her mother with the dildo - that memorable day when she was 13... 



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Chapter 26: In the beginning...


Mandi had stood mesmerized, watching her mother drive the long rubbery object into her soaking vagina, weeping in frustration. When she detected her daughter, shame didn't occur to her - she was too far gone. "I can't manage to finish!" she wailed. "Every time I get close, I stiffen up, and then I can't move it any more!" Mandi had slowly drifted into the room, eyes fixed upon her mother's salacious activity while her own vagina became moist. Helen's eyes rolled as she fought to get that last few steps over the peak. "H-help me!" she wailed.

Mandi, who had drifted into close enough range for physical contact, reached out tentatively, then withdrew her hand, "How?"

"Pinch my nipples! Touch me - there - you know where!"

Mandi reached out tentatively, and brushed her hand across her mother's stiff nipples, causing her to arch her back to obtain better contact, gasping, "Yesss..." Encouraged, Mandi reached out with her right hand, and gently grasped Helen's taut left nipple. Helen was beside herself. Mandi could have been ANYBODY - it didn't matter that she was her daughter. Helen had been living just below the peak of an orgasm for almost 30 minutes, and was about to die of frustration. So it was that her next words were not chosen with a whole lot of care... "Pull it! Pinch it! Twist it! Lick it! Suck it! Bite it! Pleeease!"

Mandi was somewhat taken aback. To say that she had never seen her mother like this was an understatement. Her sexual education (both formal and informal), however, gave her some grasp of what was going on. She dived in and took a distended nipple in each hand and began following her mother's somewhat garbled instructions. The results were gratifying: Helen's eyes rolled up, and she stiffened, quivering, and emitted a low, breathy howl that lasted several seconds. Unfortunately, she lost motor control of the hand driving the false penis into her grasping vagina, and, with it, one of the prime components of her stimulation. After about 30 seconds of reaching futilely for that last crucial bit of sensation, she went slack, crying bitterly.

This upset Mandi tremendously. "I'm sorry Momma - did I do something wrong?" she asked, preparing to cry.

"No, Baby, you did just fine!" her mother gasped. "When I go stiff, I can't keep THIS moving" waving the dildo "and I can't quite..."

"Cum?" Mandi supplied. After a second, she said, "Well, keep going, and I'll see what I can do..."

Helen reinserted the dildo, and resumed her quest for fulfillment. Mandi resumed her ministrations on Helen's breasts, and in only a couple of minutes, Helen had again reached the plateau. Mandi reoriented, switching hands so that her left hand was teasing Helen's left nipple, and her right was working in close on the right. Then she took her courage in hand, and lowered her mouth onto the right nipple. Helen went instantly rigid, howling, "OOOOOOOOOOO..." Mandi, detecting that the dildo had again halted, reached out with her freed right hand - but she never got there. She came up short on the first grab, cupping her fingers directly onto Helen's distended clitoris, rather than the base of the dildo. That did it. Helen went absolutely nuts, initiating a jackhammering series of thrashing bounces on the bed. Mandi held on for dear life. She was certain that her mother was having an epileptic seizure - but just in case it WASN'T, she wasn't going to stop doing whatever was working so well. Mandi watched in fascination as the dildo - which had only been half inserted when Helen had abruptly lost control of it to grab a double handful of sheet - was slowly sucked in to the hilt by the pulsations of Helen's vagina. Despite her location with her head at her mother's breast, she could SEE the surface component of the powerful contractions as the tendons connecting her inner thighs to her pudenda stood out like cables.

Helen was a skyrocket in the world's largest fireworks display. The climax that she had fought for so hard and so long would not be denied. She was one giant nerve ending. Making sounds was impossible - she had stopped breathing. After about 90 seconds of crescendoing waves of sensation, she lost consciousness.

Mandi became frantic when her mother went limp. She became certain that it HAD been a seizure. "Momma! Momma!" she shouted. She shook Helen, getting a groggy response. She then put her head on Helen's chest, and was soothed somewhat by the sound of the heartbeat she found there. Remembering that epileptics were prone to biting their tongues, she positioned herself near her mother's head, and prepared to pry open her jaw by putting her thumb on her chin and pulling down. As she set herself above her mother's head so that she could gaze into her mouth, Helen began to swim up from unconsciousness. Feeling the hand on her chin, Helen swung an arm up, cupped Mandi's head to her, and kissed her full on the lips, opening her mouth and driving her tongue between Mandi's surprised lips. Mandi's surprise turned to relief as she realized that the tongue in her mouth was obviously fully functional. She relaxed, hugged herself to her mother, and returned the kiss, which broke only when Helen realized just who it was she was kissing.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Dear!" Helen cried.

"It's OK, Momma. Are you all right? You scared me to death!"

"I'm fine, Dear. In fact, I'm better than I've been in some time..." The enormity of what she had done in her extremity began to dawn on Helen, and, with it, a certain amount of guilt. "I'm SO sorry, Baby - I just got carried away!"

"Was that an orgasm? Wow!" Mandi burst out.

"Yes, Dear. Best I've had in a long time, too! Thank you! I couldn't have done it without you!" Once again, the implications sank in, and Helen looked thoughtfully at her daughter, who, in her turn, regarded her mother sidelong.

Mandi broke the silence that followed, "Uh, am I going to need help, too?"

Helen grinned. If there was going to be a problem, it was already here... "Quite possibly. Until we can bring in a man around here, maybe we can 'help each other' -periodically - it'll be our little secret..."



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Chapter 27: Stairway to... ?


Mandi came back to the present when Rick adjusted his stroke to spike his testicles against her clitoris. Rick was going to town - the sight of Helen administering the dildo to herself added a dimension above even the wonderful feel of Mandi's soft, warm vaginal sheath. Mandi had to agree, and the fact that Helen was wholly absorbed in the scene before HER as Rick's long cock drove his balls against Mandi's mound. The two women locked eyes, and both began breathing harshly through their noses as a feedback loop began to operate, detected arousal in one heightening the arousal of the other, which in turn caused another increase... For Mandi, the effect of Rick's efforts was not to be denied. She began to quiver and shake, a high whine rising from the back of her throat. Her legs began to bounce as they attempted to lock into rigidity. When the peak arrived, Mandi bent low and slammed herself into her lover, burying his penis deep. Rick recognized the problem and fell back onto the stair, dragging Mandi with him, straightening her back against his chest and grabbing both breasts and pinching the nipples. Mandi locked up and began to arch, threatening to extract Rick's cock in the process. Helen lurched up and dove onto her, pressing her back at the hips, which stopped the threatened arch and triggered multiple detonations behind Mandi's eyelids. Mandi's vagina began pulsing strongly around Rick's buried cock, but he might not have made it if Helen hadn't begun laving his balls with her tongue. Rick erupted in huge jets, which began to leak from the loose pussy lips wrapped around his buried cock. Helen supped on this mixture as if it were ambrosia, working hard for the tantalizing fluid.

As Rick began to recover, he gazed down at a somewhat timidly nervous Helen, smiled, and said "Thanks!"

Rick's cock began to lose its tumescence, and Mandi slowly came down from her orgasm, to find her mother looking up at her from their joined crotches, a timid question in her eyes. "Go ahead, Momma - you earned it!" she sighed.

Helen extracted Rick's semi-hard cock, and popped it between her lips. The touch! The taste! She worshipped it with her mouth, and despite recent activity, it began to swell and harden. That did it - Helen almost began to orgasm just from the joy of again tasting a rigid cock! She dove on it and tried to swallow it, but poor Rick was too flagged to maintain his erection. Still, she cleaned it lovingly, and likewise cleaned their mixed juices from her daughter's channel., then kissed them both and retired to her room, deeply happy, if not satiated.

Rick and Mandi dragged themselves slowly upstairs and collapsed on Mandi's bed. After 30 minutes of heavy petting, they made slow, langorous love, barely moving until the urgency overcame them. Rick left for home about 10:30, thoroughly wrung out, leaving Mandi smiling dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.



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Chapter 28: Tough times


Monday afternoon found Terry offering Jackie a ride home. His car was a hand-me-down, a somewhat beat-up Subaru station wagon. While things might have been worse a couple of decades in the past when such things were huge, it still wasn't exactly a status symbol. 'On the other hand, ' thought Terry ruefully, as Jackie settled into the other front bucket, 'those older crates had bench seats... ' The couple had hit it off well together on the previous Thursday, but had had precious little time together - and no privacy. Terry's parents took a benign interest in his activities, but hadn't quite realized that he was no longer 12 - and therefore had not relaxed various restrictions placed upon him at a younger age to keep him from getting in trouble with bigger kids. Terry hadn't chafed under those restrictions - until now. Jackie's mother, fearful of the kind of trouble Jackie's undeserved reputation might land her in, was also pretty restrictive. Dating was to be in a group - preferably all girls. Both had (unnecessary, due to their level of academic achievement) restrictions on school night activities - the previous Thursday had been an exception for them both.

"Well, this is it." Terry announced, waving vaguely at the wagon's interior. "Not much..."

Jackie looked around. The back seat held a small cluster of books on computer programming languages and electronics, while the rear cargo area held an untidy pile of scrap computer parts. Terry had put up sun filtering film on the rear deck windows to keep the upholstery from fading. "Well, it has possibilities..."

"Huh?" Terry's head popped up. He spun and gave the vehicle's rear areas another, more critical examination. 'Ditch the spare parts, fold down the seat, camping mattress - yeah... ' "Guess it does, doesn't it?" He smiled at Jackie, who smiled back. "Okay, so where to?"

Jackie directed him to her address, where they parked out front, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes. Jackie's mother, Jennifer, had not yet arrived home from her job at a local clothing manufacturer; Jackie was used to doing her homework solo before her mother's arrival. Both entertained the idea of doing homework together, but both feared Jennifer's reaction to finding Jackie at home alone with a boy for ANY purpose. Nothing much was said; oddly, verbal communication between them was apparently almost unnecessary. When Terry announced, "We need a project!", Jackie knew immediately that what Terry meant was that if they could engineer a collaborative science project or something that they were partnering on, it would offer an excuse to provide either set of parents for going to each other's homes. And while neither of them had any compunction about engineering a project, neither of them gave any thought to lying about it.

"What type?" Jackie asked.

"I dunno. Chemistry? DP?"

"DP." Jackie picked Data Processing because they had different lab partners in Chemistry, and Mr. Sloane might smell something fishy. Ms. Hazeltine, the Data Processing teacher, was likely to approve a collaborative project for extra credit, and had no static partnership structure in her class. Besides, she was a kindred soul; even if she detected the underlying reason, she would turn a blind eye - or maybe even help!

They communed a bit longer, then Jackie leaned over and gave Terry a long kiss, cradling his face in her hands, then turned and exited the car. Terry accepted the implied dismissal graciously, saying "I'll call you!" and drove off.

When Terry arrived home 45 minutes late and unaccountably pleased with himself, an alarm began to ring in Ellen Michaels' brain. "You're late. Where were you?" she asked, studiedly casual.

Terry sensed a trap. "I took a friend home..." he replied, poker faced.

Ellen knew now that SOMETHING was up - and that she wasn't going to be able to get it out of him. So she responded with a noncommittal "Oh, OK.", and allowed him to escape to his room. Later, after he had finished his homework, she watched him go out to the car and remove his 'spares', storing them in his corner of the garage. She managed to find an excuse to go outside, arriving in time to officiate as he tested folding down the back seat. "Looking to carry something large?"

Terry's face went blank, and his brain went into overdrive. After a moment, but not quite so long as a pregnant pause, he replied, "Not THAT big - but somewhat delicate. I need a flat surface, and I'll need to pad the surface so the components won't be damaged. Do we still have that old camping mattress?"

"It's in the garage attic."

"Great! I'll use an old Army blanket as a cover..." He paused, remembering that Army blankets were scratchy, "Or maybe a quilt..."

Ellen, who had momentarily been mollified, again went on alert. "So what is this thing?"

Terry, picturing Jackie, began dissembling. "New mobile AI. It's long, but I should be able to articulate it for storage," he said, picturing Jackie on her back on the load floor with her knees bent. "I'm not sure how sensitive the sensor array is, so I've got to be careful with it." He started grinning. 'I wonder what Jackie would think of THAT description?' he wondered, picturing himself stroking her body.

The grin actually threw his mother off the scent somewhat. "Well, okay - just don't chop up that mattress..." she warned, doubtfully.

"Okay!" Terry watched her retreat, not quite waiting long enough for his sigh of relief to be inaudible. He turned and continued with his modifications.

When Terry's father, Paul Michaels, came home from the corporate data center where he worked, Ellen met him at the door. "Terry's up to something," she announced.

"Oh?" he responded.

"I can't figure out what it is, but he's covering something. He wandered in late, telling me he took someone home; now he's out rearranging his car!"

Paul was no idiot. Clues that Terry had managed to provide misdirection for under the direct attacks by his mother made for an obvious pattern on objective analysis. Paul grinned, but said nothing, and went outside to look in on his only son. He found Terry folding the seat back up, experimenting with what to do with the camping mattress with the seat in its upright position. "So, you've discovered girls, have you?" he asked.

Terry blushed crimson. There was absolutely no covering it. "Hi, Dad."

"You almost pulled the wool over your mother's eyes, somehow - but..."

"C'mon Dad, I discovered girls a long time ago!" Terry was gamely trying.

"Then a girl has discovered you!" his father responded. "And you have nowhere to go with her..." he continued, eyeing the car. "I gather that we need to adjust your working parameters?"

Terry gave up. "Probably. I don't know if I can handle what Mom is going to put us both through!"

"Got a plan?" his father asked, grinning.

"Yeah, but it's not ready. I hope I won't have to rely on this..." Terry responded.

"Me, too. Your mother will crater the ceiling when she figures it out! Let's hope you plan works! In the meantime, what did you tell her?"

"New mobile AI - very fragile. Sensitive sensor array." Terry grinned.

"Is she?" Paul grinned back.

"Could be... she's about my size."

Paul reached out and plucked something off Terry's sweater - a nine inch auburn hair, "Redhead, huh?" Terry pinked again, and nodded. "Okay - you done?" Terry nodded again, and the pair went inside for dinner.

At dinner, Terry asked for a loosening of his current curfew. Paul allowed it, moving the time from 8:00 to 11:00 p.m. on weekends, and loosening weekday restrictions. "After all, Ellen - he's a senior in high school! I've seen the group he runs with, and with Tim around, he's safe from bullies."

Ellen was less than pleased. "What about the Prom?" she asked.

Terry looked up from his asparagus, "I'm going."

"Alone?" Ellen pressed, exasperated.

"I'm working on something..." Terry replied.

His mother's attitudes were puzzling to Terry. She wanted him to "meet nice girls", but was so overprotective of him that he had no social life. She feared for his safety, knowing that larger, less intelligent boys sometimes became offended when their shortcomings were exposed and retaliated by beating the offender.

Ellen knew that she couldn't protect Terry forever - but it didn't keep her from trying. Terry didn't have a car because of the distance or the convenience, but because it reduced the exposure to threats that he might have had while walking home from school. She was also aware that his size, intelligence, and shy demeanor were going to make it difficult for him to make himself noticeable to a girl - which was why she pushed him in matters such as the Prom. The irony was that they both knew that she would give any girl he brought home the third degree. She couldn't help it; it would take an uncommon girl to be good enough for Terry.

Ellen also knew that Terry was more than ready to discover girls. She had discovered him masturbating three years ago - an incident that had embarrassed them both quite a bit. The picture of his erection had graven itself on her brain - primarily because of its size! Terry apparently didn't take after Paul, whose 6 1/2" penis was clearly average; Terry had sported at least 7" at age 13! She knew that you don't have equipment like that and ignore sex, and she was afraid that the temptation to scratch that male itch would drive Terry to do something foolish. The solution to THAT problem had failed to present itself - and, frankly, probably wouldn't. Any young woman of loose enough morals to provide Terry with relief undoubtedly wouldn't meet Ellen's other criteria... 

Paul worried, too, but he was much more sensible about it. He knew that sheltering Terry at this late date would not be to his benefit. He also knew that he was going to have an argument with Ellen over it. He sighed as he watched Terry head up to bed. Ellen turned to him, "Well?"

"It's a robotics project. It's so delicate, it'll probably never leave school, let alone work. He thinks he's wasting his time, but is making plans, anyway - that's why you got the mixed cues."

"Hmmm." Ellen replied, still unconvinced, "Why did you decide to let him start running around at all hours?"

"I didn't. His rules are still more restrictive than any of his friends'. The boy is a high school senior - he needs to start operating on his own! How will he handle himself in college if he doesn't? You KNOW we can't tie him to the Podunk community college in THIS town. He's going to get a scholarship to a good school, and we're going to have to let him go!" College was Paul's secret weapon. Ellen's ambitions for the boy dictated that he attend a high-end school. Anything that supported that goal must be considered.

Ellen submitted with ill grace. She knew Paul was right - but she didn't have to admit it. And she didn't have to reward him for it, either. So Paul got the flannel nightie and the obdurate back (again!)

Jennifer Hardesty came home to find Jackie hard at work on her homework. "More today than usual, Dear?" she asked.

"No, Mama, I'm just a bit behind - I goofed off a bit on the way home." Jackie returned, absently, stepping through the solution to a calculus problem.

Jennifer frowned, then went into the kitchen to toss the chicken breasts into the microwave to thaw. "Who were you with? Anyone I know?" she called.

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Not really. A friend I share a couple of classes with. This was the first time we ever got together."

"Did you bring her home?"

Jackie didn't care to correct THIS mistake. "We stayed outside."

"Okay. We need to talk before you let anyone in."

"No problem, Mama." 'Please let Ms. Hazeltine approve the project!'

Dinner time seemed to be a good time to bring up the Prom. "Mama, I want to go to the Prom."

Jennifer produced a level stare. "Alone?"

"No, I'll have a date."

"We haven't exactly had hot and cold running boys around here..." Jennifer chided.

"Where would I put them?" Jackie snarled. "I couldn't bring one home if I HAD one!"

"Well, your reputation..."

"... Is something I'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH!" Jackie was fire engine red. She took a breath, calmed a bit, and went on, more reasonably, "Actually, it makes things easier. It divides the male half of the human race into 3 groups - jerks, sheep, and extremely nice boys. Jerks want in my pants - but I can detect a jerk. Sheep won't have anything to do with me - and vice versa. Extremely nice boys can see past the 'legend' to the real me. I think that if I bring home a boy, you can pretty well bet he'll be in the third group."

"You can't be certain of filtering the jerks, Hon." Jennifer Hardesty was, basically, scared to death of men. She had never recovered from the plunge she took after her smooth, fast-talking boyfriend dropped her like a rock when she announced her pregnancy 17 years before. Single motherhood had offered her a retreat from social interaction and time to develop a hard shell over some really tender unhealed wounds. Jackie's run-in with the football team 2 years before had mortified her, indicating that she had failed to impart the lessons she had learned about men.

"That may be so, Mama, but you're not much help. In fact, I'm not sure you could tell, either - you haven't had much practice!"

That stung. "Fine! You drag your potentials around, and we'll place bets! Just be prepared to pay off!" Jennifer got up from the table and stomped to her room, fuming, ending the confrontation before she REALLY got mad.

Jackie cleaned up after supper. This wasn't the first time her mother had stomped off - it was a regular thing. She seemed to be holding herself in tight - all the time. It was as if she was afraid that if she loosened up at all she would explode! It was clear to Jackie that her mother had some kind of problem - but the nature of the beast escaped her. Jackie felt bad about triggering the confrontation - but not about the results. She would present Terry when the time was right, and collect on that bet!



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Chapter 29: Tuesday Afternoon: Boot Camp


Rick connected with Bobby over lunch, and 'invited' him to go to Mandi's with him. Mandi went home separately to prepare the way and to provide privacy for 'guy talk'. As they sauntered along, Rick started softening Bobby up, "So, when are you and Dina gonna do it?"

Bobby went white. "Uh, everybody else thinks we already have..."

Rick skewered him with a stare, "I know better. But I also know that it may happen. My concern here is that if you do it, it gets done right! Have you done it before?"

Bobby knew better than to bluff. "No. We've been real close, but..."

"... You embarrassed yourself. Blew your wad all over!"

"How did you know!!???" Bobby was pissed. Dina had told on him!

Rick grinned. "I didn't - you just told me!"

"Awwww!!!" Bobby fumed.

Rick continued, "That's what I want to avoid. I want Dina's first time to be as good as possible - for both of you. For that reason, I'm looking to get YOU some experience!"

"What?" Bobby was nonplussed. "What did you say?"

"I'm trying to organize some training for you, so you're familiar with the process and your responses, and can control yourself on the big night!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you talking about arranging for me to get laid?"

"Yeah. But beggars can't be choosers. If I set up the situation, will you take advantage of it, no matter WHO is on the other end?" Rick pressed.

Bobby looked suspicious. "There's a catch buried in here, somewhere..."

"Not really - I'm just letting you know that if I arrange for you to familiarize yourself with pussy, the trainer won't resemble Dina. Oh, and it's NOT Mandi - I'm not passing her around, whether I can get away with it or not. The purpose of the exercise will be for you to learn to control yourself while getting your dick wet. Got it?"

"Okay, I'm game." Bobby's brain was running in overdrive, trying to figure out how Rick suddenly had access to sharable pussy - why was pretty clear. If he had this stuff all along, how come HE was a virgin last Sunday? He shrugged and put it away as they turned up the walk at the Giannelli's.

Helen met them at the door, wearing a wraparound dress that was wrapped much more loosely than would have been considered normal. The loose fit turned a more or less modest neckline into something that plunged halfway to her navel. Bobby took in an eyeful. He had not failed to notice Helen on Sunday, but in the company of Dina... Today, however, she was much more exposed than she had been on Sunday, despite the fact that then she had been in a housecoat, and now she was in a dress. Helen caught the look and smiled to herself, ensuring that he supplemented it with a picture of the underside of her left breast through the armhole of the loose dress as she waved them in. "Mandi will be down in a moment." As she moved off, Rick examined the short skirt and decided that it had been deliberately altered for brevity. He smiled to himself. Helen was playing for keeps; Bobby was as good as hooked.

Bobby was totally distracted, thinking, 'For a big bitch, Mandi's mom is one racy number! Does she run around like that all the time? Maybe I should invite myself over a few times... '

Mandi came downstairs in a halter and what looked like pajama bottoms - loose ones, at that. Rick motioned Bobby to the couch, and sat down in the loveseat opposite, saying, "I've got to make some calls," and winking. Rick picked up the phone, and pretended to make a call. While he sat there, pretending the phone was ringing, Mandi snuggled up, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and began playing with her right nipple, through the thin top. After a few seconds, Rick pretended that he got someone, "Hi! Is Tina there? OK. Can I leave a message? OK. Later." During this fictitious conversation, Mandi smiled, and reached up, lifting the neck of the halter over her head, dropping it down in front and exposing her breasts. She then adjusted Rick's hand so that he had unimpeded access to her right nipple. She totally ignored Bobby - but the reverse wasn't true! Bobby's eyes nearly burst out of their sockets! 'Holy Shit! He's got HER trained!' Bobby thought. He watched Rick fondle Mandi's breast, getting an eyeful as the nipple elongated and the areole crinkled. Mandi's shoulders began to flush, and she settled against Rick, opening her legs. This allowed a rather poor view of her pussy via the leg of her pajama bottoms - but it WAS a view. Bobby was rock hard. Mandi then upped the ante by unzipping Rick's jeans and fishing out his cock.

Off to one side, Helen hovered just inside the kitchen doorway, where she could see Mandi and Rick clearly, and Bobby via a strategically placed mirror - but Bobby couldn't see her. She was virtually drooling as she watched Rick's cock disappear between Mandi's lips. She became rapidly wet, too, and decided that it was time for the next act. Scooping up a tray of snacks, she swayed into the living room placing herself just to the right of the clear line of sight between Bobby and the couple on the loveseat. Then she spread her feet shoulder width apart and bent fully from the waist, presenting the tray very low so as not to obscure the view provided. The effect was everything she could have hoped for: she collected Bobby's attention, then riveted it. When she bent forward, the loose wraparound dress gaped twice, once above and once below the waist. Her giant breasts were exposed fully from shoulder to elongated nipple, hanging there, pendant, above the gap in the skirt that exposed her furry mound. "Care for a snack?" she asked, throatily.

Bobby was already beside himself when Helen arrived. The view down her dress nearly stopped his heart. Once he had laid eyes on those huge hooters, nothing in the world could have stopped him from responding to the challenge in Helen's eyes reaching down her open top to touch them. Bobby reached first one hand, and then both into Helen's top, cradling the masses of flesh and squeezing the nipples between two fingers. He was absolutely mesmerized.

Now it was Rick and Mandi's turn to settle back and enjoy the show. Mandi stopped sucking Rick's cock so that she could watch, maintaining the sensations by gently jacking it.

Helen one-handed the tray out of the way with her left hand, it having served its purpose, then reached up and undid the tie around her waist holding the dress closed. The dress gaped open, leaving her in total frontal nudity. She then reached around and, placing her hand on the back of Bobby's head, drew him to her chest. For his part, Bobby was all too willing. There was a lot of woman here, at very close range - and he was intent on experiencing it all! Helen reached into Bobby's lap and purred, "C'mon Baby - we're gonna fuck!" She let him distract himself with her huge breasts while she worked his zipper, then pulled his jeans down over his knees.

Bobby lifted himself in the seat without releasing those miraculous breasts, then resumed his seat on the edge of the couch. Helen reveled in the feel of his adolescent cock, jacking it softly. As she bent to take it between her lips, Bobby locked eyes with a grinning Rick. "You tricked me!"

"You're complaining?" Rick replied, as Bobby gasped, shuddered, and his eyes unfocused to the sensation of Helen's mouth closing over the head of his penis. Helen barely got the thing to the back of her throat before Bobby said "WAAAAAAHHH!", went stiff as a board, and began pouring semen down her throat. "I thought not," said Rick quietly, smiling.

Bobby recovered, mortally embarrassed - but Helen wasn't going to let him off the hook so quickly. "We're not done yet!" she announced. "Do you eat pussy?" At Bobby's wordless nod, she declared, "Then its 69 time!" She tugged Bobby to the floor, arranging him in a supine position, then settled her shanks over his face, gently, and bent to resume fellating him. The taste of man-cum in her mouth was ambrosia, and she wanted more.

Like everything else on her, Helen's gash was huge - but it smelled good, and Bobby lost no time testing the taste. He ran his tongue up from her clitoral hood to her perineum; a flat laving that opened her labia and exposed the wet, pink flesh beneath. When he had repeated this action three times, he plunged his tongue into her exposed vaginal opening. Helen raised up off his penis and exclaimed "OOOO! You DO know what you're doing!" and went back to work on his erection with renewed vigor. This was only an appetizer, however, and was not allowed to last long. Bobby never quite lost the erection he started with, so it took very little effort to make him again rock hard. Helen popped up, rotated 180 degrees to face him, and draped her spittle-soaked labia over his erection. She looked deep into Bobby's eyes, smiled, and began to impale herself.

Bobby, remembering why he was there, struggled for control in the cascade of incredible sensations. Helen was tight despite her age and the size of the external interface! She hadn't had manflesh in years, and dildo exercises hadn't ruined her. Bobby managed to succeed - but Helen didn't. Her eyes rolled up, she began to shake, and she screamed "Cuuuummmmming!" at the top of her lungs, then went wild atop him, thrashing about with a fine lack of coordination. Mandi picked that moment to settle onto Rick's erection, and the mother and daughter locked eyes as Helen's resumed focus. Rick grinned tightly at Bobby, and, despite the fact that both males were on the bottom, they began to drive. The girls endured this for about 90 seconds, then both dropped forward so that they could be attacked doggy- style, and began kissing each other. Rick managed to stay sheathed during the maneuver, but Bobby had too far to go. It took mere moments, however, for him to make the adjustment and re-plunge into Helen's dripping pussy, eliciting a happy moan. At that point, the males began long-stroking, pulling their cocks almost all of the way out and driving them to the hilt at a moderate pace designed to extend everyone's pleasure. It took Helen about 3 1/2 minutes to rear up, grabbing Mandi's shoulders, and scream her orgasm into her mouth while Mandi held her in place to keep her back from arching and displacing Bobby's penis. Helen returned the favor for Mandi 3 minutes later.

Meanwhile, the males had made a silent pact to ensure two more orgasms in their partners, and were grimly holding on, maintaining the stimulation while holding off their own climaxes. Bobby was extremely proud of himself - he was doing quite well. Rick, on the other hand, was laboring to maintain his aplomb due to the fact that he hadn't had a blow job to take the edge off. Nonetheless, Mandi beat Helen to a second climax (Helen's third) by about 20 seconds, and Rick managed to hang on until her vagina's milking action proved too intense. Seconds later, Bobby dropped his first load in a female vagina as the contractions from Helen's climax wrung his penis unmercifully. The women collapsed forward, the men atop them, still buried in sweet meat. After a moment, Bobby rose up on his arms, and declared, "Wow! That was incredible!" Rick nodded, while the women sighed a contented "Mmmmm hmmmm!" in unplanned unison.

Later, as Rick and Bobby prepared to leave, Helen admonished Bobby, "You did a fine job - but we want to make sure you're ready! Come back Thursday, and we'll go through a couple more positions!" Bobby nodded. Oddly, he hadn't said anything gauche the entire visit! Helen gave him a big kiss and pushed him out the door.



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Chapter 30: Tuesday Evening: Busted!


Bobby got home after Big Al, and it was obvious that he wasn't himself. His dazed responses to Big Al's questions left Al scratching his head. Bobby's brother didn't do too much better. Bobby was sitting at the dinner table, staring off into space and grinning faintly when the light began to dawn for Big Al. Mike, Bobby's 24 year old brother, asked him to pass the peas, then wrinkled his nose. "What's that smell?"

Bobby asked, "What smell?", then got thoughtful, then looked somewhat guilty, and retracted his hands.

"Yeah, what smell?" echoed Big Al, who sniffed a bit, then got up and went across the table to Bobby's place. He bent down next to Bobby's face, and said "I don't smell any... Waitaminnit! I know that..." The fact that his cock had started to harden caused the last piece of the puzzle to fall into place. "Pussy! You been eatin' pussy! Swimmin in the stuff, apparently! And that look on your face is because you got laid, too - isn't it?"

Bobby went beet red. "Yeah," he mumbled.

"Well, I'll be goddamned! When did you start dipping your wick? You better have used a rubber! I don't want any grandkids yet!"

The novel thought of having children by Helen Giannelli brought a look of total shock to Bobby's face that was comical to see. He bolted up and ran into the living room, and began feverishly thumbing through the student directory for Mandi's number. He dialed it with shaking hands.

Mandi answered, "Giannelli residence."

"Mandi, this is Bobby. Uh - Can you ask - what about protection?" 'Your mother' was left out, but implied - Bobby was eyeing his father, who was standing in the door trying to decide whether to be amused or pissed. This was one secret he didn't want let out! Fucking a 40 year old woman was like riding a Honda - great until your Harley riding friends found out!

Mandi snickered. "Momma! Have you kept up with your pills? Bobby wants to know!"

Helen grinned, then turned serous. "Tell him 'Yes', then tell him we'll have to train him with rubbers - so he should bring some next time!"

Mandi related this information, grinning hugely. Bobby thanked her and hung up heaving a big sigh of relief. Big Al looked truculent. "Next time, ask her FIRST, stupid!" he admonished, then he grinned and clapped Bobby on the back. "Congratulations! Welcome to manhood! You gonna be getting a regular supply?"

Bobby thought this one over, trying to figure out how to deal with it. "I'm not sure yet," he replied.

"How many times did she cum?" his father asked.

"Three."

"You're in like Flynn. Congrats! Wish I had a steady supply!"

Bobby blinked. 'Well, when I'm done with her... ' he thought, 'who knows?'



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Chapter 31: Tuesday afternoon: The Michaels'


After school, Jackie met Terry in the parking lot. The day had gone surprisingly well - Terry had attained some freedom the previous evening, and Ms. Hazeltine had proven to be every bit as pliant as hoped. She approved the plan for an extra credit project to insert fund transfer functionality into the bookkeeping software that the class was utilizing as a project, and after looking at the pair for a moment and smiling gently, approved a more than generous 4 week timeline for the project. The couple decided that the initial evening of 'project work' should occur at Terry's house. So it was that Jackie entered the Michaels' home behind a whistling Terry, after a quick kiss on the porch to steady her nerves.

Ellen looked up from the shopping list she was creating, "Hello Sweetheart, how was sch... ?" She stopped dead in mid-sentence. There was a GIRL behind Terry, standing rather nervously in the living room! Jackie might as well have been a creature from outer space; Ellen was caught totally unprepared.

"Hi, Mom. This is Jackie. She's my partner for a project Ms. Hazeltine assigned us in DP class." Terry's voiced was studiedly casual.

Ellen got up, came over and shook Jackie's hand, gently. The "Pleased to meet you" was in a decidedly bemused tone, however. Her baby brought a GIRL home? Ellen stepped back and blatantly examined Terry's guest - and had to admit, grudgingly, that she liked what she saw. Jackie was a classic auburn redhead, slight, freckled, and small breasted, with that hint of softness to her flesh that redheads can be heir to. Ellen blinked, shook her head, and said, "Sorry - Terry never brought home a g - I mean Terry seldom brings home guests." Turning to Terry, she asked, "Where are you two planning to work?"

"Well," Terry temporized, "We're gonna need a system - I figure up in my room..."

Ellen arched her eyebrow, "I think not! You can use the system in the den!"

"Aw, Mom! I'll have to spend all kinds of time setting up and dragging crap across the LAN from the systems in my room!"

"Perhaps - but I'm sure Jackie's mother would be much more comfortable with this arrangement than the idea of her spending time alone in a boy's bedroom!"

The couple shared a significant glance. If ANYTHING was certain it was that! Terry gave in without grace, shrugging angrily. In fact, he hadn't expected to succeed with the ploy - he was just setting the stage. If it had worked, however... The couple turned and moved toward the den, carefully NOT touching each other in Ellen's presence.

In reality, the den wasn't such a bad place. The shared workstation was in a corner away from the windows (to keep glare off the monitor) and in the one location in the room most difficult to see from the entry. Next to it, and shielding it somewhat, was the large couch that the Michaels tended to populate while watching the TV on the opposite wall. There were two office chairs to facilitate video game play, so both teens had a place to sit. Terry commenced a thoroughly businesslike system start, then dashed upstairs to start the systems in his room. When he returned, Ellen was still standing in the door, staring bemusedly at Jackie - who was ignoring her as she spread their working papers over the desktop from her backpack. "Will you be needing anything, Sweetheart?" Ellen asked.

Terry passed a look with Jackie, and responded, "Maybe some Cokes, Mom?"

Ellen nodded, and swung sedately out. She continued at this pace until out of Terry's line of sight, then made for the telephone in the kitchen at a dead run.

Paul Michaels glanced up at the flashing light that indicated that the telephone was ringing. He had had it installed because the telephone was hard to hear above the roar of the a/c and system power supplies in the crowded room. He exited the data center and picked up the extension in his cube. "Paul Michaels."

"You held out on me, didn't you?" came his wife's voice, have amused and half irate.

"Huh?" Paul responded.

"Terry brought home a GIRL from school today - ostensibly to work on some DP project! They're in the den, now!"

Paul absorbed this in silence. Frankly, he was surprised at Terry's speed and ingenuity. "Did it ever occur to you that it might be an innocent homework collaboration?"

"Part of me hopes not. She's CUTE - I've got to admit!"

"Really?" Paul was surprised that his wife was taking things so well. The girl must be a knockout! Typically, Terry hadn't said... "What's she look like?"

"About Terry's height, thin, freckles, dark red hair..." Ellen knew that Paul wouldn't recognize 'auburn'. In her experience, men distinguished color - generally - but only had names for a broad range, rather than individual shades. On the other end of the phone, Paul was entertaining his own thoughts 'Bust development never seems to come up when one woman is describing another - at least to a man!' he thought, amused.

"Well, at this point, I recommend that you not get too excited about it. I'd be happy about ANY interaction with girls that Terry is having - he's a bit late off the mark!"

"But..." Ellen wasn't quite ready to let it go.

"You don't like the girl?"

"I don't know - we've barely passed two words!"

"And if she just doing a project with him, that's all there need ever be!" Paul pressed hard, trying to instill reason in Ellen's thought processes.

"But what if she's some kind of slut or something?"

Paul grinned into the phone. "Terry will need to learn about THAT, too, at some point."

"You're absolutely impossible!" Ellen exclaimed, and hung up. She went to the refrigerator, extracted the Cokes, and took them back to the den. Peering around the corner, she found them seated side by side, virtually joined at the hip as they both examined a flowchart developing on the screen. Something about the picture both pleased and bothered her, but she could not identify it until she announced herself and they separated and rotated their chairs to accept the cans of soda. The pair had been TOO close - it had pleased her that they seemed to fit together like two parts of a jigsaw puzzle, but bothered her that two people with nothing between them but a data processing project would be making SOME effort to maintain some personal space. Still, Jackie displayed proper manners upon accepting the cold can, and they hadn't been doing anything demonstrative... 

... except that, out of sight between them, Jackie's right hand had been tucked into Terry's left as he manipulated the mouse.

Ellen made a point of surreptitiously checking on the pair every 15 minutes. Each time, she found nothing obvious - just an intense feeling of familiarity. Whatever position she found them in - Jackie bent over Terry's shoulder pointing to a diagram, or Terry resting his hands on the back of the task chair as Jackie typed at the keyboard - she could detect nothing untoward, except for the fact that each invaded the other's personal space with absolute impunity. What she didn't realize was that on every approach she would step on the spot in the living room floor that caused the A/C duct below to give out it's distinctive ping, alerting the couple to her comings and going quickly enough for her not to discover Jackie kissing Terry or Terry massaging Jackie's shoulders. That background noise was a part of her environment, and it never occurred to her that it could also function as an alarm.

At 6:00 p.m., Ellen made herself visible. "Will Jackie be staying for dinner?"

Jackie looked at her watch. "Ohmigod! I'm late! Mom will kill me!" Hurriedly, she gathered her stuff and dashed for the door, whipping past Paul, who was just arriving home.

"Want me to go along and make the excuse?" Terry wanted to know.

"No, its okay," Jackie replied as they piled into the wagon, "Just get me home!"

Terry's car made short work of the couple of blocks' difference in their addresses. As they pulled up, Jackie scrutinized the windows, then leaned over and gave Terry a quick peck. "Tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow!" Terry agreed, and watched her go.

Back at the Michaels', Paul was comparing his quick glimpse with Ellen's longer appraisal. "She looked pretty good - but I didn't get time for anything in-depth..."

"Oh, she's cute all right - and they played it real cool - but nobody operates that close to a casual acquaintance, ESPECIALLY Terry! They're up to something!"

"So?"

"I don't know whether to be happy, or throw a fit!"

"I'd suggest the former..." Paul offered, grinning. "Besides, she doesn't look like a man-eater to me."



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Chapter 32: Tuesday evening: The Hardesty's


Jackie dashed through the door, and almost into her mother. "Where have you been?" Jennifer demanded.

I was at Terry Michaels', working on a Data Processing project we've been assigned."

"I see. Who dropped you off?"

"That was Terry."

Jennifer lowered the boom, "Did I see you kiss him?"

Jackie faked it, "What? You're paranoid, Mama!"

"I don't think so! I'll be watching this Terry!"

Jackie reddened and fumed, "Well, you'll get your chance - because we're working HERE tomorrow!"

Jennifer was non-plussed, staring at Jackie's back as she stomped off. She rushed to catch up. "Excuse me?"

"You told me to 'drag around my possibles!' Well Terry's a PROBABLE, and we're doing homework here tomorrow night! He's a 'nice boy' - and I dare you to discover otherwise!" Jackie's anger caused her to overstep, basically destroying the utility of their carefully constructed ruse - but she found that she didn't really care!

Jennifer went dead white. The idea that she could be pushing her daughter to offer herself up to some boy - any boy - in rebellion suddenly occurred to her. Besides, it appeared that she was being hoisted on her own petard! "Oh - uh -okay..." she mumbled, turning away. 'What have I done? She's going to bring a boy - here!' Jennifer's mind was in turmoil, and she began to feel the strange tension that proximity to men caused in her - and there wasn't even one present!

Dinner was strained, and Jennifer retired to her room afterward - and to a long, hot bath, while she tried to dispense with the tense feeling that had come upon her more and more, lately. But it wouldn't go away, and sleep came hard.



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Chapter 33: Tuesday evening: the Vincent's


After dinner, Tim hopped up and announced, "I'm going out for a while - be back around ten!"

Bruce Vincent looked up from his dinner, "Just a moment, Son. Where are you going?"

Tim mumbled something, and Bruce cocked his head, "Sorry?"

"I'm going to see my girlfriend." Tim repeated, only a bit louder.

Bruce turned a twinkling eye on his comfortable wife, Trish, who was sitting with her fork halfway to her mouth, "Told ya!"

Trish raised an eyebrow. "How is it I didn't notice that you'd started dating?"

Tim blushed a bit, "It's kinda new. Doubled with Rick and his girlfriend Saturday, when I went to the movies..."

"So you didn't feel it was necessary to mention that there were girls along?" Bruce asked mildly.

Tim's little brother Eddie grinned. "Word's all over school that he mopped up the schoolyard with some black kid who was giving him sh- (a quick eye at his mother over the slip) grief over his new girlfriend!"

Tim bristled. "It didn't happen that way! He started it - I just defended myself!"

"Son, why would you be in trouble with black boys?" Trish asked, concerned.

Eddie piped up again "Dolores is black..."

Both parents turned to Tim, who erupted, "She is not!" Eddie sure knew how to push his buttons! "Not completely, anyway - she's half Indian."

"That's 'native american', Dear," his mother remonstrated.

Tim had totally regained his aplomb, after a short glare at Eddie. "Actually, it's Indian - as in from India. Her mother's name is Padma."

"Oh..." Tim's mother regarded him blankly. She was coming to grips with the possibility that her theoretical racial tolerance was going to see a practical test. Black girls tended to be less than desirable looking, in her opinion.

Eddie's next outburst actually helped matters, "She's a knockout! Wotta babe!"

Tim turned an amused glance on his brother, "I'll thank you to keep your greasy eyeballs off my women!"

Eddie laughed, then hopped up and took off. Bruce chuckled, then asked, "Do you expect more trouble?"

"No, it's not a race thing. One guy made an ass of himself. He had two buddies with him, and they wouldn't lift a finger. Dolores wouldn't date 'brothers' - they wanted to act like they owned her, and it pissed her off."

"When are we going to meet her?" Bruce inquired.

"Soon," Tim replied, blushing. He looked at his mother - and could tell that the jury was still out. "I'm gonna need a tux."

"For the Prom?" Trish clarified.

"Yeah."

Eddie pounded back in, dragging the yearbook from Tim's junior year. He plopped it on the table, opening it with the finger he had been using as a bookmark. "That's Dolores!" Tim frowned. Bruce sat still, seceding access to his wife with his eyes. Eddie rotated the book. Trish rose up a bit and maneuvered her bifocals a bit... to stare at the visage of a dusky angel with flyaway hair, fine features, and the glow of intelligence.

The jury came in. "My! How sweet!" Eddie took the cue to orient the book for his father.

Bruce took a look, scowled, and said "Isn't that Marcus Brown's daughter? He can be kinda militant..."

"You know Mr. Brown?" Tim's eyebrows rose.

"Marines. VFW. Been a while. He's not awful partial to white boys... You met him?"

"Couple of times. We got off to a rocky start - but we have an understanding. I'm going to Brown's to see her." This last was uttered with a bit of a challenge attached.

Bruce cut his wife off. "Run along, Son and have fun. 10:00, you said?"

"Uh huh!" Tim wasted no time getting out the door, the voice of his father following him. "Plan to bring her around to see us!"

Eddie chased Tim out into the yard. As he got into his car, Tim growled, "I ought to whack your ass - but I think you actually helped me!" Eddie grinned, and sketched a low bow. Tim drove off.

Trish glared at Bruce. "Why did you do that?" she demanded.

Bruce regarded his wife with a level gaze. "Because you were going to start something that didn't need starting. This is more serious that you're aware of - if Marcus Brown lets Tim in his house, the boy's been a true credit to his upbringing. If Marcus let's his daughter see a white boy IN HIS OWN HOUSE, there's a serious relationship going on - and Tim has impressed Marcus as an individual to the point that he's willing to overlook the razzing his friends are gonna give him for backsliding on his long-time stand on the relative merits of black and white. In other words, Marcus figures he's looking at his son-in-law!"

Trish was taken aback. "Wh - what! From the sound of things, he's only been dating for a week!"

Bruce regarded his wife calmly. "That's Tim you're talking about. He always looks before he leaps - but he DOES leap! And he does nothing in two steps that can be done in one!"

"Mercy! No wonder he got hot under the collar! He was probably planning to bring us around slowly - and Eddie slam dunked him!"

"Was somewhat uncharacteristic, wasn't it?" Bruce allowed. He nodded at the yearbook. "Better get another look... Even money says that if current plans go forward, that's your daughter-in-law!"

"It's so sudden!" Trish exclaimed, gazing at the picture. "What do I do?"

"You trust your son. Anything else will backfire all over you!"



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Chapter 34: Tuesday night: the Brown's


Marcus Brown saw Tim pull up out front, but ignored it, allowing Padma to answer his knock. Tim came in, nodded, and said "Good evening, sir."

Marcus returned the nod and scowled, "Don't call me sir..."

Tim finished it for him, grinning, "... I work for a living!" They grinned at each other for a moment, then Tim continued, "My Pop says he knows you."

Marcus' brow wrinkled in thought, then cleared, the expression replaced by a look of mild incredulity. "You're Bruce Vincent's boy?" At Tim's nod, he murmured "Shoulda' guessed!" shaking his head. Bruce was one of those quiet characters at the VFW meetings - but he had earned massive credit with a couple of the others over a certain extraction from a hot LZ during the last little 'conflict', and word got around. Bruce seldom raised his voice, but others watched - and emulated - his actions. It explained some of Tim's actions, and the way he carried himself, quite well. "Tell 'im I said 'Hi'."

At that point, Dolores entered the room, having been alerted to Tim's presence by her mother. Marcus quirked an eyebrow while she all but ran into Tim's arms. They dropped onto the couch and pretended to watch TV. Marcus turned back to his program, but after about 20 minutes snorted, got up, and headed to the kitchen, calling for his wife.

"Padma!"

"Husband?"

"What're we gonna do about those two?"

"Whatever is the matter?"

"They're in there trying to be good - but it's more like the couch is coated with fire ants! They make me wanna cuss 'em 'cause they make me feel like an octogenarian, and they're giving off so many hormones, they make me wanna fuck!" Marcus groused.

Padma smiled. "Perhaps you should leave them alone in the living room for a while - and we can handle your other problem?" The short, dusky woman moved forward, taking one of her husband's large hands and threading it through the folds of her sarong to fill it with one of her ample breasts. As she offered her lips to him, Marcus began toying with the offered nipple, feeling his penis lengthen as the nipple did. The kiss grew rapidly torrid, and when it broke, Padma had no problems towing her suddenly pliant spouse toward the bedroom.

Marcus' departure left the young couple on the couch trying to get away with serious necking while holding one eye open for his return. After about 5 minutes, Dolores said "Shhh!" listened for a moment, and got up. Placing a finger on Tim's lips, she motioned for him to remain in place while she tiptoed into the kitchen. Her parents were not present, but she detected quiet sounds emanating from the master suite.

She creeped down the hall and placed her ear to the door, in time to hear her mother's urgent "There, Husband! Th- there! Ooooh!" Smiling, she returned to the living room, where she dropped into Tim's lap and kissed him soundly.

"What's up?" Tim asked.

"We'll have the place to ourselves for a while," Dolores announced, laughing, "Momma and Poppa are going at it like rabbits! Guess somebody got a little excited!"

Tim grinned and worked his hand under the back of Dolores' midriff top. "Works for me!" The two got down to some serious necking.

In the master bedroom, Padma was thoroughly enjoying herself as she rose and fell on Marcus' eleven inches of ebony velvet. It wasn't as stiff as it had been when he conquered her in his youth, but it was still VERY filling. Besides, it gave the children some time alone... Marcus was intent upon extending the pleasant interlude for as long as possible. Too often of late, he had gone for the hard, fast release. This time, he would conserve his energy and enjoy his wife's buttery depths; when she tired, THEN he would begin the relentless drive to bring them both to a final climax. If he controlled himself properly, Padma could have as many as four climaxes before his control gave way; he'd see to it she got them.



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Chapter 35: Tuesday night: the Nellis'


It was 9:30 p.m. Rick had wandered in around 8:00, looking very much pleased with his current state. He and Dina were stretched out on the floor, watching TV. Robert was sitting in his recliner, also watching the program.

Marilyn came in and sat on the arm of the recliner. She was wearing a flowing teddy that didn't cover a whole lot. Robert looked up, somewhat surprised. When had THIS happened last? Marilyn caught his eye and cooed "Oh, Raaaah beeee..." and dropped something into his lap.

Robert examined the item, discovering it to be a pair of mink-lined handcuffs. He played with them for a moment, determining how they functioned. Then he looked up at his children, poker faced. "It appears that we are going up to bed!" he announced. He then immediately cuffed Marilyn's hands behind her back, surprising her with his speed and dexterity. She stood there, bemused - she had obviously planned to use them as a lure, nothing more.

Dina got up, appraised her mother, and whispered in Robert's ear, "You should make her wait here, kneeling by the chair, naked, for a while!"

Robert smiled, "An excellent idea - for another day! We need to take these things one step at a time... Come, woman! I plan to vent my lust upon you - and I might even let you enjoy it!" He lifted Marilyn's bound hands a bit, and she stumbled off, meekly.

Rick looked at Dina. "You know, I can NOT believe that!"

Dina simpered, "What I can't believe is how easily Pop drops into the role! It's like he's been wielding a whip all of his life! Mark my words - in 3 months, Mum will be doing housework wearing nothing but a dog collar and high heels!"

Rick smiled, picturing such a state of affairs. Somehow, it seemed like a neat idea.

Upstairs, Robert was letting Marilyn know just what she had gotten herself into. He produced a second pair of handcuffs, and cuffed her right wrist to the footboard of the bed. Then he released her left wrist from the first set. Still poker faced, he appraised Marilyn. "The robe is cute, but it gets in my way. Remove it!" Marilyn shrugged out of the teddy, letting it slip down her right arm to pool around her wrist. Robert re-bound her wrists, swapped the unattached cuff of the second set to her left wrist, and released her right. The teddy fell to the floor. He then again locked Marilyn's wrists behind her, releasing her from the bed in the process. "In the future, you will come to me nude!" he announced.

Marilyn raised an eyebrow, "In front of the children?" she asked.

Smack! Marilyn stood there, eyes as big as saucers, as a handprint developed on her right buttock. "Robbie!" SMACK! A matching mark appeared on her left buttock. Marilyn's eyes began to water. She shut up, gazing into the implacable eyes of this person who had displaced her husband of 20 years.

"Who am I?" the stranger asked. Marilyn started thinking, hard. Fear ran across her belly on hundreds of ticklish feet. The hand raised again.

Marilyn, rushing to avoid it, blurted the obvious answer, "Master?" The hand stopped, but remained a threat as she looked into the stranger's blank eyes.

"And that makes you?" the stranger prompted.

"Slave..." Marilyn looked down, even as she assessed the implications.

"Does a slave question?"

"No, Master." It came easily. Marilyn surprised herself. The hand traced her jawline, and Marilyn's nostrils distended.

"Kneel." The command was brusque - and Marilyn's knees hit the carpet before she even thought about it. Shock - and awe - filled the eyes that she turned on the Master's bland visage.

The Master began digging in the bag of 'toys' at the foot of the bed, and came up with a short, wide strap. He affixed it to Marilyn's forearms, just below her elbows, pulling her arms further back. "Why did you do that, Master?" Marilyn asked.

A slight smile formed on the Master's face. "I like how it lifts your bust," he replied.

"But it's uncomfortable!" Marilyn protested.

The smile was gone. "And?" he replied.

Understanding broke less than a second before the open hand would have descended. "Forgive a foolish slave, Master!" The hand did not descend.

"Approach the bed. Lay your torso upon it." Marilyn did as she was bid. There was more rustling in the toy bag. The Master drizzled a line of lubricant from above her anus in Marilyn's asscrack to her clitoris, then began working it into the available surfaces with two fingers. He then drew two elastic bands up her calves to her knees. "Lift your knees, one at a time. The elastics passed the knees, eventually delivering an insectoid clitoral vibrator into position and holding it there. The Master activated the vibrator, toying with the frequency controls while he watched her clench and relax, eventually finding a setting sure to induce a climax, eventually, without over-stimulating her. He again applied lubricant to her openings. Marilyn discovered that once lubricated, even her anus was easily penetrated. The Master began working a finger in and out of both her vagina and her anus, adding more lubricant as the openings began to dilate.

This stimulation, added to the vibrator, caused Marilyn to begin to make noises, despite herself. Quickly, she asked, "May a slave utter sounds of pleasure?"

The Master smiled, and announced, "I think I might enjoy that. You may give voice to your pleasure."

It was not a moment too soon. Marilyn was about to burst. She erupted in a loud groan, "OOOOOOOHHHHHH, God! MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!" The Master added a finger at each opening, increasing the lubrication. Marilyn began to try to drive herself onto the impaling fingers. The Master only allowed this to a certain extent, denying Marilyn ultimate satisfaction. For fifteen minutes, the Master brought Marilyn to the edge of bliss, then backed off, leaving her filled with exquisite tension. Then, as she rose for the fifth time, he crushed the vibrator to her clitoris with one hand while driving his penis into her anus! Marilyn erupted in a scream of mixed pleasure and pain as her anus and vagina executed a synchronous series of contractions, building until she passed out from the intensity of the sensations.

Robert was in heaven. Something about this role was intensely satisfying, even without actual sex. But the buttery feel of Marilyn's virgin anus! Wow! He erupted while she was still orgasming, only seconds after the initial penetration.

Dina and Rick had heard the smacks, correctly identifying what had occurred while offering each other significant glances. The scream was another matter. They rushed upstairs, to find their father with his cock buried in their mother's ass, pumping out his seed, while their mother lay across the bed obviously totally in the thrall of a tremendous orgasm - literally cross-eyed and drooling on the coverlet. They retired from the room before they were noticed, Dina covering her mouth to keep the snickers from escaping. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed when they had returned downstairs. "Think she got off?"

They were interrupted by another loud moan. Marilyn couldn't escape the vibrator, and in her excited state, it triggered a small orgasm about once a minute. Robert was content to leave it there. After a couple of minutes, he turned her around and delivered his somewhat fecal-smelling cock into Marilyn's open mouth. She sucked like a baby, bringing him back to full extension over the course of a few minutes. Robert again draped Marilyn's torso over the bed, and entered her vagina in one thrust, following up by delivering her pussy a serious pounding. Mini orgasms became full-blown mind-poppers, and in the next few minutes, Marilyn had several. Finally, Robert could hold out no longer, and exploded in Marilyn's depths. After he had recovered a few moments later, he released her from the torture produced by the vibrator. Finally he released her from her bindings, and lifted her onto the bed. Marilyn, virtually unconscious already, rolled onto her side, tucking a bit toward a fetal position. Robert spooned up to Marilyn's wet ass, threw blankets over them, and, cupping a breast, crashed.

The teens found their own way to bed. It was barely 11:00 p.m.



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Chapter 36: Preparations


What is there about Wednesday? For some odd reason, each of the four girls left home that morning with a reminder in her ears that the Prom was only 10 days away, and that now was the time to acquire their wardrobe. Attitudes in delivery differed - Helen was thrilled, while Jennifer advanced the opinion that it was a waste of time and expense, because Jackie was going alone, despite assurances to the contrary - but the content was the same: Shopping, tonight! As they gathered before first period, they decided to make it a group trip, if possible. Telephone coordination with parents over lunch made for the following lineup: Dolores and Jackie would be picked up by Padma. Mandi and Dina would be ferried by Helen. Marilyn would meet them at the mall, ostensibly to pass on Dina's selections, but actually to meet Mandi and Helen. Jennifer would handle parental approval by telephone, getting a second opinion from the other mothers; she had grudgingly parted with $250 in support of the affair. Immediately after school, the designated parents collected the girls and the shopping trip began.

There were no males present. All of the girls had discharged THEIR duty by reminding their dates of their responsibility to obtain a tux, so the guys executed a separate (and much quicker) trip to the local tuxedo rental shop. Robert Nellis and Paul Michaels put in an appearance, in order to make sure that the rental agent didn't get too expansive with his recommendations, more than anything else. Limo service had been saturated weeks before, but under cross-examination, each of the boys admitted that they expected significant activity to occur AFTER the Prom (it took Paul 20 minutes and a rack and thumbscrews to get Terry to admit that sex with Jackie was on the agenda - even though he KNEW it!) Tim didn't have to make any admissions per se, and Rick's situation was generally known, but there was still the issue of WHERE - which was the one the elder males pointed out. Bobby got some serious heat over the whole thing from Robert - until Rick reminded his father that Dina was in the driver's seat, and he might as well make himself comfortable. "Pop, if Dina says she's going to fuck YOU, all you can do is save yourself a lot of trouble and drop your pants!"

After a discussion of price, quality of facilities, privacy, and convenience, they settled on a pair of adjoining 2 bedroom suites in an upscale local hotel. At two couples to a suite, the steep price was actually more affordable than single rooms, the price for which having inflated somewhat due to the demand on Prom night.

The girls descended upon the local bridal shops and upscale department stores. Dolores' funds were limited, but not too limited to allow for a strapless black cocktail dress with a full skirt and a low cut bodice. Mandi proved hard to fit - anyone her size was automatically assumed to be wide in proportion to their size. Mandi sized up quite a bit - but she was tall enough to carry it. Luck was with them, however - they found a beautiful backless powder blue gown whose full skirt turned out to conceal a deep hem. The salesperson offered to alter it for free, and Helen took her up on it. Jackie also opted for blue, finding something with a plunging neckline to emphasize her modest bust and silver stars appliquéd along the fabric in vertical streams. Dina and Marilyn had a fight over skirt length, and for once Marilyn won - but only because the demure, sweeping black gown was so different on Dina as to be striking. Part of the compromise was the fact that the dark lace of the top very nearly exposed Dina's nipples. Once gowns were selected, the shoe stores did a brisk business. Dina and Dolores had a much easier time of it; Jackie and Mandi had to order dye jobs. As the girls took a break in the food court, Helen broached the subject that had gone unmentioned but not un-thought of all evening: "All right girls, how many of you intend to be seen in your unmentionables after the Prom?"

Mandi's hand shot up, as did Dolores'. Dina murmured, "I expect to be seen in a whole lot less..." Marilyn frowned, but looked resigned. Finally, Jackie's hand came slowly up, waving gently above her pink blush.

"Well, then, we need to go and get some nice stuff! Eventually, he'll want to see you naked - but you can drive him nuts before by being tantalizingly ALMOST naked, first!"

The lingerie shops then did a brisk business in their turn - even Marilyn acquired an item or two, after Dina whispered to her "Mum, I know what Pop has instructed you to do - but Helen knows a few things. Pick right, and you'll make him very happy!"

Helen lent Dolores $50 to get her over the hump, allowing her to pick up a nice red teddy with black lace trim. Black was the most popular color in the group, with Mandi, Dina, Marilyn, and even Helen picking up items in that color. And Jackie found a nice - if brief - ensemble in purple.

All in all, the evening went quite well - but not everyone was happy. Jennifer arrived home from her job at the clothing manufacturer at 6:00, and spent 2 1/2 hours fuming until Jackie got home. Something about this Prom thing set her teeth on edge. The thought of her daughter again exposing herself to the callous advances of boys, just to be seen at this foolish ritual... The only time she could get away from it was at work, where she could enjoy herself creating styles in the comfortable all-girl environment of the design studio. Sitting at home awaiting her daughter's arrival with several hundred dollars' worth of clothing purchased just for what many tacitly agreed was the party leading up to her ritual defloration left her seething.

Jackie came in at 8:45, carrying her dress on a hanger, shoes and other items in bags, whistling. One look at her mother stilled the whistling. She said nothing, but hurried out of her mother's presence, intending to put her things away. At the Nellis and Brown homes, the males were treated to a quick "fashion show" where the new purchases were displayed to family members not present at the purchase and fitting. Not so at the Hardesty's - Jackie's gown went right into the closet, and the lingerie got hidden deep in the bottom of a dresser drawer not usually reserved for underwear. When Jackie returned downstairs, her post-shopping high was just about burned off. Jennifer regarded her with exasperation, and commented, "I see that you managed to get your things for this meat market display you're going to. I still can't understand why you would want to saddle yourself with some unknown boy for an evening - especially given the fact that he will undoubtedly expect that in an excess of excitement you'll let him get into your pants!"

"Mama!" Jackie replied hotly, "Proms have been going on FOREVER! It's not like I'm going to a sex club! Besides, I'm not going with some 'unknown boy' - I have a date with someone nice - a boy I KNOW won't make unwelcome advances!" Jackie had phrased this last VERY carefully - because just about ANY advances Terry might make would be welcome at this point. But her mother didn't need to know that... 

Jennifer sneered, "What is he, gay?"

"That's enough, Mama! Besides, I didn't say he wouldn't make advances - I said he'd take 'No' for an answer! What is it with you and men, anyway? Are YOU gay?"

Jennifer was totally taken aback. "Uh, no..." She knew better - despite appearances. She'd had the usual all-girl run-ins as a teen, and remembered clearly that they were nice, but didn't stack up to her few interludes with a male lover - in fact, they hadn't been good enough to consider as a substitute. "Although I can see how you would think - they just CAN'T be trusted!" Delving into memories of sex brought up the entire emotional maelstrom attached to it, and Jennifer began to stress out again. "If you mess with boys, they won't be satisfied until they're in your pants!"

Jackie reared up. "What if I WANT one in my pants?"

"THEN YOU'RE A SLUT!" Jennifer screamed, and stomped off to her bedroom. "You probably asked for it that night!" was her parting shot before the door slammed.

Jackie calmed herself, clenching and unclenching her fists and blinking back tears. She knew that her mother was concerned for her welfare - but she also knew that she had descended into a Hell of her own making. Sure, boys could be ruthless - she knew that first hand - but they could also be wonderful! Even in her little group, personalities ran the gamut (Bobby McCormick, for God's sake!) but each of her friends accepted the issues that their boyfriend or girlfriend presented - it was a case of 'different strokes... ' 'Mama got third degree burns ONCE and stopped being a member of the human race!' Jackie thought, fuming. She went to her mother's bedroom door and imparted this wisdom through it, yelling, "Everybody gets burned, Mama! When are you going to grow up and let it scar over?" With that, she stomped up to her room for a belated look at her homework.

Jennifer lay across her bed in a state of shock. Her daughter's words had cut across the physical and mental turmoil she was experiencing at the thought of sex and boys like a knife! 'Is that it?' she wondered. 'Am I just feeling sorry for myself? Then why do I get so tense?' It took her 3 hours of tossing and turning before her restless mind and body allowed her to sleep.



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Chapter 37: Thursday: Lesson Two


The next morning, everybody gathered in the new composite group to discuss progress. The girls briefed the boys on their outfits - color, etc. Rick would have to change to another tux - the color he had selected wouldn't go well with Mandi's dress. Underthings weren't mentioned; they would be a surprise. Other arrangements came up, and the boys made their briefing: "Limos are out - there are none to be had. We'll have to go by car - sorry!" Tim announced.

"But we got rooms!" Bobby announced, wiggling his eyebrows. Dina looked up and smiled from where she was leaning against him. He was making a production of rubbing his erection in her ass crack, to the point that her skirt was hiked up in the back, and he had her blouse untucked from her skirt so that he could rub her titties. Everyone else was studiously ignoring this display, which was having its intended effect. Half of the school believed that Dina was providing any service that Bobby asked for - any place, any time. In reality, except for a few minutes before school, they hadn't even seen each other. Rick took over, describing the setup with the suites - which everyone present thought was perfect.

Bobby figured he'd better get in another sally before they parted. "Hey, Perky Tits, what're ya coverin' my clam with today?" he asked loudly. Dina bent over, gathering her skirt, and displayed a pair of red bikinis, in front of about 200 pair of eyes. Bobby made a production of feeling her up. "Mmmmm, nice! Much better! Are the leg holes loose enough for me to get around?"

"No Sweetie, they're pretty tight!" Dina replied.

"No matter - you can shuck 'em" Bobby leered.

Mandi looked at Rick and raised her eyebrows. Rick shook his head, and murmured "If I want to see them, we'll find a place where I'm the only one who does." Mandi smiled, and leaned into him.

Jackie pulled Terry aside. "Be prepared for a rough time tonight. Mama's been on the warpath! She figures all any boy wants is in my pants!"

Terry frowned. "There's some justification for that - I'm not gonna pass it up..."

"Yeah, but it's not your ONLY interest in me, is it?"

Terry just looked at her. 'You know better' was contained in that look, and, as usual, it was received and acknowledged. Jackie squeezed him a bit.

The bell rang, and Bobby and Dina pulled out all of the stops. "Okay, Pretty Tits, time to go! Kiss me goodbye!" Bobby caroled, pointing downward. Dina dropped to her knees and kissed the bulge in the front of his jeans, taking her time about it. Jaws dropped all over the schoolyard. They grinned at each other, and separated, joining the flow into the buildings.

All day long, the pair operated in clouds of the horrified and the admiring. Dina got comments like: "Jesus, girl! Don't you have ANY shame?" to which she replied, "Bobby likes to show ownership. If that's what it takes to keep him using that hose of his to put out my fire..."

Bobby got "Wow! How did you get Dina to DO that stuff?" Bobby's pat answer: "Start 'em young and train 'em right, and they'll do anything to keep the orgasms flowing!"

By the end of the day, both had also been approached by the school administration in one form or another, and asked to "keep it clean". Since no one had actually exposed themselves, not much more could be done. All in all, it was a very satisfying day from the perspective of meeting Dina's goals. A couple of the 'A' group even let it be known that they were somewhat peeved to have Dina and Bobby steal their thunder at this critical time, when preparations for the Prom were supposed to be making THEM famous.

Dina and Bobby made sure that they were seen leaving school together at the end of the day, but Dina was surprised to see Bobby stick with Rick. "Where are you three going?" she queried Bobby.

Bobby blushed and ducked his head, uncharacteristically silent. Now Dina KNEW something was up! Rick provided the response. "We're going to Mandi's."

"Why Bobby? And why isn't he saying anything?"

Bobby started to speak, but Rick stopped him with an upraised hand. "Pipe down - you'll just get yourself in trouble. I'll handle this!" Turning to Dina, he responded to her questions, "Bobby's attending a little training course I set up."

Dina gave her brother the fish eye. "What kind of training?"

Rick couldn't come up with anything slick, so he decided to bluster. "See here, Sis! I know what you and Bobby have planned. I didn't want Bobby to fuck it up and ruin your night, so I arranged for someone to break him in."

Dina turned on Mandi, who threw out her hands. "Not me!"

Rick stepped between them and continued, "No, not Mandi! Despite the fact that I've been told in no uncertain terms that I can share her if I wish, I DON'T, any more than Bobby shares you - and vice versa. But Helen has been doing without for some time, and I convinced her to step up to the plate..."

"Auntie Helen? Mandi's mum? I'll be damned!" Dina began to grin, despite herself.

"You have to admit she's not a threat..." Bobby ventured.

"Just the same, I'm supervising this time! And you'd better get good grades, Bobby McCormick!"

Bobby was the closest Rick had ever seen to peeing his pants. Who could have seen THIS coming? Rick just grinned and shook his head.

When they arrived at Mandi's, everyone dug into their homework with a minimum of horseplay. Rick was running things here, and he wanted things DONE, BEFORE the fun started. Oh, sure, everybody engaged in a little touchie-feelie, and everybody supped from his or her lover's lips a couple of times, but it was perfunctory until the homework was taken care of. Mandi and Rick finished first, and moved to the couch to do some serious mutual molestation, while Dina helped Bobby with his Geometry II. The pair then occupied the loveseat from which Bobby had been teased two days before.

At 5:45 p.m., Helen walked in on the two necking couples. Recognizing Dina, she stopped, cold, in her own living room doorway. Dina regarded her levelly. "It's okay. I just want to make sure he gets trained MY way!"

"All right, Dear," Helen responded, trying to assess the implications. "How do you want to handle it?" Bobby looked back and forth between his girlfriend and the woman who had taken his cherry. Clearly HE had no input!

Dina got up, crossed to Helen, and, to her immense surprise, hugged her! "We'll figure it out. Why don't you get comfortable, and we'll map something out when you come back?" She went back to sit on the loveseat with a stricken Bobby, while a bemused Helen made her way to her bedroom to change.

Fifteen minutes later, Helen returned, looking cooler in one of her habitual outfits, a diaphanous robe, worn open. Rick and Mandi abandoned the couch, moving to the loveseat so the trio could have more room. Helen sat on Dina's left, and Bobby on her right. At Helen's questioning glance, Dina began to assess the situation. "So, what have you done so far?"

"Well, let's see... I sucked his cock..."

A snort. "I've done that!" In the background, Rick gave Mandi a significant glance at hearing this development.

"I emphasized what a great way it is to 'take the edge off' so that he does nothing premature later. And I made him eat pussy..."

"He's quite good at that, isn't he?"

"Talented." Helen grinned. Bobby's grey face began to resume its normal color. "I rode him, demonstrating one of the best ways for a woman to control the penetration during the defloration."

Dina nodded. This was a good idea!

"Then we all got a little carried away, and I let him do me 'doggy style'!"

Dina winked at Rick. "Orgy time, huh?" Both Mandi and Rick blushed.

Helen, unperturbed, said, "No - we didn't exchange partners, or anything. Just a little kissing. I'll enjoy Rick some other time..."

Rick's eyes rolled up. "Oh God..."

Dina howled with laughter. "I knew there was something about you that I liked! Thank God you're going to be a relative! I'm gonna set you on Mum!" After she had settled down a bit, she asked, "Okay, what were you PLANNING on doing, before I showed up?"

"I thought that we would practice with me on top for a bit, then move on to the missionary position. I thought that maybe we'd finish up with a little anal play."

"Oooooo! Goodie! Don't change a thing! I'll just provide pointers for things I know make ME feel good!"

"Okay. I think we should fellate him again, first - although the poor dear may need more of a startup than usual!" Helen eyed Bobby, who was too bewildered to hold an erection.

"Can I help?" Dina asked.

"Oh, yes, Dear! It will be good practice for you both! Why don't you get his attention - give him some breasts to suck, and so forth - while I get him started. Then we can switch off, and watch each other's technique!" Helen attained a severe expression, and pontificated, waving a finger, "Now, whoever takes the load, shares!"

Dina was delighted! "Done!"

Rick cleared his throat. "Since everything is going well here, I'm taking Mandi to my house. OK?"

"Fine, Dear," Helen replied, bemused, as she shucked off Bobby's jeans. "I'll bring Dina home and pick up Mandi later. Have a good time!" Dina smiled and waved at the departing couple with the hand that wasn't holding Bobby's face against her left tittie.

Now that the women had stopped talking about him like he wasn't there, Bobby began to feel a bit more comfortable. In fact, as Dina resumed feeding him a breast, and he began to run his hands across the smooth skin of her back and buttocks, he got a LOT more comfortable. The added sensation of his erection growing rapidly in Helen's warm, wet mouth pretty much transformed things to Heavenly. After a very few moments, Helen lifted her head and announced, "He's up and running. Want to get some?" Dina nodded and hopped down off the couch, kneeling beside Helen to replace her servicing Bobby's cock. Dina didn't mess around; she ovalled her lips and pulled the head right in, stopping at the crown to work the underside with the flat of her tongue. Bobby, thinking he might be asked, began to compare methods. Helen's mouth seemed softer, wetter, more voluptuous - Bobby thought that it might be something she was doing with her tongue, but he couldn't put his finger on it - while Dina's was hotter, wrapped tighter, and provided a more urgent suction.

Helen was watching Dina's activity critically. Bobby, bereft of his mouthful of tit flesh, leaned forward and took a nipple in each hand - one of Dina's and one of Helen's, and began to squeeze, pull, and twist, gently. Both women gasped, Dina around his cock. "Mmmm, that's nice, Bobby!" Helen cooed, "Women differ over how much pressure they like when you're working on a nipple; some like less and some like more. After a woman has suckled children, they tend to tolerate - and demand - more, and will go to the point of pain. Young girls like Dina, however, won't want that - but they won't want you to be too gentle, either. They want to feel more than a tickle." Bobby compared the two breasts, which could not have been more different. Helen's huge nipple and its surrounding aureole was almost the size of Dina's entire pert brown-nippled breast! Dina's nipples and their supporting aureole were puffy caps on her conical breasts; Helen's appeared to be more integrated with the surrounding flesh - more of a color transition. Both were sensitive, however, and both women were enjoying the attention.

Helen began offering tips to Dina. "Careful with the suction! You can suck too much! While it pulls in your cheeks, the lips and tongue are more effective. Move your tongue along the underside as you take him in, and tighten your lips as you back off." Dina applied these tips, and Bobby began to quiver as the tension built up. Sensing the impending climax, Helen directed, "Okay, pull back to the head and whip your tongue around it. Remember to save some for me!" Dina did as she was instructed, and Bobby let go of the women's breasts and grabbed hunks of the couch cushions as he stiffened and his eyes rolled back. Then he began to come - in great gouts. After the fourth shot, Dina began waving her hands and grunting urgently. Helen took the hint and moved down to replace her as a receptacle. The swap went well - Helen took one shot in her open mouth before she could wrap her lips around Bobby' pulsating erection, but nothing got wasted. She took another three or four shots before Bobby's penis stopped the heavy pulsations that supported ejaculation. Then she began teasing his oversensitized erection with her tongue, grinning at Dina.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Bobby moaned, and collapsed back onto the couch.

Dina smiled, and said, "You know, I think that went pretty well!" Bobby rolled his eyes, still collapsed weakly on the couch.

"I think so," Helen replied. Turning to Bobby she directed "Wake up, you! We're not done with you yet!" Helen rose up and went to get drinks, instructing the others to divest themselves of whatever clothing they had left on and move to the carpet. On her return, she handed out Cokes, and shucked out of her robe. Addressing herself to Dina, she asked, "Dear, are you protected?"

Dina lowered her soda and nodded, "I'm on the Pill."

"Do you trust Bobby?" Another nod. "Do you trust ME?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then we can dispense with 'rubber training' - unless you want it?"

Dina thought about it, then shook her head, "Nah. One thing's certain - it's not as much fun!"

Helen nodded, "But several times more dangerous. There's stuff out there that will kill you! Be sure you know who you're dealing with!" Turning to Bobby, she announced, "Okay, on with the main event!" Bobby had basically recovered, merely presented with visual stimulation. Helen solidified his erection by bobbing her lips on it a few times, then backed off. Looking at Dina, she announced, "I have an idea! Since you're here, we can examine the benefits of the position without QUITE finishing everybody off - then I will finish Bobby with a penetration."

Dina and Bobby said "Huh?" simultaneously.

Helen grinned, "Okay, look. The missionary position is perfect for - well, call it 'dry humping' for lack of a better term. Actually, it's more than that, and can be VERY satisfying. Dina, you lay out with your knees up and your feet flat on the floor. Bobby, you kneel over her. Go ahead, lay your cock across her mound." Bobby did so. "Now stroke, just like you were penetrating her."

Bobby drove forward, sliding his penis across the top of Dina's mound. Both of them gasped with pleasure. Bobby got the delicious feel of Dina's pubic hair and clitoral hood sliding along the sensitive underside of his penis, and Dina got direct stimulation of her clitoris. Helen eyed the junction, and declared "Nice, huh? But we can make it better! Dina, throw your legs over his shoulders. That will get Bobby a better stroke along the vulva, and will offer you a measure of control." Dina followed instructions, and moaned in surprise and pleasure. The change allowed Bobby to drive his penis along the soft, wet flesh between her open labia, and provided even better clitoral stimulation. Bobby benefited from the addition of Dina's lubrication. After very few slow strokes, Dina began to gasp and moan, breathing hoarsely and rolling her head from side to side. Bobby turned red, and beads of sweat popped out on his forehead as he tried to maintain the action for Dina without ejaculating all over her stomach.

Dina found that by rolling her hips up, she could maximize the contact. "Ohhhh... Mmmmm... Ahhhhh... Nnnnnn..." Bobby's arms began to shake, not because he was tired, but because he was losing control of his body. That little bit of additional stimulation set Dina off. She wailed "OH JESUS!!!" and crushed her mons against Bobby's cock, and began to hump him rapidly as her pussy went nuts!

Bobby quit trying to move, as Dina was thrashing enough for them both. He just hung on and tried to maintain a stable platform for his lover to drive herself against. Lubrication became copious as Dina gushed fluids all over the place. Bobby lasted only a few seconds as the heat, wetness, increased pressure, and excitement of participating in Dina's orgasm combined to make Bobby lose ALL control and cover Dina's stomach and the underside of her breasts with sperm.

Dina was still cumming. Every few strokes, she would see a new pattern of stars as another wave washed over her. In the face of the incredible stimulation, Bobby's erection continued to be rampant, so it was a good five minutes before Dina collapsed from exhaustion, releasing the death grip her legs were applying to his shoulders while she pumped.

Bobby was 3/4 of the way to another orgasm when Dina gave up on him, leading him almost to lower his attack point 2 inches and deflower her right then and there. Dina probably wouldn't have blamed him, and Helen certainly didn't - but she was alert, and when she detected the look on his face, she reached for him and murmured "Finish in me, Bobby." She had lain on her side next to the couple, watching and masturbating as the exercise went well beyond expectation, so she was sopping wet and ready for Bobby immediately. Reacting to the tug, he collapsed against her massive breasts for a moment, then got his arms back under him, straightened himself out between her upraised knees, and drove home in a single stroke. Once wrapped in a vagina, Bobby's penis took no time at all to swell up and explode for the third time in a half hour. Bobby's whole body shook as he punched out a third load of semen, then he collapsed across Helen's soft chest, exhausted.

Dina turned glazed eyes on Helen and gasped, "Holy shit! That was incredible!"

Helen grinned. "You got more out of it than I ever expected. Poor Bobby's done!" It was true. Bobby was collapsed bonelessly atop Helen, having taken mere seconds to make the transition to a sound sleep. Helen could feel his penis finally shrinking, extracting itself from her soaked vagina in the process.

Dina grinned back, "Well, I used him for a jungle gym! Sorry I didn't leave you much!"

"I was just riding to the rescue! You realize that when you quit and left him hanging, he was going to take you? He didn't think about it - he was beyond thinking! If I hadn't been here, you'd no longer be virgin!"

Dina's grin turned rueful. "I wouldn't have blamed him a bit! He earned it!"

"Yes, he did..." Helen worked herself out from under the sleeping teen, rolling him onto his back next to Dina so she could cuddle him. "I don't think we'll get much more in today."

Dina smoothed the hair away from his eyes. Turning her head toward Helen, she gestured at him with it, raising her eyebrows, "What do you think?"

Helen smiled. "Despite his reputation, he's a good boy. A little domestication - not too much! - and he'll be fine. Based upon today's performance, he won't disappoint you. Anything else he does with me will be for MY benefit, not his!"

"Oh, I don't know... 'Based upon today's performance' I think we could ALL benefit from a few more sessions!" Dina grinned wickedly.

Helen regarded the sleeping Bobby, "Poor thing - I hope he survives!" Both women laughed.



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Chapter 38: Thursday evening: the Nellis'


When Mandi and Rick arrived at the Nellis', Robert had just arrived home. Marilyn had met Mandi the day before during the mass gowning, but this was the first time Mandi entered the Nellis home, and the first time Robert had laid eyes on Mandi. And 'lay them on' he did, for she was an unexpected feast. Robert had been unable to picture Mandi, even with the help of a photograph. Besides, Mandi had only VERY recently broken from her pattern of baggy outerwear that displayed nothing. Tonight's midriff top and hip huggers was enough to arouse a pleasant nostalgia in Robert for his formative years, when such outfits had been in style the LAST time. They also illustrated VERY clearly that 'big' and 'fat' are two different things. Robert managed to keep his eyes in his head and say all of the proper things, but his thought process was 'Damn! How did Ricky swing THAT!'

This wasn't lost on Mandi, who came away from the introduction with a gentle smile, OR on Marilyn, who until recently had been blissfully unaware of Robert's capacity to be interested in other females. Marilyn wasn't jealous, exactly - she'd seen the glow in Mandi's eyes whenever the subject of Rick came up - but the fact that Robert could be distracted by another woman hit her between the eyes. She resolved to take Robert's mind off his son's girlfriend as soon as humanly possible; she was damned if, having discovered sex, she was going to give it up!

Robert went upstairs and changed into more casual clothing - a loose fitting T shirt, sweat pants, and slippers - then came downstairs, collecting a glass of wine in the kitchen before moving into the den and occupying his recliner. As he passed through the living room, he nodded at the couple, who had been doing some mild necking while conversing about this and that. He shook his head unconsciously, remembering similar activity conducted a lot more privately in order to keep his parents from having a fit. Still, it wasn't as if Rick had his hand in the girl's top... Robert unconsciously clenched his hand, carrying it in a manner that mimicked squeezing a breast. Mandi caught the movement and smiled.

"What's up?" Rick asked.

"I think I got your father's attention," Mandi responded. "If a man could REALLY undress you with his eyes, I'd be naked from the waist up, at least!"

"So, are you scared I'll throw you to my lecherous old Pop?" Rick grinned.

"If it seemed like a good idea, I probably wouldn't kick and scream TOO loud - after all, anyone can see where you got you looks!"

"Well, too bad he's got nothing to trade - I'M not doing without!" Rick laughed.

Mandi arched her brows, "Does this mean that your 'position' on incest was just loose talk to get me into bed? Don't you have any prurient interest in your Momma?"

"Mum? When I was 13, she was the star of dozens of my pud-whacking fantasies - but she was unapproachable by Pop - never mind me! Of course, there HAVE been recent changes..." Rick went on to quietly detail his mother's recent fall from her pedestal. "... It's turning into a regular S/M B/D thing! Mum seems to love it, and Pop - well it's like he's a different person when they start in."

Mandi grinned, "Maybe your Pop can give you some lessons in slave handling..."

Rick grinned back, "Watch out what you wish for... You might get it! At this point, it's only been a few days. I don't know if this whole thing between Mum and Pop is gonna 'take'. If it does, life could get interesting around here!"

Marilyn popped in. "Mandi, would you like to stay to dinner? We've got plenty... By the way, Ricky - Rick - do you know where your sister is?"

"Yeah. She's at Mandi's! Mandi's mum - you met Helen, right? She's teaching her something or other."

"All the better reason for you to stay, Dear."

Mandi blushed, having barely been able to hold down laughter at Rick's blasé description of the activities at Giannelli's. "Thanks, Mrs. Nellis, I'll stay if it's OK. Can I call my Momma?"

"Certainly, Dear. Do you need a phone? There's one in the kitchen..." The women moved off toward the indicated room.

Rick ambled into the den. "Hi, Pop. What d'ya think?"

"Most impressive, Son. Who'd you kill to get that?"

"I got VERY lucky. Mandi used to hide a lot and wear baggy stuff. Evidently, she was pretty heavy when she was real young. Everybody just figured she still was... I caught her in decent clothes and couldn't take my eyes off her!"

"If I was 20 years younger, and your mother was nowhere in the picture, you'd have a fight on your hands to keep her!"

Rick grinned. "I'm not worried. She DOES have something in common with Mum, though. She's into the slave thing."

Robert sobered. "You know," he reflected, "I never thought to treat your mother that way - but it brings out a side of her I've never seen before. If it makes her happy, I'll crack the whip - and I recommend that YOU do, too, if it's what Mandi wants! She might come up with the idea that you don't value her if you don't!"

Rick blinked. "Huh! I'll think about it - you could be right! Since she came up with it, she's obviously serious. And she's left me a couple of openings... Thanks, Pop! I'll bear it in mind!"

His father continued to look sober. "I know that I'm going to have to continue to push the edge of the envelope to keep Marilyn happy. Can I count on help from you and Dina?"

"What are you asking?" Rick queried, warily.

"I think you can guess. Your mother likes being degraded and embarrassed, apparently. We might have to exceed the norms by quite a bit... I'm pretty certain that Dina's game for pretty much anything..."

"No shit!" Rick laughed.

"... What about you?"

Rick looked up into his father's level gaze. "I can hang."

"Good." Robert closed the subject. "Dinner will be soon, I take it?"

"Yeah. Mum invited Mandi."

Robert nodded, and resumed paying attention to the television. Rick wandered back into the living room, and thence to the kitchen, just in time to witness Marilyn's announcement of "Dinner!"



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Chapter 39: Thursday evening: Hardesty's


To say that it was with some trepidation that Terry and Jackie entered Jackie's home would be to understate the case somewhat. Jackie was surprised at the level of irascibility that her mother had displayed over the subject of her dating - and Terry was flat out scared. The discovery that, as planned, Jackie's mother wasn't home yet, made things easier for them. Once again, however, as at the Michaels', they had to settle for a somewhat less than perfect working area for the sake of propriety. The desk in Jackie's room might as well have been on another planet given the reaction that they would get if found using it - so they settled for the kitchen table. Jackie spread their notes around while Terry started his laptop, and the two settled in to - ostensibly - work. The reality was that only one of them at best was working on the project; the other was usually providing a welcome distraction of one type or another. So it was that Jackie was pounding away at the keyboard, and Terry was leaning over the back of her chair, looking on (having just kissed her on the neck) when Jennifer walked in. Terry's car parked out front made it obvious that Jackie was following through on her threats (at least that's how Jennifer thought of them), so Jennifer was agitated and somewhat combative when she marched through the door. The scene that greeted her was a LOT less than she had been prepared for; the lurid necking on the couch thing that Jennifer expected from Jackie in her rebellion was pretty much a pure construct of her imagination - not anything that Jackie was REALLY going to foist upon her.

The scene presented was pretty innocent, and the boy... Well, the slight, brown haired, rather owlish looking boy Jackie presented as 'Terry' obviously wasn't a ravenous molester of teenage girls. He was only barely taller than Jackie, polite, and extremely nervous. Jennifer ran out of steam, and was hard pressed to continue to be aggressive. "So, what are you doing?"

"It's a data processing project. We're adding the capability to conduct bank transfers to the accounting program that the class is doing," Terry explained.

Jackie provided the challenge. "We're going to take in a movie tomorrow night. Oh, and Terry's taking me to the Prom."

This allowed Jennifer to build a new head of steam, which she unloaded on Terry, "So, why are you dating my daughter?"

"Because I like her..."

Jennifer pounced, "What about her reputation? Are you s..."

Fire suddenly spat from the colorless boy's eyes. "Her 'reputation' is pure bullshit, concocted by three assholes in order to keep their sorry asses out of jail - which is where they should be! As for my expectations regarding sex, I expect we'll get around to it if and when Jackie feels like it, and not before!"

Jennifer was taken aback. Terry seemed to grow three inches during that outburst.

Jackie simpered, "Any more questions?" examining her manicure.

"No, I guess not..."

"Last week, he made a boy with 20 pounds on him give me a public apology after a crack he made at the dance..."

Jennifer turned bewildered eyes on this creature out of a romance novel that had attached himself to her daughter. 'He can't be for real!' she thought. 'On the other hand, who could have faked THAT?' Gathering herself, she announced, "I'm gonna go change. Let me know if you need anything."

The pair locked eyes for a moment, then Jackie replied, "Okay, Mama. What are we going to do about dinner? Can Terry stay?"

Jennifer, caught in the middle of her attempted retreat, had to stop and consider the situation, "Uh, I don't know... Pizza?" The couple locked eyes again, and Jackie nodded. "Sure, he can stay... No problem." Jennifer resumed her retreat. She hadn't cleared the door when Terry hooked Jackie in close by wrapping a hand around her neck and delivered a long, hot kiss.

"That went a lot better than expected!" Terry exclaimed.

Jackie grinned, "Well, you did your patented fire-breathing dragon impersonation! Considering the subject, Mama had absolutely no defense! Of course that kiss could have undone everything..."

"Well I'm done playing 'Mr. Squeaky Clean' so everybody can be happy. She'll just have to get used to it. That goes for my folks, too!" He pulled Jackie in even closer, and started a tongue war.

Jackie found herself panting and rubbing his back. "Mmmmm. Still, there's no need to rub anybody's nose in it immediately..." She took his hand and nodded to the work scattered across the table. When Jennifer returned to order the pizza, she found them head down, discussing a flowchart - but casually holding hands.

When the pizza arrived, Jennifer took a couple of pieces and retired to the living room. She could find absolutely nothing in Terry to complain about, but the aura of casual intimacy that the couple exuded caused... feelings... that Jennifer couldn't explain. She found herself watching them, almost voyeuristically; trying to discern what kind of magic was operating between them. She had no urge to separate the pair (which was odd in itself), but she could not relax, ignore them, and concentrate on something else. It was with some relief that she said goodbye to Terry as Jackie escorted him to the door. She purposely absented herself; the evening's observation having gently given the lie to Jackie's casual description of the relationship, Jennifer accepted without thought that they would want a bit of privacy for their goodbyes.

When Jackie came back from the door, she tilted her head, quirked her eyebrow, and asked, "So, what do you think?"

"I think you're not just lab partners. How long has this been going on? Six months?"

Jackie blinked. "No, about a week. Why?"

"Because you're so comfortable with each other. You seem to read each other's minds." Jennifer shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it."

Jackie shrugged. "It just happened. We met at the dance last week. I might never have noticed him, but Bobby McCormick started ragging me, and he did that fire-breathing dragon thing he whipped on you tonight!"

Jennifer laughed. "Yeah, that was something! One moment he was totally colorless - the next, he grows 4 inches, whacks my head off and hands it to me!"

"Exactly. I've talked to my friends about it - we run in the same circles - and it's happened exactly twice. Once that night, and once tonight! Nobody'd ever seen him act like that before. He actually threatened to whip Bobby's ass!"

"Huh. Back to the other thing; a week? You expect me to believe you've only been seeing him for a week?"

"I don't understand why, or how - I just know that he asked me to dance, and I said 'yes'. He took my hand, and we were comfortable. When we danced, everything just fit. When we sat down, we STILL fit. It's like he's my other half. I get excited - he calms me. He NEVER gets excited - EXCEPT where I'm concerned. It's reaching the point where I'm not comfortable unless he's there - and I KNOW it's mutual! Other people have noticed the communication thing; they think it's kind of spooky, like telepathy. I don't think that's what it is, but when he looks at me, I know what he wants, and vice versa."

"Well, I have to admit - I didn't think you stood a chance in the world of finding a boy I'd approve of - but I can't find a thing about him I don't like! I'm", Jennifer searched her emotions, "... Jealous. Yeah, that it! I'm jealous! It's too weird to be real, and I'll be looking to prove that it isn't - but if it is, you've pulled off a one in a million shot! There just aren't that many decent guys around!"

Jackie cocked her head and frowned, "Mama, you need to give men another chance. I don't think the odds are actually that poor..."

"I - I can't." Jennifer sighed. "But Terry IS a powerful argument for your position. I'd have to meet a man that I KNOW can't lie to me - otherwise, I'd poison the relationship with distrust, even if it DID stand a chance!"

Jackie came forward and hugged her mother. "Let's hope this miracle man comes forward before it's too late!"



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Chapter 40: Thursday night: McCormick's


Big Al looked up as Bobby dragged himself through the door. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. From the way you're moving and the grin on your face, I'd say there's not a drop of sperm in your whole body! Lookie here - I'm not paying for abortions and such! You and this nympho you're dating had better be taking care of business!"

"It's handled, Pop," Bobby replied. "How is everything?"

"Fine. I didn't hold supper. Your brother is fed, and you'll find yours in the microwave. Your big brother Mike and I are on call with the towtruck."

Bobby looked in the microwave. 'Lasagna. Again. Well, Pop isn't much of a cook, ' Bobby thought to himself. He set the timer and kicked it off. At this point, he just needed to eat. He probably wouldn't taste it, anyway.

Big Al rumbled, "You gonna take this spitfire to the Prom?"

"Yeah."

"Gonna need money?"

"Wouldn't hurt."

"Tell her to leave you some energy. I got some chores I need done!" Big Al grinned, and Bobby rolled his eyes. "How much, you figure?"

"To do it right - flowers, my chunk of the room we organized for after, crap like that - about a hundred and a half." Bobby winced as Big Al did. "It's a one-time thing, though..."

"Yeah," Big Al allowed, "Big night. Okay, but you're gonna owe me a couple of serious chores! What's this about a room? You ain't makin' HER pay for part of it, are ya?"

"No, Pop. Me and a buddy got a deal on a suite at a nice hotel; we're splittin' it."

"Awright. Get outta my face!" Big Al grinned. Bobby collected his lasagna and wandered off, whistling.



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Chapter 41: Thursday evening: the Vincent's


As school let out, Tim collected Dolores and said, simply, "I think we ought to go to my place tonight."

Dolores' eyes widened. "Are you sure, Sugar?"

Tim gave her a level look, "Yeah. It won't be a surprise. The subject came up yesterday."

They got in the car, and Dolores immediately snuggled up to Tim, shivering. Tim hugged her and grinned at her obvious fear of the upcoming encounter. "S'Okay, Babe. Couldn't be any worse than my first run-in with your Pop!" He laughed, shortly.

"I'm sure they'll be polite, but..." Dolores had seen her share of white condescension. Hell, she'd seen BLACK condescension! A good dose of that could kill their relationship. She couldn't handle it.

"Just try to relax. I'm not expecting trouble. We're not dropping any bombs today. They know we're dating, and that we're going to the Prom. It'll be fine." Tim pulled into his driveway, and held her hand as she slid out behind him across the driver's side, rather than getting out the passenger door.

Trish looked up from the shopping list she was preparing at the kitchen table to see Tim come in the front door, hand in hand with a tall, curvaceous, and very nervous brown-skinned girl. She rose from the table and came forward into the living room, where the couple had ground to a halt upon detecting her.

Dolores saw a matronly, middle aged woman wearing bifocals, with prematurely grey hair pulled back into a bun. Trish, having taken in the background, looked directly into Dolores' eyes, seeing one very scared little girl looking back at her. Those eyes pled for acceptance, and Trish's heart melted instantly. Trish's step firmed, and she moved right in, gathering a surprised Dolores into her arms for a hug. "Hello, Dolores, I'm Trish." She backed off after a quick squeeze. "My goodness, you're cute. No wonder Tim gets that look on his face when he talks about you!" Dolores looked to Tim, who was totally bemused by the unfolding situation. Trish took Dolores' hand, and led her toward the kitchen, "Come on in the kitchen - have you two eaten anything? Want a Coke?" Trish proceeded to sit Dolores down at the kitchen table and prattle away at her for 4 or 5 minutes. Tim, thoroughly bemused, could barely get a word in edgewise - but at the end of it, Dolores was relaxed and smiling. Tim managed to extract her and they made their way into the den to 'watch some TV'. "I'll try to keep Eddie off you!" Trish promised.

"That wasn't so bad, I guess..." Tim said, doubtfully.

Dolores hugged him to her. "Your Momma was incredibly sweet to me - she must have known I was scared to death!"

"Huh!" Tim replied, "Surprised the Hell out of me! If you went over that well with Mom, Dad's a cinch!" He began nuzzling her ear, making Dolores giggle.

Forty minutes later, Bruce walked through the door. Trish met him in the living room, announcing, "Dolores is here, and she's the SWEETEST thing!"

Bruce, who expected Trish to have trouble with Dolores over her ethnic background - but to be unable to admit it - was more than a little surprised. "Really?"

"Oh, yes. She's got a bit of a temper on her - but that will help her to keep Tim in line... They're in the den."

Bruce made a noise before sticking his head around the corner to say "Hi!" Tim was surreptitiously trying to extract a finger from underneath Dolores' halter. Bruce waited for them to get organized, pretending that he had seen nothing, then entered the room and met them as they rose from the couch. "So, you're the little girl that Marcus Brown brags about. I can see why!"

"Pop talks about me?" Dolores asked, surprised.

"All the time, at the VFW. He's pretty proud of you. Did I let out a secret?" Bruce grinned.

Dolores blushed, an interesting color combination with her cinnamon complexion, "Uh, maybe. He's not much for compliments at home."

"No, he wouldn't be, would he? Tim has the same problem with me!" Bruce clapped Tim on the shoulder. Turning his attention back to Dolores, he continued, "We're pleased to have you. Make yourself at home. I'll leave you to your own devices - I'm thirsty!" Bruce turned and meandered out, smiling. Trish met him in the living room with a beer. "Damn, she's pretty! Nice, too!" Trish nodded, smiling. "Oh, another thing. You'd better start picking out names for your grandchildren. Unless I miss my guess, they're about three days from hot, sweaty sex!"

"Oh, you!" Trish swatted her grinning husband on the shoulder. "Is that all you ever think about?"

Bruce screwed up his face in thought. "Nope, but it sure beats whatever comes second!" The grin returned and he stepped in close, then goosed his wife, running his thumb along her crotch and up along the crack of her ample behind. Trish's eyes popped and she leaped forward - bashing into him from crotch to shoulder. Bruce wrapped his arm around her, trapping her in place and leered at her. "I get few complaints..."

Trish worked up a head of mock anger, "Yeah, you probably don't get any from those young hussies you work with!"

"Huh! Them fragile things? I'd break 'em rounding third. I need a husky woman who can take the heat!" He crushed her to him. "I bring my spunk HOME, to a woman I know can handle it!... Speaking of handling it..."

Trish kissed him, smearing her eyeglasses. "Later, you! We can't go to bed at 6:30 with guests in the house! Eddie will talk!"

Bruce laughed, let go of his wife, and took a sip of his almost forgotten beer. "I'm gonna hold you to that!" Life was good... Trish was a little thick here and there, and was no raving beauty, but she had 20 year's experience making him happy, and was damned good at it. Women who worked at the firm he did engineering work for were either empty-headed sales staff, long on talk and incredibly short on action, or 'sex'retarys. Bruce's engineer's mind couldn't abide the merely decorative, even in women. The couple of female engineering colleagues he had might as well have been men, once a problem was under discussion - and he liked it that way. Trish's perennial comments about his sex life at work covered an insecurity that was totally unjustified; Trish fit his needs like he'd done her design spec himself, and he had absolutely no interest in looking elsewhere. On the other hand, though, it DID keep her on her toes, resulting in a few more happy moments in bed... 

Trish headed off to the kitchen, wiping her eyeglasses absently on a dish towel she'd had over her shoulder. "Dinner's in a half hour. Find out if Dolores is staying, Hon."

"Okay." Bruce wandered toward the den, executing the same noisemaking routine as previously. Tim managed to have his hands in sight when he finally stuck his head around the door. "Dinner in a half hour. Will you be staying, Dolores?"

"Uh..." Dolores' hands fluttered, and her head wobbled in indecision. "Can I call home?"

"Sure. Tim, show her the phone." An evil grin appeared on Bruce's visage. "NOT the one in your room!" Returning his gaze to Dolores, he added, "Just let Trish know, so she can set the table properly." He accepted Dolores' obedient nod, and took his grin from the room.

"Hallo?" Padma answered the burring phone.

"Momma, I've been invited to dinner at Tim's. Is it okay?" came a familiar voice.

"Surely." Padma replied. Then in a lower voice, "How are things going, Daughter?"

"Great!" Dolores gushed. "They've been wonderful!"

"Good. Have a good time, but remember that it is a school night!"

"I will, Momma!" Click.

Padma looked at Marcus, who was sitting in his chair with an eyebrow raised. "There will be one fewer for dinner, Husband. Our in-laws apparently know how to treat a house guest."

Marcus grinned. "Padma, that's NOT a done deal. This is the US, and we don't do it that way. It's also not a surprise. Tim's Pop has a fine reputation - well deserved, from what I've seen."

Padma cocked an eyebrow. "And the mother? THAT'S the dangerous one!"

"I dunno. She don't come to the Hall. Guess we'll see. What'm I gettin' an extra portion of?"

"Vindaloo, and I hope it gives you heartburn!" Padma snapped, then grinned to take the sting out.

"Looks like we'll be losing a daughter soon. Am I gonna need to pound your ass and git another one on you?" Marcus smirked.

"I need no more daughters - but you can pound me anyway, Husband! Maybe we won't have to hide in the bedroom so much!" She ambled off to the kitchen, humming.

Marcus quelled an urge to chase her down. Vindaloo could wait, but the naan he was smelling wouldn't. Bedtime was soon enough.

After dinner, the young couple moved into the living room, leaving the den and its TV set to Bruce and Trish. This helped keep Eddie out of trouble, too. When Trish announced "It's nine thirty!" both got the hint. Dolores hit the door with Trish's "Hurry back, Dear!" ringing in her ears.

"Hallo? Yes, I'll get him. It's for you, Husband." Padma handed Marcus the phone.

"Marcus? Bruce Vincent."

"Hullo!"

"Your daughter is on her way home with Tim. She's a fine young lady..."

'Here it comes... ' thought Marcus.

"... and she's welcome to visit us any time! You need to update that ratty old picture of her you carry, though. Everybody at the Hall thinks she's twelve!" Bruce laughed.

"Yeah. Didn't want that bunch of lechers to know how far along she was!" Marcus laughed.

"Probably a good idea! She's filled out a bit since that picture!" More laughter. "Well, they should be along soon - if they don't get sidetracked."

"If they do," Marcus quipped, "I think Tim and Padma have already negotiated the dowry!"

"Holy shit!" Bruce roared. "Seriously, they make a fine looking couple. Let's wait and see what happens."

"Yeah... Thanks for the call."

"Sure thing. 'Night, Marcus."

"G'night."

"Husband?" Padma was transfixed.

"Bruce Vincent. Said Dolores could plunk her scrawny ass on his couch anytime. Gave me shit about that old picture of her I carry. I figger she'll be grinning when she hits the door." Marcus took a pull of his beer. "She needs to hurry up. All this talk of romance got me thinking about that pounding I promised your ass!"

"She knows how to lock the door, Husband." Padma opened her sari, wiggled her tits back and forth salaciously, and took off at a dead run for the bedroom, giggling, because Marcus was already out of his chair.



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Chapter 42: Thursday night: Nellis'


Dina arrived home after dinner, which had been a casual affair without regard for the fact that it was done at the table. Marilyn had never bowed to popular pressure to allow dinner to be eaten in front of the TV on a regular basis. In her words, "If I go to the trouble to make it, I want you to be able to taste it." Besides, the whole thing fostered a certain amount of family communication. Fortunately, when Dina pulled up her recently vacated chair (Mandi had 'sat in') there were enough leftovers to satisfy her greater than usual hunger.

The rest of the family retired to the den, where all four of them made a pretense of watching TV. Both of the adults watched out of the corners of their eyes as Rick's hands would periodically drift upward from the bare skin of Mandi's midriff to areas underneath her top. After about 30 minutes of this, Marilyn drifted upstairs, returning in a pajama outfit with loose shorts for bottoms and a none too confining spaghetti strap top - obviously both braless and without panties, as the wisps of pubic hair visible through the loose crotch of the shorts revealed. This surprised - and aroused - both of the males, though both were careful not to make a display. The teens were on the couch, and Robert in his recliner, so Marilyn plopped on the recliner's near arm and leaned back across his lap. Rick all but goggled - this was the most blatant display of sexuality he'd ever seen from his mother. Mandi picked up on what was going on, and snuggled in to give Rick something to play with while he thought about it. Robert could not ignore this; he pulled Marilyn into a position that wasn't quite on his lap, that was comfortable for both of them, and (apparently absently) caressed whatever came to hand (just about everything between her neck and her knees).

Nine o'clock came, then 9:30, and Mandi didn't leave. Marilyn became impatient. Robert was deliberately torturing her into a highly aroused state. Finally, she got up and went upstairs, returning with the handcuffs. "Robbie?" she queried, nodding her head toward the bedroom.

Robert wasn't having any. He 'assumed the persona', going poker faced. Raising his eyebrow, he examined Marilyn's outfit. "What did I tell you about how you should present yourself for my attentions?" he asked, imperiously.

Marilyn gasped. "Robbie!" She rolled her eyes significantly at the teen couple, whose full attention was fixed upon the byplay at this point.

Robert's face didn't change. He tossed the cuffs back to Marilyn, who caught them, reflexively. "Go! Return nude, or do not return!" He regarded her for a moment, and said lightly, "Should you return, bring a vibrator, as well as the cuffs." He then dismissed her from his attention. Marilyn stood there for a moment, her mouth working, then slunk away.

Both teens were visibly impressed. Rick discovered that Mandi's crotch had become damp, and became very thoughtful. Mandi was examining Robert with new eyes, and Rick was forcibly reminded of his earlier conversation with his father.

Marilyn was in the kitchen, very nearly having a temper tantrum. 'How DARE he! Who does he think I AM! I'm never going to... ' She stopped herself. Fact was, she was soaking wet and sensitive over just about all of her erogenous zones to the point of being itchy. And she seriously needed for Robert to scratch that itch. She looked around the kitchen door into the den, and immediately picked up Mandi's awestruck expression. That Robert was basking in said attention was a given.

Marilyn ran upstairs, and tapped on Dina's bedroom door. "Dear, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Dina came to the door in a baby-doll nightie. "Just for a second, Mum - I'm wasted."

Marilyn came right to the point. "Your father's down there, ogling Rick's girlfriend. And SHE'S ogling back! I tried to get him to come upstairs and make love to me, and he told me I had to be naked when I asked him, and sent me away! What do I do?" Tears were beginning to sprout.

Dina gazed at her mother levelly. "Now Mum - I REALLY don't think you need to compete with Mandi - but if YOU do, then you need to play by the rules! You dropped those in Pop's lap, didn't you?"

Marilyn tilted her head. "Yes. So?"

"So you approached him as a slave. As a master, he directed you to approach him naked if you wanted to play slave games. He didn't change the rules - he dictated them to you last time, and now he must stand by them or lose your respect!"

"What do I do?"

"It's too late to approach him in a normal manner. He can't back down, now." Dina shook her head. "I guess you'll just have to get naked..."

Marilyn turned away, leaving Dina, and entering the master bedroom, deep in thought. Dina sat in her room, smiling to herself and shaking her head. 'Maybe I'd better stay up - this might be fun to watch!' she thought.

'I can't do this! It's too much!' Marilyn wailed to herself. 'I'll just do without. I can handle it!' Then she remembered Mandi. 'That little slut! How do I compete with an Amazon? Still, if I want to keep my man... ' She realized then that her body had been ahead of her. Her pajama top was gone, and her fingers were already hooked in the waistband of the bottoms. Shrugging, she finished the job. Then she dug in the drawer and retrieved her 3 speed vibrator. It was a modest item, only 6 inches long, running on a couple of 'C' cell batteries. She checked it, announced to herself, 'Two can play THIS game!' gathered her resolution, and descended the stairs.

The furniture in the den was positioned in such a way that the teens on the couch saw Marilyn before Robert did, since the recliner faced away from the door. Their gasps alerted Robert, however. Rick was nonplussed. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his mother would accede to his father's demands.

Marilyn knelt in front of Robert and dropped the cuffs and the vibrator into his lap. "I'm sorry!" she apologized, contritely.

Mandi leaped up and clapped. "Bravo!" she cried, enthusiastically. Marilyn flicked her a quick glare of annoyance, then realized belatedly that Mandi was being honestly supportive!

Robert gathered his scattered wits. He'd gambled heavily - and apparently, won! Marilyn really DID want to be dominated! Looking Marilyn up and down, he announced, "It pleases me to merely look upon you for a while, before I decide what else I will demand of you. You have irritated me somewhat by not following my instructions. Nonetheless, I want you excited, so I have allowed you this toy. Turn around and let me bind you, then I will decide where it is to be placed." Marilyn obediently stood, turned around, and backed up to the chair. In doing so, she locked eyes with Rick, and began to blush.

Rick wet his lips and dived in. "Uh, Pop?"

"Yes?" Robert waited, expecting a challenge.

"Before you limit her mobility, could you send her for another vibrator? This isn't fair - she's not the only slave here." Turning his gaze on Mandi, he made the leap. "Strip!" he directed.

Mandi's eyes flashed. She reached for the bottom of her top, then stopped with her arms crossed on the lower hem. "Fast or slow?"

Rick mulled for a moment. "Quickly. You're behind the eight ball. I can always pose you later."

Mandi shucked out of her top, whipping it over her head, then unzipped and stepped out of her jeans, taking her panties in the same pass. Nude, she stood awaiting instructions.

"Kneel over there." Rick directed, pointing at a point where she would be exposed to both his and his father's gaze. "Sit back on your heels, with your hands on your thighs." Mandi did as she was bid. "Hmmm. Open the thighs a bit. I don't want you fig leafed." Turning to his father, he said, "I read about this in old John Norman books!"

Robert gently slapped Marilyn on the butt. "Go get another toy." Turning to Rick, he asked, "Do you want binders?"

Rick considered the matter. "No, I think I'll see what I can accomplish without resorting to them. It will be interesting to see just how far her commitment goes." The question answered, Marilyn took Robert's nod and moved out.

She was back quickly, almost running. She knelt and placed the new vibrator - a G-spot type - in Robert's lap. Robert directed her to stand and turn by waving his finger. "I will use the binders. She has a ways to go. New things tend to cause her to lose her focus." He proceeded to mount the cuffs on Marilyn's wrists, gathering them behind her back. Finishing, he pushed her up off the chair. "Go!" he directed, "Join your sister in bondage! To her right, I think." Marilyn assumed the same position as Mandi, varied only by the fact that her hands were bound behind her back. This made it a bit more difficult to get into, but she made it. Mandi looked to Rick for permission to assist, but neither said nor did anything. When she was settled, Robert got up and began to pace slowly in circles around the pair, obviously thinking. Finally, he began to speak. "It is necessary that I provide you with an explicit statement of your condition. The first time I used the binders, it was basically against your will - a tool to ensure that you remained available to train. The second time, however, YOU brought the cuffs to ME. This redefined our relationship. What is our relationship under the present circumstances?"

Marilyn looked up into that set of strange eyes that she first saw on Tuesday. She knew. "You are Master. I am Slave."

"Correct. With us, this is a limited thing, which begins when you request it or acquiesce to a request by me. At that point, however, there are no more 'requests'. There are directives and blind obedience until I indicate that the session is at an end. You have delivered yourself to me to do with as I see fit, in the hopes that you will reap some pleasure from the exercise. Is this correct?"

"Yes... Master." Marilyn repaired the omission when the frown appeared on his serious visage.

"As such we need to define your persona under these conditions. I could just call you 'Slave', but there may be others present. For the moment, I will call you... hmmm... 'Merry' - for that is your purpose, to make me merry. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"When these conditions do not obtain, we will operate as closely as possible to the model we have established over the past 20 years. The rights and obligations entered into by that couple continue to exist and will continue to be honored. Under normal circumstances, you will find that you have delivered none of your rights, authority, or responsibilities to me. You need never submit to me again. When you DO submit to me, however, you have NO rights, and your obligations are to ME until I declare otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Robert shook his head. He grasped her left breast in his right hand and squeezed it, harshly. The intent was to deliver excruciating pain, and he succeeded. Marilyn groaned, and tears started from her eyes. Stepping back, Robert said, "An object lesson was required. I ask you again: Do you understand?"

Marilyn blinked and snuffled. Robert had HURT her. No, that wasn't Robert, was it? This was what he was getting at. To make this work, he could not be Robert, either. Again she looked up at - the Master. "Yes, Master," she intoned.

Robert stood back a bit, sighed, and said, "Okay. This ONE time, I offer you the opportunity to terminate the session. Now that we're all clear on who's who, I'm offering you ONE opportunity to resume our 'normal' life. First, do you have any questions of me? Later, you will be required to ask permission before questioning me, and may be punished if I think the question is impertinent. Right now, however, you may ask whatever you want, without fear of reprisal." He waited expectantly.

Marilyn's face screwed up as she thought about it. Then, "Master, have ALL of the rules been explained?"

"I'm not omniscient. There have been no deliberate omissions, but I'm sure we haven't covered everything. If you fear that I will impose something unbearable upon you in the future, you should take appropriate action NOW. Also, things that happen in this world may have no reflection in the other world. You may not take Robert to task in the world where you are called Marilyn for actions that I take in THIS world, for I am not Robert here, any more than you are Marilyn."

"I understand that, Master."

"Fair is not a concept that exists in this world, Merry. The closest concept may be efficiency or expediency. I would not cut off your clitoris, for instance, because it would make it difficult to engender sexual pleasure in you - something that I also enjoy. On the other hand, I might find it expedient to pierce both of your nipples so that I might lead you by a chain hung between them. Do you understand this?"

Marilyn's eyes had widened somewhat at this declaration, but she replied, "Yes, Master." After a moment, she asked, "Master, are you deliberately trying to cause me to fear?"

The Master's expressionless eyes bored into hers. "Absolutely. Your fear will break you and cause you to escape from this world now, or you will remember forever that you accepted your fate. My patience is exhausted. I require this final decision from you before I take away your right to make decisions in this place. Make it now!" He held up the key to the handcuffs. "Do you need this?"

Silence reigned for a moment, then Merry - for she WAS Merry here, in this place - said, "No, Master. The key is yours, as am I."

"It is done." The Master intoned. He turned and recovered a vibrator - the 'G'spot model, not her initial choice. "Spread your legs further," he directed. "Now bend forward." Merry complied. "Raise your ass." Merry did so, struggling not to lose her balance and bash her face into the floor. The Master ran a finger up and down her cleft, finding more moisture than expected. Pulling open her labia with two fingers of his left hand, he slowly pressed the vibrator into her vagina with his right, causing Merry a peculiar mix of sensations, a major portion of which was not particularly pleasant. Once it was almost completely inserted, he activated it and finished the insertion. "Sit up again," he directed. "Keep your legs spread enough that you can stay low to the floor. The vibrator may come in contact with the floor, but if it falls from your vagina, I will be displeased." He sat upon the arm of the recliner, and turned his gaze upon his son.

Rick had witnesses this performance with something approaching awe, but he realized that it didn't meet his and Mandi's needs. He got up and approached the pair, pondering, allowing his eyes to feast upon the visual stimulus as his mind worked. The pair were alike, and they were different. Merry - for he found that if he worked at it, he could think of her as Merry - was smaller, at 5' 4", with a somewhat darker complexion than Mandi. She also possessed a somewhat rangier build. On the other hand, aside from size, the structure of their conical breasts was very similar. Merry's sagged a bit more, gravity having had an additional two decades to work, but not much. Each had a collection of unkempt fur at her mons. Merry was beginning to squirm; she had accommodated to the vibrator, and it was beginning to provide pleasure. Merry looked up, "May a slave move a bit?"

Master Rob responded, "You may not change your basic position. Adjustments to accommodate the action of the vibrator are allowed, however. Remember my guidance about it falling out!" Merry began to weave a bit, and rock up and down. The base of the vibrator reached the floor, but the bend in it, ostensibly for G spot contact, helped her to hold it inside.

Rick took his eyes away from the pleasant view of Merry's increasing arousal and regarded Mandi. "We do not live in two different worlds," he announced. "You submitted yourself to me at essentially the outset of our relationship. Therefore, there is no difference between your public and private personas. Whatever fictions we must present to the outside world will be a thin, not necessarily impermeable, layer partially obscuring our actual relationship. The risk to you is that I may choose to expose that layer to anyone at any time. I offer you no choice in this matter; you offered me very little upon your submission and you are bound by your promise."

"In public, it is my plan to generally allow you the appearance of complete autonomy, under the assumption that my needs and wishes have been evaluated before you take action. However, if I should do this," he directed, pointing at the floor before him, "you will submit to whatever directives I issue. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"What is your name?"

"I am the slave my master calls Mandi."

"Rise and obtain the vibrator." Mandi did so, moving carefully past 'Master Rob' to obtain it from the seat behind where he was seated on the recliner's arm. 'Master Rob' watched her go by, then looked to Rick and winked. Rick continued, "Obviously, you will not so much as touch another man without my leave. On the other hand, should I direct it, I expect your willing participation in whatever acts I consider appropriate." Mandi had returned to her spot, but had not yet knelt. "Lie on your back." Mandi did so. "Insert the vibrator. You may lubricate it first." Mandi licked and sucked on the vibrator for a moment, ran her finger between her labia to open them, then dragged the vibrator up and down her slit a couple of times, trying to acquire a coating of her natural lubricant. Then she inserted it, stroking periodically to help with lubrication. "Activate it."

Master Rob looked up, "It's a three speed."

Rick nodded. "Use the center setting. Now, resume your position beside Merry." Mandi did so. Soon, she, too, was squirming. "Master Rob's instructions to Merry apply to you, too. Ensure that it does not fall out," Rick directed. He then sat on the arm of the couch nearest the pair. Both Rick and Master Rob were content to watch their charges.

Merry was squirming and attempting to get short strokes off the vibrator. Her nipples were erect, and she was flushed at the shoulders and upper chest. She was also apparently having difficulty breathing - large quantities of air were passing through her nose. She was emitting small whimpers, squelched any time she realized that she was doing it. Master Rob directed, "Tell me about how you feel, Merry."

"I-I'm very aroused," Merry responded, "but I am unable to achieve orgasm. I think I'm incapable of a completely vaginal climax."

"The G-spot stimulation is inadequate?"

"I don't know if it's in the proper place. I don't feel anything special..."

"Okay. This was meant to be instructive. This is how most males feel much of the time, especially in the presence of beautiful women. Its worst during the teen years, and it only gradually tapers off. Yet women spend most of their time ignoring the needs of men, or concocting ways to dole out small quantities of sexual release for inordinate amounts of monetary support and other benefits. Callous of them, isn't it?"

Merry's eyes had widened during this dissertation. She nodded, "Yes, Master."

"Would you enjoy being in that state, or one close to it, every waking hour?"

"No, Master! I could die! It's agony!"

"What would happen if I applied additional stimulus?"

"I would orgasm, Master - very quickly!" Master Rob looked at her awaiting the revelation - and it came. "Oh! Premature ejaculation!"

Master Rob vouchsafed one of his few tight smiles, and nodded. "Exactly!"

Mandi began to shake, as her knees locked up. "M-Master?"

Rick smiled gently. "Speak."

"This will not have the same effect on me, Master," she gasped out. "I-I-I OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Mandi's eyes rolled back, and she raised herself into a vertical position, then bent back in a bow, shaking like a leaf. The end of the vibrator was visible being alternately drawn in and pushed out about an inch as Mandi's body convulsed strongly.

Rick turned to Master Rob and confided, "Mandi experiences vaginal climax...", and winked.

"She's broken position," Master Rob observed.

"It was almost impossible that she should not," Rick replied. "It' a feature of her sexual response pattern. She goes into muscle lock. I have to give her credit for doing as well as she did. As it is, she'll cramp if I don't let her up..."

Master Rob nodded.

Rick addressed Mandi, who was weakly attempting to resume a vertical position, "You may assume a prone position, Mandi. Turn off the vibrator, but leave it seated. You might be glad that it is lubricated, later." Mandi did as she was bid, managing to wobble into a prone position. Turning off the vibrator was a struggle; she was having trouble moving. Finally, she lay on the rug with her head turned toward Rick.

Merry had watched this byplay out of the corner of her eye. Even visual stimulation was - almost - enough to bring her to orgasm. Master Rob smiled grimly, and dropped another bomb: "Merry, you have no doubt observed Master Rick."

"Yes, Master."

"Master Rick is A master, but he is not YOUR master. In the other world we sometimes inhabit, he is your son. In THIS world, that relationship exists, but is meaningless. In this world, you are a brood mare that I have sired him upon. Breeding you back to him for some purpose is an option that I may entertain. Certainly, lending you to him for an evening's pleasure is well within the realms of possibility..."

Merry's eyes became huge! For a moment, her imagination ran wild - and, as intended, it triggered her orgasm. "AAAIIIEEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed, bouncing up and down in an attempt to use the vibrator to sustain the climax. Almost, she lost the vibrator before sanity returned. The climax was quick, sharp, an appetizer that left her as tense and aroused as before it occurred. She settled back into position and rode the vibrator for another few minutes. Master Rob sat, apparently relaxed, watching her progress. The TV's babbling in the background was totally ignored by everyone, so Master Rob shut it off.

Mandi lay prone, recovering from her orgasm. She was delighted that Rick had chosen to accept his dominant role.

Rick looked down at her. "How are the legs?" he asked.

"They are fine, Master."

"Then kneel up. I need some release. Where should I take you?"

"My Master may do as he pleases."

"I know that - I'm asking for input, however. I may choose to ignore it, but..."

"Master had a plan when he told me to leave the vibrator seated?" Mandi asked.

"Well, there was something, but it hadn't totally surfaced. Okay, hands and knees - you can lay your head on your crossed arms if you wish. Loosen up that sweet ass." Rick grasped the end of the vibrator, and pumped it in and out of Mandi's pussy a few times to ensure that it was lubed. Meanwhile, he dampened a finger, and began teasing her sphincter. Mandi sighed happily. Virtually any attention was a good thing. After a few moments, he removed the finger and began driving the vibrator into her anus. When it seemed like the lubrication had given out, he switched it back to her pussy for a few strokes, recoating it. By the third pass, a reasonably comfortable full insertion was possible. Rick turned it on and let it begin doing its work while he shucked his clothing. He basically ignored Rob and Merry until he was nude - then he looked around and said, "Move forward a bit and rotate to the right. No need for anyone to get a crick in their neck."

Master Rob stirred. "You may observe this, Merry."

Rick knelt up and slid home in Mandi's sweet pussy, "Ahhhhh... Damn, that's good!" He grabbed two handfuls of her soft hip flesh and began a slow sequence of strokes in and out, savoring the warm wet clasp of Mandi's vagina. Mandi purred with pleasure. The vibrator at it's current setting provided a sensation in her anus that wasn't unpleasant, but wasn't incredibly arousing, either - but it provided a platform of arousal that Rick's activity worked above, moving her down the path to orgasm much more quickly than his slow strokes would have done alone. Soon she was gasping and shuddering, driving back to meet his thrusts. Rick, having loosened Mandi with the first few slow strokes, now was getting less buttery sensation than upon penetration, so he picked up the pace somewhat - still nothing urgent, but a source of pleasant friction for both of them. Slowly, he brought up the pace until every inward stroke provided a delightful jiggle on impact with Mandi's ass and his balls would slap her erect clitoris. Mandi began to pant and shake, moaning, "Oh... Oh... Oh... Ohh... Oh..." with every stroke.

Merry knelt watching as Master Rick (her son!) proved himself to be an excellent cocksman. She drank in every detail of the act before her. Master Rob virtually ignored them; he continued to watch Merry, noting the shifting patterns of her arousal as she squirmed under the constant, but inadequate, stimulus of the vibrator.

Rick decided that it was time to get his first shot off. He reached down and turned the vibrator to 'High', and began a shattering series of strokes designed to bring them both quickly to orgasm. He needn't have worked so hard - the vibrator went from an easily accommodated hum to a shattering vibration that transmitted itself right through the narrow wall between Mandi's anus and her vagina, quadrupling the sensations caused by Rick's thrust. Mandi's eyes crossed instantly, and a thin scream issued from lungs clamped tight from the spasm. She arched her back and threw her hands out to the sides, grasping for purchase on the rug futilely as she came in great, rolling spasms. Suddenly, Rick couldn't drive his cock in either direction as Mandi's vagina locked around it and began milking. Rick shouted "JESUS!!!" at the top of his lungs and began shooting great gouts of sperm into Mandi's milking pussy. Mandi hung suspended in some starry place for over a minute and a half as the only motion by the couple was the visible waves of contractions pulsing across her body. Rick came to earth sometime during this period and began rubbing her back and sides, savoring the sweet sensation of her smooth musculature with his hands. He shut off the vibrator, but could not extract it immediately - everything was too clenched. Mandi's anus was pulsing in time to her vagina, and neither was giving up its intruder.

Merry had watched the coupling in rapt attention, and was thoroughly aroused - but the damned vibrator was actually impeding her rise to orgasm! She struggled with it for a moment, then turned to Master Rob and intoned, "A slave begs to serve, Master!"

Master Rob eyed her critically, and said, "I'm not certain you're ready. What have you learned today?"

Merry blinked, but the answer came quickly, "I have learned that women are vain, selfish creatures, unworthy guardians hoarding a treasure that should be dispensed freely and using the natural needs of men to their own ends without understanding."

Master Rob quirked an eyebrow in surprise. "Very good, Merry!" He got up and stepped close. "Do you continue to require binding?"

Merry tilted her head back and looked into Master Rob's eyes. "No, Master. I have submitted. I am otherwise bound. Unless Master feels restraints are necessary?"

"Not at this juncture." Master Rob circled behind her, reached down and undid the cuffs. He rubbed her shoulders a bit, enjoying the feel of her flesh, then slipped his hands down to cup her breasts.

Merry relaxed into the embrace, leaning back against his legs. "Master? A request?"

"Mmm?" Master Rob frowned. Was Merry backsliding?

Merry phrased the request very carefully, however, "The toy, Master. It is becoming an irritant. A slave fears that it will interfere with her master's pleasure."

"Ah. You walked a thin line there, Merry."

"Yes, Master. Did a slave perform satisfactorily?"

"Yes, Merry - you came down on the correct side of the line. You might remember in the future only to supply information about how something feels upon request - but your justification was excellent. Bend forward and take your weight on your hands." Merry did so, and Master Rob shut down and extracted the vibrator. He then stuck his thumb in the distended opening of her vagina and, using it as a base, began manipulating her clitoral area with two fingers. Merry gasped and sighed happily, pushing her mound back onto the welcome invader.

Rick had been watching the byplay while waiting for Mandi to recover herself. Early planning right after his orgasm would have had him settling back on his haunches - but he discovered that he remained rock hard, and Mandi's soft sheath was a very pleasant place to be. He shut down and extracted the vibrator.

Master Rob looked up, and reached out. "Rick? May I?" Rick nodded and handed the vibrator to him. He palmed it, flipping it around in his hand (the other was still engaged with Merry's clitoris), turned it on 'Low' and began sliding it up and down her perineum from her anus to her open labia. Merry moaned in pleasure, then stopped, blinked, and turned her head to look at Master Rob. Sensing the question, Master Rob responded to it, "You may give voice to your pleasure at any time that I do not specifically direct otherwise, Merry. Hearing you express pleasure pleases me." Merry sighed in relief, and settled back into the sensations. Master Rob began wetting the vibrator between Merry's gaping labia, then popping the tip into her anus. Every time he did the latter, Merry would jump and emit an "Ooo!" But she didn't move away, and after the fifth or sixth penetration, she began to drive herself back upon the vibrator. Master Rob left it in place, then slowly impaled her on it, driving it into her depths until only the very end was exposed. He then began lubricating the head of his cock in the juices gathered in her open slit. By the time he began to enter her vagina, Merry was more than ready to accept him. The first couple of strokes were slow, dispersing her lubricant over his shaft, but after that he set up a brisk rhythm, driving hard to override the jangled nerves in her vagina with stronger sensations. In recent years, Merry had begun to spread some at the hips, Rob settled his hands on these love handles and used them to support his drive, enjoying the jiggle his hard pubic bone imparted to her ass on the in stroke. His swinging testicles, meanwhile, were finding Merry's clitoris every second or so; after about a minute and a half of this, a fireworks display appeared before Merry's eyes as her nervous system overloaded with her climax. She became disoriented, losing the rhythm of their coupling, then going boneless, but Master Rob was nowhere near finished. He pulled her ass back into position and resumed thrusting, going to a longer stroke that brought the head of his cock back far enough to be hugged by her spasming vaginal opening. Merry rapidly got back into the swing of things, and Master Rob managed to hold her on a plateau from which she could climb to a peak about every 90 seconds. After the second cycle, she was just barely in this universe, driving back onto Master Rob, making a continuous urgent moan of "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm...", punctuated with an emphatic "Huuuuhhh!!" as she spasmed. Rick and Mandi had resumed their coupling, and Merry regarded them with glassy eyes that obviously saw little or nothing most of the time. Master Rob managed to keep this up for about 15 minutes, before Merry's tenth orgasm drove him over the edge. When she realized that he was spending, she added what conscious control of her vaginal muscles she possessed to the contractions generated by her orgasm, bearing down to give him a tight sheath for his spasming cock. Master Rob was about spent - that was a LONG time to sustain such unaccustomed exercise. "Stretch out on the floor so that I can lay atop you," he wheezed. Merry did so, carefully maintaining their coupling.

Mandi was basically out again - she and Rick had lasted only 8 minutes before she locked up and wrung him dry again. He was draped over her upraised ass, rubbing the sides of her breasts. Mandi's upper body was collapsed across the rug. She lay with her ass in the air and her head on her crossed arms, basically drooling on the rug in her post-orgasmic state.

Into this scene of post coital lassitude came the sound of applause, as Dina revealed herself. She had been watching from a vantage point in the next room out of direct detection by the two couples. "That was incredible! You guys put on a helluva show!"

Marilyn attempted to struggle up, embarrassed. Master Rob put an end to it. "Merry!" His voice was a whipcrack! "You are NOT released!"

Marilyn stopped dead, blinked, and resumed being Merry. "Mercy, Master. A slave was foolish."

Master Rob glared at Dina. "You had serious provocation! I will not punish you on this occasion."

Dina smiled. "She's certainly come a long way!"

Rob climbed slowly up off Merry, who remained where she was. "I'm pleased with her," he admitted. He dropped into the recliner, still naked. If Dina was going to watch him have sex, she could damn well put up with him lounging around naked! "Merry, come up here and sit on my lap." Merry, who had remained prone as Rob got up, climbed to her feet, challenging Dina with her eyes. She settled into a position where her breasts were available to Rob's right hand.

Dina came forward, smiling, and caressed Merry's cheek. "You know, 'Merry', your Master is right. Most women have no idea what they do to the men around them. And they're the idiots that call those of us who do sluts, and other crap. It's a conspiracy of idiots. I'm so glad that you've discovered the truth. Now we can be like sisters!"

Rick, who was struggling onto the couch, stopped, and shook his head in wonder. What's next? Mandi looked at him with a question in her eyes, then stretched out on her back on the couch with her head on his lap.

Dina winked at Merry. "I live in this world, too." She kissed Merry, then Master Rob. "I'm going to bed. Thanks for a great evening. G'night!" With that, she walked out.

Rob looked at Merry. "It's Dina. Should we have expected anything less?"



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Chapter 43: Friday: Nellis'


Marilyn/Merry awoke, spooned naked with her backside against her husband/master. The alarm clock was spewing a weather report. "Master? Who am I?"

"Mmmm?" came the sleepy reply. "Marilyn, I guess."

"Not sure I want to be," she murmured, snuggling back into his arms.

Master Rob groaned. "Tell me THAT when I've got a morning hard-on! Okay, you're still Merry. Unfortunately, I've also got the OTHER morning problem..." He raised up a bit and looked down at her. "Ever heard of 'water sports'?"

Merry's face said she hoped he was joking, but she replied gamely, "Yes, Master."

Master Rob entertained the idea for a moment, then dismissed it. "Something for another day," he sighed.

"Like breeding me back to my offspring, Master?"

"Yeah, like that - only a touch more likely, like lending you out to him to serve his pleasure," Robert smiled gently.

"In trade, Master?"

"Variety IS the spice of life..."

"Master has an interest in Mandi?" Merry dreaded the reply.

"Only a passing one. I wouldn't want her around all of the time. One day, she'd lock up and snap my back like a twig! Besides, I like my slaves multi-orgasmic, like the little spitfire I keep in bed!" He pinched her butt, and arose.

"Does Master want me to hold it for him?" Merry asked, gaily.

"The object of the exercise is to be able to piss!" Master Rob responded. "You'd better get ready for when I come back! I'm going to sink this thing SOMEWHERE in one stroke. If its gonna be your pussy, it had better be wet!" The bathroom door closed.

Merry went to work masturbating, running two fingers up and down her slit to collect moisture. When Rob returned from the bathroom 90 seconds later, Merry was ready for him. "How do you want me, Master?" Merry asked.

"Missionary style, I think," said Rob. Merry looked mildly disappointed. "But I'm going to need full access - none of this operating half buried. Get those knees up!"

Merry blinked. Maybe this was going to be interesting after all... She went from the position with her legs flat and her knees just slightly open (Marilyn's ONLY position) to one with her knees up and her feet flat on the mattress, spread. "Like this, Master?"

"Uh uh. Get those knees up around your titties and spread 'em wide. I want nothing between the flat plane of your pussy and my hip bones. I plan to go DEEP!"

Merry followed instructions, and looked down across the plane of her belly as Rob approached. 'Huh, ' she thought, 'that IS pretty wide open... '

Master Rob knelt up, positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to Merry's vagina, and executed the promised single stroke entry. Merry's eyes saucered. This made a BIG difference! Suddenly, he was HUGE, and she was getting bumped in the cervix! Rob grinned from his position a couple of inches from her face. "That's right! I spent 20 years operating only halfway through the door!" He then bent forward, stuck his tongue between her lips and began long-stroking her wide open vagina.

Merry was in Heaven. This was great! Not only was she getting another 2 1/2 inches of cock than she had ever had before in her 'normal' position, Master Rob was bashing her clitoris with his pubic bone on every stroke! Merry grabbed her knees and worked at lifting her pelvis into an even more exposed position. Rob was taking no prisoners, setting a shattering pace, and Merry DID shatter in orgasm after two and a half minutes, yelling "OooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GAAAAWWWWD! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Two minutes later, she was back seeing stars. Rob began to slow, so it took four minutes for Merry to find her third - not that she was complaining!

Somewhere in the process of that third orgasm, Master Rob buried himself, slumped forward, and began gushing into her, emitting a quiet "Ahhhhhh..." Still connected, he rolled from side to side, allowing her to drop her legs, one by one. Then he stuck his tongue down her throat. After their tongues had dueled for a time, he stopped rubbing her flanks and rose up. "Unfortunately, time passes in that OTHER universe, and Robert and Marilyn need to go to work!" He extracted himself, stood, and kissed her warmly again. "You're released. Now move that sweet ass!" He moved off toward the master bath, whistling.

Robert began shaving, working on the usual morning preparations for work. Marilyn came in, fired up the shower and stood there, waiting for the water to warm up. Since Robert was shaving, it didn't take long. Robert sighed a bit as she entered the shower, moving out of his visual field. One thing that recent events had caused was a rediscovery of the wonder that was his wife. He couldn't get enough of looking at her, no matter what persona he was wearing.

Marilyn was caught between the pleasant afterglow and the warm water. The idea of going in to the law office where she worked as an assistant held little interest this morning. Too bad that Robert didn't get paid what his commitment and technical expertise were worth at his job in a corporate data center... He did well, but they asked a lot of him - nights and weekends - six figures' worth, in her opinion. Then he came home to... Marilyn began to sniffle a bit. Master Rob's object lesson had sunk in a bit, and the import of what she had denied them both over the years was beginning to hit home.

In an unprecedented move, the shower door popped open and Robert stepped in. "You're using all of the hot water," he murmured - but he did NOT reach for the soap. He stepped forward, pressing himself against her back and reached around, cupping her breasts. In the process, he discovered her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" he asked, concerned.

Marilyn leaned back into his embrace. "I've been a shit, haven't I?"

Robert studied this from several angles. Sometimes with a woman, total honesty made things worse... "You didn't know any better."

"I'm going to be a good girl from now on..." Marilyn began.

"Who's this 'good girl' going to be?" Robert asked, seriously. "Marilyn, or Merry?"

"I - I don't know!" Marilyn admitted.

"We CAN have a satisfying sex life without dominance and submission games," Robert pointed out.

"I know, but - paradoxically - when I'm Merry, I feel so free!"

Robert grinned, "That's because Master Rob is taking responsibility for whatever outrageous behavior you're exhibiting. Somebody's going to go to Hell for that - but it won't be Merry - she's not responsible! That's your thought process..."

"Yes, that's part of it - but there is also the risk-taking. I never know what Master Rob will do next!" She turned and gazed into Robert's eyes, "What if I wanted to be Merry all of the time?"

Robert smiled. "Dina's vision of you doing housework in a dog collar and high heels comes true! Without the heels - I prefer you barefoot. You have pretty feet!" He turned serious. "Then I would lose that person with whom I have maintained a relationship based upon trust and equality for 20 years. A person whose intelligence and opinions I value."

"Can't you ask a slave's opinion?"

"Certainly - but the opinions of a slave are irrelevant to a master by definition. If I value the opinions of a slave, then that person ceases to be a slave in some small part."

"I disagree," Marilyn said, seriously. "If you acquire a slave to keep your books, to a certain extent you trust that slave's judgment to do it properly - or it would be valueless to you. Certainly, you supervise, and ultimately the slave can be punished - even put to death - for errors, but you rely upon the slave within the area of its expertise."

"You make a good point - and you brought up one. Thus far, Merry has seen very little in the way of punishment for her transgressions. Dominance must be exercised occasionally - even capriciously - to maintain the relationship, else the slave loses respect for the master. How long will it be before Merry loses respect for Master Rob?"

Marilyn stood back and put her hands on her hips, "Last night wasn't torture?"

"It was extremely mild - and more mental than physical. There was a heavy element of degradation, which Merry seems to respond to. But what happens when they get around to the physical? I suspect that it is coming - and soon!" Robert grabbed the soap. "The water's getting cold; let's continue this outside, if we have time!"

They washed each other quickly, only engaging in a small amount of horseplay - but both acknowledged to themselves that it was fun. As they dried each other off, Robert resumed the discussion, "Another thing. Has it occurred to you that Master Rob is stressful to me? The way he operates runs counter to everything I believe in."

Marilyn caught and held his eyes. "Are you sure? Sunday night, I looked into your eyes and a door opened. A man I'd never met walked out and took charge - but it was absolutely natural! Robert, you didn't make Master Rob up, you let him out! He's in there, and he's a part of you, whether you're ashamed and embarrassed by him or not! And he gets his jollies by manipulating people, controlling them in ways you never have, ways you have always been told are wrong! What if sometimes they're not? What benefits can you reap from letting Master Rob out of his box?" She reached out and grabbed him by his biceps. "Robert, people do this! The important thing is to be honest about it - to yourself and to others!"

Robert frowned, "Maybe." Marilyn had rubbed his nose in something he had been trying to sweep under the rug. Master Rob WAS a permanent resident in his psyche - not just a visitor. He'd discovered that Sunday night, too, but he hadn't wanted to admit it to himself. "For now, let's go on as we are. And let's keep an eye on Rick and Mandi's model!"

Marilyn nodded, looking serious. She let go of him, but again engaged his eyes. "Will there be pain?"

Robert's face changed, as Master Rob paid a visit. The stone face nodded, "There will be pain." The expression said something else, too. Master Rob's expression said that pain was unavoidable, no matter what either of them wanted. Merry nodded and turned away, and they resumed preparing to go to work.

Downstairs, Rick and Dina were eating breakfast when their parents arrived. Rick was yawning hugely. It was with great reluctance that he took Mandi home the previous night at 11:30. Mandi was addictive; Rick was beginning to find the idea of a bed without her in it to be more and more unsatisfactory. He addressed Dina, "Hey, Sis, why don't we get the whole crowd together and do something tonight? Maybe a movie?"

Dina entertained the idea, and agreed, "Sure! I've got things to accomplish that can't be done at school. Dinner after - and maybe a little clubbing?" Turning to her mother, she put an innocent face on it, "I'd be with Rick and our friends..."

Robert and Marilyn exchanged glances. "It IS Friday..." Robert pointed out.

"If this thing shakes out the way you're describing, I will probably pass on it. Call me later and let me know what you're REALLY doing, and I'll make the call," Marilyn directed.

Rick rolled the grenade, "Uh, I might want to stay over at Mandi's..."

Again, the silent parental communication occurred. "I'll want to hear from Helen that it's okay." Marilyn responded. "You two are moving in the fast lane, and such things can burn out; I'm warning you! If Helen approves, I'll allow it. But I want to find a message on the machine that tells me EXACTLY where you are - and I'm going to check!"

"Yes, Mum." Rick had the grace not to grimace. All in all, it was more than fair. Turning to Dina, he said, "Okay! Let's get this show on the road!" The pair made for the door, school and plans for the evening uppermost in their minds.

Marilyn and Robert followed a few moments later, both late for work.



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Chapter 44: Friday Night


With Rick and Dina pushing, two of the couples were already accounted for. The other two couples, looking for someplace to go where they weren't being watched constantly, fell into line. Helen would be late again, arriving after 10:00; besides, if anything, she was a full-fledged co-conspirator. They all agreed to meet for the 9:00 show at the local theater (the girls were allowed to collaborate over exactly which movie they would see), followed by a late dinner at a local restaurant. After that, planning was open - but the assumption was that they would retire to Giannelli's to neck, at a minimum. One by one, parental approvals came in; the fact that there were to be three other couples present made it easy to assume that little or nothing could happen. Due to the planned time frames, curfews were extended. Once again, Helen proved instrumental in securing extensions - the fact that an adult would be present at the private home where they would finally gather and that there was a phone number where parents could check on their children's status allayed suspicions somewhat beyond the amount supported by the reality. Helen didn't mind at all; she had basically contracted with Mandi for a piece of Rick, to be delivered Saturday morning. Rick didn't know, but Mandi knew that he would cooperate; he owed Helen, and Mandi knew that Rick paid his debts. Mandi expected to give up a piece of Rick to her mother from time to time; in return, well, interesting things were happening at Nellis'.

Everybody arrived early, allowing them to occupy most of the back row in the theater. Surprisingly, the girls picked some adventure yarn where the hero, if he didn't have super powers, had all of the luck in the world. This worked somewhat against serious necking in the theater - but they all knew they would be able to do that later, anyway.

After the movie, they drove the five blocks to Gino's Greasy Spoon, a popular hangout. They managed to occupy one of two huge horseshoe shaped booths in the back of the restaurant, just before the rush. Terry, Jackie, Bobby, and Dina took the curve of the horseshoe; Mandi sat next to Terry, with Rick on the outside on the left, and Dolores sat next to Dina, with Tim on the outside on the right. Right after they sat down, Bobby slid his hands into Dina's halter. After the waitress took their drink order, Dina plopped herself on Bobby's lap. As they watched the place fill with high school acquaintances coming in from various sites, Dina began squirming on Bobby's lap. Bobby squawked in a voice that could be heard clearly 20 feet away, "Jeez, Dina! Quit squirming! You're giving me a hard-on!"

Everybody shut up, so Dina's reply of, "It's your fault, Lover. Look what you've done to my nipples!" was heard clear across the room. She gave him a big kiss, announced, "Mama fix!" then dove under the table! Even people poorly positioned to see Dina's head bobbing under the table could see Bobby's reaction as he flopped back against the back of the booth and began moaning out his pleasure. Dolores had a front row seat. She had worn a knee-length skirt and a (for her) rather demure semi-sheer blouse. As she watched Dina bob her head over Bobby's cock, she absently began rubbing Tim's leg. In seconds, Tim was frantically trying to adjust his boner into a vertical position before it became to stiff to handle. Dolores took this all in, and turned to Tim. "Scoot over, Sugar, and let me out. I'll be right back!" She kissed him and took off for the ladies room.

Jackie was also watching Dina, rapt. Her hand stole into Terry's crotch, where in moments, a VERY respectable bulge developed. One of the consequences of her unfortunate sophomore incident was that, to her chagrin, she really HAD developed a taste for cock - one she hadn't indulged since. She watched Dina, obviously enjoying herself, and felt Terry's reaction to her ministrations. She reached over and unzipped his fly, releasing an incredible 7 plus inch cut cock, one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen! Terry was just full of surprises! Slowly, she ran her hand up and down it. The feel of it was incredible! She forgot all about Dina, other than as an example. Terry was fighting hard to maintain his aplomb; Jackie's hand was doing incredible things to his exposed cock.

Bobby grinned to himself. 'This should bring down the house!' he thought. Aloud, he muttered in a stage whisper that you could hear for 15 feet, "Lips, Dina, lips! Watch the teeth!"

You could hear a pin drop. The waitress, loaded down with their drink orders, caught an eyeful and announced, "Oh, Lord!" She put down the tray, made a minimalist effort at dispersing the sodas, and scurried away without taking food orders.

Dolores appeared, moving regally across the room. The red bra that had been visible beneath the semi-sheer blouse was gone, replaced by a pair of beautiful chocolate brown nipples. Tim got up and she resumed her place, then took Tim's hand and pulled it under her skirt, revealing that her bra wasn't the only thing she had done away with. Tim sat there with a foolish look on his face and a handful of downy pubic hair. "I can't give that monster between your legs the treatment it deserves," Dolores announced, "but I can damn sure give you something to look forward to!" She tucked herself into his arm, gasping, as his finger slid down her open labia.

Jackie looked around, muttered, "Hell, I don't have any reputation left anyway..." and disappeared under the table, settling in next to Dina.

Terry's eyes got huge, then he slumped back against the seat with a groan as velvety lips covered the head of his distended cock. He looked down into Jackies eyes, and murmured, "I won't last 30 seconds!"

Jackie lifted her mouth off his penis and said, "Then give it to me. I want it all!"

Mandi looked around, then looked into Rick's eyes. His right hand started to move, but Mandi said, "Don't bother..." Leaning over to her right, she unzipped his fly and wrapped her lips over his glans. She was more visible this way, but there wasn't room for her under the table.

Terry was as good as his word. 20 seconds later, he emitted a quiet "Oh, God!" and convulsed, filling Jackie's throat with semen. Jackie smiled around his cock, thinking 'Damn, this is good! I'm gonna do this to him every day!'

Bobby caught the excitement, and blew his load into Dina's open mouth with a loud cry of "Jeezus!"

After about 30 seconds of cock cleaning, both Dina and Jackie appeared above the table top, to a roaring salute of catcalls and applause. Both began pumping their hands over their heads like prizefighters, to the delight of the crowd. Bobby and Terry were still in another world, grinning slackly as they recovered from their orgasms. The two girls leaned across Bobby and kissed one another, obviously swapping sperm - which got another howl from the crowd.

The waitress finally gathered the courage to make an appearance. "What'll you have?" she asked, pretending that nothing unusual had happened. Dina looked her in the eye and announced, "I'm not hungry," licking her lips.

Jackie popped up, "Me neither!" To the left, Mandi's hand waggled back and forth in negation as Rick lurched up, holding the back of her head in place as he fired jet after jet down her throat, groaning. Jackie turned to Dina and opined, "I don't think Mandi's hungry, either." The crowd roared again.

Mandi's sister Denise suddenly appeared, swaying across the room at her usual seductive gait. She queried Tim and Dolores with her eyes, and the couple scooted over, allowing her to sit down. "I need to hang out with you guys. You're more fun that the crowd that gathers around me!" Mandi rose up out of Rick's lap, licking her lips, and Denise addressed her, "Hi, Sis - discover cock?"

Mandi grinned, "This one."

Denise's smile became strained for a moment, and a certain sadness came into her eyes, "Yeah." She mused for a moment, then brightened and went on, "Well, I need a lotta cock." Looking down, she spied Dolores' hand absently rubbing Tim's enormous cock through his Dockers, "Jeezus, that's a lotta cock!" Dolores bristled, and Denise threw out her hands, "No - No, I wouldn't think of it. I don't poach. There's plenty of free stuff." Dolores relaxed. Denise looked at Tim, licked her lips nervously, and continued, "But I DO have a question." Tim looked wary, but nodded. "Your brother Eddie - is he hung like you?"

Tim laughed and nodded, "It's a Vincent thing. Why?"

Denise started playing in a water ring on the table, drawing pictures with the water trace with her finger. "Well, Eddie and I've been avoiding one another..."

Dina popped up, "Like two people who don't WANT to avoid one another, but think it's a good idea?"

"Yeah." Denise was diffident. Nobody had ever seen her diffident, before. "I think maybe he's interested, but I haven't come on to him because I don't want him to think he's just another notch on my headboard. He's sweet - I've been thinking I'd want to see him more than a couple of times, if you know what I mean." She looked sad. "I've been thinking about cleaning up my act - but like I said, I need a lot of cock..."

Tim took pity on her. "Eddie's mentioned you. Can't tell much - he gets tongue-tied." He grinned. "I think he's afraid you won't take him seriously."

Dina interjected again, "Classic. They're made for each other, and don't know it."

Tim smiled. "Want me to put in a good word?"

Denise flared, "What? 'Denise wants you'? That statement's been made 'way too many times!"

Tim put up his hands, "Whoa! Nothing like that! I'd be very careful! I think Eddie wants the same thing you do. I'll just encourage him to give it a try!"

Denise brightened, "Oh, would you? That'd be great!" She kissed him on the cheek, then backed off quickly. "No offense, Dolores. I'm not hunting."

Dolores smiled, "I know. He's hard not to kiss."

A boy suddenly appeared beside Denise. She looked up wearily, and said, "Run along, Todd. Tomorrow's another day. I'm going home with my sister."

Todd, the halfback on the football team, scowled, and said, "Hey - what about my..."

Tim just glared at him, scowling. Todd got the hint. "Uh, okay. If you're sure you've got a ride. See you tomorrow?"

"Maybe next week," Denise responded. "We'll see."

Todd ambled off, and Denise resumed, absently, "He's gonna be pissed; I was gonna haul his ashes for him. He's better off finding a permanent source of cooze, anyway."

Denise looked over at her sister and grinned, "Mandi..." She very deliberately touched her tongue to the left corner of her mouth. Mandi followed suit, collecting a stray drop of sperm. Mandi reddened, and everyone else at the booth laughed.

Eventually, the boys ordered breakfasts, and the girls picked off their plates. When, an hour later, they trooped out - led by Dolores, with Bobby bowing holding Dina's hand while she curtsied as the trail party - loud applause followed them to the parking lot. The booth became instantly legendary as the "BJ Booth", and didn't hurt Ginos' popularity as a place to hang out one bit!



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Chapter 45: Friday night: the Giannelli's


The nine of them adjourned to Mandi's house. Denise rode with Bobby and Dina - and the trio almost didn't make it. As they rounded the last corner, Bobby's car emitted a loud bang and began just barely turning over, extremely roughly. Pure luck allowed them to coast to a stop in front of the Giannelli home. Bobby cursed, "Damn! Timing belt, I think. Have to call Dad and have him pick it up."

Helen, who had gotten home 2 hours before, was in her usual casual attire - a half-open housecoat, belted loosely, and only when it appeared to be necessary. On entry, Bobby asked, "Auntie Helen, can I use your phone? My car just croaked. Got to have Dad bring the tow truck from the garage and come get it."

"Certainly, Dear," was the reply. "You know where it is."

Helen had laid out some drinks and snacks in the living room, and she bustled about a bit more before retiring to the kitchen - more for her own peace of mind than that of the couples, who really had no more concern about her being present than each other.

Denise's arrival with the group was a real surprise to Helen. Usually, Denise didn't appear until the wee hours on Friday and Saturday nights - and sometimes not at all. Efforts at control had only frustrated them both, so Helen had given up, resorting to advice on how Denise could protect herself from the dangers of her lifestyle. The revelation that Denise had joined the group some time before and not at the door was even more surprising. When Denise joined Helen in the kitchen, she became concerned. "Dear, are you okay?"

"Yeah," came the reply, with a sigh attached. "You guys hit me between the eyes last weekend, and I've been doing some serious thinking. Giving out punch tickets to every boy in high school isn't going to make it easy for me to keep a man around to snuggle up to in the middle of the night. But at this point I don't know if I can recover enough of a reputation to be of interest to any boy not primarily interested in what's between my legs! And I can't quit, either. I've GOT to have it, Mom, regularly!"

"I know the feeling, Dear, but sometimes it's just not there..."

"I'm jealous of Mandi. She gets to wake up next to Rick sometimes, and she isn't playing contortionist in the back seat of some car. Probably most important, Rick knows what he's doing - most of my dates don't until AFTER they meet me!"

Helen smiled, "Environment's important, Dear. Even Superman has trouble doing it properly while ducking a gear lever. That's why I let them use Mandi's bed the first time."

"Would you REALLY have let me bring home boys to fuck?"

"Certainly. You're MUCH safer here. I know you won't stop, but anything that will help you be safe... particularly with your reputation. Boys will rationalize, and it's easy to decide that a girl who has sex with one partner at a time regularly might like two, or three, or six - and, hey, maybe she likes it rough..."

Denise's grimace spoke volumes. Apparently at least part of this scenario had already happened - maybe more than once. Helen reached out and caressed her daughter's hair. "I'm sorry, Dear."

Music started in the living room while they sat communing, followed quickly by Dina's voice, "Left! Christ, you're hopeless!"

Helen resumed the conversation, "I'd prefer that you not install a revolving door, but would be happy if you brought your partners here, where it's relatively safe. I'll try to stay out of it."

Denise looked up soberly, "I'm going to try to tone it down, too. But I still like to have fun!"

Helen grinned, "I like fun, too!"

Dina stuck her head through the door, "Hey, Denise! I need a dance instructor! These Neanderthals can't even walk, much less dance!" An airy wave, and Denise was up and out, smiling.

An hour later, things were in full swing. Music was blaring, and kids were hopping all over the living room. Mandi and Denise had dragged the coffee table and other non-essentials out of the way, and couples were taking turns crashing on the couch to catch their breath and neck.

The doorbell rang, and Helen went to get it. She opened the door to a large, sandy haired man in a coverall. "Hi! I'm..." he began.

"... Big Al McCormick, I'll wager," Helen finished. She stepped back to allow him inside, then presented her hand, "I'm Helen Giannelli." Her robe, loosely belted, fell open, displaying a gap to at least her navel.

Big Al, being taller than she was, instinctively traced it with his eyes all of the way to... was that fur? He retracted his eyes with a lurch and returned them to her face. "Pleased to meet you." He shook the presented hand, gently, then continued to hold it, also gently. While he wouldn't let on, he'd hold it all night if it kept that robe open... 

Helen smiled, and gently extracted her hand, gathering the robe. "You'll have to excuse me - I only got home a little while ago. I'm a waitress."

"Oh? Where?" Wherever it was, Big Al was going to start eating there. Beneath his carefully maintained poker face, Big Al McCormick was in lust! He'd never seen such a big, beautiful, comfortable-looking woman in his life! The glimpse of her body that the robe had revealed was going to haunt his dreams for days! Big Al liked his women to 'have a shape' as he called it. He liked them rounded - and the bigger the bust, the better.

"McGinty's Diner, over on Third. I'll get Bobby." As Helen turned and swayed off, the mask dropped, and Big Al watched her ass sway under the robe all the way into the kitchen, his face a picture of naked need.

From her vantage point across the room, Dina began to chuckle. "Rick!"

"Yeah, Sis?" Rick looked up from his seat on the couch, where he had been exploring Mandi's right ear with his tongue, to her giggling delight.

"I think your problem's solved!" she announced. "Get a load of Bobby's Pop!"

"Yeah?" Rick replied, "So?"

Dina giggled. "He's a wonder. He's cool as a cucumber when Helen's looking at him - but he drools on the carpet when she's not!"

"Oho! Likes what he sees, does he?" Rick grinned.

Alerted, Mandi spun on Rick's lap and gave 'Mr. McCormick' the once- over. And he passed! "Oooo! Mom likes his looks, I bet!"

In fact, Helen DID like Big Al's looks. The rough paw he had shoved at her had showed signs of harsh detergents, as well as axle grease, and the coverall was pressed showing only new oil stains, not old ones. The sandy hair was reasonably well tended, and the craggy features displayed a moderate amount of wit and intelligence. Best of all, he was huge enough to make her feel small! She stopped in the kitchen to get control of the flutter he'd caused in her chest before pulling Bobby's nose out of the refrigerator. "Bobby, your father is here!" She took another long look as she followed Bobby back into the living room, thinking, 'I sure hope he isn't taken... '

Big Al covered it well, but he didn't even look at Bobby as his son approached. Grunted monosyllables replied to Bobby's explanation of the car's symptoms. Big Al was too busy finding new ways to examine Helen without her knowledge. Finally, he rumbled, "I'll hook it up to the truck. How will you get home?"

"One of the guys can take me," Bobby responded.

"Or I can - or he can stay the night!" Helen interjected.

This was unfortunate, as it started a thought process in Big Al's brain. Dina had sidled up, and stuck her hand in Bobby's. Big Al caught her eye and said, "So, are you the young vixen that's been draining Bobby's balls this last week?"

Dina, caught flat-footed, mumbled, "Uh - not exactly!" If she had thought about it she might have made the claim - it was, in part at least, true. But fear caused her to duck for cover momentarily, clouding the issue.

"Hmmm. So who is? It happens here, anyway, doesn't it?" The inquisition had moved to Helen, who was even less capable of bearing it.

"Umm, well..." Helen had no idea what to respond to - or how.

Bobby was suddenly a polished diplomat, "Dad, if you want to know about all that you can speak to ME about it, later, rather than harassing the ladies."

Dina saw an opportunity slipping away. "Yeah, it's me. You scared me!"

Helen sighed, "Not always..."

"Stop!" Rick surfaced. "This thing is complicated, and it needs to be handled properly. I started it, so I'll explain it."

"I'm at a loss. I thought I was asking simple questions!" Al shook his head.

"Okay, this is it. Dina, here is my sister. She's a sophomore. She and Bobby have had a mutual admiration society going for some time, but it broke out into the open last week."

Al turned a glare on Bobby, "A SOPHOMORE?"

Dina yelled, "HEY!! I started it!"

Al blinked, and stared at Dina.

Rick grinned. "Meet Dina. She's a force of nature. If she decides to make something happen, you can get out of the way, or you can get run over - there is NO OTHER CHOICE. Go easy on Bobby." Al looked back at Rick, who went on, "It became clear to me that sex was on the horizon, and, well, Bobby's kind of brash. I figured that if they both went into it virgins, someone might get hurt. So I convinced Helen to break him in."

Al was bewildered. He looked from one of the cast of characters to another. "So, let's see, was ANY of this legal?"

Helen shook her head, "No."

Big Al looked at Dina. "What about you - you still got your cherry?"

Dina grinned, "Yeah - Well, two of them... We've done everything but, though."

Al looked to Bobby, who nodded. "Helen stopped me, once."

"She was present while you had sex?"

Helen's voice shook. "I think I'd better pack a bag. I'll need it in jail."

Rick yelled, "WHOA! Some of these things sound awful the way they're being presented, but it was a teaching situation!"

Big Al waved his hands. "Okay, okay, relax everybody." He looked at Bobby. "So, you're dating jailbait. But you are, too. Big deal." He looked to Rick, "You got an older woman to pop his cherry, and teach him a few things about sex. I wish I had a friend like you when I was growing up. What's this about you being there while they had sex?" he asked Helen.

"Uh, I..." Helen stammered.

Dina took over. "I found out, and sat in on a lesson. Helen showed us something we could do to get off without going all the way. She was teaching us positions and methods, the importance of protection - all that stuff."

"Okay, okay - one last question: Is she as good as she looks?"

Bobby looked at Dina and said "Yeah!" - but Al was looking at Helen, who blushed furiously.

Al laughed, and waved his arms. "Okay, get outta here! Go back to your dancing - and stuff." He crooked his finger at Helen. "We've gotta talk." He strolled toward the kitchen.

Dina sidled up to Helen, and said, "This could go either way. I don't really think you're going to be in trouble - but you can win big here."

"Win big?" Helen was mystified.

"Auntie, he may have fooled you, but he didn't fool me! When you turned around a while ago to go to the kitchen, he drooled all over the floor watching your ass sway out of here! He's been giving you the poker face, but the mask slips when you're not looking. He's got the hots for you, bad!"

Helen waved an arm deprecatingly, "I wish I could believe you Dear, but I can't. Oh well, might as well face the music!" She drew her dignity about her and marched off to the kitchen. Dina stood shaking her head.

Entering the kitchen, Helen crossed to the refrigerator. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

"Coke, I guess," Big Al replied. When she brought him the cold can and a glass, he looked up at her and said mildly, "You know, the only one of the group of you who would go to jail over this incident was you. What were you thinking of?"

Helen blushed. "I guess I was easy to persuade. I couldn't help it!" She sniffled a bit, and her hands began to shake, "I hadn't had sex in three and a half years!"

"What!? You're kidding! Why?"

Helen broke down. "I'm old, and fat, and ugly! N-nobody..."

"My ass! The only place I've ever seen a woman as gorgeous as you is in old paintings!"

Helen sniffled, "Gorgeous! What are you talking about? Are you totally blind? I'm HUGE!"

Big Al disagreed, vehemently, "You're, uh, 'rubinesque'. You're a big, comfortable-looking woman. You got nice rounded curves, and big, fat tits, and you're built to take a lot of hard lovin'. I envy the guy that gives YOU round heels!"

"What? One little glimpse through the crack of my robe, and you've built yourself some fantasy woman. That's not me. If you see me, you'll be badly disappointed." Helen couldn't believe the drivel Big Al was spouting.

"I saw plenty. You ain't fat. I've SEEN fat, and you ain't it!"

Helen stamped her foot. "I can NOT sit here and let you build these fantasies!" She got up and shucked out of the robe. "THIS is what I REALLY look like - see?"

Big Al's eyes bugged out. "I have died and gone to Heaven!"

"You wh-what!?"

Big Al got slowly out of his chair and began moving forward. God! She was better than he had expected! When he had closed to within a few inches, he stopped and stood staring, drinking her in. "I'm going to touch you now, ok?" he asked, softly.

"I-I..." Helen locked stares with Big Al, and began to quiver. "P- please don't t-tease me!"

"That'd be mean," Al said, absently. His hands slowly came up from his sides, and came to rest on her back, which he began to rub gently. Still gazing into his eyes, Helen stepped into the embrace. She closed her eyes, and lifted her lips, and he placed his on them. After a moment, she slipped her tongue out, sliding it lightly across his lips. Her tongue barely made it back inside before his followed full bore, chasing it all over her mouth!

Helen melted. She crushed herself to Big Al's chest and moaned into his mouth. Al pulled his head back from the kiss and said one word, "Bedroom!"

Helen shook her head sorrowfully, and said, "Upstairs."

"Shit!" exclaimed Big Al, disgusted. He didn't see how he was going to preserve the mood while getting Helen back into her robe, past all those kids, and upstairs. He bored back in, kissing her deeply. Helen returned this attention with enthusiasm, giving as good as she got. The fact that she was nude in the middle of her kitchen didn't seem to faze her, either. Al swept his hand across Helen's ribs and came up with her left breast 'God! The thing is the size of a cantaloupe, with an aureole the size of the bottom of a soda can! And the nipple has to be an inch long!' He released her lips and examined his catch in open wonder, murmuring, "Oh, my God!"

Helen swam up from the place where the kiss had put her, aided by the feeling of a hand on her breast, "Mmmm? Oh, I know - they're huge. I'm sorry..."

"Sorry! Jeezus! They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen!"

Helen's eyes focused, taking in Big Al's rapt expression. Surprised flickered through her, 'He likes them!' Al went to work on Helen's neck, causing her to roll her head back and inhale sharply in pleasure. Meanwhile, the thumb and forefinger attacking her nipple was sending shocks throughout her nervous system. She began to moan softly.

Dina was poking her head around the kitchen door, getting an eyeful. She pulled her head back and looked around, sighting Bobby. She waved him over, holding her finger to her lips. "Get a load of this!" she whispered.

Bobby stuck an eye around the corner and beheld his father and Helen, wrapped up tight. Despite the fact that his father's back was to them, and Helen was largely obscured, enough flesh showed around Big Al's torso to prove that she was nude. Bobby pulled back, grinning. "Ol' Dad's still got it, I see!"

Dina shared the grin, "Looks like he's gonna get it, too!" They sneaked off.

Helen's knees were weak, and her inner thighs were coated with her own secretions. Big Al had her aroused beyond rational thought. All she could do was moan and murmur incoherently as those big hands inventoried every square inch of her upper body and his mouth worked on her lips, face, and neck. Her aureoles had changed from their usual smooth pink expanse to crinkled dark coral protrusions half the size, topped by hard, fat cylindrical nipples over an inch long and half an inch in diameter.

Big Al had a hard-on that could poke a hole through steel plate. He pulled back, gazed into Helen's dreamy eyes, and swore, "There's no way in Hell I'm going to pass THIS up!" - and he proceeded to prove why they called him Big Al: He squatted, hooked a burly arm under Helen's generous ass, and lifted he over his shoulder, scooping up her robe with his other hand. He then shook out the robe and draped it loosely over her nakedness, while moving through the kitchen door into the living room.

It was impossible that the couple should go undetected, and Helen, blushing, got a good look at 8 eight smiling faces as they applauded and shouted encouragement to her and Big Al as he mounted the stairs. At the top of the stair, Big Al wheezed, "Left or right?"

"Lef - uh, right!" Helen replied, momentarily confused by the fact that she was approaching her bedroom backwards. Big Al turned the corner, and placed Helen on her feet before her bed - and her knees promptly gave way on her. Al managed to redirect the collapse onto her bed, then stood there, drinking in the sight before him. Helen was draped across the bed, basically spread-eagle, her legs hanging over the edge from the knees. Those knees were parted, displaying a glimpse of pink through her pubic thatch, and her wet inner thighs. That she wanted him was clear. They locked eyes, and his hand strayed to the zipper of his coverall and began sliding it down.

Helen struggled up on the bed. Big Al was momentarily concerned that she was going to try to stop what had become to him inevitable, but he quickly discovered that he need not have worried. Helen dropped to her knees and began hauling at the laces of his workboots. Al got out of the top half of the coverall and the T shirt beneath before Helen got control of his left boot, but once he had stepped out of it, Helen quickly got the right unlaced while he rubbed her sides and back with his huge, hard hands. Helen would have never taken him for the type who would wear briefs, but there the evidence was when the removal of the boots allowed Al to shuck out of both them and the lower half of the coverall simultaneously. Now that he, too, was nude, Helen stopped to take in the view. Al was big, beefy, and barrel-chested, a thin patch of sandy hair highlighting the massive upper body. Few men that size fail to have a bit of a pot belly by the time they reach their forties, and Big Al was unexceptional in this regard. Nonetheless, it wasn't bad, and the solid, tree trunk legs below matched the upper torso for size. Helen's eyes settled on the body part that would be the main focus of her attention for the next hour or so, and was gratified to discover a perfectly serviceable 7 and a half inch uncut cock, the damp, purplish head peeking out of the foreskin that was retracting slowly as his erection solidified. "I want that!" she announced.

"Well, it's a damned good thing!" Big Al replied, "'cause you're gonna get it, if I have anything to say about it!"

Helen reached out and grasped the shaft, slowly sliding the foreskin up and down it. It was solid, dense, meaty - everything she could ask for. She thought about sucking on it, but decided she had more urgent needs. She clambered back onto the bed and spread her knees wide with her feet flat on the mattress. "I want it NOW!" she declared.

Big Al grunted, and moved onto the mattress. A woman couldn't be any clearer than that! He knelt up and began rubbing the engorged head of his cock along her slit, picking up the lubrication that she was dispensing copious quantities of. After a few moments of this, during which both got intense sensations from the motion, he positioned himself at her opening and began to drive his penis slowly home. It took a moment to force the head past the ring of muscle at the opening of her vagina, despite the fact that both of them wanted it intensely. 'Christ, she's tight!' he thought, as it finally popped through. It was sweet for both of them, however - Al enjoyed the warm, wet feel of the oily depths, and Helen was enjoying the unique sensations provided by the real thing after operating so long on rubber and plastic substitutes. Al bottomed out, his pubic bone coming into contact with hers just as the tip of his cock reached her cervix. Helen was thrilled; it had been a long time since she'd been this full - if ever!

Al slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock was within Helen's vagina, held there by the ring of muscle at the opening, then drove it home again. Helen's vaginal walls fought the withdrawal every inch of the way, then flowed away from the head on the return trip. Al knew that he wouldn't last long under these conditions, so he resolved to make the best of it. He set up a four second cycle of thrust and withdrawal, not really slow, but not quick, and tried to make it to twenty. He didn't. On the fifteenth stroke, his penis began to swell, heralding a massive ejaculation. The withdrawal brought him over the top, and he sank it home and hung there, groaning, as jet after jet of sperm fired into Helen's waiting womb.

Helen had been enjoying the action immensely, but had been about to urge a quicker stroke when she felt Al swell and ejaculate. She was disappointed - even as aroused as she was, she needed more than this to cum! Perhaps she could coax him erect again by sucking him... 

Helen needn't have worried. As soon as he quit actively ejaculating, Al began to move again, wincing somewhat due to the over-sensitivity of his penis brought on by the orgasm. He doubled the pace, driving solidly into Helen's now semen flooded vagina and bashing solidly into her clitoris on every stroke. Helen's quick realization that he hadn't even softened gave way to an incoherent state as wave after wave of sensation washed over her. In mere moments, she began to quiver, then shake. She grasped both of Big Al's forearms in a death grip as she began to arch herself to meet his thrusts, gasping hoarsely through distended nostrils. Al watched in satisfaction as Helen's eyes rolled up and her mouth opened in a silent scream of joy, the cords of her neck standing out in sharp relief as her first orgasm of the evening hit her like a freight train. Helen's back arched, and Al had to kneel up vertically to stay positioned to continue driving into Helen's now spasming vagina. Al continued to drive, right through Helen's orgasmic tightening, her relaxation cycle, and on into the next orgasm. As Helen approached her second orgasm, she wrapped her legs behind Al's ass and howled "Oh, God, don't EVER stop!" Al ground his teeth, trying to maintain as Helen's sheath began mlking his penis for the second time in five minutes. The sensations were exquisite! Again, Helen arched up off the bed, and this time pressure from her ankles wrapped behind his ass made it almost impossible to continue stroking. Al ground his pelvis against Helen's hoping to maintain her arousal by the rotary motion that was all she was allowing him. It worked, too! The increased pressure on her clitoris drove Helen to an even greater frenzy as fireworks displays danced before her eyes.

As Helen relaxed following her second orgasm, Big Al nerved himself to enter the final stretch. He reached back and uncrossed her weakened legs, drawing them over his shoulders. Then he proceeded to deliver a serious pounding to Helen's pussy - long, rocking thrusts ending in trip-hammer impacts on her pubic mound. Al knew he wouldn't survive another orgasm like the one he had just delivered to her, and he wanted to make the next one count!

Helen never really fully came down; Al's change in tempo halted her descent and caused a rapid rebound to the heights. It only took Helen about 45 seconds to be once again on the brink. As she again arched her back, Al crushed her thighs to his chest to keep her from dislodging him and AGAIN stepped up the pace, this time to something almost a blur! Helen screamed, and her pussy clamped down on Al like a vise - stopping him dead while wringing his cock with an exquisite milking action. Al roared "Aw, SHIIIIIT!!!" and buried himself in Helen's warm clasping vagina while the top of his head came off and he blasted a pint of sperm into her welcoming depths. Helen couldn't even breathe; her whole consciousness was centered in the ragged nerve endings overloading her brain with the flood of delicious sensation from her vagina and clitoris.

When Helen finally relaxed, Al collapsed across her, collecting one of her remarkable nipples in his mouth as he laid his head on her pillowy chest. As she got control of her body, she wrapped her arms around Big Al and crushed him to her. "You know," he related diffidently, "this wasn't in the game plan when I went into the kitchen with you. I intended to give you Hell for risking jail, then thank you for taking care of Bobby!"

Helen smiled gently, "Then you don't think I'm an evil seductress?"

Al chuckled, "Hell, I KNOW you are! Look at me!"

Helen continued to smile, rubbing Big Al's mildly furry back. Big Al remained bonelessly collapsed atop her, his slowly shrinking cock buried in her vagina. Neither of them showed any inclination to move. Big Al eventually raised up on his elbows to be able to molest Helen's pillowy breasts, but otherwise they were content to bask gently in the afterglow for 20 minutes or so, until Big Al succumbed to the urge for post-coital urination. He struggled up and kissed her navel. "Where's you bathroom, Hon?"

"Second door on the left, Dear."

Al got up and stood there regarding the untidy pile of clothing on the floor, shrugged, said "Fuck it!" and stepped out into the hall.

Bobby and Dina were necking at the head of the stairs, his hand in her tube top, hers in his open fly. "Dad, I'm gonna have to take Dina home, eventually."

Big Al, showing total aplomb, glanced at his only remaining item of attire - his wristwatch. "It's 1:30. What's the plan?"

"Not sure. About 3:00?" Bobby replied. Dina nodded without removing her lips from his neck.

"Go get my keys from my coveralls, and take the truck. You done with Helen?"

"Do I need to be?" Bobby's eyes were smiling.

"Well, I'm gonna be monopolizing her time for a while..." Big Al grinned.

Dina whispered in Bobby's ear, and Bobby responded, "My girlfriend advises me to hold out for a future draft pick." Dina turned hot eyes on Big Al.

Big Al blinked, mumbled "Okay..." and retired to the bathroom before the new erection he was generating interfered with urination. "Jeezus..." he murmured to himself.



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Chapter 46: Friday night: The Giannelli's


The disappearance of Helen and Big Al upstairs signaled the start of the serious lovemaking part of the evening for the younger generation. Fast, loud tunes gave way to slow, quiet ones. Overhead lights went out in both the living room and the den, leaving lamps set low. Couples alternated between snuggling on the furniture and slow dancing in an environment where nobody cared if a bra got removed or hands slipped beneath a waistband to cup an ass. Dancing in this environment was almost sex - a kind of vertically oriented dry-humping. Mandi soaked Rick's leg again, aided by the fact that she had removed her panties and bra soon after arrival. This activity was universally accepted as those who had worn the garments shed them whenever it was deemed worthwhile. Dolores was glad that she had dispensed with her customary capris - access was somewhat limited. In the meantime, she dragged Tim into the den, determined to do for him what had been done for the others earlier.

They found the love seat already occupied by Jackie and Terry. Finally in an environment where they could basically do as they pleased, the pair was hard at it. Dolores dragged Tim onto the familiar couch.

Terry pulled back from a long, hot kiss and held Jackie's eyes, "Thanks."

Jackie smiled, "I couldn't resist. But there goes my rep."

"You don't need a rep." The 'you've got ME' was communicated by their usual fashion.

Gratitude, however, wasn't all that was on Terry's mind. When, a few minutes later, Jackie began to squirm as a result of the current series of smoky kisses, Terry hopped up and demonstrated his recent signature audacity. He reached down, grasped Jackie's shorts, and quickly popped the snap, opening the zipper in the process. Jackie's eyes popped as he literally snatched them off her, dragging her butt to the edge of the seat and flipping her legs into the air in the process. Her muffled squeak of surprise melded into a gasp as he dropped to his knees before her legs fell, laid his mouth on her pubic mound, and panted hot air into her slit, working right through the gusset of her panties. Jackie's legs had nowhere to go but onto his shoulders, which confirmed his access.

The other two witnesses of this feat of legerdemain sat on the couch in shock. Tim muttered under his breath, "That's the second time in two weeks he's shocked the shit outta me!" Dolores just watched, bug-eyed.

Terry began licking Jackie's slit through her panties, something which drove her instantly insane. She started arching and thrashing almost immediately. But Terry wasn't satisfied, and he wasn't going to ruin the mood by stopping to remove Jackie's panties. Instead, he grasped both sides from the waist to the leg holes and with a mighty jerk proceeded to render a somewhat careworn pair of cotton panties into rags. Then he stuck his tongue between Jackie's labia and she REALLY hit the roof. Jackie said, "Wuuuuhhhh!" arched her back, and grabbed the back of Terry's head, proceeding to mash a suddenly soaking wet pussy all over his face. Even in the dim light spilling in from the living room, it could be determined that Jackie's face had flushed bright red as she thrashed on the fulcrum of Terry's driving tongue. That she was multi-orgasmic was made obvious by the quick pattern that she fell into, murmuring, "Oh God ohgod ohgod OhGod OH GOD!", followed by a strained grunt as she stiffened across Terry's shoulders, collapsing for a few seconds before repeating the pattern. After she had done this a half-dozen times, she reached up and ripped open her sleeveless blouse, buttons flying everywhere, then grabbed Terry's hands and placed them on her pert, conical breasts. Terry wasted no time making his presence known at her nipples, and a fresh round of "Oh God" occurred, driven even more urgently by the additional stimulation.

Terry was having a ball! This was the most fun he'd had with his pants on! And considering that she'd given him the most fun he'd had with his pants OFF earlier in the evening, it was only fair, in his opinion. Jackie's response pattern was a surprise, but a pleasant one. The whole thing did his ego no harm at all!

Jackie was one giant nerve ending. Terry had taken her totally by surprise, and had destroyed her defenses before he'd destroyed her panties. The ripping open of her blouse wasn't even a conscious act - it was an instinctive reaction to raw need. Jackie had no conscious thought process - she was just riding the roller coaster wherever it went.

All good things come to an end, however, and at the end of 15 minutes, Jackie was too pooped to pop. She came down from what must have been her 45th orgasm, went limp, and was unable to do anything but whimper. Terry took pity on her, dragging his sore shoulders from under her calves, and climbed back onto the loveseat, where Jackie hugged him as fiercely as was possible in her weakened state. "My Darling, My Darling, My Darling..." she babbled as she rained kisses upon his face and neck. Terry just smiled and took it.

Tim and Dolores had watched the entire production in a daze. Neither had ever seen anything remotely like it, and they had been glued to the proceedings, dumbfounded. Tim's cock was at full extension, somewhere around 10" - and it had found its way into Dolores' hands. Dolores had been absently stroking it for some minutes, and when things on the loveseat had cooled down a bit, she turned her attention to it. The size was shocking - it was as long as her forearm, and almost a big around. Deep-throating it was out of the question. Dolores was determined to have Tim's cum, however, and would do whatever was necessary to get it.

Tim came to himself to the feel of a warm liquid embrace enveloping the head of his distended cock. He looked down to see Dolores, her elbows draped across his lap, slowly working her mouth down his shaft, her curly hair a halo around the operation... Her small hand was moving over the portion of the shaft that remained exposed as she took it deep. There were minor problems, but Tim seriously appreciated the effort, hissing between his teeth as those soft lips wrapped around the crown. Dolores started absorbing the shaft again, and suddenly Tim winced and stiffened, grabbing at the cushions.

An amused voice murmured, "Good Lord, Dolores! You sure can pick'em! Hold it a sec, will ya?"

Tim looked up to see Denise, circling around Dolores from her initial vantage point in the doorway to the living room. Denise had been a silent witness to the Jackie and Terry show, and was now more than willing to help out a friend. She settled on the couch on Tim's right, and addressed Dolores. "Need some advice from an expert?"

Dolores locked eyes with Denise and nodded, not moving on Tim's cock. She was afraid that she had inadvertently injured him; he was still perched tensely on the couch, obviously suspended between Heaven and Hell.

Denise grinned easily. "More lips and tongue, Honey, and fewer teeth. Hold him with your lips and pull your cheeks in so that he feels them rather than your teeth. Okay, now flatten your tongue and move it around along the underside... That's it!" Tim first relaxed, then sighed in pleasure under these adjustments, and Dolores began to regain confidence. Denise eyed the small hand moving up and down Tim's shaft. "That's a good idea - but eventually, you're gonna have to give him throat. You know, if I was training you, we'd have started out on something a bit less robust - this beast is a graduation exercise! Okay - instroke - lips only, but flatten your tongue along the bottom and move it a bit. Remember, a pussy has nice fleshy walls, and a ring of muscle at the opening - but NO TEETH! Go as deep as you can, for now - we'll look at the advanced stuff later."

Tim had sagged back against the cushions, and was groaning out his pleasure. Dolores was thrilled to death! This was her first ever effort at cocksucking, and she was loving it! The taste - the texture - mmmmmm! Dolores actually hummed happily, and Tim stiffened again - this time in pleasure! Dolores looked up worriedly, but Tim leaned up and unbuttoned her translucent blouse, intent on reaching the orbs inside. Denise laughed as he began cradling a breast in each hand, gasping. "Humming is advanced technique, Hon. Have you decided what you're gonna do when that thing makes like a fire hose?"

Dolores again locked eyes with Denise, and nodded slightly - more with the eyes than anything else. Denise nodded, "You're gonna swallow, aren't you?" The eyes said 'Yes'. "Okay - there are two methods. The advanced technique has him dumping a load right down your throat - and you're not ready for that yet. The basic method requires that you withdraw until just the head is inside your mouth, giving him room to shoot and you time to swallow. But you're not there yet. Let's talk about the outstroke."

Dolores pulled off, mumbled "'Kay!" and practiced her in-stroke, holding it at max penetration.

Denise nodded in approval, and continued, "On the outstroke, tighten those lips and act like you never wanna let it go. Most people say you should bring it back so that your lips are stopped by the crown, but I disagree. The crown, and the shaft area just behind it, are the most sensitive spots on his penis - but you're not stimulating the crown if you stop there. Pull on back until you're kissing the head, making sure your lips give the crown Hell as they go over. He'll get extra stimulation that way." Dolores slowly executed the maneuver, and Tim couldn't hold still. The sensations were maddening!

"Okay! Now, the most sensitive spot on his cock is right there along the underside at the base of the head. You want to try to tickle it with your tongue whenever possible." Denise got down beside Dolores and actually pointed out the location. "Now, when you're jacking the shaft, vary the pressure - but don't grip it too tight! And see these hairs at the base of his cock? Play with 'em - they're what tells him he's balls deep. His brain'll know better, but that's not what you're dealing with..." Denise sat back and watched Dolores through a few cycles. "That's it! Take your cues from Tim - he knows what he wants..."

Tim wanted two things: He wanted to cum like a fire hose, and he wanted this blowjob to never end! Every time he thought it couldn't get any better, Denise suggested a new trick!

Dolores was having a ball! Denise had taken all of the uncertainty out of her efforts, and she was playing Tim's skin-flute like a pro! A certain feeling of power came over her as she detected Tim's reactions to her efforts: the gasps, the twitches, the squeezes on her erect nipples, the subtle movements of his hips as he overrode the instinct to bury his cock in that incredible throat. She looked up into his eyes, and found him looking back at her, his face working as he unconsciously processed the various sensations. She smiled around his cock, and again hummed happily - and that did it! She watched s his eyes rolled up, and felt him go totally rigid. His already huge cock began to swell... 

Denise detected the impending orgasm, and leaned in, "Pull back to the base of the head so he's got somewhere to shoot! Tickle those hairs at the base, or he might lose it and try to drive the thing down your throat! Okay, now work your tongue on that hot spot!"

Dolores rushed to follow her mentor's instructions as Tim's legs shot out and he flopped back into a rigid position, yelling "WAAAAAAAA!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. His cock grew to what seemed to Dolores to be an unbelievable size, then the massive pulsations began! Tim grabbed two big handfuls of couch cushion and turned beet red as he tried to pour a quart of semen down Dolores' throat in shot-glass sized squirts. Dolores continued to hum happily while striving like mad to keep up with the flood. The taste was strange - salt-sweet, and a real tongue coater. Dolores knew she was going to be tasting semen until she got a drink, at least! The quantity was surprising, and every time she tickled that spot at the base of the head, it throbbed again, depositing more. Finally, the deluge slowed to a trickle, and Tim leaned up, moaning, "You gotta stop, Baby! It's just too sensitive!"

Denise grinned evilly, and said, "Don't let go - just relax your mouth and stop humming for a while. After he gets control of himself, you can clean him up - but in the meantime (the grin became more wicked) you own him! A little flick of the tongue, and he'll flop like a fish!" Dolores suited action to the words, and Tim thrashed, moaning, "No! God! Ahhh!"

Dolores released Tim's cock from her mouth. She leaned back and grinned at Denise, then, flattening her tongue, licked the underside of Tim's cock with a broad swipe from base to tip. Tim stood up eyes bulging, held in place by Dolores' hand on the base of his cock.

Denise again took up instruction. Reaching out, she gently wrapped her hand around Tim's scrotum. "For me," she related, "the jury's still out over playing with their balls. Some like it - others are just too sensitive. Lick 'em, suck 'em GENTLY, and pay attention to your partner's reaction. Play with 'em. If you want control, it's a great method. Believe me, he'll pay attention if you've got him by the balls!" The evil grin was back. Dolores looked up, smiling, at the look of nervous trepidation with which Tim regarded Denise. "Now, hold still, Tim, while she cleans you up!" Denise directed, tugging gently. Tim stood stock still, fingernails driven into his palms, while Dolores cleaned his cock with her tongue, fighting not to twitch against the maddening sensations.

Dolores licked her lips. "Gee, that was fun!" she exclaimed. "Thanks, Denise!"

"No problem, Hon. If it's about sex, just bring your questions to Mama Denise." Denise grinned. Tim grinned, too, reflecting on the fact that the 'voice of experience' was a fifteen year old.

Jackie piped up from across the room, "That was a real tour-de force! I know I learned a lot!"

Denise grinned. "Well, unfortunately, I didn't get in any practice." She turned her attention to Tim, hefting, then releasing his testicles. "Nice balls, too." Turning to Dolores, she went on, "Don't let him fool you - he's got another load in there! Give him a couple of minutes to settle down, and you can suck IT out, too!"

Tim caught the look in Dolores' eye. "Oh, Lord! She's gonna kill me!" he groaned.

"Well, at least you'll die happy," drawled Denise. Detecting liquid sounds coming from the loveseat, she spied Jackie, perched over Terry in a classic '69' position, bobbing her head over his erection as she lowered her tiny pussy over his waiting lips. "Well, I see my work here is done..." she murmured, and strode out.



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Chapter 47: Friday Night/Saturday Morning: the Giannelli's


Denise brushed past Rick and Mandi, who were 'dancing' in the living room. The pair were grinding their pubic mounds into each other. Mandi's skirt and Rick's pant leg were both wet with her secretions, and Rick's hands had disappeared up Mandi's blouse. Denise wondered wryly how many times they'd tripped over furniture - no way they could see anything with their eyes closed and their tongues buried in each other's mouths. As she mounted the stair, she ran into Bobby and Dina, cuddling at the top of the staircase. "Why don't you two get a room?" Denise asked, grinning.

Dina giggled. "We've been listening to Bobby's Dad give Auntie Helen a hard time!"

Bobby snickered, "Yeah, several inches worth!"

Denise smiled gently, "Then Momma's a very happy woman about now..."

Dina nodded, "From the sound of things, I'd agree. Bobby's gonna take me home... I don't think Rick plans to go anywhere else tonight."

Bobby added, "Tell Dad to call in the morning, and one of us will pick him up. Okay?"

"Sure," Denise replied, "No problem. I'm going to bed. See ya!" She walked past her mother's room, where, through the open door, she could hear "Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..." over the sound of the creaking box spring. This brought another smile as she entered her room and closed the door.

30 minutes earlier, while Big Al had been urinating copiously and loudly in the bathroom at the end of the hall, Dina and Bobby had entered Helen's room to obtain the truck keys. They found Helen lying on the bed, smiling through tears. "What's the matter, Auntie?" Dina asked, gently.

"That was wonderful - and it's over!" Helen sighed.

"Howcum?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Dear, your father may have seen me through the eyes of a man with several years' worth of pent-up sexual frustration a few minutes ago, but now, reality will set in and he will see me as I really am," she waved her arms vaguely over her nude torso, "and he'll be in a hurry to get out of here and forget what he's done. If I'm lucky, he'll get hard up enough in a couple of months to try again..."

Bobby and Dina locked glances. Bobby again regarded Helen, declaring, "I think you underestimate both yourself and my Dad! In the first place, you're pretty good looking for your age and size. And in the second place, Dad LIKES big women! He spends a lot of time on-line scoping those BBW websites!"

Dina chipped in, nodding, "I saw him a while ago just after he came in. He was cool as a cucumber with you, but when you turned around to go get Bobby, I watched his eyes swivel tracking your ass all the way through the kitchen door - and he was drooling a puddle on the rug in the process!"

Helen was nonplussed. "But..."

" 'Butt' is right, and you've got a nice one, if you like 'em good sized - and I've NEVER seen tits like that!" Big Al strode through the door, still unashamedly buck naked. He reached for his coverall, looking at Bobby. "You get the keys?" Bobby shook his head.

Helen watched her recent lover grab his coverall and begin orienting it, expecting him to don it, MAYBE kiss her, and leave, making whatever empty promises he felt were prudent. Instead, he fished in the front pocket and came up with a wad of keys. "Take Peanut, there, home," he said, waving at Dina, "I've got business to attend to."

Bobby nodded, took the keys, and walked out. Dina trailed him, winking at Helen. Big Al tossed the coverall back on the floor, and stood regarding Helen. Helen blinked when the coverall hit the floor, looking surprised. After a moment, she asked cautiously, "What're you doing?"

Big Al smiled and replied, "I'm trying to decide what I'm going to worship first..." He thought a moment, then asked, concerned, "You don't want me to leave, do you?"

"OH GOD, NO!" Helen cried, reaching for him.

Al smiled and crawled onto the bed, grasping a handful of Helen's left breast and shoving his tongue into her welcoming mouth as he draped himself across her. Helen stopped trying to analyze the situation and began dueling with his tongue happily as she felt the unmistakable imprint of his iron- hard erection press against her belly.

By the time Denise passed by, Al had Helen up on her knees with her head resting on a pillow while he steadily laid pipe from the rear, holding onto her generous hips as he drove into her doggie style. Helen had already had two of her gigantic orgasms, and was now in a plateau of stimulation, where she was basically cumming constantly, new spasms being caused by Big Al's balls swinging into her clitoris at every stroke. Big Al had emptied himself into her once again, and was working on another mind-numbing orgasm. If there was a happier woman on the face of the planet at that point, she'd have been hard pressed to prove it to Helen.

3 a.m. came, and Rick and Mandi played host to the departure of the other two couples. Bobby and Dina left in the tow truck soon after Denise went to bed. Everyone had had one helluva time. Rick and Mandi, who had been almost restrained to this point, retired to Mandi's bedroom, where Rick collapsed in Mandi's sleeping arms after providing her with 45 minutes of the sweet sex that they had been anticipating all evening.



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Chapter 48: Paying the Piper


3 a.m. is 3 a.m., however, and the return home didn't live up to the date for some people - Jackie for instance. Terry took her home, and they were kissing rather passionately on the porch when the lights came on and the door flew open. Jennifer stood there in her robe, glaring. "Get in here, you two! What have you got to say for yourselves! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"Where I said I was, Mama! We went to the late movie, then dinner, then we went to Mandi's house! If you don't believe me, then call them!" Jackie's back fur was up. Terry began to look worried; in these confrontations, good sense sometimes went by the boards.

"I WILL, I assure you! Do you realize that it's almost 3:30 in the morning?!" Jennifer got right up in Jackie's face.

Terry thought maybe he should draw some fire. ""I'm sorry. We were all dancing and having a lot of fun - and time slipped away."

Jennifer whirled on him. "Is that all that slipped away?" She sniffed. "What's that smell?" Terry had a familiar smell about him. She turned and sniffed Jackie, who held her breath - but it didn't help. Jackie smelled different, but it was still naggingly familiar. Terry smelled like... Jackie's laundry? Oh. OH! Terry smelled very intimately of Jackie! And the other smell was..."You two REEK of sex!" Jennifer screeched.

The couple flinched, as one. Terry kept his mouth shut. Jackie said, "Relax, Mama - we were just doing some heavy petting!"

"Then how come HE smells like he stuck his face in your crotch - and YOU smell like sperm!" Jennifer was livid! "Did you screw him?" she screeched.

"N-no..." Jackie stammered.

"But you lived down to your reputation, didn't you? WELL? DIDN'T YOU?!!"

"FUCK MY REPUTATION!!!" Jackie screeched back. "I LOVE TERRY!!"

Jennifer sneered, "What do you know about love? What does he?"

Jackie sneered back, "I know if I hide in a closet for the rest of my life, I'll have to live without it!"

Jennifer looked stricken, then rounded on the male intruder, "What about you? Now that you've sampled my daughter's wares, isn't it time for you to move on?"

Terry went deadly calm. "No, I don't think so. I figure I'll be around as long as Jackie wants me. I know that you had a bad experience. I know that Jackie's the result. But boys aren't inherently evil. Jackie and I expressed our love for one another, in one of several possible ways. No one was hurt - until we got here!"

"Get out!" Jennifer screeched. Whirling, she confronted Jackie. "And YOU, Young Lady, are grounded! And I'm calling HIS parents and Mrs. Giannelli in the morning!"

Jackie looked calmly at Terry. "I guess we'll have to stay here tonight. Bring a movie? About six?"

"OOOOOO!!!!!" Jennifer turned and stomped off, banging her bedroom door behind her.

Jackie held Terry's eyes. "I mean it. I'll see you tonight."

"Okay." Terry stepped forward, kissed Jackie quickly, and hit the door.

Terry had a poor time on his return home, too. Ellen was snoozing in a chair when he let himself in. Having learned his lesson, he went to the bathroom and washed his face before awakening his mother. "Mom?" he asked, shaking her shoulder, "Why are you up?"

Ellen was understandably cranky. "Where have you been, young man?! Look at the time!"

Terry rolled his eyes. "I've been through all this at Jackie's, Mom. It's late - but we were all safe at Giannelli's. We just had so much fun that the time flew by!"

Ellen looked at her son suspiciously, "What were you doing that was so distracting?"

"One of the girls was giving us dance lessons so we wouldn't look like dorks at the Prom. We were practicing, and listening to the music."

"And?" More suspicion.

"And what?"

"Exactly. And what else? I was your age once, you know - and I've experienced boys from the front lines!"

"Well, if you know all about it, why are you asking me? It was a clean party - no drugs, no booze. Mrs. Giannelli was there, and so was Mr. McCormick, later. Bobby's car croaked, and Mr. McCormick came to get it - and just stayed." Terry was carefully editing his account for the stuff that would ease his mother's mind - leaving out the fact that Mr. McCormick and Mrs. Giannelli had suddenly decided to go upstairs and fuck each other's brains out..."

Ellen tapped her foot. "I've seen you two, and I KNOW something's either up, or it's about to be. I'm only going to ask this once, but I want the truth. I'll find out later, and if you lie it's likely to leach all of the trust out of our relationship. So here it is: How far have you gone with Jackie?"

Paul stuck his head in the door. "Ellen, for Chrissakes, that's blackmail of the worst kind!"

Terry shushed his father with a wave. He glared angrily at his mother. The awareness that if he glossed over the direct question, Jackie's mother was likely to cause a small war in a few hours forced his hand, but he found that he didn't care anymore. "A great distance, Mother - and I plan to continue moving forward!"

Ellen was taken aback, suspicions notwithstanding. Foremost among the shocks was the sea change that had come over Terry's face. The usually gentle, manipulable boy was replaced by an angry, determined young man. She gathered her wits. "H-have you made love?"

"We're both still virgins, if that's what you're asking - but I sampled her orally tonight, so there HAS been sexual activity. And it will continue! I LOVE Jackie - and she loves me!"

"Do you have protection, Son?" Paul asked.

"I've started carrying some, but I think Jackie's on the Pill. Her mother thinks she's a slut - but this is the woman I love!" Despite his anger, tears sprouted.

Ellen was moved by them. She came forward and wrapped her arms around her son, crooning, "There, there, Dear. Let's sit down. I think there are things going on here we don't understand." She led Terry to the couch and sat down on his right. Paul came in and occupied the space to Terry's left as he tearfully related the conflicts between Jackie and her mother, her illegitimate origins and their consequences, and the unfortunate sophomore incident and its consequences. "So, you see, I couldn't just bring Jackie home to meet Mom - if you heard about Jackie's reputation at some point, you'd think I was a total fool or a jerk. And God knows WHAT you'd have thought of Jackie!"

"And what you did this evening... ?" Ellen asked gently.

"Mom, you said it yourself. You've been there. Don't tell me you and Dad didn't fool around in high school..."

Paul blushed. "Not much, I'm afraid. We both suffered from some of the same social problems you've been experiencing - especially me! If your mother hadn't taken pity on me at a sock hop..."

Terry looked up. "We're both seniors - it's almost a case of arrested development. But that's beside the point! Jackie's not a slut - she's a normal healthy girl with normal needs living in an extremely repressive environment! She's had exactly one sexual partner since that night when she was a sophomore - me! And we love each other! This is about a LOT more than sex! You've seen us! Think about it!"

Ellen grinned ruefully. "I thought you were having sex LAST WEEK! You have that look to you..."

Terry regarded his mother seriously and declared, "Tonight was the first time we went anywhere near that far. What you were seeing is the OTHER part of our relationship: We mesh so closely that sometimes it's like we're two halves of a single person! We almost read one another's minds. And I'm never truly happy anymore unless she's nearby."

Paul stood up. "Let's go to bed. Jackie's welcome here any time. We trust you to use good sense, and ask us for advice when you think you need it."

Ellen and Terry got up and hugged one another, then parted, heading toward their separate beds. Ellen wrapped an arm around Paul and said, "We've lost him, you know."

Paul grinned wryly and replied, "I knew last week."

Marcus Brown wasn't up - but Padma was snoozing in a chair. She awoke when Tim and Dolores entered the door, and the combination of rude awakening from poor sleep and parental ire on her face as a sight to behold. Tim threw himself into the breach "We lost track of time..." he mumbled, shrugging.

Padma glared, "Where WERE you!?"

Dolores took up the defense, "Where we SAID we'd be, Momma - Mandi's, with three other couples. We were just dancing and having fun..."

"What KIND of fun?" was Padma's angry rejoinder.

"Well, we DID neck some..."

Tim interjected, "There was always another couple present."

Dolores stamped her foot. "You wanna check my virginity again?"

Padma backed off. "Okay, okay. You need to call home when you do such things!"

"We will, next time - I promise!" Tim placated.

"You better! Your father was mighty mad when he went to bed!"

After Tim backed out and went home, Padma mellowed somewhat. "So, Daughter, what did you REALLY do?"

Dolores, sensing the sea change, grinned. The time for confidences had come. "Well, what we said - but the other couple wasn't as much of a brake on our activities as it sounds."

"I believe this. So? I know that look, Daughter!"

"I learned to suck cock!" Dolores announced, proudly.

"Ha!" Padma barked, grinning.

Dolores continued, ruefully, "But it won't be much help, Momma - he's THIS LONG!" She held up to hands in an approximation of Tim's proportions.

Padma displayed surprise, "Surely not! Your Poppa isn't THAT big - although he is close!" Padma cracked a smile.

"Momma, when Tim gets an erection, it pops out the waistband of his trousers!"

Padma was incredulous, "Well, Daughter, you'll need to learn the 'Deep Throat'!"

Dolores just grinned and nodded. She kissed her mother goodnight, and went to bed.

Tim managed to get home without a direct confrontation. His would wait until breakfast. Trish had rolled over and gotten a time check from the alarm clock beside the bed when he came in.



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Chapter 49: Saturday morning: the Vincent's


"Wake up, sleepyhead! Mom wants you to suffer!" Eddie made a litany of the words as he shook Tim awake.

"Go 'way!" Tim murmured, sleepily. "Wha' time is it?"

"8:30. Mom says you got in at 3:45 - and she wants to know why..." Eddie looked positively supercilious.

Tim groaned. "Take it easy on me! If you do, I'll make it worth your while..."

Eddie grunted. "What do YOU have that I want?"

Tim grinned. "Information. VALUABLE information. You want it - believe me!"

Eddie looked skeptical. "Awright. I'll go easy. I can ALWAYS get even later..."

"Good, reach me a shirt out of that drawer..."

"I didn't promise to be your butler..." Eddie snatched out a T shirt and tossed it to Tim, anyway.

Tim smiled archly, "You wouldn't think twice about it if you knew..."

Eddie frowned. Tim obviously wasn't bluffing. He'd have to play the game.

Tim shuffled downstairs, still bleary-eyed. Trish pounced at the kitchen door. "3:45, huh? What happened?"

Tim growled, "Well, part of it was that we had to handle crap like this from Dolores' mom..."

"Good. Serves you right. So, what happened to your big plans?"

Tim stopped his mother with a look, "We followed 'em. To the letter. Call Mandi's mom, if you don't believe me. The only thing I'm guilty of is not watching the clock closely enough."

Trish backed off. She knew that tone of voice. Tim didn't bluff. If she called, she knew she would get the same story from Mandi's mother - verbatim. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. Movie was no great shakes, but we had dinner at Gino's. Got to Mandi's about midnight, and Dina and Mandi's sister Denise gave us some dancing lessons. The whole bunch of us lost track - Terry and Jackie are probably both grounded."

Eddie's ears picked up at the mention of Denise. "Denise was with you? I thought she had a date with Todd?" The question held a mild undertone of irritation.

Tim grinned. "She sent Todd on his way - very visibly - at Gino's, and came home with us."

Eddie was suspicious. EVERYBODY knew that Denise was busy burning her way through all of the senior class sports teams and that she couldn't POSSIBLY have gone home early on a Friday night! He turned a jaundiced eye on Tim - something that went unnoticed by his mother - and was surprised by the look on Tim's face as he shot him a warning glance. Tim's arch look said 'There's more to this - but if you bite now, you'll never hear it!' as clearly as if he'd said it aloud. Eddie stifled himself.

Trish began pouring pancakes on the griddle. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time, but I don't think I'd make a habit of annoying Mr. Brown."

Tim grinned ruefully. "Yeah. I'm aware of that..."

Bruce came down to breakfast. He eyed Tim briefly, but caught the warning look from Trish, and treated the subject of Tim's whereabouts as closed.

After breakfast, Tim staggered back upstairs to get a bit more shut- eye. Eddie followed. "Okay, give! What happened at Gino's?"

Tim grinned, "Well, it'll be all over school Monday, anyway. You know those back booths at Gino's?" Eddie nodded. "Well, we all crowded into one." He fixed Eddie with a look. "You know that crap Bobby and Dina have been pulling?"

"Yeah," Eddie grinned, "Suddenly Dina is SuperSlut - and Bobby apparently has a 14 inch cock that she can't live without!"

Tim nodded. "Well, they started up again at Gino's! Dina got down under the table and blew Bobby, in plain sight! And while everybody's eyeballs were still bugging, Jackie did Terry and Mandi did Rick!"

"No shit!"

"I shit you not! Anyway, suddenly Denise was there. She said something like 'I gotta hang with you guys - you're having more fun than I am' and squeezed in. Todd came around and she dumped him like a bag of dirty laundry - in front of about a hundred people."

Eddie looked sly. "I didn't hear anything about YOU getting blown..."

Tim shrugged, "I didn't - then. Dolores did me later, at Mandi's - with Denise coaching her on the fine points. Jesus, what she knows about blow jobs!"

Eddie got a dark brown look on his face. "She's plenty practiced!" he growled.

Tim again regarded his brother archly, "Which brings me to my other bit of news. You'd like to have that, wouldn't you?"

Eddie dropped his eyes. "Yeah, but I don't want a blow job or a one- nighter - I want the whole package! Besides, she's seen me - and ignores me!"

"Lotta crap comes with that package. You'd have horns from half the student body!"

"It'd be worth it if I was her STEADY man, not just her latest."

"Denise likes her sex. You might have to put up with an occasional set of horns..."

"I could probably handle it if she didn't rub my nose in it - or included me - and as long as she came back, afterward." Eddie's eyes were sad.

"That kind of thing takes a BIG man. Are YOU a BIG man?" Tim challenged.

Eddie was pensive. "I like to think so. I also like to think I could supply most of her needs."

Tim pierced his brother with a look. "Okay, what if I told you that with her sister's example in front of her, Denise is trying to turn over a new leaf? What if I told you that Denise is looking for a meaningful relationship?"

"What if you told me a leopard lost his spots in the washing machine?" Eddie grinned.

"I had a long talk with Denise, and she's deadly serious. She's tired of being passed around like a roll of toilet paper. She's looking for a single main squeeze - and she's scared to death she won't be able to find one."

"What's that got to do with me?" Eddie was defensive.

"What if I told you she's not ignoring you - she just doesn't want to give you the idea that you're just another notch on her bedpost? What if I told you that if you played your cards right, you had a shot?"

Eddie was floored. "Me?" he squeaked.

"You'd have to be a 'BIG man'. You'd have to treat her like something other than a walking sex doll. You'd have to go in without expectations. You'd have to understand if she fell off the wagon. If you treat her like a cunt, she'll treat you like a dick - and look elsewhere for a main squeeze! If you expect her to blow you on the first date, she will - but it'll be the ONLY date you get..." Tim admonished.

"Yeah." Eddie was pensive. "You sure?"

"When's the last time I fucked you over over something this serious?"

Eddie nodded to himself. The answer was 'Never' - Tim played straight up. "How do I play it?"

"Straight. Ask her out. Give her what she asks for - but don't look for more. Treat her like any other girl - keep your hands in the safe zones until invited to do otherwise. Denise is a gold mine - don't just grab a nugget and go, dig a bit. You could end up with a silly fucking grin on your face for a long time to come!"

Eddie grinned. "Still need that butler?"



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Chapter 50: Saturday morning: Reach out and touch someone...


Helen Giannelli awoke to the sound of the ringing phone. Blearily, she rolled over and poked the snoring hulk between her and it, "Mandi, get the..." Her voice trailed off as the realization that the long, hairy arm draped across her chest below her breasts did NOT belong to her daughter dawned. Meanwhile, the phone stopped ringing - Mandi had evidently gotten it from her room. Helen went back to the welter of emotions generated by the fact that for the first time in several years, there was a MAN in her bed... 

She began softly rubbing on the arm, toying with the sandy hairs that covered it. A bleary red eye and a face showing the marks of hard slumber appeared, and a gravelly voice murmured plaintively, "Jesus, Woman! Let a man get his rest! I can only manufacture a quart or so of the stuff a day..." Nonetheless, Big Al rolled over and cuddled up against Helen, his morning erection draped across her left hip. Then he stuck his tongue in her ear.

"Oh!" she exclaimed flinching in surprise. Playfully, she swatted his arm. "You keep doing THAT, and I guarantee you won't get any more sleep!"

Big Al settled down, sticking his nose against Helen's neck and inhaling woman-scent. As far as he was concerned, all was right with the world. It was Saturday morning, and for the first time in a long time, he was snuggled up to a husky hunk of sweet delight. Helen actually was a closer fit to Big Al's concept of the perfect woman than his wife, Millie, had been when she was alive; love doesn't always arrive from the expected direction. Big Al had loved Millie dearly, but compared to Helen she was a mere wisp... 

Helen was now wide awake, but she wasn't going anywhere. She lay there, happily cataloguing her sensations. Between her legs was the gratifying feeling of being well used; in fact, she was somewhat tender - nothing to worry about. The satisfying weight of the arm draped across her chest was backed by the wall of muscle pressed against her left side, and the iron bar of flesh bouncing periodically against her hip.

Unfortunately, this happy reverie was to be short-lived. Mandi tapped on the door, bringing the portable phone with her. "It's Miz Hardesty, Mom, and she sounds pissed."

Helen took the phone. "Any idea why?" Mandi shrugged. Rick came in behind her, wearing only a pair of boxers as Helen put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Giannelli, this is Jennifer Hardesty -"

"Jackie's mother, right?" Helen interjected.

"Yes." There ensued a short pause while the tirade got back on track. "I thought that the activities at your home were going to be supervised?" Jennifer huffed.

"Well, I didn't intend to sit them down and glare at them all night, if that's what you mean. I was here the whole time. There were three other couples, my other daughter, and, later, Mr. McCormick. Under normal circumstances, I should think that a crowd that size would keep things from drifting too far..."

"Well, it didn't! My daughter had oral sex with her boyfriend there!"

Helen's eyebrows raised. "They did? Hang on a moment..." Turning to Mandi, she asked, "Jennifer says Jackie and Terry had oral sex here last night. You know anything about that?"

As Mandi was shrugging her shoulders, and Rick was shaking his head, Denise stuck her head in the door. "Yeah, they did it in the den. That's about the time I was coaching Dolores on how to give a proper blowjob. Terry got it into his head he owed her some face, and ripped her panties off. It was quite a sight!" Embarrased chuckles filled the room. Turning to Mandi, she added, "Better tell Mama about Gino's."

Helen fixed her younger daughter with an eye. "We're going to need to discuss your credentials as a sex educator..."

Big Al opened up, "I wouldn't if I were you!" causing Helen to blush furiously.

She tuned her reddened face to Mandi. "Gino's?"

Now Mandi reddened. "Uh, Dina started a very public series of blowjobs in a back booth at Gino's. By the time it was over, Jackie had done Terry, and I had done Rick. Dolores and Tim didn't have room. I'm thinking that Dolores was just catching up," she amplified, looking at Denise, who nodded.

"Are you still there?" burst from the phone.

Helen grimaced, "Yes - I'm investigating. Hold on a bit longer, please." Turning back to Denise, she asked, "Okay, who started it - you and Dolores? Terry? Tim?"

"Terry. He and Jackie have been keeping a low profile for both their folks, and they just let go. They got hot, and Terry shucked Jackie like an ear of corn. One second she was fully dressed, the next she was naked from the waist down. I'd have never believed it if I hadn't seen it!"

Helen shook her head, sighing. She addressed herself to the telephone, "It appears that semi-private was private enough. I gather that the poor dears were having so much trouble finding someplace where they could express themselves in peace that they went a little overboard."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Hmm? I understand that they both feel a bit stifled at home..." Helen changed the subject, "I understand it was all quite consensual. The witnesses all agree about that..."

"Witnesses? Consensual? Are you calling my daughter a slut?" Jennifer blustered.

"Absolutely NOT!" Helen snapped. "Anybody with one functioning eye can tell that Jackie and her boyfriend are very deeply into each other and no one else! And I've never seen Jackie act with anything other than total decorum with anyone else! Having sex with your significant other isn't whoring around. I know the difference, I assure you!"

Denise took this comment between the eyes, despite the fact that it was unintentional. She whirled and ran from the room, crying. Helen looked up, blinked, and mumbled "Oh, Gawd..."

Turning her attention to the phone, she addressed Jennifer, "Look, you, I have other fish to fry right now. If you didn't keep your daughter in a cage, maybe she wouldn't back up to the bars! You should be happy that the pair were at least comfortable, and that their friends are good ones who won't publish their business all over school! This whole thing could have happened cramped in the back seat of a car - something that happens all too often with these things - and all the couple gets out of it is discomfort and possible pregnancy! Are we done?"

A short silence ensued, followed by a quiet, "Uh, yes..." Helen was unaware of it, but she'd inadvertently scored two direct hits in 30 seconds. Jennifer slowly lowered the receiver, having been hit between the eyes with the circumstances of Jackie's conception all those years ago.

Helen tossed the receiver to Mandi and hopped up. "Turning quickly to Al, she declared, "I've got to go try to fix this!" Al nodded, and she dashed from the room, throwing a robe over her nakedness. Racing down the hall, she entered Denise's bedroom. Denise was sprawled face-down on the bed, crying bitterly into a pillow. "Sweetie, I didn't mean you!" Helen cried.

"Maybe you didn't - but it's true, anyway, isn't it?" Denise's response was interspersed with sniffles. Helen kept mum, seating herself on the bed and regarding her youngest daughter with sad eyes. After a moment, Denise crawled into her arms, shoulders still heaving.

They sat like that for a while, not speaking, while Denise drew comfort from her mother's embrace. Finally, she wiped her eyes and declared, "I told Timmy and Dolores last night that I'm done with the wild stuff. Timmy's brother Eddie has been kind of hinting that he might be available, if I can settle down. It'll be tough, and it won't be very platonic, but I'm going to give it a try. If Eddie doesn't want me, though, things are gonna be bad. I don't see how I can hold out long enough to live down my reputation!"

Helen frowned. "Do you like Eddie?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Denise enthused. "He's sweet! He's a big part of why I'm trying to settle down - basically, I hold him off because I don't want him to think he's just another 5 minute wonder, and he holds me off because he doesn't want me to think he just wants in my pants. So we avoid each other - because if we got together, one of us might get the wrong idea. I like him a lot, and I'm pretty sure it's mutual, but..."

Helen smiled. "As confusing as that sounds, I think I understand it. Good luck! Your sister and I are always there if you need help." She hugged Denise, and stood up. "I guess I'd better look into breakfast; we seem to have houseguests!"

Denise grinned slyly, "Yeah, so what's the deal with Mr. McCormick?"

Helen shook her head, mildly amazed, "I don't know! It was like a chemical reaction or something! Put us in the same room, and BANG!" She grinned, "What's more, he doesn't seem all that inclined to come to his senses!" The grin broadened. "And I'm not tossing him out, that's for sure! I never came so many times in my life!"

Jennifer sat by the phone, too stricken to be angry at Helen's parting shot. She decided that it was probably dumb luck that Helen had so accurately described the circumstances of Jackie's conception, but it hurt, anyway. And the implication that she was driving Jackie the same direction stung.

After a while, she worked up some righteous indignation and decided to make her second call. Obviously, this boy Terry had actually made his advances in public! It was time to discuss this behavior with his parents, by God! Picking up the phone, she called the Michaels.

Ellen answered. "Hello, Michaels residence."

"Hello, this is Jennifer Hardesty."

"Hello, Jennifer, what can I do for you?" Ellen asked.

Ellen was slow coming to suspicion. Just as the warning tingle started in the back of her mind, Jennifer lowered the boom: "Your son had oral sex with my daughter last night! In public!"

Ellen absorbed the outburst, took a moment to reacquire calm, and replied, "I know. He told me."

"Well, what do you think about that?! What are you going to DO about it?" inquired Jennifer indignantly.

"I have to admit that I was less than thrilled. Then I realized that I was partly to blame. Every time they would come home together, I'd watch them like a hawk. They got no peace here. Undoubtedly, they got no peace at your house. What were they to do?"

"Abstain - That's what they could have done!" replied Jennifer hotly.

"Did YOU at their age? Have you observed them closely? I've never seen a couple so attuned to each other. How long do you think they can hold out?"

"But in PUBLIC? What were they thinking?"

"I don't know - but they were obviously of one mind. Besides, it wasn't THAT public, as I understand it. There weren't THAT many people at Giannelli's, and they're all in their inner circle of friends. I'm sure they weren't alone in what they were doing, either. Better there than having the police roust them out of a parked car."

"You're not upset?" Jennifer was incredulous.

"Sure, I'm upset. But they didn't actually have intercourse, and, anyway, Jackie's on the Pill, isn't she?"

"That doesn't mean I expect her to be promiscuous!"

"I don't see that she is. As I see it, she has one sexual partner - Terry. And he has one partner - Jackie. Anyone who has watched them for 15 minutes knows that at this moment in time, there's no possibility of there being anyone else. That's not promiscuity - that's a committed relationship. Terry's talking about love, and I've no doubts about his seriousness."

"So we just overlook it?"

"Jennifer, they're high school seniors! College is on the horizon! How are you going to control Jackie then? Better that we earn their trust, so that we are able to help and guide them. If we go too far, we may force them to do something rash. I like Jackie. I think she and Terry make a good couple. I'm going to do my best to move them in the right direction - but I'm NOT going to do anything stupid like tell them they can't see one another. The way they're acting, we could drive them to elope!"

Jennifer was quiet a moment, as THAT idea sank in. "Terry is apparently coming here tonight. I will NOT allow them to have sex under my roof!"

Ellen replied calmly, "That seems fair - it's your house. Where will they go then? Someplace public? As for me - I'm not going to make any declarations on the subject. I think I'll wait and see."

"I can't BELIEVE this!" Jennifer screeched. "I want you to control your son!"

Ellen sighed, "And how do you plan to control your daughter? What they did was VERY consensual - and VERY mutual. Nobody raped anybody. Your daughter was a more than willing participant. Besides - and I've already said this - I don't think we can control either one of them. I'm just looking to be able to influence them."

"Fine! Goodbye!" Jennifer was beside herself with rage. Her daughter had had sex with a boy in public and NOBODY CARED! Ridiculous!



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Chapter 51: Saturday afternoon


Tim was sitting in the living room, watching TV, when Eddie came in. "Uh, Tim? Are you and Dolores doing anything tonight?"

Tim scratched his head, "I don't know... Might be some backlash from last night from her folks. Why?"

Eddie shifted nervously from foot to foot. "I was thinking about calling Denise... I figured maybe if you two were going out, we could double. It'd handle a number of problems."

"Like what?"

"Well, wheels, obviously, and it'd be public. Another couple along would give us both an excuse not to get too wild. I figure you're gonna need to come home early..."

Tim grinned, "Now you're thinking! Where you think we should go?"

"Somewhere rowdy. Dancing, I think - Treefrogs?" Treefrogs was a local dance club, catering to the under 21 crowd.

Tim nodded. "Good idea. Think you can wear her out on the dance floor?"

Eddie grinned. "Probably not! She gets a lot more practice than I do - but it's worth a try! I need to keep her from being bored."

"Okay, I'll call Dolores." Tim got up and suited actions to words. As it turned out, Marcus Brown had growled a bit, but not inflicted any punishment upon Dolores, and she was anxious to practice her dancing skills. They scheduled pickup for 7:30 and dinner out. Tim laughed when Dolores diffidently suggested that they NOT go to Gino's. Tim handed the phone to Eddie, "Okay, Sport. Batter up!"

Mandi answered the phone. She was somewhat at loose ends; the men had evaporated at about noon, Rick going home and Big Al going to work after hooking up Bobby's car to the tow truck that Bobby's 24 year old big brother Mike had brought around. "Giannelli residence."

"Uh, Hi. Is Denise there?"

Mandi rolled her eyes. This had to be the ten thousandth time she'd answered the phone and a boy wanted Denise... "Wait a sec, I'll check." She thought about wandering off for fifteen minutes, leaving whoever it was hanging, but Denise was pretty blue today... "Denise! Phone!"

Denise picked up the extension in her bedroom that her heretofore manic social life had dictated. Covering the mouthpiece, she yelled, "Got it!" then cautiously set about determining the name and business of her latest prospective suitor, "Hullo?"

"Denise? It's Eddie Vincent..." came a cautious voice from the earpiece.

"Oh, hi Eddie. What's up?"

"Uh, I thought I'd see if you wanted to go out..."

Denise grimaced. "I'm guessing that your brother spoke to you. What did he say?"

"He said you might be, um, changing your dating habits." Eddie was obviously stepping VERY carefully.

Denise wasn't letting him off the hook that easily. "So, what made you think YOU might fit the new pattern?"

Silence. Then: "Because it more closely resembles mine?"

"How so?"

"I have long-term goals. Most of your dates appear to have short-term goals." Eddie was becoming adept at avoiding a direct reference to a touchy subject.

Denise pondered that one. What EXACTLY did it mean? "Most of my dates also have expectations."

"I don't. We'll play the ball where it lies, for as long as we agree that it's in play."

Denise was struggling. Usually, by now the conversation would have degenerated to a predictable series of double-entendres. Eddie appeared to be avoiding the low road completely. But was he saying what she thought he was saying?

Eddie was also struggling. Instinct told him that making his position plain wouldn't necessarily help him get off the starting block - but talking in circles wasn't his forte, either.

Finally, Denise said, "I'm not making any promises."

Eddie knew she wasn't referring to whether she was going to accept the date. This was a more direct reference to the underlying issues - and one he could answer clearly. "I'm not asking for any."

Silence, while Denise thought about it. "Where would we go?"

"I thought we could do dinner, then go to Treefrogs. We can double with Tim and Dolores - they want to practice some things you taught them last night." Eddie held his breath. He had no idea how close he had skated - dance wasn't the only type of instruction Denise had given Tim and Dolores the previous evening.

Denise viewed the reference with suspicion. "What's THAT supposed to mean?" she asked truculently.

"Huh?" Eddie was confused. 'What did I say?' "Uh, Tim said you gave dance lessons last night..."

"Sorry. I thought you were talking about something else. Okay, what time?"

Eddie grinned in relief, still wondering what land mine he'd stepped on. "Well, we've got to pick up Dolores... Quarter to eight?"

"Okay. Where are we going for dinner?"

"Don't know yet. Tim said Dolores doesn't want to go to Gino's - something about it being too soon. I guess they ate there last night... Any suggestions?"

Denise giggled. "Hey, maybe that new pizza place up on Route 4?"

"I'll check with Tim. See you then?"

"Okay. Bye!" Denise hung up, smiling. That went entirely too well. She sobered. 'Ah, well. I'll find out tonight whether he's jerking me around or not... ' She pattered downstairs, catching both Mandi and Helen in the kitchen, the latter in her work clothes. "Momma, I'm going dancing tonight!" Helen's features began to rearrange themselves into a dubious look. "Oh! I'm going with Tim's brother, Eddie. We're going to double with Tim and Dolores." She grinned wickedly, "I'm sure we'll be home early..."

Mandi tittered, "... Or Mr. Brown will have Tim's head on a plate!"

Helen's face cleared. "That's fine, Dear. I'll look to see you around the time I get home?" Helen would get off at 11:00 p.m.

Denise nodded. "Yeah. I would think so."

"Okay, Dear. Call me if plans change." Helen left the room, smiling.

Terry called Jackie at about 3:30. Jennifer answered the phone, then declared, "You're going nowhere, Young Lady!" as she handed it off to Jackie.

Terry's first words were, "What movie do you want to see?"

Jackie giggled, "Something long. An adventure yarn. Lord of the Rings?"

"VCR or DVD?"

"DVD."

"Anything else? Snacks?"

"Bring a raw steak for the bear!" Jackie giggled despite herself.

Terry chuckled, too. "What time? 6:30? 7:00?"

"You eating first?"

"Dunno. Maybe. Mom doesn't seem to be in any hurry."

"Six-thirty, then. We'll call for pizza. How did your end of the call go?"

"Mom wasn't pleased - but she liked the crap your mom was giving her even less. We'd already had it out last night, though. She ended up defending us. You're welcome here anytime - Mom figures your home life is Hell!"

"It isn't always, but it can be. Mama isn't a lezzie, but she has no use for men. That's going to make life tough, I'm afraid. I'm glad your mom was cool about it!"

"Yeah, it was a kick. See you at 6:30!"

"Bye!"

Jackie turned to hang up the phone, finding her mother standing there, red in the face. Obviously, she'd heard the 'lezzie' comment. Jackie just looked at her.

Jennifer spat, "Is that boy coming here?"

Jackie regarded her mother coolly. "Yes, we're going to have pizza and watch a movie."

"What if I don't want pizza?" Jennifer snarled.

"We'll buy our own, and you can have whatever you want." Jackie refused to be drawn.

Jennifer considered forbidding him to come, but remarks made during the telephone calls had sunk in. If she pushed them, she would get something she DIDN'T want - and she couldn't live with the idea that she might push Jackie to duplicate her mistake. Better to just press, rather than squash things flat. She turned and walked off.

Helen arrived for work at McGinty's Diner at 4:00 p.m., and within ten minutes her co-workers were buzzing. "Honey," Flossie, the head waitress asked, "What's goin' on? You got this glow on..." Helen merely smiled.

Another waitress, Gina, came up from the back. "You know, Helen's walking kinda funny..."

Something clicked, and Flossie's eyes lit up. When Helen returned to the kitchen area from taking orders in booth 14, she dropped the bomb: "You got laid, didn't you? From the look of you, whoever did it did a mighty fine job, too!"

Helen blushed scarlet. "He certainly did!"

"I'm happy for you, Honey. You need some happiness. You gonna see him again?"

Helen looked a bit wistful. "I sure hope so..."

Flossie patted her on the arm. "How long did he stay?"

"Goodness! Eight hours? Ten?" Helen started doing the math.

Flossie nodded, "Then he'll be back. If he wasn't gonna, he'd have left early." Flossie's order came up, ending the conversation.



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Chapter 52: Saturday afternoon/evening: the Nellis'


Rick arrived home a bit after noon, and had chores to take care of. His father was out playing golf, and Dina had apparently gone to the garage to supervise Bobby's efforts to repair his junker. When Rick throttled back at about 3:30, he noticed that his mother was going about her activities with a somewhat distracted manner. Finally, Marilyn entered the den, where Rick was watching the ball game while sipping a Coke, and sat down. When she had his attention, Marilyn announced, "I need an opinion from you."

"About what, Mum?"

"Merry. I'm thinking about staying Merry - staying a slave - all of the time."

"Hmmm. What happens when the 'new' wears off?" Rick asked. "It's not something you just blow off, after you've gone that far. Right now, you ultimately control whether you will be a slave, and when. If you submit permanently, your Master CAN'T allow you to change your mind, just because the going gets tough. In fact, he's likely to MAKE it tough - mastery has to be exercised periodically."

Marilyn looked thoughtful.

"It'll interfere with your life 'outside', too. Your job, for instance. Even if he chooses to maintain the fiction for strangers, what will you do the first time he calls and says 'Come home, now!' in the middle of a business meeting? Will you walk out? Possibly lose your job?"

"I -I..." Marilyn stammered.

"Mandi and I are taking this route, and it's a compromise. I HAVE to allow her a certain amount of autonomy, whether either of us likes it or not! You have roles that you can't shuck, like your parental authority. Your master can disregard it's implications for a short while - but believe me, if he gives you to me to fuck, it will change our relationship! How much parental authority do you think you can exercise while being taken doggie-style?"

Marilyn blushed. "You two are too old to herd, anyway."

"True, but my point is that doing it all the time will tend to dilute the experience. For discrete periods of time, your master can create a bubble from within which you can be stripped of all rights and responsibilities - but he can't do it indefinitely."

"So you don't think I should do it?"

"I didn't say that. What I AM saying is that if you do, you might wake up one morning and discover that your life hasn't changed all that much."

"Surely my master wouldn't allow that!"

"Maybe not. But HE'S learning, too. What if ultimately, he just can't deal with it? I'm having problems - the whole thing goes against my philosophy. I'm trying to formulate a case to cover it, but... " Rick shook his head.

"If it helps, Dear, remember this is a special case. It's not entrapment, or capture for sale, or anything like that. We submit of our own free will, knowing that we will be tested. The unknown challenges are a part of the draw, in fact. The suspense is arousing."

Rick examined his mother for a moment, then raised another point. "You realize that you risk your master making your submission permanent every time you submit? Your operational model says that YOU submit, but HE ends your period of submission. What if he doesn't? What if he makes up your mind for you? And if you're thinking 'Oh, he wouldn't do that!' THEN YOU DON'T GET IT!!"

Marilyn frowned and shook her head, "What? What do you mean?"

"Mum, it's simple. If you place that kind of power in his hands, he MUST use it! If he doesn't, you will eventually lose respect for him! You WILL be the target of abuse and humiliation, because if you are not, he cannot maintain control over you. Think about it - what part of all this is the most important to you? Are you sure you have to submit to get it? Better figure it out..."

The doorbell rang, and Marilyn went to get it, discovering Mandi at the door. They returned to the den, and Mandi settled on the arm of the couch nearest Rick, and leaned into him. Rick was mildly surprised - they hadn't made a date. "Hi, Sweetheart - need something?"

Mandi smiled and pressed her torso against his side, "Only you, Love."

Rick patted he couch. "Come around this side." He obtained approval from Marilyn with his eyes, then addressed Mandi, "My mother and I are discussing her relationship with her master. I'm trying to lay out the risks and benefits. The risks are pretty clear to me, but the benefits aren't. I'm trying to get her to take a good look at what she's getting out of it."

Marilyn gazed at Mandi, "Why did you submit as you did, Dear? Why be property, when you can be an equal?"

Mandi smiled, "It was a gift. Just giving Rick my heart wasn't enough - I needed to give him everything. Oh, I trust him to do right by me, but this gives him the freedom to be unconventional about it. This way, I can allow Rick to use me as he wishes. I don't worry about him destroying me - only a fool destroys something of value to them, out of hand. And the only way he can destroy me is to dismiss me!"

Marilyn pondered this. "This all seems kind of low-key, consensual. Don't you need for him to demonstrate his mastery?"

"Why? Rick knows I will do anything he asks - if I don't, it's MY failure that puts our relationship at risk. My life is simple: all I have to do is make Rick happy! I don't have to worry about modesty, or rules of behavior, or morality, or whether I'm getting as much as he's getting, or what's fair and what isn't - all of these things are Rick's problems, and I trust him to handle them; all I have to concentrate on is making Rick happy."

Marilyn was pensive. "You're very brave. The possibilities for abuse in this relationship..."

Mandi nodded, "It's not for everyone. Ultimately, I trust Rick not to do anything actively evil to me. I think I'm safe in doing this. Don't you?"

Marilyn turned her gaze on Rick. "Yeah, I think you're safe."

Mandi continued, "It's still a risk, but I believe that it is an acceptable one. In fact, I've bet my life on it!"

Marilyn continued to ponder. "This is interesting, and it rings some bells, but..."

Mandi smiled gently at the older woman. Suddenly SHE was the older, wiser head. "... But it's not the nature of your relationship with YOUR master."

"No."

"May I?" Marilyn nodded, and Mandi continued, "You have different needs, and they demand more of your master. I see you as very repressed. You worry about what others think of you. You have these Victorian ideas of personal conduct. You probably seldom masturbate, and cannot possibly touch yourself during sex. It embarrasses you to make noises, or to tell your lover what feels good. You lack the courage to explore your fantasies, or even admit that you have any."

"This sets a different pattern for you. First, your master must exert his dominance over you in a convincing manner. Then he frees you to experience your sexuality by directing you to respond to him. Being a slave, you are no longer responsible for your actions; if your master wants you to act like a slut, it's HIS fault - and you can be wanton without guilt. Am I getting warm here?"

"I'm afraid you're exactly right," Marilyn admitted ruefully.

"Rick is right," Mandi continued, "This means that he MUST humiliate you, regularly, to enforce his control over your mind. Then you can do the most outlandish things without guilt, because you are performing for your master. Unfortunately, your master must continuously 'up the ante', adding new dimensions of control over you. Eventually your friends, your acquaintances, your colleagues - even people on the street - will know you for the slave you are, because your master cannot ONLY abuse you in private. I don't know how long it will take - but your old persona will not survive if you submit permanently. If you keep it in the closet, it could take decades before your external relationships are significantly impacted; if you choose to live this way, it could happen very quickly. What would happen, for instance, if he sent you to the grocery, nude?"

"I'd be arrested," Marilyn replied, "That's obvious."

"True." Mandi grinned. "But you're not thinking. What if your master decided that being arrested for public nudity was an acceptable punishment for some infraction on your part? It's his responsibility, but YOU would pay the price!"

Marilyn gulped. What a horrible scenario! On the other hand, why was she becoming aroused, thinking about it?

"See? These things are seldom as simple as they seem, initially. Two minutes' thoughtlessness on the part of your master could conceivably end your life. Do you think that you would be working for your law firm the next week?"

"N-no." Marilyn was shaken.

"Bringing you humiliation by exposing your status to other people who you interact with is a powerful tool in the hands of your master. How long will it be before he wields it?"

I-I don't know..."

"After a fashion, he already has. Remember Thursday night? He exposed you to ME!" Mandi grinned fiercely.

"Maybe we could make a deal..." Marilyn began.

"NO!" Rick burst out, "Don't fool yourself. There ARE no deals! He can't afford to honor them - and, frankly, ultimately you won't either! Your form of slavery is not the comfortable one that Mandi and I enjoy. Your slavery is uncomfortable by design, and must remain so for it to work. Your master will have to use every tool within his grasp to keep you happy and meekly subservient."

Marilyn got up and walked to the door. In a distracted voice, she said, "Thanks. You've both given me a lot to think about!"

Rick turned and supped from Mandi's lips. "Are you staying the night?"

"Yes." He drew her in closer, and began to absently stroke her cheek.

Robert returned from golf to find Marilyn on the couch in the living room, shaking like a leaf. Crossing to sand over her, he asked, "What's wrong, Hon?"

Marilyn looked up at her husband, "I had a talk with Mandi and Rick about slavery, and what they told me has me scared as Hell."

Robert nodded soberly, "Good. This thing is serious business, and we're playing with fire."

"Unfortunately, it also aroused the Hell out of me."

Robert frowned, "You know, you don't really have a basis for comparison. We haven't had 'regular sex' since this thing started." Robert raised his hands and crooked his finger to provide the quote marks around the words.

Marilyn shrugged. "No time like the present..." She stood up, and Robert took her hand and led her upstairs. Once shucked out of her skirt and blouse, Marilyn gave ample evidence of her arousal, so Robert skipped a couple of steps in their accustomed foreplay, assuming correctly that the pattern needed breaking, anyway. He lavished attention on her breasts, which brought satisfying gasps of pleasure from her. Then, tickling her with his tongue en route, he shifted his attention to her labia and clitoris, licking up and down the inner lips and sending teasing shots at the sensitive bud. Marilyn very obviously enjoyed the attention, gasping and moaning, and gripping handfuls of the bedclothes - but 15 minutes' worth of this attention went unrewarded, with the exception of a sore tongue and puffy lips. Marilyn attained a plateau that Robert couldn't seem to break through; while she was very obviously enjoying the attention, climax seemed to be denied her. Robert shrugged, and brought out the fall back plan - a vibrator - and achieved success, as Marilyn convulsed in short order when he applied it along her well-lubricated slit. Nonetheless, he was mildly irritated; didn't just the opposite happen Thursday evening?

Upon her recovery, Marilyn offered to return the favor. She sat on the edge of the bed, and Robert stood to bring his penis to her. Marilyn began working - and it was a creditable effort - but Robert found it to be lackadaisical, and had to restrain himself from adjusting her depth and tempo using a hand on the back of her head. He was feeling 'way too many teeth, and needed the distraction of playing with Marilyn's breasts to help him reach his peak. As she felt his balls draw up preparatory to his ejaculation, Marilyn backed off and jacked him, causing him to shoot onto her breasts. "Why did you do that?" he asked.

Marilyn responded, "Oh, I thought it might be different; besides, that way I didn't have to swallow the stuff." The latter comment was seriously unwelcome, but Robert overlooked the insult, figuring that he was being oversensitive. Marilyn looked up, "Can you go again? I'd like to have you in me." Robert nodded, but the next few minutes were somewhat embarrassing as his cock was slow to harden. Still, Marilyn lavished more on-again off- again oral attention upon it, and it eventually began to rise.

When he was again stiff, Marilyn hopped up on the bed and assumed a supine position. 'Missionary style again, ' Robert grunted to himself, but shrugged philosophically and climbed between her legs. Unfortunately, old habits took over, and Marilyn began controlling his depth of penetration by not lifting her legs. Robert worked with it, but it was a seriously push-up type position, demanding a lot of stamina. Marilyn got plenty of stimulation at the vaginal opening and across her clitoris due to Robert's almost vertical position, but Robert had a tough time. Not being able to achieve any depth of penetration made it difficult to maintain an erection, and the position demanded that he work without the benefit of having his knees to support him. About four minutes in, Marilyn tightened up, hunched her pelvis toward Robert 4 or 5 times while her eyes rolled up, then went totally slack. Robert found himself in a position where, if he wanted to work really hard at it, he could masturbate himself with the ring of muscle at Marilyn's vaginal opening. But he was already wasted and having difficulty maintaining. Angered, he collapsed across her, then immediately rolled off.

As he sat up on the edge of the bed, Marilyn opened her eyes and asked, "Dear, would you bring me a towel please?"

Robert contained MOST of his anger, and growled, "Why? You don't need one..." Then he got up and stormed off. Marilyn, for whom the exercise had been reasonably successful, lay there, blinking and trying to determine what had happened. In the bathroom, Robert looked down at his sticky chest and realized that despite the fact that she wouldn't need to contain semen running from her vagina, there was still the stuff on her chest, took a towel, and after cleaning himself somewhat, tossed it at her on the way downstairs.

Ten minutes later, he was still fuming as, dressed in sweatpants and a T shirt, he plopped into his recliner with a beer in his hand.

Rick eyed him from the couch, "What's the matter, Pop?"

"I ought to keep her as a slave! Every time I try to treat her as an equal, the lazy little cunt takes advantage of me! Selfish, greedy little bitch!"

Rick cracked up. When he could breathe again, he said, "So - figured that out, have you?"

Mandi looked puzzled. Robert groused, "I always knew it - but I figured that it's just the way things are."

"Well, guess what, Pop? This thing has changed YOU, too!"

Robert grinned ruefully. "I guess it has. I never thought that I really had the power to change the status quo around here..."

Mandi piped up, "I don't understand..."

Rick waved his arm at their surroundings, "What do you see?"

Mandi glanced around, "Some nice stuff..." Actually, the place was kind of crowded... 

"A LOT of stuff. REALLY NICE stuff. REALLY EXPENSIVE stuff. Mum has Cadillac tastes, and Pop works 50 hours a week to pay for it. Mum works, too - but she didn't, until redoing the kitchen required a second mortgage. Mum tends to want it NOW, and it's had its impact on things like retirement, and college money..." Robert flinched, and Rick eyeballed him. "I used to overhear their 'discussions' on the subject before Pop gave up and let her have her way. Now he just grumbles while he pays the bills..."

"And what do I get for it?" Robert snarled.

"Blue balls?" Rick chortled.

"Hmmph. Among other things."

Rick turned his attention back to Mandi. "Pop doesn't generally complain - he's the responsible type, so he just sucks it up. Dina's just as bad - or worse - due to Mum's influence and her personality. I've watched it for years, and tried not to be part of the problem - but everybody wants stuff..."

"Aw, let's forget the whole thing!" Robert asserted. "I don't like to air the dirty laundry..."

"... In front of strangers? Mandi's NOT a stranger - and I think it's instructive." Turning to Mandi, he announced, "If you develop a habit of doing ME like that, one fine day I'll spank your ass and put you on the street - naked!" Rick's voice started out normal, but rose to a full- throated roar. Mandi cringed, but Rick resumed in a more normal tone "Not that I think you would..." She snuggled up again, diffidently. Robert looked on with amusement. Why couldn't HE have found one like that?

When Marilyn came downstairs a few minutes later, nothing was said, and all appeared normal. Mandi sat there waiting for the bomb to go off - but it didn't happen. When Marilyn asked him about dinner, Robert's response was perfectly reasonable - in fact, he indicated that she shouldn't do anything involved, but rather enjoy her evening. Slowly, it dawned upon Mandi that she had seen a seldom discovered crack in the Nellis family's serenity - one that might have taken several years to expose itself to her, if ever.



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Chapter 53: Saturday afternoon/evening: McGinty's


Helen was taking a break in the area off the kitchen when Flossie stuck her head in the door. "Couple of guys out front lookin'for ya!" She popped her gum and wiggled her eyebrows, "Big 'uns!"

Helen cocked an eyebrow, and entered the main dining room. There, near the door, stood Big Al and a younger, taller, more rawboned version of himself. She found herself wondering just exactly what the next five minutes held in store... "What can I do for you boys?" she asked, briskly.

Big Al played it straight, "Its dinner time; thought we'd check out the menu."

"Booth or table?"

"Booth. Someplace quiet."

Helen led the pair around the corner to a row of booths against the back wall, seating them in one reasonably close to the window, but that had no one on either side. She smiled at Al, relieved that he hadn't embarrassed her, and asked, "What can I get you to drink?" Big Al got an odd look on his face, then shrugged his shoulders. "Whatcha got?" This led to the inevitable litany, at the end of which the men settled on sweet tea. Helen moved off to get it. A quick glance might have indicated that the rate was businesslike - but the hips swayed quite a bit. Big Al watched her out of sight; his companion watched Big Al's face, which was a study in lust and longing.

The pair pored over the menu, and in a few minutes Helen returned, placing the tea before them. She smiled, "Hi, Al. I didn't really expect to see you."

Big Al's face was a study in consternation, "Why?"

"I figured you'd come to your senses..." Helen began, with her hands out, deprecating herself.

"You figured I was done with slam and bam, and had moved on to 'Thank you, Ma'am?'" Al looked at his companion. "See? The woman has no idea..."

Helen blushed. Not REALLY knowing what the comment meant, she decided to ignore it. "Who's this?"

"This," Big Al grinned evilly, "is the one McCormick male you haven't taken to bed! Meet my eldest son, Mike."

Helen turned absolutely fire engine red from her hairline to the tops of her breasts - but Big Al had been careful, and no one else heard. Shakily, she addressed Mike, "Pleased to meet you."

Mike was apparently equally embarrassed. "Pleased to meet YOU. Sorry about Dad - he thinks he's complimenting you."

Helen nodded, then collected herself. "What'll you boys have?"

Al raised an eyebrow, "I don't really see what I'm hoping for..." At Helen's arched eyebrow, he beckoned with a finger, and when she approached, murmured "Wet pussy - I've got a particular one in mind..."

"Oh!" Helen exclaimed, and swatted him on the collarbone. She blushed furiously, but was pleased - and Al had been quiet enough that even Mike wasn't SURE what he'd said.

"... I guess I'll have to settle for something with a nice big chicken breast in it - maybe the cordon bleu?" The breast he casually handled, however, wasn't chicken.

Helen stood rooted for a moment, then backed away. "Al!" she hissed, "We're in public!"

Al's eyes took on a look like gunbarrels, "When can I get you again in private?"

"Uh..." Helen shook. The man was relentless! "Soon?"

"Tonight?" His big paw lay gently over hers. "When do you get off?"

"Eleven."

"Do I come here?"

"I have to take my car home. You can come there..."

Al grinned, "After all, I already have..."

Helen's blush machine went live again. She turned to Mike. "Uh, what'll YOU have?"

"The s-" Mike realized the incipient faux pas, and glanced quickly at the menu "Uh, eggplant parmesan."

Helen was grateful. If Mike had started teasing her, she didn't know WHAT she'd have done. She managed, somehow, to get through the salad, vegetables, and other side dishes without Al making any further sally and escaped with their orders. Once out of reach however, she again began to sway.

Al barely missed drooling. "That's a lotta woman," he husked.

"She certainly is," Mike agreed. "Take it a little easy, though, or you'll scare her off!"

"Can't," Big Al grunted, "One look at her and I want to howl at the moon and stick my nose in her crotch! And the silly bitch thinks she's ugly or somethin'!"

Flossie was grinning from ear to ear when Helen got to the kitchen. "So THAT's the one who's been checking your oil level! What'd he order, you on a plate?"

Helen giggled, "He DID complain that I wasn't on the menu!"

Big Al behaved himself during the meal (which was good, by the way), but it was with some trepidation that Helen approached the table to ask the dessert question. "Can I get you some dessert?" she asked, looking first at Big Al, then at Mike.

The glance at Mike proved her undoing, as a huge hand dropped upon the back of her neck, and she found her lips pressed against Al's. After a moment, Al let her withdraw - but he held her eyes and said, "I'll get the rest later."

That pretty well put the lid on things, and the pair moved out moments later - leaving a big tip, of course.

Once again, Flossie couldn't resist teasing Helen, "Not supposed to give the customers sugar," she admonished, eyes dancing.

"What 'give'?" Helen replied "He took it!" Nonetheless, she was radiant for the remaining 4 hours of her shift.



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Chapter 54: Saturday evening: Hardesty's


Terry rang the Hardesty's bell promptly at six-thirty. Jackie let him in quietly, only to find her mother standing in the kitchen door with her hands on her hips, glaring. Nonetheless, the pair did not back down, moving instead to the den and setting up for the movie. Jennifer swallowed her pride, ascertained what toppings they wanted, and ordered the pizza. As the movie started, she dropped into a chair and pointedly watched the "pair of sex fiends" for 2 1/2 hours.

It was an extremely dull 2 1/2 hours - the pair lay on the floor, near to each other, but not touching (except for holding hands) for the entire period. By the end of the movie, Jennifer had forgotten them and become engrossed in the movie despite herself. As the credits rolled up the screen, Jennifer got up and went to the kitchen to get a soda. While she was gone, the couple engaged in a quick kiss. The trio surfed the cable channels for an hour, and gave up. Terry collected the rental movie, and kissed Jackie passionately at the door - something Jennifer made shift to overlook. In fact, the evening had left her feeling somewhat the heel; aside from his occasional tigerish episodes - which were endearing in themselves - Terry was a sweet boy, and quite a catch, Jennifer had to admit. And it was VERY clear that her almost irrational behavior was driving a wedge between herself and her daughter. That the previous evening's activity (what she knew of it) had been outrageously salacious was undeniable - but the apparently universal opinion of the other interested parties that it was a reaction to the environment of repression the pair was operating in had begun to sink in. Jennifer resolved to take it a bit easier on the couple, acting more as an anchor than like a brick wall.

She might have been less forgiving had she discovered the events unfolding upstairs, even though they actually followed the scenario almost exactly.

Terry had gone out to his car and discovered that he just could NOT go home. There was too much emotion pent up inside him. He drove his wagon a few doors down so that it would not be conspicuously parked out front, and returned on foot. When Jackie's bedroom light came on a few minutes later, he was there to witness it.

Jackie went up to bed at 10:30. The TV had not improved, and she decided to read in bed, so she said goodnight to her mother and drifted upstairs. Once in her room, she shucked out of her jeans and tube top and put on a white baby-doll nightie with matching panties. She stood there for a moment, examining herself in the mirror over her dresser. Would this do for after the Prom? Jackie had already decided that in 7 days she would no longer be a virgin; she was going to give herself to Terry on Prom night - one way or another... Then came a quiet thump, followed by a gentle tapping at the window.

Terry had stepped back to get a view through the sheer curtains, ascertaining that the person occupying the bedroom was indeed Jackie (the alternative beggared the imagination; Terry really didn't see how he would survive the night following such a mistake). Then he shinnied up the pillar on the left side of the front porch and, sitting on the porch roof, tapped at Jackie's window.

Jackie turned to the window, discovering Terry squatting there. She slid open the pane and asked "How long have you been there?" Had he seen her naked?

Terry grinned. "I just arrived. Let me in?"

Jackie undid the catches on the window screen, which Terry then collected and laid gently on the porch roof. Moments later, the window was again closed, and Jackie was gently squirming in his arms under the impact of a gentle kiss. Jackie turned off the overhead light, replacing it's illumination with the somewhat more romantic gentle light of her bedside lamp at it's lowest setting, and the couple sat on the bed.

There ensued a bit over an hour of the most exquisite necking that either had ever experienced. The focus was on romance and discovery, not sex, and they spent the period delighting in the feel of each other's bodies and seeing how lost they could get in kisses. Jackie denied Terry nothing - but Terry denied himself access to Jackie's mons and inner thighs; the closest he got was squeezing and cupping her sweet, sweet ass. Her pert, pink capped, puffy titties got a thorough working over from his hands, but he kept his mouth generally above her shoulders - there was a neck, and cheeks, and ears to tease when he wasn't directly engaged by Jackie's lips and tongue. At some point, Terry shucked out of his jeans in an effort to avoid the agony of his constant erection - but that was the sole purpose of the exercise. Jackie could find plenty of skin under his T shirt and other areas exposed by the action without further agitating him when he was obviously determined to be good.

Terry had another reason for not going 'all the way': Jackie had thus far displayed a distinct tendency to be loudly orgasmic. The chances of discovery approached certainty should she attain orgasm - and Terry was damned if he was going to let her settle for anything less!

Terry squeaked out the window at about 11:30, helping Jackie replace the screen. "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised.

"Call me!" Jackie whispered, smiling.

Terry nodded, and disappeared over the edge of the roof, intent upon making it home before 12:00.



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Chapter 55: Saturday evening: Nellis'


Dina brought Bobby home for the evening; his junker would need a replacement piston and a ring job, his brother Mike had informed him - IF his father thought it was worth the effort of the repair. In the meantime, parts would not be available before Monday. Dina figured they could 'let their hair down' at home, especially since Big Al was acting like a caged cat when last seen. Seeing the way he was acting, Bobby knew that he wasn't going to get his opinion that day; never in his life had he seen his father so distracted. Securing permission to go to Dina's had been simple; Bobby could have asked to stay overnight and gotten the same answer. Mike dropped them off in the pickup the garage used to make supply runs, grinning at Bobby from the driver's seat and announcing, "You'd better plan on walking home - I'm pretty sure Dad won't be around, and I'm on call with the tow truck."

Dinner at Nellis' was a quiet affair, despite the unaccustomed two guests. Marilyn only had to make minor adjustments in quantity, and the primary result was that the expected quantities of leftovers failed to appear, which was just as well. Robert and Marilyn were both apparently nursing their own dark thoughts, and the two couples were too busy communing with themselves to be much interested in others.

After dinner, everybody but Robert began to clean up, which put too many people in the kitchen. Marilyn shooed the boys out in an effort to increase Dina's exposure to domesticity while evaluating Mandi's. After they had wandered out, Mandi cleared her throat. "Can we talk?"

"Okay," Marilyn responded. "What about?"

"Remember our discussion earlier?" Mandi queried.

"Yes..."

"I discovered a couple of things later that I think you ought to know."

Marilyn became cautious, "Okay..."

"I may be out of line here, so please understand that I don't profess to know it all. You and your husband have been married a long time... I'm sure I'm going to be stating the obvious, but..."

Marilyn waved airily, "Go on."

Mandi gathered herself, "Still waters run deep in your husband - and he's a very angry man. He let go a bit of it when he came back downstairs this afternoon, enough to see that there is a LOT more hidden behind it."

Marilyn looked perplexed. "He's angry? Why?"

"I THINK I know, but I'm not certain. What happened upstairs?"

Marilyn blinked. "We had sex."

Dina piped up, "How was it?"

"Fine. Nothing glorious. We deliberately didn't do any role- playing."

Mandi said gently, "Uh, I think it might be a good idea if you told us more about it. Something happened that you're apparently not aware of."

Marilyn blushed. "Well, I gave him a blow job..."

"Anything new and different about it?" Dina asked.

"Well, instead of swallowing, I jerked him off onto my chest."

Dina looked thoughtful. "How'd he take that?"

"Well, he asked me why, so I told him I thought it would look erotic..."

"Good!" Mandi exclaimed.

"... and that it kept me from having to swallow the stuff."

"Aw, shit!" moaned Dina. "Then what?"

"Well, then he had me lay back on the bed, and he returned the favor. But he kept missing my best places, and I just couldn't get off, so he finished me up with a vibrator."

Dina and Mandi exchanged significant glances. Mandi asked, "Did you tell him anything about where he should be licking, and what he should be doing to make it good for you?"

"Uh, no. Should I have? Fact is, the blowjob took a long time, too. He wasn't as 'hands on' as Master Rob was - maybe I didn't do as well, either..."

Dina sighed. "Then what?" she asked, wearily.

"Then I scooted up on the bed and we had sex. The usual: me on my back with him above me."

Dina frowned. "'The usual?' Mum, where were your legs? Did you lift them, like the other night, or..."

"No, I had them straight out. Jesus, this is embarrassing. We did things the old way."

Dina hung her head. "So Dad was, like, on his knees?"

Marilyn grimaced, "No, more like he was doing pushups. He got kind of winded, after a while... I was afraid I wasn't going to make it before he gave out. But I got one - a little one - then I just relaxed. After a couple of seconds, your father kind of grunted and rolled off. I figured he'd made it, too, so I asked him to bring me a towel so I could sop up the mess. He made some remark about my not needing one, but when he came back from the bathroom, he tossed one at me." Marilyn looked a little indignant. "I think he could have been a little nicer about it!"

Dina giggled, and looked at Mandi. "Okay, check me on this. Mum gives Pop an amateur blowjob - that would be Pop's fault, for not providing any instruction - that she ends by jerking him off on her chest."

Mandi took over, "The erotic idea was a good one - but telling him you didn't want to swallow was an insult. You should have stopped there."

Dina continued, "Then Pop beat himself up on your pussy for 15 or 20 minutes, missing the hot spots because you didn't tell him where they were."

"Master Rob makes you tell him how things feel," Mandi pointed out.

"Finally, he has to give up and get you off with a vibrator. How do you figure that makes him feel?" Dina resumed the narrative reconstruction.

Marilyn blinked. "Oh! Bad for the ego..."

"Then you have sex - in a position that's a lot of work for Pop to be able to fit about this much (Dina displayed an inch and a half measurement between her thumb and forefinger) of his poor pecker in your pussy. Finally, you get your rocks off - then you collapse and lay there like a dead thing, leaving Pop physically wasted and not even close."

Marilyn blushed, "Oh, shit!"

Mandi nodded. "Exactly! The towel remark was because he gave up in disgust when you went dead on him. He didn't come! You didn't need a towel to sop up the mess he made in your vagina - because he didn't make one! And THAT's why he was so pissed when he came downstairs!"

"Jeezus, Mum! Were you born stupid, or did you take lessons?"

Marilyn blanched. "What happened downstairs?"

"Mrs. Nellis..."

"Marilyn, please, Dear."

"Your husband was pissed. He made some remarks, and Rick made some remarks... 'Greedy, thoughtless little bitch' was the most memorable descriptor. It became apparent that this was the icing on a very large cake. Your husband has an excellent poker face, but he's a very angry man. And YOU are a primary focus of that anger!"

"What have I done?" wondered Marilyn.

"I don't know if it's true, but both he and Rick seem to feel that you've ridden him roughshod for quite some time," Mandi elaborated. "You apparently take advantage of the fact that he loves you and cannot deny you things... to the point that it's all difficult to pay for. He offered you equality, and you used his love to make a dictatorship with you in charge. Then there's sex..."

"Or maybe there's NOT sex..." Dina chimed in.

"Remember Master Rob's little lesson on Thursday?" Mandi prompted.

"Well, yeah, but..." Marilyn began.

Mandi looked thoughtful. "I think that he felt that past incidents could be chalked up to ignorance - but now you KNOW better, and that REALLY set him off! You know, this week's been a real change for HIM, too - he's seen a side of himself he didn't know existed, any more than YOU did. But that cat's out of the bag, and it's having its effect on him - having tasted dominance, he's less willing to be trampled."

Marilyn sighed. "What is the effect of all this on the advice you gave me earlier?"

Mandi looked uncomfortable. "Well, it's changed my personal opinion about what I think you should do - but I didn't express that opinion then, and I won't now. You've got three options: You can continue to submit periodically - but I don't think that's going to last. You can submit permanently - but I don't think I'd do that right away. Or you can try to close the door on the whole episode."

"You've left some things unsaid - I can tell. What did you mean when you said that periodic episodes won't last?" Marilyn inquired.

"I think that if you continue to submit for short periods, they'll get longer and longer, and one fine day, he won't release you. Or things will go the other way, and he'll refuse to accept your submission."

Dina interjected thoughtfully, "That'd be bad, wouldn't it?"

Mandi nodded. "I don't know much at all, but I have opinions. I think if he stops accepting your submission, your relationship is on its last legs."

"Why shouldn't I submit right away?" Marilyn asked.

"If you submit right away," Mandi responded, "both of you will see a certain blending of your separated personas. In your case, it'll be a help - but Master Rob will assume dominance bathed in Robert's anger. He won't be able to shelve that anger while he deals with you. I predict that things will stabilize, but initially he will punish you - perhaps terribly."

"And if we forget the whole thing and move on?"

"You won't forget it, and he won't either - but you CAN move on. If some things don't change, though... Well, I believe that his tolerance level is going to continue to drop. You'll have to compensate - or else!"

Marilyn picked up Dina with her eyes, "Dina?"

"Mum, I think Mandi's on target. The lid's off, and things aren't going to return to how they were. If you try to make them, by this time next year, I'll be visiting my parents on alternate days. Pop loves you, but..."

"I didn't think he was that unhappy..."

"Mum, you chose not to. Pop's good - but nobody's THAT good. You just figured that he would continue to sweep the whole thing under the rug forever, so you ignored it. Frankly, that makes you exactly what he called you!"

Marilyn again regarded Mandi. "What do YOU think I should do?"

Mandi's expression became guarded. "This is too important, and I know too little about you. I refuse to express my opinion - I couldn't deal with responsibility for the consequences."

Dina erupted, "Well, I have an opinion, and it's based on knowledge, if not on experience! You need to look at one thing: Can you give him what he needs willingly, or must he take it? If you can't do either, you might as well go upstairs and pack! Fun's over, Mum - it's time to pay up!"

Marilyn drew a shaky breath. "Thank you both for your honesty." She turned and went upstairs. The girls went into the den and cuddled up to their respective boyfriends, each in search of a little comfort. While the boys had no idea what the problem was, both were happy to provide it. Bobby, in particular, was thrilled to death; it represented a new dimension in his budding relationship with Dina. At about 10:00, Marilyn came downstairs, and sat on the couch. She spent more time watching Robert than the television, however. Robert pretended not to notice, but became somewhat concerned over time.

At 11:00, Rick and Mandi stood up and excused themselves to go to bed. Absolutely nothing was said about the obvious fact that Mandi was staying the night in Rick's room.

At this point, Bobby began to get nervous. Robert noticed, and asked, "Bobby, do you need a ride home? Or would you rather stay the night - (glancing pointedly at Dina) - on the couch?" Dina nodded her understanding and agreement - any nocturnal activity would occur in the den, and nothing serious was expected.

Bobby detected and properly interpreted the look. This left things up to him. "Well, I could walk home, of course, but if it's all the same to you..."

Robert smiled to take the sting out of his next words. "It ISN'T all the same to me, Son, but there's no requirement for you to be alone at home, either."

Bobby licked his lips, "I think I'd like to stay, Sir."

"Fine." Robert rose, but Marilyn and Dina were already on their way to the linen closet. "Want to call your Dad?"

"I'd like to leave him a voicemail. I think I know where he is - but I don't want to disturb him."

Robert smiled quizzically. "I think I'm missing something..." Dina snickered.

Bobby blushed, and enlightened Marilyn and Robert, "Uh, he and Mandi's mom kinda hit it off..."

Everyone smiled. "That would seem to be a good thing," Robert commented.

"Very," Bobby confirmed. "They've both apparently been pretty lonely for a while. I kinda hope it lasts."

The women got the logistics settled, and Robert rose to retire for the night. "See you in the morning." Bobby nodded. Marilyn rose and followed her husband, fixing Dina with a look that said 'Behave yourself!' as she departed.

The expectation was that morning would find Dina in her room, and Bobby in the den. Things didn't happen that way, but were innocent, nonetheless. Dina went upstairs and donned a loose set of shorty pajamas. Bobby shucked out of his jeans and slipped under the blankets on the couch in his boxers and T shirt, just as Dina reappeared at the door. Dina lay down next to Bobby atop the blanket, and there ensued a protracted cuddle, at some point of which they both drifted off to sleep. Bobby awoke at about 3:00 a.m. to find Dina shivering. He managed to get her under the blankets, and rolled over on his side with his back to her. In no time at all, Dina was spooned against his back. Bobby smiled, and fell asleep while rubbing her thigh.

Mandi and Rick were entwined nude on Rick's bed, Mandi on top. Rick's erect penis was inserted to the hilt, but, except for the occasional wriggle and an occasional contraction of Mandi's vaginal walls, no one was moving. They had both discovered that they liked the feeling of simple penetration while they fondled and caressed one another. Mandi raised herself onto her elbows, and addressed Rick with a worried frown, "Your parents are at a crossroads - and I don't know whether they will be able to continue on together or not."

Rick sighed, "I know. Things have changed, and the old status quo is out the window, but Pop seems intent on trying to put Humpty back together again. Thing is, he wasn't doing that well under the old regime..."

Mandi kissed his cheek and nodded, "You're Dad's even more scared than your Momma. He's afraid that if he let's Master Rob out, there will be Hell to pay - that he won't be able to control himself."

Rick grimaced, "Yeah, but the problem is that Ol' Rob is already on his way out. The old Pop would never have let go like he did this afternoon - he'd have just been a little more tense, that's all."

Mandi nodded, "So I gathered. You encouraged him, too!" She poked him in the armpit, smiling.

Rick jumped and grunted, then sobered again. "Pop's just been bending over and taking it for years. He deserves to be able to bitch about it, at least!"

Mandi nodded. "Dina and I had a talk with your Momma after supper. They went upstairs and had sex, and almost totally screwed it up! Your Dad made a couple of little mistakes, but your Momma! She screwed up just about everything! Dina was beside herself! I guess your Momma was in the driver's seat, and she pointed them down the same old highway."

Rick grinned. "What did she do?"

"Well, she gave him a blowjob, which I understand is a step in the right direction - but when he got ready to come, she jerked him off on her chest, and told him she didn't like to swallow!"

"Well..."

"Believe me, it was how it was done. I guess he got down and ate her out, but she couldn't get off. She didn't give him any guidance at all, apparently. He finally wore out his tongue, and had to bring her off with a vibrator."

Rick shook his head. "That's a real blow to the old ego!"

Mandi nodded. "Then, she made him have sex with him like this..." She moved from her position with her legs draped outside Rick's, bringing her knees together, and tensing her thighs.

"Hey!" Rick erupted, having gone from fully inserted to just in at the tip.

Mandi resumed her previous position, obviously enjoying the feel of Rick's cock returning to its deep seat. "Mmmmm. Exactly. Only he was on top, doing pushups! Apparently, he worked at it for a few minutes, and she got a little cum, then just went floppy on him! He didn't cum, and she not only didn't know, she didn't give a shit!"

"Jeezus! No wonder Pop was pissed!"

"Dina told her that she'd better clean up her act - or else! Problem is, I really don't think she knows how!"

Rick grunted. "Well, we can't help them. Personally, I think Mum ought to submit. She'll be getting what she deserves, even if Pop goes off on her. Besides," he grinned, "she'd look pretty good in a dog collar and nothing else!"

Mandi sighed, "Frankly, I think it's her only chance!" Then she smiled, "You know, you can have ME like that any time..." and clamped down with her vaginal muscles.

Rick's eyes popped and he inhaled hugely through his nose as he savored the sensation. "Man, what a picture."

Mandi purred, "Anytime, anyplace, anywhere..."

The idea aroused Rick beyond the point where he could hold still, and he began the slow drive that would eventually bring the pair to climax.

Marilyn and Robert entered the master suite, undressed, and climbed into the opposite sides of their bed without speaking. Robert lay on his back and closed his eyes, but Marilyn lay there, wakeful, for a few minutes. Finally, she said, apparently to no one, "I really don't know you, do I?"

Without opening his eyes, Robert responded, "I don't think you ever considered the effort necessary." Then he rolled over on his side, facing away from her. After a moment, a couple of fat tears rolled down her cheeks.



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Chapter 56: Out with the Vincent Bros


Treefrogs was jumpin'. This wouldn't be unusual, on a Saturday night - but only one of the foursome had the experience to know that. Denise looked around at the SRO crowd and smiled to herself, hugging Eddie's arm. Eddie squeezed her hand, trying to figure out a gallant method of telling her that wrapping her braless breasts around his biceps was driving him insane.

The foursome had decided not to 'do up' dinner, settling for fast food. Now it was a little after nine, and the hip-hop was deafening. Dolores snuggled up to Tim while the younger couple wormed their way onto the floor. "Do you think we're ready for this?" she all but yelled in his ear.

Tim quirked an eyebrow. "After ONE lesson?" Then he grinned. "Hell, who's gonna know?" he wondered, and dragged her onto the floor.

Denise ran Eddie ragged for 30 minutes before deigning to be dragged to the bar for a drink. To be fair, Eddie was sweaty, but otherwise okay - and he had learned a lot about how best to compliment Denise's flamboyant dance style. By the time they broke, they were starting to get the envious attention of other couples in the vicinity. "Whew!" Eddie gasped, "That was quite a set! You were kicking ass out there!"

"You're no slouch!" Denise purred. "I've killed half the football team out there, and you've been matching me move for move!"

Eddie grinned. Things were going well. If you got seriously into it, some of the moves were almost like having sex standing up - only more athletic. He'd been careful not to push things, letting Denise define the envelope - and she had pushed things out there pretty far. Eddie assumed that she was forgetting herself (she had), and if he followed her as far as she was going, he'd get caught in the backlash when she remembered, so he had been careful NOT to take advantage of some fairly blatant opportunities to audit her curves.

Denise, too, was well pleased. While some of the doors she left open were accidental, others were not, and Eddie had proven sure-footed in avoiding the traps. "I'm gonna go freshen up," she announced.

Eddie grinned, "Ok, I'll just stand here and sweat. What do you want to drink?"

"Diet Coke." Denise waved languidly and moved off.

Eddie placed the order, and looked up as Dolores and Tim thumped into the bar next to him, winded from their second outing. Tim grinned, "That shit's hard work when you don't know what you're doing!"

Dolores remonstrated between pants, "You mean (puff) you were winging it (puff) when you were sliding (puff) that boner of yours (puff) up and down the (puff) crack of my ass?"

Eddie roared. Tim looked put upon, and said "It's what the couple next door was doing..." Then he grinned, too. He and Dolores swapped a quick kiss before he asked Eddie, "So, how's it goin'?"

"Okay, I think," Eddie replied, grinning, "Denise went off to the ladies' room."

"Goody! Then I can find out!" Dolores exclaimed, and made a beeline out of there. Tim raised an eyebrow and shrugged, and the brothers shared a companionable silence, watching the ebb and flow on the floor and absorbing their drinks.

Denise was primping in front of the mirror when Joy Fox walked in. Joy was a junior at another school who had gravitated to Denise when it became apparent that they had similar tastes in men and entertainment. The pair had watched each other's back on any number of occasions in the past year, and Denise counted Joy as a friend. "Hi, Neesey! How's it goin'?"

"Hey, Foxy. I didn't see you on the floor..." Denise rejoined.

"Well, I saw YOU. Who's the Boy Scout? I figured a bruiser like that would've had both hands in your halter by now, but he's playing Mr. Clean..." Joy was somewhat surprised; Denise was usually a bit wilder on the floor.

Dolores eased in through the door just as Denise delivered her reply, "I'm interviewing for a more permanent position, so guys trained in the four Fs aren't as desirable. In fact, I'm not gonna deny him the opportunity, but if I see his cock tonight, he's gone, just like all the others."

"What, Neesy, you changin'up? No more fun?" Joy was shocked.

"I'm tired of having to break in a new dick every night. I'm tired of providing some little weasel with his first experience in the back seat of some car, then never seeing him again. I'm gonna make this one earn it, then reap the fruits of my labors - several times!" Denise became somewhat vehement during this announcement.

"What about the football team? Aren't you short a few?"

"I'm not gonna do it just to be able to say I did - there's got to be a better reason. It's got to be fun. It's not fun being called a slut. I figure if I slow down a bit, I'll be able to keep a boyfriend long enough to train him to be worth a shit in bed."

"Okay, Neesey - I was afraid you were giving up sex!" Joy laughed.

"Huh! No way! I'm just trading a little variety for pleasure. I want to be a - yeah - a gourmet!"

While the two were laughing, Dolores sidled up to the mirror. "Hey, Denise."

Joy continued the interrogation, "So what's with Mr. Clean?"

Denise smiled. "He knows the deal. He likes me, but he isn't thinking with his dick."

Dolores piped up, "Even if he did, he'd still be pretty smart!"

Denise laughed. "Joy - Dolores. Dolores - Joy," she announced, handling the introductions. Turning to Joy, she continued, "What Dolores means is that I didn't just pick Eddie because he's nice. Dolores is dating his brother Tim - and HE's got a dick as long as your arm!"

Joy giggled, "No shit?!" Dolores, grinning, raised her hands, spreading them to approximate Tim's surprising length, looking for all the world like someone telling a fishing story. "Holy cow! You done it with him yet?"

Dolores shook her head, "Only a blowjob - Denise gave me BJ-101 while I was doing it, so she's seen it, too."

Joy was convinced. "He'll split you in half!"

Dolores shrugged, grinning, "Then I'll just have them sew me back together around him. He's so sweet..."

"Hey, there's no guarantee the brother's got one the same size!"

Denise grinned, "Eddie's been careful, but I've been shameless. He's got a big 'un there, no doubt about it. If he survives the next couple of days, I've got big plans for Mr. Eddie Vincent." That said, the three of them made for the door.

The guys were turned toward the bar, occasionally spotting in the big mirror behind it; they missed the girls' approach. Denise inserted herself between Tim and Eddie, with Dolores on Tim's off-side, and Joy on Eddie's. "Eddie, this is Joy Fox. I call her Foxy," Denise announced.

Eddie turned to Joy just as she said "Hey!" and swatted him on the ass, grabbing a handful afterwards. Eddie's resulting expression was priceless, as he tried to grapple with the dynamic of being goosed by a friend of a girl he was trying to make a good impression on. Eventually, he settled for a poker face, and a noncommittal "Hey."

Joy poured it on, hoping to increase his discomfiture, or, even better, get him to show his fangs. "So, you're Neesey's new man, huh? You know, we share EVERYTHING..." She winked conspiratorially and squeezed his ass again. Eddie froze, and turned slowly to Denise. His expression said 'Puhleez tell me she's pulling my leg!' and a host of other things, all in a flicker of an instant.

Denise lost it. She was unable to hold a straight face, and Diet Coke went everywhere as she let go. Then she hiccupped, and tears rolled down her face as she struggled to get her breath. Joy fell out, too, and Tim and Eddie both began to chuckle as they cleaned themselves up. Fortunately, most of the outflow hit the bar. "Y-you should have SEEN your face!" she gasped. Finally, she turned to Joy and announced, "I think we're going to have to get comfortable with one another before I turn YOU loose on him, Foxy!" sliding her arm around him. Eddie reciprocated, being careful to hit her jean-clad hip below her bare midriff.

"Well, a girl's gotta TRY!" Joy grinned.

"Wait your turn!" Denise remonstrated in mock seriousness.

Joy reached out and took Eddie's other hand, wrapping it around herself. She didn't place his hand on her hip, however; grinning mischievously, she placed his hand on her braless right breast.

Eddie's hand sprang off like it was spring-loaded, fingers splaying. Almost casually, he stuck his hand in his back pocket, keeping Joy from again capturing it. In a voice that was emphatic, but ALMOST too quiet for Denise to hear, he announced, "I'm HERE with DENISE."

Joy shrugged, unrepentant. "Well, okay, if you're gonna be a stick in the mud..."

"I'm not," Eddie rejoined, calmly. "Denise laid down the ground rules - and YOU broke them. If and when Denise says you can play, then I'll decide whether I want you to play. Until then..." He turned away.

Denise was well-pleased with this byplay. Joy had independently provided a better test for Eddie than she could have come up with on her own - and Eddie had passed with flying colors! "Let's go back out and dance," she suggested. Eddie shrugged and caught up her hand. Joy pouted a bit, then moved on.

Both couples pushed it hard until 11:00, then Dolores and Tim dragged the younger couple off the floor. "I'm sorry," announced Tim, "but we've got last night to live down. We need to call it a night, so I can get Dolores home before her father comes gunning for me." He grinned to take the sting out of it, but Dolores giggled, not upset. The reality was that Marcus Brown hadn't gotten too wildly upset - but another incident atop the first would not go unnoticed. Eddie and Denise were philosophical about the whole thing, for differing reasons: For Eddie, half a loaf was better than none - it had been a pretty decent date; for Denise, who usually stayed out later, she was getting a ride home without the usual payment. Many times, either she had to walk, or deliver something in the way of sexual favors to her date for the evening, to get home. They all piled into Tim's car and made for the first drop-off point - the Giannelli's.



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Chapter 57: Late Saturday Night


At 11:30, suddenly Giannelli's went from deserted to crowded. Tim wheeled up, and Denise and Eddie got out to deal with the 'parting on the porch' ritual. Less than a minute later, Helen pulled up, just getting off from work. Moments after THAT, Big Al wheeled up. All of this activity caused some compromises to be made, the reasons for which might be unclear unless each of the activities are examined separately, so... 

Denise and Eddie stopped on the porch, and Denise turned and allowed herself to drift closer to Eddie. "Thanks, I had a nice time."

"So did I," Eddie added his component to the drift, obviously angling for a good night kiss.

Denise decided he'd earned it, and presented her lips, even parting them slightly.

And Eddie lowered the boom. He drew her into a gently supported embrace, hands all in 'G' rated locations, and delivered a searing, 500 megawatt kiss.

Now, Denise was the old hand at heavy petting, here; she had been in the clinches with experts. All evening, she had been maintaining her detachment, waiting for Eddie to initiate some physical attack. She was thoroughly used to eight-armed boys trying to get under her blouse in three places while attacking her crotch from two other directions, using kisses to distract her. So when Eddie raised the stakes, the first thing she did, almost unconsciously, was to inventory her surface area for threats. Somewhat confused at the fact that detected threats numbered zero, she paid serious attention to the kiss itself - and Eddie came right over the wall. Because Eddie was concentrating ONLY on the kiss, and he wanted it to be memorable in it's own right.

He succeeded. Detachment went out the window. Two seconds after the kiss began, Denise was fully engaged, limp in the support of his embrace except for the hand which had snaked around to cradle his head from behind and make sure it didn't go anywhere.

When they came up for air two minutes later, it was largely due the quiet sound of a throat being cleared in their vicinity. "Dears," Helen asked quietly, "do you think you could move over a bit so I could get by? It looks like I'm about to receive visitors..."

Denise opened her green eyes, but it didn't help. She found herself falling into Eddie' hazel ones. "Mmmmm?" was about all the response she was capable of generating.

Eddie resolved the problem by shifting his grip and picking her up. While this did move one hand onto her ass, Denise's unconscious 'tentacle detector' ascertained that it was necessary for operations and ignored it. The surface layers of her mind were registering the action with a shock - he didn't LOOK that strong... 

Helen, intent upon getting indoors before Big Al got to the porch, murmured, "Thank you, Dear," as she shot past. Once inside, she added, "Why don't you two come inside where it's more comfortable?"

Denise murmured, "Mmmmm, you wanna?" Eddie nodded, their eyes still locked. "Let's go talk to Timmy." Eddie turned and set off down the walk - like he carried women everywhere!

Tim and Dolores had been filling in the time by necking. Tim had freed Dolores' left breast from her tube top and was cupping it in his left hand while he nuzzled her neck. Dolores, sensing an approach looked out the passenger side window to see Eddie approaching carrying Denise. "Omigod!" she gasped.

As Tim looked up, Denise turned her head and spoke, "Timmee! Can you come back for Eddie? Pleeease?"

Tim's eyes met those of his younger brother. After a moment, he shrugged and replied, "Yeah, I guess so." Turning his attention to Eddie, he instructed, "Don't go nowhere, I might be a while!" At Eddie's nod, he pulled Dolores to him and put the car in gear.

Dolores, inventorying her surroundings, announced, "Look at that, Sugar!" and pointed at the driveway. 'That' was Big Al McCormick, in a golf shirt (!) and Dockers (!!), carrying a bouquet (!!!) up the walk! Eddie whirled, and the younger couple feasted THEIR eyes on the unexpected sight. "I'll be damned! Momma's got company!" Denise mused.

Tim shook his head. "Gonna be another interesting evening!" he murmured as he hit the gas. Eddie turned and began following Big Al up the walk.

Big Al rang the bell. "Just a minute!" Helen responded from inside.

Eddie and Denise arrived at the door, getting a nod from Big Al. Denise reached down and opened the door, and Eddie shouldered through. "I've got him, Momma!" Denise called out, waving Big Al inside.

Helen called out from upstairs, "Dear, could you show Mr. McCormick to the living room?" Denise didn't deign to reply - just grinned sardonically as Big Al self-consciously parked himself on the couch. After a few moments, during which Eddie managed to gracefully lower himself and his burden onto the love seat, Helen bustled in, wearing her wraparound dress. "Oh! Flowers!" she exclaimed. Big Al blushed. Undoubtedly, they were from a supermarket - but the thought was obviously very much there. "Let me put them in water..." As she took them, she kissed him on the cheek. Big Al blushed, totally tongue-tied. He got up and followed Helen into the kitchen, apparently dazed.

Denise and Eddie turned their attention from the antics of the older generation to each other. "That was some kiss!" Denise murmured.

Eddie produced a hard grin. "It needed to be. You were entirely too detached. Sooner or later, without any emotional commitment on your part, I'd step over some line, and we'd be done. I needed to remind you that this isn't a game!"

Denise grinned back, "Okay - you got my attention. I bet you can't do THAT again!" Eddie locked eyes with her. Sometime soon after that, their lips touched. At some point, she lost track of his eyes, her attention being given over to the kiss. There ensued an undefined eternity when Denise's universe was defined by the actions of their lips and tongues, and the feel of Eddie's strong hands rubbing her back. When consciousness returned, it was via those hazel eyes, now laughing gently at her. Denise moaned. She had never been so aroused in her life! Yet, the feeling was more romantic than sexual. She was incredibly worked up - but it was an 'urge to merge', not just a desire to have her vagina filled, and her clitoris tickled. Eddie was rock hard - she knew this, she was sitting on it - but he was making no demands. It was suddenly as clear as crystal to her that SHE would come to HIM - and not vice versa. And despite her promise to herself NOT to engage in sex with him on the first date, it could very well happen tonight!

Eddie just smiled, shaking his head, and drew her back into that other universe with his lips and tongue.

Helen located a vase and filled it with water and flowers. "I'm somewhat surprised that you came," she declared, while arranging the flowers.

A look of consternation flitted across Big Al's face, then he grinned and shook his head. "You're sure a hard case."

"Mmmm?"

"Why do you insist on believing that no one could ever be interested in you?"

"My track record..." she began.

"... is apparently ancient history," he cut her off. Surprised a how close he sounded, she whirled. He WAS close. She found herself almost pinned between him and the counter, looking up at him in surprise.

Big Al regarded her for a moment, smiled, and dropped into a dining room chair. Then he reached out and gently took one of her hands, tugging her to another chair at the table. As she seated herself, he asked, "So, how was work today?"

"Fine," she responded, somewhat bemused by the change of subject. Then a glint came to her eye, and she related, "Some pair of yahoos came in at about mid-shift. One of them was incredibly aggressive - teasing me and making all kinds of lurid suggestions. He even tried to feel me up, right there at the restaurant!"

"What did you do?" Al grinned.

"I told him what time I got off..." Helen smiled lazily.

"And what does that make you?"

Helen quirked an eyebrow. "I dunno - a slut?" She frowned.

"I'd have said an excellent judge of man-flesh..." The frown disappeared.

"I don't think he's coming, though..." Helen continued.

"No?"

"No. You can't be him - I thought you were, but you haven't said anything rude, crude, or socially unacceptable since you walked in."

"Being rude, crude, and socially unacceptable is hard work! I thought I'd let my hair down." Al smiled.

"Your 'hard work' almost embarrassed me to death!" Helen laughed, "The girls were already giving me a rash - apparently I glowed, or something - then YOU came in and removed all doubt!"

Al grinned, "Did your stock go up?"

Helen blushed. "Just a bit." She glanced around, self-consciously. "Something to drink?"

"Sure."

"Coffee? Tea?"

"Whatever."

She got up and puttered around, pouring iced tea from a pitcher in the refrigerator into a couple of glasses. When she placed it before him, he picked up the glass and sipped politely.

"Don't like tea?" she asked.

"Not what I'm here for," he replied, mildly.

"What ARE you here for?" Helen asked, archly.

"Look at you. Hold your hand. Hear your voice. Kiss..."

"Oh, come on!" Helen interrupted, "Neither of us is sixteen, and I've looked at myself in the mirror..."

"Goddamnit, Woman!" Big Al roared, leaping to his feet. "How many God damned times am I going to have to tell you that there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong with you?! NOTHING!! And that there are an incredible number of things that are RIGHT!!!"

Helen sat, open mouthed, pinned to her chair like a bug as he hovered over her. "B-but..."

"But, nothing! Do you think everyone wants a swimsuit model? Maybe I might like to have one for a night - if I didn't break her into little bitty pieces!! But not for a week - let alone the rest of my life! Think about it - even that shit-bird husband of yours hung around long enough to give you two beautiful daughters! We had this same idiot conversation last night and NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!" Suddenly he ran down, "Except that now I'm not sure I can get along without you..."

Helen continued to gape, but wonder replaced fear as the primary component in her expression. Big Al gathered himself, leaned down, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Tears began to leak from her eyes. "I have to protect myself," she husked.

"That's fine. We've both been around the block, and we've both been hurt a few times. But while you're PROTECTING yourself, see to it that you don't DENY yourself," Big Al murmured. "I'm no fortuneteller. I can't predict the future. We might not make it. But it won't be because either of us is a poor excuse for a human being, in any way. And we can bring each other a lot of happiness while we try."

Denise and Eddie, drawn by the commotion, faded back into the living room. "Big night for romance," Denise remarked.

"Ya think?" Eddie smirked, drawing her to him. "Actually, I set off a romance bomb - they were just too close to the blast."

"So THAT's how you did it!" Denise replied, feigning surprise, then giggled as Eddie went to work on her neck below her ear. "Jeezus, Eddie!" she squealed as goosebumps popped out all over her body, "I'm SOOO ticklish there! You gotta stop before I pee my pants!" But she made no move to stop him, thinking to herself, 'or cum!' Very quickly, she was gasping and clutching at him, unable to hold still, but not really wanting him to stop. Eddie smiled to himself, as he moved on to his next test location. Denise was denying him nothing - but he still wasn't asking for anything not in sight, either. There would be time enough when she came to him - he could wait. He moved on to the next fully available erogenous zone, her gasps and cries more than adequate reward for his efforts.

In the kitchen, Helen had risen to her feet, and they were clinched and kissing. Al's big hands were rubbing her back, flanks, neck... but her dress was still in one piece, and he hadn't wandered far. Helen was all warmed up, but Al wasn't taking things to the next level! Finally, she pulled back and asked, "Something wrong?"

Al grinned. "I'm waiting for," he began, then assumed a high whine through his nose - his complaining female impersonation, "'All you ever come around for is sex!'" Resuming a more normal tone, he continued, "I can't defend against that one - of COURSE I want sex! But that ain't all! I learned a long time ago that you can't prove THAT, though. I figured I'd get it out in the open, too, while we're covering the bases."

Helen couldn't decide whether to get angry or laugh. Eventually, she chose the latter. "Well, we kind of ruined things by having wild sex the night we met!" she admitted, ruefully. "I'll just have to waive that one - besides, I don't plan on giving up sex, anyway. Why complain if you're getting what you want?" With that, she reached down and undid the outside tie holding the wraparound dress together. The dress gaped open exposing her left breast. Then she pulled the inside tie, leaving herself exposed from head to foot. Al goggled. That the demure garment didn't cover a brassiere, he had already determined; that Helen had foregone panties, too, hadn't been made clear! She stepped forward into his arms, "Now, where were we?"

Ten minutes later, Helen was in the same condition of undress as she led Al, hand in hand, toward the stair. Denise was stretched out atop Eddie, having discovered that it slowed down his inventory of her ticklish spots. "We're going up to bed, kids - don't stay up too late!"

Denise struggled up and frowned. "Momma, you're making it difficult for me to prove to Eddie that I'm not a slut!" she complained.

Helen regarded Eddie blandly, and declared, "She's not a slut."

Eddie shrugged, "I know."

Helen looked at Denise, "So what's the problem?"

"Oh, Momma!" Denise spewed exasperation. Turning to Eddie, she swatted him on the shoulder, "And YOU!" She hung her head. "Besides, I am - was, a slut." She looked up, brightening. "But I'm on the wagon!"

Eddie locked eyes with her. "I know." He pulled her face back down to him.

It took - 30 minutes? 45? No one was counting, but at the end, Denise's defenses were totally undermined. Going in, she was cynical, detached, sure of herself, her power over men, her tools, and her weapons. Love was a fiction that suckers deluded themselves with, or a best, a prolonged urge to rut with a single individual. Only dimly did she perceive the state that her sister had stumbled into, and while she was envious, she misunderstood. Eddie destroyed her defenses by recognizing them for the tissue paper they were, and by declaring his love for her. Oh, he didn't say it aloud - he merely gave himself totally to her, leaving her with the inescapable conclusion that love really did exist, and that she was a recipient. The Denise that her father had locked away when he left those years before found that her prison's walls had suddenly become insubstantial, and walked out.

Eddie was not unaffected by the interlude, either. It was not an exercise in cynical manipulation on his part, but a grand gamble. He bet his heart and soul, and won - and lost - and was pleased with the results.

Tim had delivered Dolores onto her doorstep on schedule - but somehow didn't leave. Padma had taken the late watch again, and nodded in satisfaction when the pair arrived, then discovered that they just weren't done yet. When fifteen minutes had elapsed and the pair were still clinched on the porch, Padma sighed and opened the door. "Why don't you two come inside?"

"Hmm?" Tim looked up, bemused, then escorted Dolores inside. They started in again in the entry hall.

Padma watched for 30 seconds, then stamped her foot in frustration, "Oh, go sit on the couch!" They did so, Dolores sitting on Tim's lap, and Padma padded over to Marcus' recliner, intending to maintain the vigil. But the recliner was too comfortable; Padma's eyes drifted shut, and in a few minutes, she began to snore.

When she discovered that her chaperone was incapacitated, Dolores' tube top became a decoration for her waist in one tug. At that point, things got serious; the pair stretched out on the couch and started loosening clothing, and serious exploration began.

Dolores was just plain hot. She wanted to feel Tim's cock again. She undid his belt and zipper and reached into the fly of his jockey shorts, extracting his already half-hard member.

Tim was holding up his end on Dolores' breasts. Diligent work with his hands had both nipples rock hard and extended, and her aureoles mounded and crinkled to half their normal size.

But the pair were primarily kissing, licking, and panting into each other's mouths. Both had concluded that they were likely to be separated on little or no notice, so serious sex was out, so they were going for the experience of being just as far inside one another's skin as they could get.

They weren't necessarily as smart about it as they could have been; each was somewhat carried away. Early on, Dolores reached up and collected an afghan that was draped across the back of the couch, figuring that being covered by it might give them a moment to get reorganized to the point of plausible deniability - but they spoiled it by tossing articles of clothing on the floor! Dolores' tube top went first, followed by Tim's shirt, so that they could rub chests. A bit later, Dolores' capris got in the way of Tim's hands one time too many when Tim tried to rub her ass through her panties. Somehow, the panties stayed on, despite Dolores furiously mashing her crotch against the underside of Tim's erect cock, and another episode when she bit him on the neck muffling the scream that accompanied the orgasm Tim provided her by sawing two fingers into her vagina in sync with rubbing circles around her clitoris.

In the aftermath of that orgasm, Dolores began to relax, and the kissing and caresses became slow and languorous. The peace, comfort, and late hour conspired to lull both of them to sleep, Dolores collapsed atop Tim under the afghan.

Eddie and Denise continued to make out while awaiting a pickup that wasn't going to materialize. Slowly, they, too, began to relax into slumber, in relatively the same positions, but with a bit more clothing present.

And that's how the Vincent boys learned the joys of using a woman for a blanket!

After saying goodnight to Denise and Eddie, Helen and Al climbed the stairs to Helen's bedroom. On entry, Helen turned, and Al stepped into her embrace. After a long, slow kiss, Helen murmured, "Here you are in my bedroom again," smiling.

"Seems like it's been forever," Al replied.

Helen's eyebrows shot up. "It was LAST NIGHT!"

Al grinned fiercely, "Yeah, and I had to wait ALL DAY to come back!"

Helen hugged herself against Al's hard muscles, then stepped back and began divesting him of the clothing that was suddenly an irritating barrier between them. Al stood still and let her, sensing that that was the way she wanted it. She undid his belt and unzipped his Dockers, then extracted the tail of his golf shirt. Al raised his arms to assist in its removal. Helen dropped to her knees to handle his shoes, and realized that he had come prepared; the heavy work boots of the night before had been replaced by black loafers, easily retrieved. Indeed, he had kicked them off while her attention was elsewhere. Helen contented herself with sock removal, then reached up to shuck off the Dockers, taking his briefs with them. Al stepped out of the puddle, prepared to escort her to bed, but Helen had other ideas. Face to face with his cock, she decided that it was time to get to know it better. One hand on the shaft and one hand gently cupping his scrotum, she leaned in and buried her nose in his crotch, inhaling a huge noseful of male pheromones, mixed with a little sweat. Her heart rate increased, and she was more than ready to continue as she skinned back his foreskin and gently manipulated his testicles, while wetting his ball sac with wide laps of her tongue.

Big Al gasped, and his penis went from merely rigid to an iron bar in an instant! That had to be THE most erotic thing he had ever had done to him! The sensations generated by Helen's soft, wet tongue wiping across his scrotum were absolutely incredible, and his hands shot down and cradled her head softly. Finding her hair still tied back, he fought to maintain the level of attention required to extract the hairpins and the elastic, releasing it, then worked his hands through it, massaging her scalp.

This surprised and delighted Helen, whose scalp was sensitive, and, approached properly, was an erogenous zone. "Mmmmmm," she groaned, as she backed off a bit and began laving Al's shiny glans with her tongue.

"Ah, God!" Al gasped, throwing his head back, totally lost in the sensations. Helen began running the flat of her tongue up and down along the underside of Al's glans, working the most sensitive spot on his entire penis, and he knew he was lost. "I've got about ten more seconds!" he gasped. Helen locked eyes with him, formed her lips into a tight O, and slowly sucked him in. Al started hopping from foot to foot, trying dimly to figure out where he was going to ejaculate, when Helen removed any doubt about where she wanted it by reaching around, planting both palms firmly on the cheeks of his ass, and pulling him into her mouth. Al's thighs began to shudder, his eyes rolled up and he jetted sperm like a fire hose. He didn't say anything; he couldn't - he'd stopped breathing. Helen counted eight pulses, and was hard pressed to keep up - but she enjoyed the exercise thoroughly. It had been a long time since she had seriously worked a man- cock, and Big Al's enthusiastic response warmed her heart. The taste of Al's semen awakened fond memories, too.

Helen relaxed her grip on his asscheeks, and Big Al stepped back, extracting his now overly-sensitive member from between Helen's WONDERFUL lips. He dropped to shaky knees and kissed her deeply, ignoring the taste of his leftover spunk, then muttered hoarsely, "Get up on the bed, Hon. Hang your legs over the edge." Helen did as she was bid, watching through the valley of her cleavage as he knelt up and approached her. She expected him to drive his still solid erection into her, especially when he picked up her legs and spread them, bringing her thighs back alongside her huge breasts. Instead, he knelt and began worshipping her womanhood with his lips and tongue.

First, he laved her from anus to clitoris with a wide swipe of his flattened tongue, causing her to leap twice - once as he passed over the crinkled after aperture, and once when he came into contact with her already erect bud. Then he began working at her labia, sucking the thin, narrow lips individually between his own and working his lips and tongue across them. Helen's pudenda became rapidly swollen, infused with blood, and the liquid nectar of her arousal began collecting everywhere. Al began collecting it, running his tongue along the pink channel between the now wide-open lips. The taste was wonderful, fresh - she could have been 16. Al began rimming Helen's vaginal opening with his pointed tongue, causing her to throw her head back, closing her eyes and breathing hoarsely through her nose. Mindlessly, she grabbed handfuls of the bedclothes, and began to roll her hips, totally caught up in the sensations pouring along her electrified channel. Al added an occasional rapid snap of his tongue at her clitoris, and soon after he began to feel the gathering muscular tension that he knew heralded her orgasm. When she started pushing against him with her legs, unconsciously trying to bow her back and drive her mound into him, he suddenly shifted targets, settling his lips over her clitoris to hold it in place while he battered it with his tongue.

Helen froze. Her eyes bugged and she screamed at the top of her lungs as every nerve ending in her body ignited in orgasm. Al hung on for dear life as she surged against him again and again, her entire pubic area flexing to the massive pulsations passing through her vagina and anus.

Finally, after 2 and a half minutes, she collapsed, and moments later, weak arms brushed ineffectually across Al's sandy hair as she whimpered, "No more, please... please..."

Al smiled, knowing he'd given as good as he'd got.

A moment later, he had crawled up next to her and laid on his side, gently caressing Helen's flanks. She reached up and drew him down to her for an indolent kiss. "That was very nice," she murmured.

"It was meant to be," he rumbled. "So was what you did for me."

Al draped his right leg over hers. One of the side effects of this change of position was that his semi-erect penis draped itself across her lower belly at the top of her mons. Helen enjoyed the feel of the warm shaft on her skin, and reached down and began softly stroking the upper side. It twitched, as if it were an independent organism, enjoying her caress. Al enjoyed it while basically ignoring it. He was busy memorizing the feel of the curve of her rounded belly, tracing the transitional area where her breasts attached to her chest wall, and tracing the flow of muscles in her neck and shoulder. Periodically, he would unearth an erogenous zone, and mark it in memory for later exploration.

"This is the second time in two days that you've occupied my bedroom," Helen murmured.

"Want to use mine?" Al replied, grinning.

"Is it clean?"

"Reasonably."

"I was just wondering," (he felt her tense) "how often..."

"Regularly. Whenever I can. Until you run me off." Al's hands detected Helen's relaxation. He continued stroking her for a few moments, then, "Of course, things will have to change, eventually," he rumbled. Again, he felt her tense. "It's a real pain in the ass having your woman one place and your clothes another." The tension peaked, then went away, replaced by a different type.

Helen arched her eyebrows. "So, I'm to be 'your woman'?" she challenged.

"This is a problem?"

"Do I have any say in the matter?" The mock indignation continued.

Al took a moment to assess his options, then: "No."

Helen's eyes flashed. "How many women do you have in you stable?" she demanded.

"At present?" Al examined his nails, "... One." A short pause, then: "That includes the current candidate. I've never seen fit to keep more than one, and the position's been vacant a while."

Helen blinked. The levity had disappeared at some point in the middle of this declaration, and the big man refused to meet her eyes. "Are there any benefits that come with the position?"

Al looked up, and his eyes crinkled, "Hell, no! You have to put up with me!"

"So, are you going to warn me about your vile habits, or do I have to discover them for myself?

"Huh! If I TOLD you, you'd run from the room screaming!"

"So how do you define this role of being 'your woman'?" The arch look was back.

"It's kinda broad, and vague - but you're it, already. It's probably mostly between my ears. Theoretically, you can get out of it, but it's gonna take serious effort - a restraining order or something."

"Speaking of the law..."

"If you're asking me if I'm gonna make an 'honest woman' of you, well, we've both been around the block and have the scars to show for it. Good sense says we should sit back a while and make sure we can put up with one another - so gimme a day next week, and I'll come around and bend the knee."

"You'll WHAT! You're INSANE!" Helen hugged him fiercely.

"I didn't say I HAD good sense..." Al murmured.

They started a kiss that soon became a serious tongue duel. When that broke, Al leaned over and collected a mouthful of nipple to work over. Helen sighed and cradled his head initially, then began to wriggle and to caress everything she could touch on him in an effort to encourage further effort on his part. When Al had elicited the maximum amount of quivering attention from Helen's left nipple, he shifted to the right, bringing forth another moan of delight.

Helen couldn't hold still. Her nipples appeared to be connected to locations just inside the outer ring of her vagina, and it was driving her nuts. She began stroking Al's penis with her left hand, while caressing his back with her right, occasionally unconsciously dragging her nails across the smooth skin covering the rolling plain of flat musculature. Al swapped back and forth, maintaining the sensitivity of both of Helen's giant nipples, keeping them long, erect, and throbbing atop crinkled mounds of her quivering aureoles. Gasping and thrashing, Helen began to rub the helmet head of Al's cock against her clitoris, then slide it along the opening between her now distended lips.

Al took the hint and rolled onto Helen, bracing his upper body on his elbows. Once he was in position, Helen picked up both legs, bending at the knee and placing her feet flat on the mattress. Thus positioned, she positioned the head of Al's cock at her entrance, and moaned, "Now!" in an urgent whisper.

Big Al made the delivery, slowly sinking his cock into Helen's burning tunnel. Helen's eyes lost focus. "Ohhhhhhhhhmmmmmm..." she moaned, as she focused upon the sensations of being filled with cock flesh. Al contented himself with a sharp hiss as the rippling folds of her vagina sheathed him. There was no interference and he sank to the hilt in her well-lubricated passage in that first stroke. Once buried, he held himself still for a moment while they both savored the luxurious feel of their joining, then, sensing Helen's urgency, slowly began to stroke.

Initially, Helen tolerated the low speed attack, reveling in the ability to catalog sensations that it afforded. But soon more urgent needs manifested themselves, and Helen wrapped her legs around the backs of Big Al's thighs and began rising to his strokes, dictating a new, faster rhythm. Al obliged, and began long-stroking - withdrawing until the ring of muscle at Helen's vaginal opening captured his glans, then driving forward to the hilt. Helen continued to rise to meet him, gasping and moaning, rolling her head from side to side as the sensations overwhelmed her. She began to clutch with her legs as he reached the end of the out-stroke, adding impetus to the in-stroke that ended with him buried and bashing his pubic bone into her highly sensitized clitoris. Al again took the hint and began a series of pounding, trip-hammer strokes that smashed powerfully into and over her. Helen took a dozen of these before she could hear nothing but the blood roaring into her ears and began to feel the pull of the first wave of her climax. She dropped her feet back onto the bed and began to arch, moaning "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH... GOD!" Al adjusted for the minor change in position and continued to rain hammer blows upon her sex as she began to thrash, her eyes rolling. The wave broke, and Helen's vagina began wringing Al's cock, pulsating madly. Al found that he could not maintain the tempo against the vastly altered resistance; instead, he rode the waves of pulsations in and out, doing the best he could. This actually improved things for Helen, once again allowing her to experience the whole surface of his fleshy ram as various parts of her vagina clutched at him. The waves of contractions in her crotch were echoed by the waves of sensation washing over her overloaded nervous system as she was carried away by the force of her orgasm.

Al held out for a few moments, but the sensations and the excitement engendered by her orgasm were his undoing, and he exploded inside her, firing huge wads of semen at her cervix, moaning through his clenched teeth as his vision whited out.

After a moment, Helen collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Al with her at their joining. Al remained draped atop her, boneless, while he caught his breath. He kissed her and nuzzled her neck and shoulders until she nodded off, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp and drift off himself.



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Chapter 58: Sunday: Brown's


Marcus Brown awakened to discover his wife still absent. This was irritating, not least because he had a serious woody and the will to use it. What it portended was even more irritating - obviously, Dolores had not returned home! Marcus got up and threw a robe around himself, and ambled out into the living room, scratching distractedly at an old scar along his ribcage. What he found there only increased his perplexity: Padma was in the recliner, snoring lustily, and Dolores was stretched out on the couch under an afghan. Closer examination revealed that the limb count on the couch exceeded the number for one person - besides, Dolores didn't have large, hairy knuckles! Upon closer examination, Marcus discovered young Mr. Vincent, his face all but obscured by a covering of Dolores' flyaway hair. Marcus rose from his examination, crossed the room and manipulated his wife's shoulder. Padma snorted, and her eyes popped open. "What's goin' on here?" Marcus rumbled quietly.

Padma yawned. "I must have gone sleeping..."

"What're THEY up to? They come home on time?"

"They?" Padma looked at the couple on the couch, and chuckled quietly, "Yes, they were here on time - but then they necked on the porch for 15 minutes. I got tired of standing around waiting for them to finish, so..." She waved at the couch. "I went to sleeping... and I guess they never stopped."

Marcus grinned, "They stopped - but when? What's with the clothes on the floor?"

Padma's eyebrows rose. "I do not know..." She levered herself out of the recliner, wincing a bit, and tiptoed over to the couch. Gently grasping the afghan, she slowly pulled it back, revealing her daughter dressed only in panties, with her hand firmly imbedded in the fly of her boyfriend's shorts.

Marcus chuckled despite himself. The identity of the aggressor here was all too obvious; he couldn't fault Tim. Smirking, he turned on Padma. "This is YOUR influence!" he announced.

Padma's eyes danced as she gently replaced the afghan. "How so, Husband?"

Marcus leered, "When were you ever shy about grabbing a cock?"

Padma justified the accusation by reaching into Marcus' robe and grasping his gnarled member, smiling sunnily. Putting a finger to her lips, she whispered, "Shhh. I have an idea." Marcus shrugged, raising his eyebrows, so she led him across the room, using his semi-rigid cock as a handle. Arriving at the recliner, she occupied it and rotated it back, then opened her robe. "Now you can get to me, too," she announced in a whisper, and regained control of his cock. She directed it into her mouth and began to fellate him with the familiarity born of long practice. Reaching out, she grasped Marcus' right hand and placed it on her now exposed mons, leaving no doubt as to her desire.

Marcus began lubricating his index finger in the channel between her labia, marveling. This WAS a pretty convenient position! He caught Padma's eye and indicated the couple sleeping on the couch with his chin. "What about them?" he whispered.

Padma pulled her smiling lips from his now rigid, wet, and slick penis. "Makes it spicy, don't you think?" came the response, just before she again absorbed the first 7 inches of his cock, watching him with laughing eyes.

Marcus surrendered, smiling and nodding. It did, at that! He shifted his attention to the work of his right hand, inserting the now wetted finger into Padma's vagina and rotating his thumb on her clitoris. Padma spread her legs, propping her tiny feet on the recliner's seat to grant Marcus further access, which he took advantage of by inserting another finger in her moist opening.

Marcus' robe began sliding off his shoulders, interfering with his hand, so he stopped for a moment, extracted his hand, and let the robe drop to the floor. Then he returned his attention to Padma's cleft. Comfortable with each other from long practice, both began reaching for their own release, each relying on the other to maintain the necessary attentions to facilitate it.

Tim slowly swam up to consciousness, to low rumblings interspersed with liquid sounds - a combination that his brain couldn't quite place - but his cock could! He caressed Dolores' flank, causing her to arch a bit that way, and move her head slightly, withdrawing the curtain of her hair. After waiting a few moments for her to settle back down, he tentatively opened an eye.

The first sight he focused upon was a profile view of the rangy muscles of Mr. Brown's buttocks flexing as he drove several inches of his penis between Mrs. Brown's lips! Marcus was the source of the rumblings, and some of the liquid sounds as Padma obviously happily nodded over his member. The rest of the liquid sounds... were coming from the hand buried between the rounded cinnamon thighs of his soon-to-be mother-in-law, another sight that Tim's position on the couch afforded a ringside view of. Tim was amazed, and instantly aroused, causing his cock to begin to firm.

Marcus, his eyes locked with those of his wife, slipped a third finger into her now soaking vagina, feeling her hips begin to rock, and rumbled some more in reaction to the sensations Padma's lips and tongue were creating along the length of his penis. Padma continued to watch his eyes as she worked, gauging the depth of his arousal from the way his focus drifted inward and out.

The noise, Tim's motion, and the feel of the member growing in her hand brought Dolores to consciousness. She squeezed his member reflexively as it assumed its full proportions, then looked dreamily into his eyes - only to find him focused elsewhere. Turning her head and looking to her right she barely stifled a gasp! No wonder Tim was erect! Dolores was well aware that her parents enjoyed a rich sex life, and she had caught them at it on occasion - but this was the most blatant display she had ever witnessed! Dolores watched for a moment, as the juices began to flow in her vagina, then knelt, a look of determination on her face. Locking eyes with Tim, she grasped the waistband of his boxers. Tim lifted his hips, and one tug brought them below his knees. Dolores smiled as she began laving her delighted boyfriend's tumescent member with her tongue. Let her parents make a comment now! Both of the young people turned their attention to the older couple's activity.

Padma's hips were rolling steadily and she was breathing harshly through her nose as Marcus' experienced fingers worked their magic on her familiar trigger points. When he wasn't using it to steady himself against the back of the recliner, Marcus caressed her soft hair or rubbed her neck and shoulder, carefully NOT driving her mouth deeper onto his erection. As it was, the head of it was finding the ring at the opening of her throat on a regular basis, and he wanted her to be comfortable, knowing that she would take in as much as she could handle without further encouragement on his part. Marcus' gaze was totally without focus as he attempted to maintain the presence of mind to do a good job driving his hand in Padma's crotch in the face of the distraction caused by her buttery mouth on his cock. Hearing a slight rustle, Padma glanced toward the couch, goggled, and began to buck and thrash as the sight that greeted her eyes triggered a massive orgasm! The young couple was watching her and Marcus, rapt, while Dolores happily nodded over an erection every bit as large as her husband's! The salacious tremor that went through Padma as she discovered her audience caused the orgasm that Marcus had been teasing out of her clitoris and vagina with his rapidly moving hand to cascade over her like a flash flood bursting a dam! She bucked and thrashed, losing her footing against the seat cushion while constellations of stars flashed before her eyes, then, moaning, drove Marcus' cock halfway down her throat!

Marcus' eyes bulged and he erupted in a full throated roar as his glans became wedged in his wife's vibrating gullet. Orgasm came instantly, and he shot his first copious wad of spunk directly down her clutching throat. Padma pulled back for the second and succeeding shots, so that she could taste and swallow her husband's load in a more controlled manner. Guiltily, Marcus turned his eyes upon the young couple, certain that his outburst had awakened them - only to discover his daughter happily bobbing her head over her boyfriend's massive cock. As he locked eyes with Tim's wary ones, he shook his head ruefully. "Take her upstairs, and do whatever you've got to - I'd be a damned fool to say anything. But I don't hafta watch!" So saying, he circled to the front of the recliner, grabbed his diminutive wife's lax arms, and snapped her to him. Throwing her over his shoulder, he stalked off toward the master bedroom.

"Goody!" Dolores announced, backing off Tim. Reaching down, she scooped up the pile of their discarded clothing and turned toward the stairs, dragging Tim by the hand.



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Chapter 59: Sunday: Nellis'


The first day of the rest of Robert Nellis' life began with the novel sensation of something soft, warm, and wet engulfing his morning erection. The thought process that began with, 'This is one helluva wet dream!' rapidly brought him to the point of admitting to himself that he was too alert for it to be a dream, so... he opened his eyes. The dark blonde curls obscuring the face moving up and down his shaft were recognizably Marilyn's - but this was a distinctly un-Marilyn-like activity. The apparently totally nude body visible beyond the scene of the action also claimed to be Marilyn's... but in 20 odd years of marriage, Marilyn had NEVER awakened him with sexual activity. Perplexed, he rubbed his eyes, and rose up on his elbows to get a better look at the intruder. "Marilyn?"

The mouth came off his cock as she tilted her head up to look at him. "Merry," she responded. She hustled off the bed, arranging herself beside it, kneeling with her knees spread, head tucked below arms extended toward the bed, crossed at the wrist. "I submit myself, Master."

Robert frowned. The view was pleasant, but yesterday still rankled. "I'm in no mood for games," he declared, preparing to dismiss the whole thing.

"It's no game, Master. I submit - forever." Merry did not dare to look up.

Robert blinked. "Forever?"

Marilyn sighed. "Until my Master releases me. However, I submit without expectation of release."

Robert was shaking a bit. This was - scary. "Why?"

"I do not deserve to be free. I am vain, foolish, selfish. I do not know how to treat my Master properly as an equal. But I love my Master. If I submit, my Master has a free hand with which to punish and teach me. My Master can protect me from my foolishness, and punish my selfishness and vanity."

Robert mused aloud, "This is not the same as the little game that we have been playing. This will change both of out lives. You will be more - and less - than a wife, and I will become more than a husband. In fact, it nullifies some of our wedding vows. This state of affairs is not supported legally; I will have to take actions to protect myself from the legal system." Looking at Merry, Robert queried, "You realize that this is a dangerous step? That it makes me your only protector, and that I can choose NOT to protect you?" Merry looked up and nodded. Robert continued, "I'm not prepared for this. I cannot define the limits to which you can go, or to which I WILL go. Frankly, I'm scared for both of us: I'm scared that I'll ruin your life, and I'm scared that I'll succumb to temptation and become corrupt. You realize of course that I owe you some serious punishments, and that your prior trespasses cannot be ignored by me the way Master Rob did?"

"Yes, Master." Merry began to quake a bit.

"Okay. For the moment, I accept your submission. We're going to play things by ear for a while, so you will need to be flexible. I may change my policies with" a shark-like grin surfaced "'Master-like' capriciousness - which, now that I think about it, is good training for you." Waving his arm, he directed, "Climb up here, and finish what you started. Plan to awaken me similarly until further notice. Oh, and you will swallow unless and until I direct otherwise. In fact, I want you to hold the last mouthful in your mouth and show it to me until I direct you to swallow it!"

"Yes, Master." Merry climbed back onto the bed, kneeling over Robert's legs and again attacking his erection, which had flagged a bit. She was somewhat surprised to discover that his instructions regarding the handling of his come excited her a bit.

Robert relaxed into the sensations, murmuring, "You may have your work cut out for you - I'm going to be somewhat distracted, trying to lay out some ground rules." Merry locked eyes with him, and managed to nod. Robert settled back to enjoy the view. Merry was trim, at 5'6" she had just enough flesh on her to be delightfully curvaceous, and she was well toned for being in her mid-30's. The pinkish-brown nipples on her conical, 34B breasts highlighted her light-olive complexion. Gravity was winning the battle, but the amount of sag in them wasn't anything unsightly; in fact, in her current position, the gentle sway as she leaned forward into her work was quite arousing! Her position afforded a decent view of her furry pubic mound; the soft curls weren't THAT much darker in color that those on her head. Obviously, her regular trips to the beauty parlor hadn't gone THAT much to dye jobs... 

"It's all well and good that you have submitted to me here in private, and as far as I'm concerned, it's binding," Robert mused, "but we'll need to go public with a declaration in pretty clear terms - else it's your word against mine. A written document would probably also be a good idea, although its legality will be open to question. We'll probably want to do some kind of a draft - a 'binder', if you will, (he grinned at the pun) to be followed up by a document that is as tight legally as possible. To that end, I want you to discuss the matter with someone at the legal firm that employs you - and I DON'T want you to be too circumspect about it. I want whoever it is to KNOW that it's you you're talking about and be fully conversant in the details. I will want to consult with him or her over the final product. There will be some humiliation involved, but it will be good for you."

Merry was already humiliated. To have people at the law firm know she was a slave... No matter who she spoke to, it would be all over the firm 15 minutes after the discussion ended! She would never be able to look any of them in the eye again! Merry's eyes were round and damp with her humiliation, but she said nothing, and never missed a stroke on Robert's shaft. And, truth be told, contemplation of the situation her master was placing her in caused a damp flow in her vagina.

Robert regarded his slave, his poker face hiding both his enjoyment of inflicting the predicament upon her and his admiration at how well she took it. If she was committed to being this compliant as a slave, it was going to make his life as a master MUCH easier. Still, he needed to push her a bit more... "I've decided not to allow you to wear clothing around the house - except for a collar, or the odd bit of jewelry..." He watched her work her way through the implications.

Merry's mind was spinning a mile a minute. 'Naked? Around the children?' Merry steeled herself. 'Okay, I can handle that. But what about visitors? Strangers? Delivery people?' Then... 'A collar!?' Merry's eyes got big. Grasping for the proper procedure, she raised a hand, while continuing her ministrations.

Robert acknowledged it - barely. "You have a question?" Merry contrived to nod. "It will wait - I'm too close!" Robert responded as his hips escaped from his control and began thrusting his erection deeper into Merry's throat. Merry became preoccupied with coping with this evidence of his increased immediacy, trying to fit Robert's thrusts into her pattern in such a way as to avoid having an inch and a half of swollen cock jammed down her throat without backing off appreciably. She knew if she angered him that he would punish her - recent failures were foremost in the minds of them both.

As for Robert, he was in no mood to take it easy on her. For that matter, he fully intended to experience a 'deep throat' blowjob from her at some point - especially now that she had no say in the matter. If she took a hit now and then beforehand, so much the better - it would be valuable experience, if she showed the sense to treat it that way! Still, he was gentle as he took her head in his hands to guide her in ways to maximize his pleasure in the final moments before his ejaculation. And a habit of gentleness caused him NOT to ram his cock fully against the back of her throat as the dam burst. This was somewhat of an accomplishment as the onset of orgasm caused his eyes to go glassy as he temporarily lost 50 points of IQ while the sensations overrode conscious thought.

Unfortunately, these measures weren't enough for Merry's comfort. While the withdrawal saved her from choking under the direct pressure of his glans, the first blast of semen hit the back of her throat with some force, triggering her gag reflex. Merry got control, backed off until the ring of her lips held him at the flange of his glans, and dropped her chin, taking the second shot on her tongue. Mindful of Robert's instructions, she did not swallow until assured of another shot of cum, working to ensure that she could display a mouthful when he had finished. As he settled down, she cleaned him up and released him as he began to go flaccid. Then she opened her mouth, displaying the incipient snowball as instructed.

Robert was well pleased. Merry's performance was much improved over the previous days' effort, and the added spice of watching her mortified reactions to his mind games made it that much more enjoyable. Running his fingers fondly through her curls, he directed, "Go ahead and swallow. I've no further use for THIS load." After a moment, he continued, "You had a question?"

"Master, about the nudity at home: What about when visitors come? Or the cable guy? People like that?"

"No issues with the kids?"

"No, they'll understand."

"What about YOU? Do YOU understand?"

Merry frowned. "I'm not sure. It's punishment?"

Robert frowned back. "Not quite - or not exactly. It's a visible reminder of your status. A certain amount of humiliation is involved. This helps to impress your condition upon you - but it's not the only reason. Do you want me to state the other reason I'm humiliating you baldly?" He locked eyes with Merry.

Merry dropped her eyes, and blushed, "No, Master." 'Ohmigod! He knows!' flashed through her brain.

"To return to your question," Robert continued, "I don't know yet. We'll do this: You may keep a robe or housecoat near the front door. But you may NOT use it without my expressed permission."

"Master, some people might take my nudity as an invitation!"

"You will ask strangers for their identification before allowing them to enter the house. You will write this information down. If someone should show an inclination to take liberties with you, you will advise them that no enticement is intended, and you will inform them that I will seek legal redress on your behalf. You may call the police. You may call me. You may carry the telephone, so that you can be prepared to call for help. When you expect a service man, you may ask me for permission in advance to use the robe. But if I do not grant you permission, you will not wear it, and in a situation where you must answer the door and I am not available to provide you with guidance, you will do it nude. Do you understand?" Robert again held Merry's eyes. Merry sat frozen, her eyes huge, while possibilities unearthed by Robert flickered through her mind, generating quivers of fear. Robert waited a moment, then repeated himself, "Merry, do you understand?"

Merry licked dry lips, "Y-yes, Master."

"Good. Do you feel that this is a reasoned response?" Robert asked.

Merry visibly shelved her fear. She frowned for a moment, thinking. "Yes, Master," she responded.

Robert quirked an eyebrow. "I noticed that you have not asked me about your friends and acquaintances, or mine - or even the children's..."

Merry actually smiled, grimly, "No, Master - it was unnecessary. I know the answer."

Robert grinned back. "I will allow you to ask - only because it will introduce a sense of hope and anticipation, not because you may expect me to actually grant you permission under anything but the most unusual circumstances."

Merry's eyes danced. Robert was enjoying himself, and she was enjoying watching him do so - without regard for the consequences. "Master, there was some mention of a collar?"

Robert became pensive. "Yes. You are my property, and you will be properly marked as such at all times. We will get you a collar as soon as possible. We may look at something decorative with the appearance of jewelry at some point, but initially I'm afraid that it will probably be some variant upon a dog collar. I will carry a leash - the implications should be obvious, should you misbehave in public. I have some other thoughts on decorative jewelry... Were you aware that I like the look of ankle bracelets on a woman?"

"Only vaguely, Master. Foolish of me to be so unobservant," Merry replied. She sat there, straddling his waist, hands on her thighs, upright, her eyes bright and clear.

Robert was proud of her. And somewhat amazed; it was as if she had been emancipated, not crushed beneath the yoke. Here he was, dreaming up all manner of humiliation for her, and she just sat there, glowing. "Do you remember whether the little shop where we obtained our last collection of toys is open on Sunday? I'd like to get you properly outfitted..."

Merry pursed her lips in thought, "I think it opens at 12:00, Master."

"Good. We'll pop by sometime in the afternoon - but for now, breakfast?"

"Certainly, Master." Merry hopped up and preceded Robert down the hall. "Does Master have a menu preference?"

"Well, juice and coffee. Other than that, surprise me. I don't intend on dictating such things, aside from pointing out when something either succeeds or fails remarkably. Most domestic issues will continue to be handled by you without interference; however, there is the small matter of money - you don't have any."

They had reached the foot of the stairs. Merry turned, and looked up at Robert, quizzically. "Master?"

Robert was building a head of steam, "You have proven that you have no discretion where money is concerned - therefore, you will have no discretionary income. The proceeds from your work at the law firm accrue to me, to be disposed of as I see fit. I'm sure you will agree that this is in keeping with the parameters of our new relationship. Until further notice, any household expenditure over $20 must be cleared specifically with me." Merry's eyes were huge - he'd gotten to her, after all! "You will surrender your charge cards to me, for demolition." Merry opened her mouth, and Robert's tone became dangerous, "Yes?"

Merry's mouth clamped shut. "Nothing, Master."

Robert made shooing motions. "I want my coffee. Git!"

Merry got.



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Chapter 60: Breakfast at Nellis'


Ten minutes' time found Robert sitting at the table, staring pensively into his coffee cup as he tried to anticipate the next requirement of their new situation.

"Master?" Merry asked diffidently, "About the $20 thing..."

"Yes?" Obviously, from his tone, this was dangerous ground.

"I spend hundreds at the grocery store, regularly..."

"But individual items of food seldom cost $20. On the other hand, much of the ancillary crap that comes in the door does. I expect you to discover the difference between what we need and what you want - and I expect you to impart this lesson to our daughter! No DVDs, no clothing, no expensive 'stuff' that doesn't even get used - I will beat you if you leave me with the perception that you fail to understand. DO you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Good. Now, I think you need to go around and collect the family and their guests and determine what we're having for breakfast, don't you?" Robert went back to his coffee.

Merry found Dina and Bobby on the couch. "Dina, you were SUPPOSED to sleep in your room!"

Dina opened one eye. "S'Okay, Mum - we didn't..." The eye focused. "Uh..."

Merry looked down upon her daughter and smiled gently. "Get used to it, Dear - I bit the bullet. This will probably be the least of it."

Dina giggled. "Oh, boy, life is going to be interesting around here!"

Merry smiled, "Well, you predicted it!"

Bobby rolled over and opened his eyes, being careful not to dislodge Dina. "Good morning Mrs. N-n..." Speech petered out as he goggled at Dina's mother, standing in front of the couch stark naked!

"Good morning, Bobby," Merry smiled gently while contriving to ignore his loss of composure. "I'm trying to discover what everyone wants for breakfast. Any ideas?"

Dina's brow wrinkled momentarily. "Waffles," she announced.

Merry accepted this and turned to Bobby. "Bobby?"

Bobby tore his eyes from the visual feast, and replied, "Uh, yeah - that sounds good!"

Merry smiled benignly. "Fine. You two go get cleaned up. Dina, I may need help in the kitchen if your father decides to buck the current."

Dina directed an, "Okay, Mum," at her mother's departing back as Merry swayed out of the room. Turning her attention to Bobby, she announced, "So now you know what I'll look like in 20 years and after two children. Think it's a selling point?"

Bobby tore his eyes away from the sway of Merry's departing hips. "Uh, yeah! Like I needed to be further sold! What's up?"

"Mum and Pop have been redefining their relationship. They needed it, bad. Apparently, Mum sold herself into slavery this morning, and Pop told her she could do without clothes."

"She's gonna be like that ALL DAY?!"

Dina was unperturbed, "I'm thinking that it will be for the foreseeable future. Fortunately for us all, she's not hard to look at..."

"Huh! I'll say!" Bobby retorted.

"You must have died and gone to Heaven! How many naked women have you seen this week?" Dina teased.

"Four!" Bobby grinned. "And I'm NOT complaining!"

"Let's go get cleaned up."

Merry opened Rick's door and strode in. Mandi was sitting astride Rick, obviously impaled upon his erection, rolling her hips gently while he massaged both of her breasts. "Morning, Dears!"

Both froze, caught first by her surprise entrance, then by the picture she presented. Mandi began to scramble off Rick.

Merry stuck her hands out, "No, no, don't stop! That's why I walked right in! I knew that if I knocked, you two would be interrupted!"

Mandi settled back onto Rick, and resumed her motion, eyes locked with Merry, who smiled.

Rick reached back up and resumed mauling Mandi's nipples, while watching his mother's crinkle at the sight of their activity. "Yes, Mum?"

"I'm taking breakfast orders. Dina and Bobby have requested waffles. What would you like?"

Mandi grinned, "I've had breakfast!" licking her lips.

Merry grinned back, "So have I - but wouldn't you like some carbohydrates to go with your protein?" All three of them laughed.

Mandi continued moving. Her eyes were beginning to glaze, helped somewhat by the picture Merry presented. Waving at her dishabille, Mandi asked Merry, "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Merry nodded gravely. "I submitted permanently this morning. Robert hasn't beaten me - yet - but the iron fist has escaped the velvet glove a couple of times. I've escaped serious consequences by being VERY compliant, but it's a minefield out there." Turning her attention to Rick, she continued, "Dear, this is how your father has indicated he wants me to go around the house."

Sweat was beginning to bead on Rick's upper lip; Mandi was having an effect on his second hard-on of the morning, and the sight presented by his nude mother wasn't helping - or maybe it was, depending on your point of view. "Good for him! You've kept that hidden for too long! That's a helluva body!"

Merry blushed, "Hmmm. Yes. Well, back to breakfast?"

"A waffle might be okay, but I think I'd like an egg or two, too. Maybe some bacon," Rick replied.

"Okay. Eggs the usual way?" Merry asked.

"Yeah."

Mandi was working hard to stay with the conversation. "How is that? I'll need to know."

Merry smiled, "Over easy. What about you?"

"The same, I think. I - (gasp) - don't remember. Does that include - ooohhh - a waffle?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Okay." Mandi waved vaguely. The rotations had become a distinct bounce, and Mandi had no more attention for anyone but Rick.

Merry backed out, smiling. As the door closed behind her, Mandi cried "I need THIS over hard - NOW!" She dropped forward over Rick, who grabbed her to him and rolled until he was upright, then began stroking at a pace designed to sate their increased urgency.

Merry arrived downstairs somewhat flushed. As she entered the kitchen, Robert took in the breathlessness, the flush, the tight aureoles, and the elongated nipples. "Something up?"

Merry blushed. "Rick and Mandi were... engaged."

Merry's obvious arousal provided an opportunity that Robert decided not to pass up. "Come here," he directed, "and tell me about it." Merry came close, as directed. "Be graphic," he continued, locking eyes with her, "... and masturbate."

Merry blushed an even darker shade. "I-I can't! It'd be..."

"It'd be what I TOLD you to do!" Robert remonstrated firmly. He reached out and began teasing an erect nipple.

"O-Okay." Reveling in Robert's caress, Merry slipped a hand down to cup her pudenda, and began slowly sliding a finger along her nether lips from the bottom to the hood of her clitoris. She took a deep breath, soaking in the wicked sensations that her master had relieved her of the responsibility for seeking. "I heard noises outside the door, so I walked right in, figuring that if I knocked, they'd start scrambling around and stop what they were doing. Mandi - she's quite beautiful, you know? - was straddling Rick, facing him. When I came in, she was just rotating her hips, but I surprised her and she started to get up. It became obvious that she had been impaled on Rick's cock - he's quite well endowed, you know? She rose up as far as she could without moving her legs before I stopped her, and he was still inside!" Merry stopped to gasp. The flush was even more pronounced, and she had begun to tremble. Soft, liquid sounds were coming from the vicinity of the now puffy lips of her quim, where her hand was working furiously. Robert began enveloping her breasts with his hands, starting around the base and caressing toward the nipples, which he pulled and tweaked before starting again. "Uh, she settled back down, and they began to go at it again. Rick was mostly just lying there - ummmm - and Mandi was rotating her hips. I could see that seeing me was arousing for both of them. Ahhhh... I told them of my submission, and that you had instructed me to remain nude, and - uunh - Rick, bless his heart, approved, loudly. Ohhhh... We managed to work our way through the breakfast order, but it was a near thing for Mandi." Merry stopped and gasped. She was glassy-eyed, remembering the scene, while her hand blurred over her clitoris and Robert mauled her nipples. "She - uhh - stopped rotating and started moving up and down, and - ooh - obviously had little attention to spare. Rick - ahhh - was also losing his composure as I left them alone. Uhh - I - ooh - heard them flip over as I closed the door so Rick could start - eeee - stroking..."

Both of them had had enough. Robert surged out of his chair and directed, "Bend over the table!" Merry complied, and Robert rubbed the dripping head of his engorged cock along the open lips of her slit.

"Oh, please!" Merry whined, and Robert drove his erection into Merry in one long stroke. Such was Merry's level of excitement that the single stroke triggered her orgasm. "Waaah! Ogodogodogodogod! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Follow- on strokes just added to the joy. Robert was ruthless with her, but she was more than ready, eagerly driving back to meet his pounding strokes. They were quick - no more than 90 seconds elapsed before Robert collapsed over Merry's back, spewing spunk into her welcoming channel - but Merry was already on her second orgasm, the contractions from which had triggered Robert's final ascent. After a moment, Robert managed to pull her down, still impaled, to sit on his lap on a chair, relieving their shaky legs. Merry contrived to rotate 90 degrees, so as to sit across Robert's lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she bussed him firmly on the lips. "Thank you, Master! That was incredible!" she bubbled.

"It WAS quite a show!" declared Dina from the kitchen doorway. Merry and Robert looked up to find Dina and Bobby standing in the doorway. Dina was somewhat flushed, and Bobby had obviously forgotten the hand he had wrapped around her right breast under her nightie in his surprise at their deliberate exposure.

Merry blushed to the roots; Robert was apparently unperturbed. "Get used to it," he announced, "From here on out, I plan to take your mother whenever and wherever it pleases me - and having an audience adds a certain amount of spice to the act!" He stuck his tongue in Merry's ear, eliciting a squeal, then swatted her on the rump. "Up, Wench! Breakfast!" Merry collected herself, and headed for the bathroom, to be stopped by Robert's roar, "WhereintheHell are YOU going?"

Merry turned to face her master. "Um, I was going to clean up, Master," she responded tentatively, indicating the white dribble that had begun rolling down the inside of her left thigh.

"Hmph. I went to a lot of work to put that there. You can clean it up when it hits your ankle - or anything that jumps to the floor directly - otherwise leave it, for now. I find it mildly erotic."

"Kewl," Dina approved. "Mum cooking breakfast with cum running down her leg. How domestic!" Bobby nodded in agreement. His biggest fear was that he would cum just looking at her.

"Very well, Master." Merry turned toward the cooking area.

"Oh, and where hygiene allows, lick it up." Robert smiled like a shark

Merry considered for a moment, realized that he had already granted a certain amount of latitude with the hygiene clause, and resumed her duties.

Robert turned his attention to Dina and Bobby. "Bobby..." he murmured, staring pointedly at the hand still attached to Dina's right breast.

Bobby blushed and dropped the hand, but Dina took issue: "Give it up, Pop. Bobby's on short numbers for having ALL of me!" At Bobby's start of surprise, she smiled, "You proved yourself some time back, Sweetie. I'm gonna keep ya!"

Bobby let out a war whoop, and gathered Dina into his arms for a big kiss. Robert just shook his head. Hurricane Dina had struck again.

Robert was shaken from his reverie by the distinctive sound of bacon frying. "Merry!"

"Yes, Master?" Merry turned from the stove to regard him.

"In the kitchen, you may wear whatever amount of apron you can find to provide adequate protection while cooking. You are specifically authorized to make the purchase. I don't want to see burns on those pretty tits!"

Merry smiled, "Yes, Master!"

"It comes off when you leave the kitchen!" Robert warned.

"Certainly, Master." The smile remained.

At that point, Rick and Mandi entered the room, both bearing a look of satisfaction. Mandi was as gloriously nude as Merry; at Robert's raised eyebrow, Rick waved at Merry, and responded, "It seemed only fair."

Dina pouted and whined, "At this rate, I'm gonna have to go nekkid to get any attention around here!"

Mandi moved to assist Merry with the cooking. After a moment, Merry turned to Mandi and asked conspiratorially, "Everything go all right?"

"Mmmm, just fine!" Mandi replied, smiling. A companionable silence ensued for a few moments, then Mandi murmured, "M - Merry, is it?" Merry nodded. "You're leaking," she continued, watching a fat white drop slide down the inside of Merry's left thigh.

"We got in a bit, too," Merry replied, grinning. "My Master forbids me to just wipe up after, but he says I can lick it up..."

"Allow me!" Mandi bent, collected the runaway juices on a finger, and presented it to Merry, who sucked in the finger as if it were a miniature cock.

"Thanks!" Merry said, and the pair giggled conspiratorially. Merry shot a glance at Robert, who had caught the byplay and was grinning approval.

Breakfast, other than the unaccustomed display of feminine flesh, was relatively normal. However, as Dina and Bobby began to drift from the table, Robert stood and cleared his throat. "Excuse, me - I need everyone's attention for a moment. As I'm sure you're all aware, relationships have changed this morning. Because the legal ramifications of this change are dubious, I feel the need to have Merry declare her status publicly to as many witnesses as possible, for both our protection." He looked around, ensuring their collective attention. "Merry?"

Merry sank to a kneeling position with her knees spread, facing at an angle that allowed her to see both her audience at the table and her standing husband/master. She reached behind herself, capturing one wrist in the other hand, forcing a vertical position with her breasts presented, and looked toward her audience. "I am slave," she announced. "This morning I submitted myself to my Master," turning the attention to Robert, "and I am his until he disposes of me in some manner. I have no possessions. My body and the fruits of my labors belong to my Master, and his word is my law. I renounce all rights I might have to terminate this situation - it will end if and when my Master sees fit, or I die."

Everyone sat quietly for a moment, then a smattering of applause broke out.

Robert began laying out the ground rules. "Merry is MY slave; she is NOT yours!" he announced. "As for you two," picking out Rick and Dina with his eyes, "she is still your mother and will be treated with the proper respect and obedience. Any deviations from this pattern will be directed or approved by ME! No one is to take advantage of Merry's peculiar situation without my approval. Merry will remain nude at home, because I enjoy seeing it. While I don't intend to interfere with your social life, parading your friends through here just for a thrill is frowned upon. That doesn't mean you cannot bring friends home, just operate normally - no peep shows! If anyone is to make a buck off of the situation, it will be ME! Understood?"

Catching the eyes of his two children, he got solemn nods from both, then continued, "Dina, this is going to cut into your lifestyle somewhat. I have given Merry some strict spending guidelines, and they also apply to expenditures on your behalf. What I am saying to you is that if you wrap your mother around your little finger over some expensive doodad, and she breaks those rules she will be punished, and it will be YOUR FAULT. Do you understand?" Robert glared at Dina for a moment, and she attempted - but failed - to look properly contrite. "Hmph, I see that you don't. Very well." Robert left the room for a moment, then returned. What he was carrying when he did wasn't really recognized until he used it to deliver a resounding whack to the top of the dining table. Everybody jumped about a foot, and Robert got everyone's attention, instantly. He brandished the whip, which appeared to be something resembling a riding crop, and looked significantly at Dina. "When I said that your mother would be punished, I meant that she would be beaten - severely - NOT given a 'good talking to'. NOW do you understand?"

Dina's eyes got as big as saucers, and she regarded her father with new respect. "Yes, Sir."

Merry's eyes were also huge, and in a moment she began to shake. Robert turned and regarded her, speaking gently, "Merry, thus far you have been extremely compliant, and I am extremely pleased with you. However, at some point, you are going to make a mistake. You will balk, or disobey, or exceed your station. And you will meet with this..." Gently, he drew the fringed end of the whip across her breasts.

Stark terror awoke in Merry. Her nipples awoke to the whip's caress with apparent arousal, but they were errant traitors. Merry's mother and father had been of the old school, and Merry had been a stubborn child. There hadn't been that many occasions when they resorted to corporal punishment, but they had been memorable. Merry knew pain. Her father's favorite instrument had been a thin, flexible switch freshly removed from a living tree, which inflicted incredible pain and left vicious welts across her bare bottom and upper thighs. Those memories surged to the fore, and with them came the serious resolve to do ANYTHING to avoid punishment.

Robert continued in the same gentle tone, "Would you prefer an object lesson - something to remember when contemplating disobedience?" This might sound crueler than it actually was; Robert didn't know of Merry's experience, and thought that it might really be instructive.

"N-!" Merry didn't finish the word - intelligence won out over her terror. Taking a deep breath and composing herself, she delivered a more schooled response, "M-master will do as he pleases - but this slave has been beaten before. She begs her master to consider the lesson to be - unnecessary." Merry then broke position - in order to wrap both arms around Robert's ankle and lay her head upon it.

Robert considered, then: "Since you phrased it so adroitly, I will accede to your request. I am unsure, however, that I am doing you any favors. For while you may remember pain, you as yet have no respect for me, and have no idea what punishment I can and will deliver. Well, experience is a great teacher." Producing a small, bound book of blank, lined paper, he continued, "This is your punishment book. You are to be able to lay hands on it at a moment's notice. In it will be annotated the list of your transgressions that occur between punishment sessions. Then, at the next session, we will total them up and 'reconcile' to the book. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." The fear was back. Now Merry KNEW that the whip was going to be impossible to avoid.

"Position!" Merry snapped upright. Robert handed her the book. "Here it is. You may wish to - decorate it, or something. Remember, while you normally will find it inconvenient to carry it, you must be able to lay hands upon it at a moment's notice. Failure to be able to do so will incur its OWN punishment! Initially, you may hand write your declaration of submission in it, until we can obtain a document with more legal validity."

"Master, may a slave acquire a writing utensil?" Merry was obsequious in the extreme.

Robert grinned. "Certainly. Ensure that it is filled with ink. While I may write in your punishment book in pencil, your entries must always be in ink. I recommend that you keep one of each with your punishment book - it might save you pain. Go! Quickly!" Merry ran.

Mandi had sunk unconsciously into the ready position during Robert's period of instruction. "Wow!" she breathed, into the silence.

Rick whirled. "You said something?" he demanded, severely - then grinned.

Mandi grinned back. "Your Dad's incredible. I get wet listening to him!"

"Merry has other needs - doesn't she?" Rick inquired.

"Yes..." Mandi reflected. "Still, if you should ever feel the need..."

"You'll feel the lash," Rick agreed. "I like the punishment book idea - I may get you one."

Dina wisely kept her silence. Bobby took mental notes.



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Chapter 61: Sunday morning: Giannelli's


At a bit after 6:00 a.m., Big Al awoke to find himself spooned up to Helen with his morning erection nestled between the soft, ample cheeks of her ass - which was about as fine a place as he could hope for it to be, he decided. Still, he was feeling some urgency, so he extracted it, got up, stretched widely, and ambled off down the hall to drain it of the excess fluids his bladder had stored overnight.

The disturbance and the lack of his presence caused Helen to awaken. Once again, she was inclined to be philosophical about it - Al had worked hard over her the night before, and if he had awakened and suddenly realized what he was doing, she had gotten a memorable night out of it. When Al wandered back in a couple of minutes later, yawning and scratching, draped himself across her, took a nipple in his mouth and began softly nursing in it, she hid her surprise, wrapped her arms around his wide back, and closed her eyes. Soon, they were both again asleep.

Something, probably Al thumping around, caused Eddie's eyes to pop open. Once conscious, he was quickly uncomfortable. The couch, in its current configuration, wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, and although Denise's state of boneless collapse above him was pleasant in itself, it was unaccustomed, and that much more weight driving him into the couch. Add a full bladder... Eddie began to extract himself, as gently as possible, but it was far too much to expect for Denise not to awaken.

"Morning, Lover," she yawned, "Going somewhere?"

"Gotta pee." Eddie was somewhat embarrassed, as he padded off to the bathroom. Denise sat on the couch, rubbing bleary eyes, when he returned.

"Hon, why don't you go on upstairs to bed. I'll hang out here until Tim remembers he has a brother." He stretched, trying to work the kinks out of his back.

Denise slid her arms around him. "Uh uh. You come upstairs, too. That couch is killing you. We can stretch out together and get comfortable. Besides, it'll be a first! I'm about out of cherries, but you'll be the first I brought home to bed!"

"What'll your mom say?"

"Nothing. She told me the other day that she'd be happier if I had my fun at home..."

Eddie was skeptical, but he let Denise drag him upstairs by the hand. The room had a four-poster, and the usual assortment of dollies, and stuffed animals perched here and there. It was decorative clutter, however; Helen had strict rules about cleanliness, and had somehow been able to impress them upon BOTH of her daughters. Eddie made to lie upon the blanket, fully dressed.

"No!" Denise stamped her foot. "We're gonna be comfortable! You shuck down to your shorts, and slide under the covers. I'll be right back!"

"But Denise!" She ignored him as she entered the bathroom, having dragged a nightie out of a drawer. Eddie shrugged, and did as instructed.

After a moment, Denise returned, wearing a short, translucent, baby- doll nightie with matching frilly panties. Eddie erupted. "NO! That's not fair! No way! I'd have to be dead and in the ground to keep my hands off you!"

Denise smiled wryly. "This ceased to be a normal date a long time ago, Eddie. I release you from your promise, and I won't hold it against you if we do anything."

Eddie shook his head. "I don't release me! You need to know the difference between love and sex - and you won't learn that I know the difference if we have sex on the first date, no matter WHAT the circumstances!"

Denise nodded soberly. "Okay, Eddie." Digging in her drawers, she came up with another outfit. "I'll be back."

Eddie seriously considered dressing and running out - but he couldn't get a grip on the implications for their relationship. He was still working on it when Denise returned, this time in a pair of long-sleeved silky pajamas. Her nipples still poked the fabric of the top, but they were opaque, and the long-legged bottoms seemed to limit access. "Better?" she asked.

"I don't know if 'better' really defines it, but I should be able to control myself," Eddie growled.

Denise smiled, "Well, it's a sacrifice for me, too. I usually sleep nude."

Eddie rubbed his face with both hands while he tried to dispel the image she called up. "Thanks for sharing that," he murmured, employing a little mild sarcasm.

Denise slid under the covers and rolled over to face Eddie. Caressing his cheek, she murmured, "I'm serious, Honey. The test is over. We're in extra innings. If you wanna play, no harm, no foul."

"No." Eddie's voice was firm if his body was shaky. "I want you to be able to look back on tonight and be clear about what we did and didn't do, and why - no excuses. 'Well, he coulda, but... ' doesn't cut it." Then he groaned, "But I gotta kiss you some more..."

Denise flowed into his arms. They kissed for some time, concentrating on that, rather than using it as a tool to prepare them for anything else. Eventually, both relaxed, and they drifted off. An hour or so later, Eddie awakened to find Denise spooned against him, her soft breasts pressed against his back. He captured the hand draped loosely over his hip and pressed it to his chest. Denise murmured in her sleep and settled back down, and he returned to sleep.

When Al reawakened at 8:30, urination was not the use for his penis that he had in mind. Helen awoke from a dream that she was wrestling with an octopus that knew all of her erogenous zones to the discovery that Al apparently had eight arms. Pleased with this discovery, she went to work to give as good as she got. When the phone rang at 9:00, they were well into warmup; Al had her flushed and quivering all over. "Damn!" she cursed, but rolled over and knelt across the bed to pick up the phone.

"Helen? It's Flossie," came through the earpiece.

"Hi, Flossie. What's up?" Helen suspected what was coming from that quarter; what she didn't expect was the action behind her. Looking in the bureau mirror, she detected Big Al kneeling up behind her upraised ass. She tried waving him off as he began running the head of his cock along the wet channel between her wet nether lips. But Al ignored her, and - damn, it felt good!

"Minnie's sick and can't come in. I could call Jean - she loves overtime - but I figured I should give you the opportunity to put in 40 hours first."

"Sorry, Flossie, I can't. I've got c-UHH-mpany." The grunt was the result of Al sheathing his cock in her well-lubricated pussy.

Flossie blinked. Helen never turned down a shift. And... "Honey, you sound funny. You OK?"

"Ohhhh... Yesss..." Helen was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on the conversation. Looking up in the mirror, she could see Al grinning from ear to ear as he began to drive into her with solid strokes.

Flossie began to see the light. "Honey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were doing the nasty while you're talking to me!" On impulse, she reached down and clicked the record button on the tape recorder they used to record phone orders.

Helen lowered her elbows so that she could rest her upper torso on the bed, stabilizing her huge breasts and providing Al a stable platform to drive against. The change in position had the additional benefit of increasing Al's contact with her clitoris. "You... don't... ummm... know... better. Ooohhh!"

Flossie grinned from ear to ear. "Is that big bear that was in here yesterday there?"

"Ummm... huh!"

"Are you doing what I THINK you're doing?" Flossie was getting hot just listening.

"Uh huh!"

"What position?"

"D-doggy... style." Helen was trying to time her responses to periods when she had breath - usually on the in stroke. Every word was forceful, most with a grunting undertone.

Flossie giggled. "Is he good?"

"UH HUH!!"

Flossie was fascinated. "Gimme details, girl!"

Helen gave up. There was no way she could maintain the conversation. She waved the phone behind her at Al. "Flossie," she gasped, "Wants details."

Al took the phone and pondered for a moment. Holding the phone kept him from holding both of Helen's generous hips. He settled for pressing one hand into the small of her back to hold her in place. "Hullo?"

'Holy shit!' Flossie thought, 'this gets better and better!' "So, who is this?"

Al frowned. "Name's Al. Why?"

"I wanted to put a name to the face. You the big guy who was in yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"You takin' good care of Helen?"

"I think so. She seems to agree..."

"Were you two doin' it when she answered the phone?"

"Naw," Al grinned. "Fool woman knelt across the bed to pick up. Presented me with TWO targets. I couldn't resist, and she was already wet, so..." Al picked up the pace, eliciting a pattern of wet, slapping noises that carried through the phone, leaving no doubt as to the pace of the action.

Flossie was captivated. "Can I talk to Helen again?"

Al regarded Helen critically via the mirror. "Wouldn't do much good. She's got that glassy-eyed look - I figure she's getting close." Moments later, he continued, increased effort detectable in his voice, "Yep, she's starting to lock up..." There was a raspy chuckle, then Al continued in a singsong voice, "I'm sorry, Helen can't come to the phone..."

Helen chose this moment to give voice to the joy of her orgasm, "Oh God ohgodohgodohgod... AiiieeeEEEEE!!!!"

Al held out the phone, so that Helen's outburst could be captured for posterity, then roared into it, "... 'cause she's cumming all over ME! Jeezus! What a grip that pussy's got!" After a few moments, he wheezed, "Gotta go now, I need both hands to push her through to the second cumming - I'm not done yet!" and clicked off the receiver.

Flossie was blushing furiously, and highly aroused. This had to be the most graphic sexual situation that she had ever witnessed outside her own bedroom. "Man, that was hot! I'm gonna tear Fred up tonight!"

Gina came up. "Is Helen coming in?" Looking Flossie over, she continued, "What's with you?"

Flossie grinned. "The answers are 'No' and 'Listen to this!'" She rewound the tape and played it for Gina, who must have exclaimed "Ohmigawd!" a dozen times in the next two minutes, her eyes as big as saucers. When it was over, they were both grinning like fiends, as well as the other three waitresses, who had wandered in at various points during the playback. "Guess I'd better call Jean," Flossie hazarded.

Jean Evans took the call in her living room, "Hello?"

"Hi Jean, its Flossie."

"Hi, Flossie." Jean's husband, Alonso, looked up. Hours at his job had been pretty weak lately - Jean was practically the primary breadwinner. A weekend call-in would suck, but they could use the money.

"Hey, are you available? Minnie called in sick."

Jean checked Alonso with her eyes; he nodded. "Yeah." Then she stopped: "What about Helen - isn't she short this week?"

Flossie's amusement bled through the connection. "Yeah," she chuckled, "but she passed it up. Seems her new boyfriend is putting her through her paces."

"Huh? Hold it a minute. Boyfriend? Our Helen? Invisible Helen, the shy Amazon?"

"Uh huh." More amusement.

"You seen this alleged boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Big guy. Came to dinner yesterday. Helen came in for the evening shift with a glow on, then this guy pops in about six. I know he kissed her in the booth, and I'm pretty sure I caught him grabbing a handful of tit."

Jean grinned. "Okay, so he exists. Doesn't mean she's giving him any, glow or no glow."

Flossie laughed out loud. "He's givin' it, an' she's gettin' it. No doubt about it - I've got evidence."

"Huh?"

"When you come in, I gotta tape to play for ya. You're gonna cream your panties. I did!" Flossie hung up.



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Chapter 62: Giannelli's


Helen's scream of joy brought both Denise and Eddie bolt upright in bed. They shared a look and dashed down the hall. Through the open door, they beheld Big Al, steadily pushing Helen toward her second climax of the morning, eight inches at a time. The distracted look of joy and lust on Helen's face spoke volumes; one look told them that she was in no danger of anything but sensory overload. They withdrew, snickering.

"Momma's a screamer, huh?" Eddie observed, grinning.

"Not usually. Old Man McCormick must have a helluva cock!" Denise replied.

"Hold it! That's Bobby McCormick's dad?" Eddie was nonplussed.

"Yeah. He came to pick Bobby up when his car croaked Friday night, and it was lust at first sight. Gawd! There's a distinct possibility that I'll end up with Bigmouth Bobby McCormick as a stepbrother!" Denise started out grinning, and ended up appalled.

They reached the bedroom, and plopped on the bed. Eddie sat for a moment, considering, and announced, "I won't be able to go back to sleep. Think we can wangle a breakfast? Maybe some coffee?"

"Sure." Denise was a bit stung until he reached across and gathered her in for a big kiss.

Eddie released her and reached for his pants. "I've still got to survive this date without sampling your abundant charms!" he announced, grinning. "Don't worry, next time I won't leave without putting lip prints on your titties - I promise!"

"Wait'll you see what I put lip prints on!" Denise declared under her breath while collecting an outfit from her dresser.

The couple settled into a nice breakfast, the smell of which teased the older generation downstairs about 9:30. A deeply apologetic Tim came to collect Eddie at 10:30, and they went off to suffer the wrath of the elder Vincents. As they waved goodbye from the porch, Helen asked Denise, "So, how was your date, Dear?"

Denise looked thoughtful. "Well, Momma, it was less that it could have been - and a whole lot more than I expected!"

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Eddie played by the rules - long after things changed to the point that he no longer had to. And he made me wish he hadn't."

"Really? He sounds talented."

"He is. We cuddled and necked on the couch until we both fell asleep - and I don't think he did as much as brush a nipple! I kept waiting for him to attack my body - and instead he attacked me here," Denise pointed to her head, "and here!" she pointed to her heart.

"Got to you, did he?" Helen chuckled.

"I guess! I was busy watching the back door, waiting for him to grow tentacles, and he came right in the front. He was all soft kisses and softer hands, and he made me feel incredible! This morning, we woke up all broken and distorted on the couch, so I took him upstairs to bed. I told him in no uncertain terms that the test was over and he'd passed, and he could shake the handcuffs, and he told me that he didn't want me to remember that we COULD have stuck to the game plan, but that we DID - and he wouldn't touch me!" Denise stared off into space for a moment, and announced, "Frankly, I'm blown away!"

"I hate to bring up this possibility, Dear, but could it be he doesn't want you?" Helen asked gently.

Denise considered, briefly. "No, Momma - I don't think so. He warned me that next time, the kid gloved come off. If I'm reading him right, this was the 'PG' date. Next date will be 'R', and he'll wait for number 3 before we have sex. That's kind of conventional, isn't it?"

Helen nodded. "Very. What are your plans?"

Denise smiled. "If he continues as he is, I'm gonna try to hold out until date number three, then I'm gonna turn him every which way but loose!"

Helen nodded sagely. "Sounds like a plan." She turned and went inside. HER man was reclining on the couch, impatiently awaiting her return!



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Chapter 63: Various adjustments in wardrobe


Lunchtime came and went at the Nellis', and aside from the fact that two of the three women present were nude, nothing too amazing went on. Mandi checked in with Helen by phone, being reluctant to leave Rick, and Helen, deeply engaged with her own man for the first time in several years, was sympathetic; they set a return timeframe for the evening. Dina went up to her room to work on her neglected homework, largely in an effort to spare the two other women the embarrassment of being nude while she wasn't. The other four sat in the living room - the women kneeling in the ready position - ostensibly watching football.

Robert was doing some serious thinking with something to distract his eye BESIDES Merry. Their situation required more definition and clearer rules, and it would be better if he made no mistakes in the process of implementing them. Despite appearances, he was well aware that Merry's slavery was as much for her benefit as it was his, which meant that it was HIS responsibility to see to it that she got what she needed from the relationship. He was also patently aware that he had not exerted much in the way of physical domination over her, and that there were consequences if he did not earn her fear and respect in that manner, soon. The fact that she had somehow managed to make only incredibly minor mistakes in assuming her role had left him with the choice of being an absolutely uncompromising martinet or not having valid reasons to punish her. He decided reluctantly that the next infraction - however small - could not be overlooked.

Merry was viewing her lot with some complacency. Being nude in the house wasn't too terribly difficult, and it had led to some incredible spontaneous sex - masturbating in public and being taken on the kitchen table was just... nasty. She shivered, remembering. And the way that Bobby and Rick (her own son!) had looked at her... She blushed in remembered embarrassment, while her nipples simultaneously erected. Besides, Robert's bark was apparently worse than his bite... Merry smiled, thinking, 'In three weeks, he'll be the servant and I'll be the master, whether I run around the house naked or not. After I've made him (us!) happy a few times, these ridiculous restrictions will go the way of the dodo... ' Besides, she apparently had this thing down pat - he couldn't punish her if she did nothing wrong.

Mandi had knelt up between Rick's knees in front of the couch. Rick was sitting forward so that he could comfortably caress her breasts, and she was reveling in the attention. Mandi was watching Merry out of the corner of her eye, however, and the play of expression on her face gave birth to a nagging suspicion. Leaning back, she collected a kiss from Rick, then murmured quietly, "Love? Merry thinks she's getting away with something..."

Rick accepted the information with a tight nod. "Pop will take care of it. If it goes too long, I'll mention it, but..." He kissed her again.

"Okay. Should I warn her?"

Rick's eyebrow arched. "That she's fucking up? No. Some lessons should be taught the hard way. Only the fact that she's been doing so well has shielded her thus far - and she doesn't realize she's leading a charmed life. If you tell her, she'll adjust and then get overconfident and it'll be that much worse when she slips later."

The couple settled back to their original activity, the sound of the TV having covered their conversation.

At about 1:30, Robert stirred himself. "Merry," he announced, "it's time to go shopping." He frowned. "I guess you should dress - but I'm not sure your wardrobe supports your new station."

"Master?"

"I want you to be pleasing to the male eye, at least. You should be decorative, as well as useful, and your current wardrobe is a bit mannish for my tastes. Let's go upstairs and have a look."

They went upstairs, and on arrival, Robert began rummaging in Merry's (Marilyn's) closet. He came up with a dozen or so pantsuits on hangers - virtually Marilyn's complete business wardrobe. "Here, take these. They don't belong here, unless you can come up with a compelling reason otherwise?"

Merry, staggering under the load, started thinking quickly. "Uh, Master, law offices tend to be a highly formal setting..."

Robert's eyebrow went up, "And you can't wear skirts?"

"Y-yes, Master - but they would still need to be within some somewhat strict guidelines..." Merry was trying to prepare a fallback position that would keep her from appearing at the office in spandex and miniskirts - but, of course, Robert saw through it.

"You will provide me with a document detailing your place of employment's dress code. If such a document does not exist, you will formally request its creation." Robert directed.

Merry murmured, "Oh, Hell..." under her breath. Her face revealed her discomfort with this most recent directive.

Robert pounced. "You said something? You have a problem with this instruction?"

Merry bucked up. "No, Master. Not at all, Master."

"Good. In the meantime, you WILL wear skirts. And I will personally approve your working outfits until this issue is resolved. Do you understand?" He turned back to her closet and began pawing through her blouses, most of which were high-necked. After a moment, he stopped. Without turning, he said softly, "I said, 'Do you understand'?"

Merry jerked. "Yes, Master! Sorry, Master - I thought you were being rhetorical!"

"I recommend that you assume otherwise, without specific direction."

"Yes, Master. Uh, Master? May a slave speak?"

"Yes?" Robert knew enough to be dubious out of the box.

"Replacing this wardrobe will be expensive, Master..."

"And items available at the local Z-Mart won't do, I suppose?" Robert inquired sarcastically.

"Uh - This slave believes that such a choice might cause her appearance to reflect poorly upon her master."

"Hmmph. You're pretty slippery when you want to be, aren't you?" Robert grunted.

"And, Master, supervising such buys might mean long, boring waits outside the fitting rooms in women's clothing stores..."

Robert grimaced, then grinned. "I have two solutions for that. The first is simple: I'll wait INSIDE the fitting room - that way you can entertain me with your antics. As to the second: DINA!!!"

"Yes, Pop?" Dina had actually been in the hallway, watching the byplay and grinning, rather than in her room - but she'd never admit it.

"That was quick. Since your tastes run much closer to my proposed standard for your mother's wardrobe than the contents of this closet, I may ask you from time to time to accompany her and keep her properly within her bounds," Robert announced.

"Sure, Pop. You're looking for something a lot more revealing?"

"Just exactly. Merry's assets should be on display to the maximum extent that the social situation she finds herself in allows."

Merry looked from her husband/master to her daughter, who was grinning toothily. She remembered the escapade that started all of this LAST Sunday. Obviously, it would do no good to look for support from THAT direction!

Detecting Dina's obvious pleasure, he admonished her, "The instructions that I provided about expenditures still apply. I don't want you using your veto power over your mother's wardrobe to get her in trouble." This statement was carefully constructed to engender pleasure in Dina and dismay in Merry, and it achieved its purpose admirably. The phrase 'veto power' hurtled through both their minds like a shot - but it appeared to emanate from Dina and impact upon Merry. Both knew that there would be no mercy.

Robert shooed Dina off, and continued digging through the closet, grumbling about a crusade to banish cleavage. He manhandled an armload of high-necked blouses out of the closet and tossed it on the bed, grumbling. At this point, the closet was virtually defenestrated, so he turned his attention to Merry's bureau. Fishing out a very businesslike pair of womens' cotton full-coverage panties, he grimaced and announced, "Frankly, I don't see any future use for ANY of this crap - but we'll wait and see." Holding the panties up, he murmured, "Maybe these will make good shop rags..." Brassieres, Robert left alone - but he systematically destroyed virtually every pair of panties in the drawer. Merry added the armload of pantsuits to the pile on the bed and settled into the ready position. Obviously, the rampage was in full swing, and any attempt to prevent it would only make things worse. When Robert stumbled upon the pale pink teddy that Merry had purchased during the outing on Wednesday, he regarded his wife/slave with raised eyebrows. "When was I going to see this?"

"When Master tired of seeing me naked," Merry replied obsequiously. "I was advised that such a time would come, sooner or later."

Robert nodded thoughtfully. "I prefer black - perhaps a bit of red trim. I prefer it that your outfits indicate that you understand the nature of your sexuality. I'm extremely happy that you are not a virgin - I'd rather you looked sensual rather than virginal." Nonetheless, he laid it carefully on the pile of items going back into the drawer. When he finished, he announced, "I have left you a few items, most of whose utility is questionable to me. Until I determine otherwise, underclothing of any type will be worn only with my expressed approval. Do you understand?"

Merry had learned from the previous run-in. "Yes, Master."

Having dug through all of the obvious locations, Robert glanced up, frustrated. "Don't you have any casual wear?"

"There are some blouses, shorts, and slacks on the closet shelves, Master," Merry offered.

And so there was - and Robert didn't like ANY of them. "Don't you have any casual skirts?"

"Uh, no Master. Culottes?" Merry offered.

Robert, displaying his irritation, approached Merry. "Stand up!" he snapped. "Legs just beyond shoulder width!" He took his middle finger and ran it up and down her slit, opening the labia, then inserted it in her vagina. "Do you have any casual wear that will provide this kind of access?" he demanded.

Merry became extremely flustered at this treatment. "Uh, no, I'm afraid not, Master."

"I figured as much. DINA!!"

Robert waited to remove his hand until AFTER Dina's arrival. "Yes, Pop?"

"Your mother has been obscuring herself for so long that her wardrobe supports nothing else. Can you lend her an outfit to wear on a casual trip to an adult novelty store?"

"You mean a sex shop, Pop?"

"Precisely. Obviously, it's not a fancy dress occasion."

Merry piped up, "I'm bigger than Dina!"

Dina eyed her, "True, but not that much. You've got me by maybe 2 inches in the hips and 2 in the waist - and a cup size... our difference in height doesn't play much into it."

Robert interjected, "A tube top and a skirt with an elastic waistband should be pretty forgiving..."

"So's spandex, Pop."

"Stick with something pleated. Ten minutes?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, we can make that - without makeup."

"Okay."

"C'mon, Mum. Time to change your stripes." Dina led Merry out.

Robert stopped them with a shout. "Hey Dina! Any ideas what we can do with THIS crap?" he asked, indicating the pile of clothing on the bed.

"Goodwill? If Mum could sew, she MIGHT be able to make a silk purse out of those sow's ears, but..."

"What about the blouses?"

"Cheaper to buy new." Dina shook her head.

"Okay. Merry, dump 'em," Robert walked out.

Merry collected a double armful. "Uh, Dina?"

"Oh, all right." Dina submitted with ill grace, gathering the remainder.

Ten minutes later, the pair appeared in the living room, Merry dressed in a mildly faded red tube top over a short jean skirt and 3 inch heels. Robert took one look and directed, "Flats. Thin strap sandals. I saw 'em in the closet." Merry bobbed her head and headed upstairs, returning in the flats. Robert nodded approval. "Neither your feet nor your calves require heels to look good. Working slaves wear sensible shoes. Let's go." He turned and strode out.

Merry started after him, stopped, said "Oh!", collected her punishment book, and ran out.



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Chapter 64: The shopping trip


The Sex Shoppe sat back a bit from the road, behind a small parking lot with 4 or 5 cars in it. It had all of the usual signs (No one under 18 admitted, etc.) but the display windows were more romantic than lurid. Inside, the shop was clean and upscale, with several areas laid out for specific interests. Two clerks, one male and one female, tended the counter. A curtain at the back obscured a darker area that apparently contained peep booths.

The female clerk picked up on Merry's presence and gravitated to the pair. "May I help you find something in particular?"

Robert took over. "We're looking for implements to be used in the proper maintenance and training of a female slave."

"Ah," she replied. "I'll get Alvin. He's the expert." She signaled the male clerk, and spoke to him in a low voice, after which she returned to the counter area.

The young man approached. "Is the lady... ?"

"Yes," Robert replied. "I'm looking for collars and other apparel, as well as tools and implements to be used in her correction, as well as both our pleasure."

"I see," the young man replied. "Do either of you expect to obtain pleasure from the corrective activity?"

Robert frowned. "I don't expect to," he said, and looked questioningly at Merry, who shook her head.

"Fine," Alvin replied. "We can limit the selection of implements. Shall we examine the collars?" He gestured to a corner display area that catered to their needs.

As they drifted toward the corner, they passed a large display of vibrators and similar items. The butt plugs caught Merry's eye. She selected one and asked, "Master? Am I going to wish that I had one of these?" Robert eyed it and nodded. Merry sighed gently, and examined the display, selecting a flesh colored one slightly larger than average and of better quality, while nowhere near the upper end.

She conveyed it to Robert, who examined it and nodded. "Lubricants are over there," he said, pointing. "Get a water-based gel. See if there is anything else you want."

Robert then joined Alvin, who showed him a leather collar with a buckle and studs. Robert frowned. "I don't want to overdo it," he announced, fingering the studs.

"That's why I passed over the spiked item. We carry a plainer item, but the studs go all the way through and have the benefit of conducting heat, cold, or electricity..." Alvin demonstrated the collar. "The buckle isn't too bulky, and it comes with a brass ID plate."

"That is important," Robert announced. "I plan to work primarily in humiliation, not physical abuse. However, we both know that the threat must be credible. It is important that she be constantly reminded that she is owned. Do you engrave the plates?"

"No, we farm it out next door. The gentleman is extremely professional." Alvin proffered a sample, which read, 'Hello, I am called Lisa. My Master is John Smith. We live at 1234 5th Street. Please deliver me to my master or contact him at 505-555-3343 to inform him should I misbehave in your presence, ' in a sharply done text font.

"Very nice!" Robert approved. "What is the turnaround time?"

"He's open. I'm sure he can engrave an appropriate sentiment in 30 minutes or so."

"I like this one. We'll take the collar. Do you have anything somewhat more decorative and less bulky? Something she can wear with a blouse while out?"

"How about this? It looks like a standard black ribbon choker with a cameo, but the cameo actually depicts a bound slave. The fabric is a bit heavier than it looks, and here, in the back, are two Velcro-covered flaps that cover the owner's plate and the D ring for the leash."

"Very nice! We'll take it. Can he engrave the same message?"

"Certainly. If I could get the information?" Alvin produced a pad.

Robert related the data, then asked, "What if I wanted even more decorative?"

"We don't do much in the way of actual jewelry," Alvin replied, "but I can provide the name of a jeweler who does wonderful work. We have a couple of simple things, bracelets..."

"Ankle bracelets?"

"Oh, yes." Alvin produced an 8" x 10" velvet tray with a number of ankle bracelets displayed upon it.

Robert examined them, then looked up. "Merry!"

Merry dropped the tube of flavored gel that she was examining into the basket that she had obtained to collect their purchases. "Master?"

Robert waved her over, and they examined the selection, settling on a flat gold chain with an oblong tag. "Have it engraved 'Merry' in a nice cursive script," Robert directed. He recovered the heavy demo collar. "Do you mind if she tries it on?" he asked. Alvin shrugged. Robert buckled it around Merry's neck and stood back to examine it, rubbing his chin. He directed a significant glance at Alvin. "I need to get the full effect," he said, quietly.

Alvin pursed his lips, considering the implied request. The master wanted it, the slave - was a slave, irrelevant. There were only about four customers on the main floor, and maybe another half-dozen in the peeps. Besides, it would be good for business. He gave a nod.

"Merry, strip," Robert directed quietly.

Merry blinked, then her eyes went round. Glancing around the store, she whimpered, "M-master?"

Robert became pedantic. "I wish to see the collar as it will be worn. Remove your clothing."

Merry closed her slack mouth and inhaled deeply. "Yes, Master." She wrestled the tube top over her head, then pushed down the skirt and stepped out of it.

"Position." Robert directed. Merry knelt, fully aware that she had attracted the attention of all of the other customers. Robert stepped back a pace and eyed the result critically, then nodded. He did not, however, instruct Merry to resume her clothing; rather, he stepped away a bit to examine a rack where various whips were displayed. "Merry," he asked quietly, while examining the whips, "where is your punishment book?"

Merry went ashen. "In the car, Master."

Robert turned and addressed her, "An excellent answer. 'In the car' meets the specification that I laid down for it to be readily at hand. Tell me, Dear - do you think that you have been as successful in other matters of obedience today?"

"No, Master." Merry knew when the jig was up.

"Another excellent answer. The truth will save you an additional kiss from the whip. Go and get your punishment book."

Merry blushed. She was already in the rough center of a square of men who were examining her interestedly, most while pretending not to. She would have to go outside to the car... "Master, may I dress now?"

"No," came the reply, "Go and get your punishment book."

Merry rose, and made for the door, one hand across her breasts and the other figleafing her mons. She got halfway across the store before the voice of her master stopped her. "Merry!"

"Master?"

"You are fully dressed, for your station - you have a collar. Act like it. Drop your hands, present your bust and walk normally."

"Y-yes, Master." She disappeared through the door. Robert began examining a whip, one with a head consisting of a number of six inch yarn or horsehair strips.

Alvin volunteered, "That one is just for show - it's worthless for actual correction."

Robert put it down, and waved at the display. "Educate me."

In a moment, Merry returned, coming directly to Robert and standing quietly while Alvin extolled the virtues of a whip with one long, narrow lash. "Uh, Master?" she asked, diffidently, "May I have the car keys?"

Alvin detected Robert's tight grin. Silently, Robert held out the keys. Merry took them, and muttered "Thank you, Master," before hurrying off for her second trip outside nude in as many minutes.

When she returned, Merry knelt and opened the book, holding a pen.

Robert regarded her. "Okay, the book has three columns: The offense, the punishment, and a check box for whether it has been administered or not. Do you want to start with the current incident, or work forward from this morning?"

Merry blinked. The mark of the thought 'Oh, shit!' was readily discernible upon her features. "This morning, Master?"

Robert ignored the implied question and treated her response as the choice she was making. "Very well. This morning, you broke position during our discussion of corporal punishment - but I'll give you that one, as you proved convincing, at the time. However, you should know that if you break position and the effort is ineffective, you will be punished. Therefore, it is a tool to be used sparingly."

After a moment, he continued, "Let's see, then there was that effort to manipulate me over business clothing. Well? You're not writing..."

Merry's hand shook. "Uh, how does Master want these entries to appear?"

Robert pondered. "In the first person, I think. 'I attempted to manipulate my Master to get my way regarding work clothing'. By the way, if I discover a certain depth of misrepresentation in this issue, it will be a matter in and of itself - of course, if you care to confess now... ?"

"Uh, Master? This may be a grey area..."

"Explain."

"My office has rules, and they appear to be more lax than those that I had been using - but I honestly believe that I reached my current position because I ascribed to a higher standard."

Robert pondered. "I'll accept that, for now. Final disposition of this issue is postponed without prejudice. Moving on - there was the outburst when I directed that you clarify said issue. Write something on the order of 'made a verbal expression of disrespect when delivered an instruction'."

Merry scribbled busily. Robert thought a bit, then continued. "Now that I think about it, the clothing conversation was fertile ground, wasn't it? There was the changing room sally... just add 'two times' to the manipulation charge."

"Yes, Master."

"Then we come to your most recent failures. You failed to follow instructions with the proper alacrity when instructed to undress. You questioned my authority to instruct you to do so. And you felt it was necessary that I justify a directive to you... Are you writing, lazy girl? Do you need me to rephrase these items for you?"

"Y-yes Master! N-no, Master!" The pen continued to scrawl.

"Was there anything else?" Robert eyed his slave archly.

"I-I'm not sure, Master!"

"I am! What about this failure of yours to display yourself properly?"

"M-master?"

"Foolish Slave! If I have you go nude in a public place for the gratification of myself and others, do you think I want you to attempt to cover yourself with your hands? Look around you. If I wanted these people to enjoy your beauty, why would I expect you to run around with your knees together and your hands covering your breasts and mons?"

Merry looked around. The ring of highly interested customers had increased to ten people, nine men and a woman. Someone had gone into the peep show in the back and spread the word - now it was emptied in favor of live entertainment. The woman, part of a couple, quietly asked the female clerk, "Is this a show or something?" and got a negative head shake while Merry took them in. Embarrassment and humiliation multiplied in her by the moment. Some of the onlookers were puzzled, some fascinated, some embarrassed, some intrigued, and at least a couple were actively leering. One was blatantly grabbing his crotch. Merry looked away, quickly.

Alvin caught the byplay between the woman and his female colleague, and sensed what could be a media event. He approached Robert, and asked quietly, "Would the gentleman care to correct his slave here in the store? It would provide an opportunity to test various devices..."

Robert frowned in thought. No one knew better than he that he had Merry on the ropes. The situation could explode at any moment. The fact that Merry had picked up on the murmured conversation and gone white to the lips upped the ante. "Do you have a facility for this?" he inquired.

"Alas, no, although a successful session today might convince management to provide one for future visits. However, the bars there are not merely decorative, and should provide adequate tie-off."

Robert studied the short, barred partition that masked the alcove containing the bondage equipment, and shook his head. "I don't know - it limits my activities, somewhat. Doubtless she will want to demonstrate her level of compliance afterward. This could become too graphic to allow for proper crowd control."

Alvin nodded soberly, then raised a finger, signaling inspiration. "Perhaps a couples' viewing booth?" he asked, indicating three doors along the wall. "A small room with a couch and a big-screen television for private viewing of a selected video? Given the interest that this is almost certain to generate, I can waive the fee. You could retire to there after the correction session for as long as necessary."

Robert rubbed his jaw, thinking. He was beginning to like this idea. Alvin sweetened the pot. "I'm thinking that this is a memorable event. Perhaps we could document it with some digital photos? A poster-sized photo, with the slave's features appropriately obscured, is something management might be interested in purchasing to add to the ambiance of the bondage display..."

Robert liked Alvin's style! "Well," he huffed, "I couldn't just let you take pictures and keep them - it would be too easy for me to lose my privacy, and that of my slave. Perhaps we could make some arrangement wherein I held the media?"

Alvin screwed up his face. It was put up or shut up, and he sensed a deal-breaker. He decided to go for broke. "I'm willing to risk the loss of the media. Do you have equipment capable of handling Compact Flash media?"

The balance tipped. "I do - and I'd be willing to part with reasonable deposit monies until I can return it to you. I'll do it. Please get your camera!" He turned to Merry, "Merry..."

Merry blew. "Master, you cannot do this! I cannot do this! Beat me if you must, but not here! Not in front of all of these people! Master - Robert - I have to..." Merry made to get up onto her feet.

SLAP! "MERRY! Come here, NOW!" The slap had shocked Merry, sending her onto all fours. Stunned, she crawled to Robert, more because she had totally stopped thinking than anything else. She started to open her mouth. Robert shoved his hand into her face, thumb toward her. "Suck on this!" he demanded.

Merry leaned forward and took his hand in hers, pulled the hand to her mouth and began to suck. "That's it!" he murmured, calmly, speaking to her as he would a small child, "Draw comfort from it. Do you know what you almost did? DON'T TAKE IT OUT, just nod your head..." Merry shook her head 'no', suckling on the thumb obediently. It DID seem to relax her, Robert noted, thinking 'Strange - where DID the idea come from?' Again holding her eyes and treating her as he would a child, he continued, "You almost made a major mistake and brought an end to our relationship. I barely stopped you from making a fool of yourself. Pick up the punishment book, and read the first entry - don't stop sucking - you need it to calm your fears and to help you deal with reality right now. Now, Slave - do those words allow you to take the actions you were contemplating?" Merry shook her head 'no', sucking hard and sniffling. Robert continued quietly, "Our old relationship dropped away this morning - and you just nearly destroyed the new one. If you had done what crossed your mind a moment ago, you would have destroyed our NEW relationship - and we'd have had none, because I could no longer trust you to keep your solemn word."

Alvin, off to one side, took a picture. Robert looked up. "Careful!" he admonished. "She's very fragile at the moment! I'll need some cuffs, and leg restraints - and a ball gag; I can't trust her to be able to control herself." The whole time, his gaze remained locked on Merry, who shook like a leaf and sucked on his thumb furiously.

Alvin dashed over and obtained the requested restraints. Robert curled the fingers of the hand she was sucking on under her chin and directed Merry to rise by pressing up on her chin while maintaining the thumb in her mouth. He led her to the bars and had her stand there, facing him, alongside them, still sucking his thumb for dear life. Alvin knelt next to Merry's right ankle holding a leather restraint attached to about 2 feet of looped chain, which he wrapped around two of the bars. "Give the gentleman your ankle, Merry," Robert directed gently. Merry passively allowed the restraint to be fastened around her ankle, eyes pleading as she continued to take some small measure of comfort from Robert's thumb in her mouth. Robert shook his head, murmuring gently, "You KNOW that we HAVE to do this, don't you?" Tears rolled as Merry nodded a reluctant 'yes'. "Give the gentleman your hand, Merry." Merry meekly held out her hand for the wrist restraint to be attached. "At the crossbar," Robert directed, "I want her to be able to grasp the bars for support. I don't want her spread- eagled too much, and I don't want her crushed to the bars." Alvin nodded, estimating inches and angles, and attached the restraint to a location where the crossbar crossed an upright.

Robert pointed to the ball gag, and Alvin placed it in his hand. As he removed his thumb, Merry burst out "Master, I..." before he placed a finger to her lips and said "Shh! This is for your own good. I don't want you getting foolish. Another time, we'll do it differently, but... Now open your mouth." Merry meekly opened her mouth and allowed Robert to force the ball between her jaws. She endured the discomfort as he adjusted the head harness, knowing that it was the least of what was to come. Robert stood back.

"Give the gentleman your other hand..." he directed, "... and your foot..." Alvin completed the restraints, then went and got his camera. He took several pictures, Merry's fear-filled eyes tracking him constantly. Merry's position allowed her about a foot of free play for her legs, while allowing nothing much above. She could - and did, not thinking about it - bend a bit at the waist. The restraints did NOT allow her to close her legs. Robert picked up the punishment book. "I'm afraid that I will need to make some additions," he related sorrowfully. Robert wasn't faking it. He knew that Merry was facing a major trauma - and that he was going to have to add to it, because it MUST be an even-handed application of discipline. "Let's see... Attempted to avoid punishment... Failed to follow instructions... Attempted to dictate policy to master... attempted escape... This atop your other transgressions. This will be a painful lesson, I'm afraid." Merry's eyes were huge and tearful, as she attempted unsuccessfully to beg around the ball gag. Alvin took another picture, certain that THIS would be the signature photo. Robert turned his attention to Alvin, directing, "Show me your wares!"

Alvin went into the display area and rooted around in the displays, literally under Merry's horrified eyes, selecting a wide strap and a paddle with a couple of large holes in it. He returned to Robert and said, "I recommend that you begin with one or another of these..." holding them out.

Robert examined each in turn, and settled upon the paddle. "Merry, I see about 20 strokes here. Do you want me to break them out for you?" Merry shook her head, 'no'. "Another time," he continued, "I will expect you to keep the count and thank me for them, but this time, I just want you to bow your head after each. Do you understand?" Merry shook her head, 'yes'. Robert turned and faced his rapt audience, which had again swollen to 16. "You may keep the count, instead," he announced. Nodding to Alvin, he directed, "Photo after each." Alvin nodded. Robert deliberately stepped forward and applied the paddle to Merry's right buttock with a resounding SMACK!

Pain blossomed in Merry's universe and she bit into the gag hard, too surprised at it's intensity to scream. She was dimly aware of the flash as Alvin followed his instructions.

The audience let out their pent-up breath explosively. "One," announced the woman, from the back of the crowd.

"Bow your head, Merry," Robert reminded her gently. Obediently, she dipped her head. Robert repositioned, and SMACK! - a mirror strike bloomed red on her left buttock.

"Two!" the woman intoned. No one offered to contend for her position as the count holder.

Merry's whole ass was now on fire. Tears poured down her face as she bobbed her head. Alvin's camera again flashed.

Robert turned and selected the strap. "I assume that the expected target area is wider with this?" he inquired.

"Yes. The paddle is actively dangerous when not used on the buttocks." Alvin amplified.

Nonetheless, Robert's next stroke overlaid a good half of the paddle print on Merry's right buttock. Merry screamed bloody murder - but all that arose around the gag was a weak whine. "Three," intoned the woman. Merry's head bob was reflexive - she didn't even know she did it. The next 5 strokes went to the left buttock, the left thigh, the right thigh, and the lower back on both sides. Robert then-applied the paddle to Merry's burning asscheeks for two more strokes, then paused to consider his position while the woman intoned "Ten."

Merry was obviously crying broken-heartedly, and only an iron will allowed Robert to continue. "Quirt!" he barked at Alvin. Alvin returned with a short whip with fringed blades, resembling a riding crop. "I have one of these at home," Robert confided, "Might as well see what it is capable of..." He snapped it viciously against Merry's upper right thigh!

Merry was galvanized. Her eyes nearly started from their sockets, and she turned bright red from the effort she made at screaming while she thrashed against the bars. It took her several seconds to quit trying to force herself between them to escape the terrible, slashing pain! As she did, she unconsciously dropped her head - and Robert delivered the stroke's twin to her other thigh. "Twelve," the anonymous woman intoned.

Robert nodded to himself. Merry was fairly dancing - it would be a moment before they could continue. "Show me that single tipped item!" he ordered.

Alvin produced it. "This is a precision instrument," he confided, "The idea is to lay it on in such a manner that not only the length of the blade leaves a mark, but the tip snaps into something soft..."

"Like a nipple?" Robert asked, rhetorically.

"I see that you have the basic idea," Alvin replied. "It takes a bit of practice to be accurate..."

"At this point, Merry can do with the relative ease provided by any screw-ups I should make," Robert related. He snapped it once in the air, where it crackled viciously, then left a stinging welt on her left buttock. Without much in the way of a pause, he attempted mirror placement upon the right, then stood back to await the count.

"Thirteen, fourteen!" the woman caught up. Merry was agonized. The slashing strokes reminded her forcibly of those memorable switch beatings of her childhood.

Robert laid two more strokes in quick succession across Merry's upper thighs, leaving bright red weals. "Fifteen, sixteen!" the counter cried. Then Robert got fancy: he brought the whip down along her ass crack, stinging her exposed anus, then contrived to backswing in such a way as to wrap the blade along Merry's labia and snap her clit!

As the counter brought the count to eighteen, Merry tried gamely to climb the bars and hang from the ceiling. Never in her life had she felt such pain! Her clit burned and stung - even worse, it was now erect! If he hit it again... Insanity hovered closely.

Robert gave Merry time, conversing with Alvin. "We'll take everything we've used," he announced, "except the crop. I already have one." Alvin nodded. At a minimum, he had secured a several hundred dollar purchase; quite possibly, when the word got out, he might well have tripled the store business in the short term. Alvin was well satisfied.

Robert walked into the alcove, and collected Merry's eyes as she hung from the restraints, whimpering in pain and exhaustion. "We're almost there, Love," he murmured, "Almost there." Then, in an exercise in inhuman accuracy, he lashed out with the whip, managing to snap it precisely upon her left nipple! Merry's eyes rolled up as she flirted with unconsciousness to escape the incredible pain. Her feet beat a tattoo upon the floor as she mindlessly tried to run from her tormentor - a feat patently impossible, given her restraints.

The viewing angle was poor for most of the onlookers, but there was no doubt about what had happened, so the counter announced, "Nineteen!" Robert waited a few seconds, then delivered number twenty to Merry's right breast, contenting himself with leaving a weal, given the fact that there was no way that Merry was going to hold still for a similar strike anytime soon. It was virtually anticlimactic. The count finished, the crowd released their collective breath. Someone in the back began to applaud, and in moments, it was general. Robert merely nodded - he wasn't particularly happy with what he had done, but it had been a lingering lesson of a nature that Merry had desperately needed.

Robert came back around and undid Merry's right side, and Alvin undid the left. Merry sagged to the floor, and Alvin recorded her pain and exhaustion for posterity. Robert let her rest a moment, while Alvin collected the gear, then snapped his fingers. Merry looked up, her eyes widened, and she immediately assumed the ready position, quivering. Robert crooked his finger, and Merry crawled forward into Robert's reach. He gathered her head to him and cradled it to his hip while he worked to release the fastenings of the ball gag. Once the harness was undone, she sat there, looking at him, until he held out his hand. Then and only then did she spit the ball into his palm. As Robert handed the gag to Alvin, Merry began babbling. "Master! Please! I'll be good! No more! I'll do anything! How..." Robert put up a hand, and Merry's mouth clapped shut.

Perusing the onlookers, Robert discovered a singularly unprepossessing specimen of manhood and waved him forward. The man was in his seventies, unshaven, and dirty. Robert inquired, "Sir, would you assist me in an experiment?" The oldster nodded, and Robert turned to Merry. "Merry, I want you to pleasure this gentleman... with your mouth... Stop!"

"Master?" Robert's directive to halt stopped Merry with her hand already through the urine-stained trapdoor of the old bum's boxers and wrapped around his wizened penis. There had been absolutely no hesitation. Merry had reached for his zipper as soon as the instruction was understood to be complete. Robert (and virtually everyone else present - especially the oldster) was amazed at the alacrity of Merry's response. She had gotten thoroughly ahead of him; in another second, she's have popped the old guy's smelly dick into her mouth!

"Zip the man back up, Merry, and go wash your hands. Hurry along, now!" Merry took off running, stopping to inquire as to the location of the toilet from the female clerk. Turning to the old bum, he fished out a $20 bill. "Sorry for your inconvenience, but I'm not up for sharing her out yet." Robert related in a conspiratorial tone, "Will this compensate you?"

"Uh, yeah, sure!" The oldster wandered off, goggle-eyed, thinking 'Did I just miss a blow job?'

Robert turned to Alvin and stuck out his hand. "The media?" Alvin opened the digital camera and fished out the flash card, encasing it in a plastic case before handing it to Robert. "Add a $50 deposit," Robert directed, "and I think we'll be needing the booth."

Alvin locked eyes with his female colleague, who nodded. "Take number three."

A moan surfaced and Robert looked toward the counter, where the woman who had counted the strokes was collapsed, weak-kneed, in the arms of her significant other. "David," she murmured raggedly, "Get a booth! And rubbers! This won't wait!"

Merry came back, running smoothly, her pert breasts bouncing deliciously. She careened to a stop before Robert, dropping into the ready position almost before she stopped. Robert pointed at couples' booth three. "We're going in there," he announced, "where we'll look into any ideas you may have for keeping me happy!" An hour later, Merry having taken some trouble to work on her deep throat technique (there's something about watching a woman smile while she gags, Robert found), followed by a long, doggie-style fuck hanging over the back of the couch that featured three screaming orgasms, Robert had Merry collect their purchases and they started for home, Merry wearing her newly engraved home collar and nothing else, proudly carrying her clothing and purchases.



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Chapter 65: A matter under the heading of old business


Monday morning found the expanded group comparing notes about the admittedly wild weekend. While Denise had not been a stranger to the boy's group due to her friendship with Dina, she'd been a guest, rather than a regular - and Eddie had been a fringe element. Both moved into the fold that morning. The news of the Friday night's escapade at Gino's was rapidly percolating through the school, causing them all to be the focus of shocked and/or admiring glances, depending on who was doing the looking. Everyone's stock seemed to have gone up, and everyone got an inordinate amount of attention between classes.

Todd planted himself before Denise between third and fourth periods. "Denise, what happened Friday night?"

"Nothing, Baby," Denise announced, blithely, "I just decided to go on the wagon." Dina, with whom Denise had been conversing, stood watching the byplay.

"Why me? What you did was really embarrassing, and everybody knows we didn't..." Todd actually became a bit plaintive, something he was unaccustomed to.

"Baby, I didn't make any guarantees. I'm doing the committed relationship thing now, and have a boyfriend. I'm sorry."

"You what?" Todd snorted. "Where did you find anyone that blind?"

"I'm not blind - merely broadminded," Eddie announced his arrival by sliding his arms around Denise.

"Oh. Sorry." Todd wasn't going to start a ruckus with Eddie, despite his size; Eddie was every bit as large, even though he was two years younger. And there was Tim to think about... "I was trying to get Denise to understand..."

Eddie looked blank. Dina filled in. "Neesy chopped him off at the ankles Friday night at Gino's. They had a date." She winked.

"Oh." Eddie looked at Denise, who stood there looking flustered and stubborn. "Todd, can you hang out for a sec?" He pulled Denise a few feet away, and crooked the finger for Dina to follow.

Denise started to protest, "Baby, I'm sorry you had to show up for this. I..."

"You're worried about what I think. You're unhappy because I just got my nose rubbed in it."

Denise nodded, sadly.

"Don't be. Dina, what do you think? I actually think Todd has a point!" Eddie declared.

"Whaat!" Denise was nonplussed.

Dina piped up, "I agree." Turning to Denise, she explained, "Neesy, whether you said 'Wanna blowjob?' in those words or not, Friday night started with the reasonable expectation that you were giving Todd his spot in the rotation. And when you shot him down at Gino's, it was VERY public. Todd isn't little Jimmy Peterman, whose anguish no one would notice if you blew him off because it's just one more disappointment; Todd is a 'Big Man on Campus', and that makes Friday night a VERY public embarrassment."

Eddie took over, "The guys will wanna know what he did to screw up a sure thing so bad that the goose quit laying golden eggs, and the girls are gonna think he hurt you somehow, and stay away. You see where we're headed here? Whether you meant to or not, you've injured Todd. And he could make a nasty enemy."

Tears flooded Denise's eyes. "But I want to be good! I don't want to lose you over a blowjob! I want to deserve you!"

Eddie pulled her in and cradled her cheek. "Hon, I'm arguing for the prosecution, here. I'm not mad, and I won't hold it against you, any more than I'll hold any of your previous activity against you. Hell, we talked about this - I might have to share you in the future to be sure you get enough! We've been through this: love and sex are two different things. Granted, they're better in combination, but it's not required. Do you love me?"

Denise was caught flat-footed. Her mouth opened, and closed, and opened again. "I wasn't going to tell you yet," she murmured, finally, then: "Yes."

"I love you too, Hon." Eddie gave her a squeeze. "I know it's important to you that you start fresh, but sometimes we can't just chop off something the minute we want to. There are commitments that still have to be honored. You need to clear the decks before you start again, or things will come back to haunt you. Todd is a matter of - old business, I guess. You need to take care of him before we can move on. I'll help."

"Well, okay, if it's really okay with you! If it isn't, I'll just ride the whole thing out!"

"Hon, your willingness to go to the wall over this is all the reassurance I need. Let's go work out a deal that will make Todd happy." Eddie wrapped his arm around Denise, and they moved back to where Todd was fidgeting in place. As they approached, Denise slipped Eddie's arm and advanced on Todd saying, "I'm sorry Toddie - I didn't realize I was ruining your rep!" She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, "No problem - Mama fix!"

Todd, somewhat stupefied that she should return from a conference with her boyfriend in an apparently cooperative mood, inquired," How?"

"Well, for starters, I guess you'll get what you were angling for," Denise replied.

Todd frowned. "That's great, but you turned me out pretty publicly. For me to turn around and go 'Yeah, but she did me anyway!' probably wouldn't fly..."

Dina popped up. "We figured that - so how about a picture? A nice shot of Denise with a mouthful of cum and your dick on her tongue?"

"That's probably cool! I can show it to anybody I want?" Todd was nodding, liking the way things were going, but Eddie threw a monkey wrench into it.

"Anyone you want to can see it - but I hold it. I don't want copies of it on the net, and posted on bulletin boards. Denise is trying to change up, here," Eddie dictated.

This brought a frown. Todd, having had some time, was having second thoughts. "Yeah, well, now that I think about it, pictures can be faked. The net is full of fake photos of Britney Spears takin' it up the ass. I bet, if I had a couple of shots, I could make a pic of Dina here wrapped up like a pretzel, licking her own clit!"

"What makes you think I can't?" Dina interjected archly. Everybody smiled. Dina had the ball, so she ran with it, "So you're gonna want witnesses."

"Hey, I'm not in the habit of doing it in public! If you think I'm gonna give you 15 minutes to draw a crowd..." Denise huffed.

"Whoa!" Todd responded, "I don't think I would want the whole world standing around, either! I'd be too embarrassed! One or two, max!"

"So, you want a witness. Don't suppose I'd do?" Eddie inquired.

"Well, obviously you're involved. Besides, relating the gory details a couple of hundred times might be unpleasant," Todd replied. "We need someone who thrives on that stuff... Speak of the Devil! Hi, Bobby!"

Bobby McCormick tucked himself behind Dina, reaching around to cup her tits before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hi gang! What's up?"

Dina's eyes lit. "Yeah, perfect! C'mere Lover, and I'll fill you in!" She dragged him off a few feet, then gave Bobby the gist of the situation. "I've got an idea! I'll do you, too! Eddie can get a pic of the four of us - that'll keep Todd from being to nervous!"

"I like it!" Bobby exclaimed.

"You pitch it. Todd's likely to be suspicious of me - besides it fits our little game!"

"Cool." They returned to the group.

"Well?" Todd asked Bobby, "Are you up for this?"

"Sure! In fact, I've got an idea! Dina can do me, too - and we can get a pic of us side by side grinning like fools while we give the girls cum facials!"

"Cool!" Todd polled the group with his eyes. Eddie pulled a face, but shrugged. Denise rolled her eyes, but nodded. Dina nodded, grinning. "When and where?"

The five of them exchanged glances. "My place?" Denise ventured, "After school? No offense, Toddie, but I want this over with. I'm trying to move on to other things..."

"Yeah, I understand. I wouldn't ask, but it isn't really about the blowjob anymore..."

"That's so sweet, Toddie! Just for that, I'm gonna try to make it real good! See you about 4:00? That good for everybody?" There were nodded assents. "Jesus! We'd better get to class!" The fourth period bell had rung at some point during the negotiation. Everybody scampered.



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Chapter 66: Legal maneuvers


Merry went to work on Monday in a flowing, knee-length brown skirt, an open necked silk blouse that displayed a bit of cleavage, low black heels, her new collar - the decorative one with the 'cameo' - and an aura of trepidation. She diffidently approached Ann Newton, the office manager, and asked, "Ann, does the Firm have a written dress code?"

Ann was surprised. "Uh, no - I usually make the call if there's any question. But you've never been an issue - quite the opposite. I could always use you as an example to the freer spirits around here of the link between proper dress and upward mobility."

"Uh, what if I suddenly felt a need to be a 'freer spirit'?"

Ann frowned, and took in today's ensemble for the first time. On the surface, it was pretty demure, but upon reflection Ann had never seen Marilyn in anything but a pantsuit and high-necked blouse. Marilyn, in a skirt? And showing cleavage? Waitaminnit, is that a nipple poking out there? "Why the change?"

"Uh, it's difficult to explain." Merry colored. "I, uh, really need to know if there are defined standards - oh, and if there is a sliding scale, I need to know THAT, too."

"Well, Dear, I was pretty sure you understood, but, yes, there IS a sliding scale. The receptionists are allowed to be much more 'decorative' than the clerical staff. Administrative assistants require a certain amount of restraint in dress so as to be appropriately dressed for client meetings and court appearances. I KNOW you're aware of this..." Ann still didn't understand.

"Well, I DO understand, but my approach has always been a little extreme. I'm kind of, uh, looking for the middle of the road."

"Okay, what's REALLY going on?" Ann and Marilyn were more than just acquaintances, if less than 'bosom buddies' - and Ann smelled a rat.

"Umm. Okay - let's say that Robert confronted me about the cost of my wardrobe. Let's say he indicated that he thought that I was spending a lot of money on clothing that he didn't even feel was flattering. Let's say that he thinks that if I go to more varied clothing, I can mix and match and save a bit while actually looking a bit nicer."

"Let's say you just fed me a load of hooey! That doesn't sound like the Robert I know!" Ann favored Merry with a VERY dubious glance. "Marilyn, you're not having an aff..."

"Oh, no! Nothing like that!" Merry took in Ann's skepticism, swallowed, and continued, "Look, I don't really want to go into details, but... well, over the last few days, things have changed at home. Robert ISN'T the 'Robert you know'! We're, uh, doing things differently."

Ann got up and closed the office door. "C'mon, Marilyn, give!"

Merry still wasn't ready to bare her soul. "Well, Robert's throwing his weight around quite a bit more. It seem that last week, we discovered that some things I've been giving him grief over for quite some time were really MY fault - and the bill's come due, if you know what I mean?"

Ann looked troubled, "Do you need help, Honey? Should I ask the cops to visit?"

"Oh, no! Don't misunderstand me! Robert may be riding me a bit but," she colored, "I'm actually enjoying it. Besides its only fair - I've been riding roughshod over him for the past 20 years!"

"So, what REALLY happened?" Ann was still dubious.

"Well, I spend too much. And Robert says he's tired of me looking like a frump. He wants me in skirts, and he wants me to show a little bit of cleavage - and a couple of other things... When I pointed out that it might cause trouble at work, he indicated that he's prepared to be reasonable - if there is a dress code, he'll work within it to see to it that my job isn't jeopardized."

"So, you want me to knock out something official-looking that allows you to continue to wear your old wardrobe?" Ann smiled. The war of the sexes... 

"NO! You just DON'T understand! This is NOT about pulling a fast one on Robert! I'm trying to do this RIGHT! I want to know EXACTLY how little or how much I must wear to keep my job!" Merry was becoming seriously upset. Why was Ann so willing to conspire to fool Robert? Merry had no interest in that. She'd played such games before - but frankly wondered if she would ever want to again. She knew that if she went home to her master with some bullshit story, he would detect it, supporting document or no supporting document. Frankly, she shuddered to think what he might do at such a massive show of disrespect. She didn't fear a simple beating; that was for peccadillo, like failing to follow some simple instruction. No, he would bring out the big guns: the dissolution of their relationship. She had absorbed the import of his declaration that their old relationship was dead, and that the failure of their new one would result not in the resumption of their old relationship, but a parting. She had explored the consequences of that course of action while lying snuggled against him while he slept the previous night, and found them hideous. Merry truly loved Robert; as for the pit of loneliness and despair that would open beneath her if he should turn her away... Merry discovered that she couldn't bear to contemplate it. This became the foundation of a desire to please her husband/master more compelling than any application of a whip could ever be.

"Whoa! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I just thought..." Ann regrouped. "If I'm to do this right, I'll need to speak to the partners. It's one thing to do this off the cuff..."

"I'm sure Robert would accept a document from you, if it wasn't an obvious attempt to jerk his chain. He's not stupid, though, and, well, if I jerk his chain now, it would be disastrous. I'm kind of on probation." Merry couldn't meet Ann's eyes as she finished this declaration.

"Honey, it still sounds like he caught you with a man. Come on, tell me what's up!" Ann wasn't going to back off.

Merry sighed, "Okay, this can't go ANYWHERE! God knows what the partners will think! Recently, Robert and I began experimenting with an 'alternate lifestyle'..."

"Like swinging?" Ann interjected.

"Well, you have the general idea, but that's not it. Anyway, in the process we discovered that our sex life sucked, not because of any failing of Robert's, but because I had a somewhat limited concept of sex. I discovered that if I let Robert run things, sex got a LOT better!" Merry began blushing at this point. "Yesterday, I insisted that we move forward with this new relationship. Robert was... reluctant. He insisted upon several things, all of which are well within his rights under the new regime. High on the list was that he controls the pocketbook. And he said he was tired of seeing me in clothes that cost hundreds of dollars and made me look mannish. He has directed that I should 'please the eye', particularly those of men. So whatever minimum standard you set, that's what I'll meet."

"The minimum?"

"If I anger him in any way, it will undoubtedly be the ABSOLUTE minimum. In fact, given the talent for conniving that Robert is displaying recently, I'm likely to be operating within the letter, but NOT the spirit, of any guidance you publish." Marilyn permitted herself a small smile.

"That's preposterous! Where does he get off? He can't order you around like that! It's medieval!" Ann huffed.

"Ann, Ann, you still don't get it! He can, and he will - because I asked him to!"

"It's ridiculous! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you sold yourself into slavery!"

Merry stood there, smiling ruefully. The silence lengthened, while the lights went on in Ann's brain... 

"No! You're kidding!" Ann was aghast!

"Do you like my necklace?" Merry asked, playfully. She was actually beginning to enjoy this! "Come, take a closer look."

Ann stepped in, fascinated. The 'cameo' - it wasn't the standard woman's bust, it was a stereotypical rendering of a large-busted woman, dressed only in chains! "Ohmigod!"

Merry turned around. "Take a look at the back, under the Velcro tabs!"

Ann lifted the tabs, finding the D ring and the engraved tag. She read the engraving, then, "Merry?"

"It's what my master chooses to call me. He said it's because my job is to make him merry!" Merry was enjoying Ann's discomfiture hugely.

Ann sat down. Bewilderment had robbed her of strength. "I still can't understand why you would ASK for this..."

"At some point Saturday evening, I discovered that I was a foolish, useless, wasteful, lazy, hung-up, arrogant, selfish, totally blind little cunt who was on her way to divorce and a life of loneliness and despair."

"He called you that?!" Ann was working up a new head of outraged steam.

"No, not one word of it. My daughter, son, and future daughter-in- law gently enlightened me. Robert made no charges at all, merely put up with my foibles as usual."

"I still don't get it. What's in it for you?"

"I don't have to live up to the half Victorian lady - half Helen Reddy self image that I've been beating myself up with. I don't have to pretend to be liberated and coolly in charge. I don't have to spend huge amounts of money to prove I'm as good as anyone else. I don't have to pretend that sex is dirty. If my master wants me to be a total slut, I can be - it's his responsibility! I'm free to express myself without having to worry that others won't think me worthy - I'm not! I'm a slave! I do what my master tells me to do!"

"Does he beat you?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes he punishes me in other ways. But I always know EXACTLY why - he has me write it down! He doesn't inflict pain just because he can - neither of us is into pain. He punishes me because I screw up. I need periodic lessons on who is 'Boss' - he makes sure it's clear."

"Sounds awful."

"It isn't. My role is clear. My limits are set. It's harder on my master. He's responsible. He makes the decisions. He punishes my transgressions. He does the hard things that must be done to maintain my fear and respect. He's good at it - gifted, even - but it wears on him, because he's not callous and hard by nature. He can't indulge me, because I'm crafty and selfish, and lazy, and disrespectful, and I'll take advantage of him. He has to remain constantly vigilant, watching for signs that my worthless nature is surfacing and must be controlled. It's a lot of work, and my master was reluctant to take up the burden. But he did, and I'm happier for it."

Ann shook her head. "You sound totally brainwashed."

Merry laughed. "I'm not. I've just discovered another plane of existence. I'm experiencing the life we gave up to be 'liberated'. And I've discovered that for me, it works."

Ann sighed, "What must I do?"

Merry laughed. "Ensure that you are very clear about standards. If you leave room for guesswork, my master will guess - low. You must define the 'bottom line'. In the meantime, we'll go with temporary guidance. Is this ok?" Merry spun in a circle.

"I'm not sure," Ann announced, dubiously, "Are you wearing a bra?"

"No," Merry responded, "and it's virtually non-negotiable. In fact..." She raised her skirt until fur showed. "I think that the best you can do there is to dictate that it be invisible under normal circumstances. You could require that my blouses be opaque - and you might be able to get away with requiring a bra for court appearances."

Ann laughed. "I'll bear that in mind. Panties?"

Merry grinned. "Smartest would be to require that the crotch never be exposed under normal circumstances. Maybe you should dictate skirt length - and not allow splits that expose the crotch. But if you go too far, you'll only make life difficult for us all. Try to be realistic. My current guidance says no bra or panties. At home, it's even less!"

Ann grimaced, "Maid's outfit?"

Merry shook her head. "Collar. That's it, unless I'm cooking. I'm allowed a big protective apron, then."

"Damn! What about the kids?"

"They understand perfectly. Dina's an absolute horror - she's in charge of my wardrobe selections. And she's very visibly Robert's girl." Merry smiled.

"And Ricky?"

"Rick - he's grown up quite a bit recently, by the way - has this Amazon of a girlfriend that I think he's physically attached to, somehow. But when she's not physically connected, she's kneeling at his feet!" Merry related, "Nice girl, too!"

Ann shook her head. "I'm gonna have to pay a visit. I've got to see this!"

Merry quirked an eyebrow. "Want me to just get naked here, and get it over with?"

Ann roared, finally comfortable. "Okay, let me see what I can do. Get out of here, Honey, and go back to work. Do I call you Merry?"

"You don't have to - it's my master's name for me. But you can..." Merry shot her a grin as she went through the door.

At about 11:45, Gina, the receptionist, buzzed Ann, "Robert Nellis on one."

"Thanks," Ann replied, picking up. "Ann Newton."

"This is Robert Nellis."

"Good morning, Robert. What can I do for you?" Ann was cool, reserved.

"Has Marilyn spoken to you..."

"... about the Firm's dress code?" Ann continued archly. "Yes. We had quite a conversation. Naturally, I didn't understand. Eventually, I think I got all of the pieces."

"I see." The thought that percolated through Robert's mind unspoken was 'I think... '

"This will take a few days. Up to now, we didn't have a formal document. Marilyn's dress was always more than adequately conservative - an example to others, even. I'm going to have to poll the partners and get concurrence. In the meantime, the outfit that she wore today is adequate to the broad range of her duties - with the exception of actual courtroom visits." Ann continued to be cool.

"And the issue there?" Robert demanded.

"Marilyn will need to wear a brassiere to court."

"Mmmm. Okay." Robert sat there, wondering if he should mention panties... 

Ann read his mind. "I plan to recommend that she wear outfits that do not expose her crotch under normal conditions. I gather that it is enough that she risk exposure, without actually being exposed?"

"I think so. For now."

"Robert, what's REALLY up, here? Do you two need help?"

Robert was honest, "I don't know, Ann. I don't think so. Our relationship has drifted somewhat in an odd direction, but I don't think we've gone quite to the point of being totally bizarre, yet."

"How far is it going to go?" Robert's obvious concern had defused Ann's hostility.

"Well, Marilyn has a healthy aversion to pain, for which I'm thankful. Discipline, I can do - but I'm NOT a sadist. I don't think we will have to go much farther."

"Robert, I have to tell you - this change..." Ann mused for a moment. "We used to have little hen conferences, you know? Titter about what hoops she was going to put you through so she could get you to fall for her next little project..."

Robert laughed. "I can just imagine. Guys do it, too."

"I offered to push out something that justified Marilyn wearing pantsuits - and she hit the roof! She INSISTED that I take the whole thing seriously... It was such a surprise!"

Robert asked gently, "Does she seem happier?"

"Maybe," Ann replied. "That's kind of a funny question, coming from her 'master'..."

"Not really. She sees this - and I do, too - as very much something for her own good. I'm very proud of her. Her reaction to your suggestion confirms that she's taking the whole thing seriously. I'm almost ashamed that I called to check up on her!"

"I'm happy you did!" Ann mused. "I still don't understand, but I think I'm starting to get there. I was concocting this weird image of you... suddenly turning into the Marquis de Sade, or something..."

Robert chuckled. "It's an easy leap to make. Would it help to know that Marilyn formally petitioned me to accept her submission in front of a number of witnesses? And that at that point I had never physically abused her in any way?"

"I don't know. I think it makes it weirder."

"Maybe you should come to visit," Robert offered, "We could talk about it. I could use the opportunity to be candid with someone who is not part of the situation."

Ann nodded, then caught herself, "Maybe that's a good idea. I'll talk to Marilyn and set a date."

"No," corrected Robert pedantically, "You've spoken to ME - Merry doesn't count. If Merry had invited you, things would be different - but I own her, and I make her decisions in these matters FOR her..."

"Oh, I forgot," Ann backpedaled, trying to cover her confusion.

"I almost did, too," Robert responded ruefully, "How's Wednesday evening? Around 7:00?"

"Too early. 7:30?"

"Fine. See you then. Bye!" Robert rang off, leaving Ann to wonder 'What am I getting myself into?'

Merry was sitting at her desk, trying to figure out which of the partners she was going to ask for her unusual legal advice. Her immediate boss, Bertram Chalmers? Bert was the senior partner at the Firm, but he was almost sixty and certain to look at the whole thing askance. Besides, it would color their working relationship, maybe forcing an end to it. Jason Fitts? No, he was a known horndog, and kind of slippery. He would be busier trying to find a way to work the whole thing to his advantage than he would be working on the problem. Todd Fredricks? Too young. That pretty much left Alicia Duquette. She had been Merry's first choice, due to her sex - but she was an outspoken feminist, who might be offended by their peculiar relationship. Still... 

She was still turning it over in her head when Bert buzzed her. "Marilyn? Are the Ingersoll papers ready yet?"

"Yes."

"Could you bring them in, so that we can go over them one more time before they arrive?"

"Certainly, Bert - I'll be right in." Merry collected and checked the folder, and strode into Bert's office, tapping perfunctorily upon the door first. Then she did something that she had done a thousand times in that very office - she bent over the desk and arranged the papers in front of Bert for his inspection. But THIS time, for the FIRST time, she was wearing an open necked blouse.

Bert glanced up - and stopped dead, captivated by the vision of Merry's pendant breasts framing a swath of flesh that extended to below her navel - a view totally unimpeded by any hint of a brassiere. Now, to be fair, Merry's nipples remained hidden - but the unexpected sight took Bert's breath away.

The moment of inexplicable silence caused Merry to glance up, and she caught Bert before he could collect himself, causing them both to blush. Merry pulled up a bit as Bert commented dryly, "New outfit, huh? Very nice."

Merry's nipples made themselves known as they created bumps in the front of her blouse. "Uh, yeah. Do you like it?"

"Very much. Has your husband seen it?" Bert thought that a gentle reminder that he was aware of Merry's marital status was indicated, and might put her more at ease.

"Oh, yes! He specifically approved it for wear to work!" Merry gushed, then blushed, realizing what she had said.

"The whole ensemble?" The other question, 'Including the missing parts?' was there, even though it went unspoken. "I must thank him."

"Really?" Merry responded, "Ann and I were concerned that it might verge on being inappropriate!"

Bert pursed his lips, and shook his head. "I'd say you have some distance to go yet."

"I was concerned that you might view this as a bad thing - a relaxation of the standard you had come to expect in me. We were under the impression that my penchant for formal clothing was one of the reasons you hired me."

Bert sighed. "I hired you because of your efficiency. I couldn't wait for Jerry Fischer to retire, so I could snap you up. But as for formal clothing - I hired you because you managed to make it look good, not because I preferred seeing you in it. Any effort on your part to make the view more pleasant - I'm required to insert the stipulation 'within reason' here, whether I like it or not - will be welcome."

Merry smiled. "Perhaps Robert is correct, after all!"

"Hmm?"

"He indicated that I should 'please the eye' - especially those of males!" Merry dimpled.

"Most considerate of him." Bert sighed. "I suppose we should get back to work..." The pair spent the next 20 minutes exhibiting their normal professionalism.



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Chapter 67: The knowledgable source


After lunch, Merry decided to take the bull by the horns. She called Alicia's assistant, "Tina, is Alicia available? I'd like to come by and see her for a moment."

Tina clicked off to check, then replied, "How about 2:00? Will it take long?"

Merry frowned, "I don't think so - better schedule 30 minutes, though. Tell Alicia that it's not purely social - I need advice."

Tina popped off, then came back with, "Okay, you're officially on the calendar. See you at 2:00!" Merry thanked her and hung up. Then she spent the intervening hour jittering.

Tina waved Marilyn through to Alicia's office at 2:00 p.m. on the dot. Alicia, a tall, somewhat lanky brunette whose sharp features were accentuated by her normally severe expression, rose and came around the desk to greet Merry. "Hi, Marilyn, how are you?"

After the usual social niceties, Alicia leaned back against her desk. "So, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you would take my husband and myself on as clients," Merry replied.

"Well, it's not divorce, or you wouldn't be asking me to represent you both!" Alicia grinned.

"No, and it's not what I would characterize as a serious problem, either - we're not being sued, or anything." Merry was having a problem nerving herself to lay her cards out upon the table. "It IS a - uh - domestic issue, however, and I'm somewhat concerned that when I describe it, you might not approve. I'll understand if you refuse to represent us."

Alicia frowned, intrigued. "Well, obviously you don't want to go any further without my affirmation that it's confidential, in any case. Even if I don't like it, I won't divulge it to anyone. Let's hear it."

Merry blushed. "My husband and I have embarked upon an 'alternative' relationship, and he wants to be legally protected from the consequences. There are also certain other - ramifications - that need to be explored."

Alicia's eyes narrowed, "What is the nature of this 'alternative' relationship?"

Merry had to work hard to meet Alicia's eyes. "Dominance and submission. He is my master. I am his - slave."

To Merry's surprise, Alicia grinned like a shark. Leaning back over her desk, she opened the lap drawer, extracted a photograph, and tossed it to Merry. "Something like this?" she asked, softly.

Merry examined the photograph. It was of Alicia, dressed in a leatherette body suit and high heeled boots. She was holding a riding crop, and one boot was planted in the center of the back of a muscular young red haired man, who was kneeling on his hands and knees, naked save for a collar, a ball gag, and a cock ring.

Merry's eyes bugged. "Uh, yes - except that would be me on the bottom, and Robert with his foot on my spine."

Alicia was smiling even more broadly. "Sometime, I'll ask Robert to get a picture of that. Wouldn't do to ask you, would it?"

Merry experienced a peculiar mix of happiness and embarrassment - Alicia understood! "No, such decisions are my Master's province. I but obey."

"You're sweet!" Alicia observed, "Well trained, already, too! Now that we can speak candidly, how can I help?"

"Well, my master is aware that slavery is illegal - but he wants as much control over me as he can obtain within the law..."

Alicia nodded. "We'll probably want to start with wills and powers of attorney. That way he can act for you. Do you have any assets? Of your own? What have you done between you to seal this transaction?"

Twenty minutes later, a smiling Merry was escorted through the office door by an equally smiling Alicia. "Thank you so much!" Merry exclaimed.

"I'm happy to help. I'll need a couple of days to get the boilerplate documents ready, but I'll let you know when we're set. Perhaps you can ask your ma - uh - husband if I could pop over some time to see you?"

"Oh, I will, I will!" Merry bubbled happily, and strode off, head high. Alicia leaned against the door facing for a moment, smiling, before returning to her work.



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Chapter 68: Closing the books


When school let out, the five conspirators - Denise, Dina, Bobby, Eddie, and Todd - gathered in the parking lot.

"Okay," said Eddie, as they piled into Todd's car, "we need to stop by my place first, so we can pick up the camera. Then we'll go to Denise's." Todd nodded, and they drove to the Vincent's, Eddie navigating. On arrival, he left the others shifting nervously while he went inside to retrieve the camera. It was a quick in-and-out; he was again in the car before Trish realized he'd come home. "Okay, on to Denise's!"

This time Denise navigated, and in a short while Todd was pulling his somewhat battered Ford up along the curb in front of Giannelli's. Everybody piled out, and Denise let them in. Helen wasn't home, having gone to work the day shift, but would be home soon. "Bedroom's upstairs..." Denise announced, and they all pounded up the staircase.

But it was soon evident that the bedroom was too small for the party, and too dark for decent photography. "I think we need to use the den, Neesy," Dina opined. Denise nodded agreement, and they all thundered back down the stairs.

"Okay, how we gonna do this?" Todd wondered aloud.

Dina took charge. "Eddie, get a look around for a good camera angle. We need to get everyone in good light!" Eddie nodded, and began playing with the viewfinder on his camera. "Bobby, turn on all the lights! We'll need all we can get!" Turning to Denise, she asked, "Neesy, to you have any sheets or anything we can drape to keep from messing ourselves and the floor up?"

Denise frowned, thinking. "Something washable, right? How big?"

"Well," Dina responded, "I figure that we'll strip off our blouses and bras - that'll give the guys something to do with their hands and to take their minds off the camera... Besides, it'll look better in the pictures. I figure that whatever it is, we'll drape it over our laps and the floor to catch the excess. It won't be in the picture."

"Cool," said Denise. "We can use a sheet, then. I'll get one." She moved off, headed for the linen closet.

"Okay," Eddie announced, "I'm thinking that the girls kneel over there in front of the TV - not too close, though. There's less glare over there."

Dina said, "Okay. C'mon you guys." She motioned to the boys, and they followed, Bobby grinning, and Todd looking flustered. "Relax, Toddie," Dina cooed, "Neesy will make it good, and you'll get witnesses AND some great pictures! Here, let me give you something to distract you from all the prep work!" So saying, Dina doffed her tube top and sank to her knees before the delighted boys. "How's this, Eddie?" she asked, looking up, while cupping her breasts for the boys.

Eddie busied himself with the camera. "Great!" he announced.

"Hey!" Denise exclaimed, returning with a sheet in her hands, "Starting without me?"

"Just getting warmed up," came the imperturbable reply. Denise knelt on Dina's right, giving Todd star billing as Eddie was positioned to shoot from his left. "Okay, drop 'em, boys! Let's see what we've got to work with!" Dina shouted, gleefully. Denise grinned and threw her blouse off over her head, following it with her bra.

Todd was in hawg heaven. Not only was he getting a blowjob from the school's undisputed mistress of cock suckers, he was getting a good look at not only her tits, but Dina's, too! An on top of that, it was being indisputably documented for posterity - no one would ever be able to question his claim! Following Bobby's grinning example, he shucked his jeans down to his ankles, and presented his already half-hard cock. As Denise took it in her hand, he caught her eye and nodded toward her bare breasts. "Can I?"

Denise smiled, "Sure..."

Dina popped her mouth off of Bobby's erection and insisted, "Yeah! Get her nipples hard!" A glance over at Todd revealed that his uncut length was a good inch and a half shorter than Bobby's. Dina frowned, and hopped up. "Don't get him too excited yet - I need to go discuss cinematography with Eddie real quick!" She circled around to Eddie and spoke to him sotto voice, "Eddie, Toddie's not as long as Bobby. If you aren't careful, it'll show up in the pictures, and be embarrassing to him. Can you take care of it - without being obvious? You know, little changes in position, that kind of thing?"

"Yeah," Eddie responded, "Good idea! I can handle it."

Dina dimpled and pattered back around to kneel on the sheet before Bobby. "Okay, I figure we're gonna need at least 3 or 4 pictures! We'll try to get 'em to shoot at the same time." She got a wink and a nod from Denise. "Eddie, try to get them shooting from over there. It's gonna be a hard shot, getting all four of us to be recognizable, so get as close as you can. Don't try to get feet and stuff - I wouldn't frame much below our tits! Okay?" Eddie nodded. Turning to Denise she directed, "Neesy, don't swallow right away. We want Eddie to get a shot of both of us like this," she demonstrated, cradling Bobby's cock on her tongue before her open mouth, "with a mouthful of come!"

"Kewl!" exclaimed Bobby. Todd nodded, eyes bright.

"Eddie, you should move up and shoot that one from over their shoulders, I think," Dina continued, "Neesy, if Toddie has enough of a flow, you should let him shoot some on your tits. That'll add to the shot."

Denise grinned, "Okay, but I don't want to make him leave it out. Most of the fun of having your cum swallowed comes from having lips around your cock while you shoot, and I promised I'd make it good for him!" She smiled up at Todd, who roared, "I'm gonna cum just from listening to this!" Denise clamped hard around the base of Todd's cock. Todd turned red, and tried to back away. "Hold still, Toddie - I'm just trying to cool you down a bit. I promised you ONE blowjob - not two!" Todd stopped moving, concentrating on the effect Denise's grip was having on him. Sure enough, after a moment, his cock lost that incredible edge of sensitivity that presages ejaculation. Denise felt him begin to relax. "There, that's better!" she announced with satisfaction. "Everybody ready?" She polled the group with her eyes, "Let's go!"

Denise stuck her tongue out, flattened, and slid it along the underside of Todd's shaft until the head nestled against her ovalled lips. Todd's eyes rolled back and his knees began to shake uncontrollably. She squeezed down upon the root of his cock again, murmuring, "Easy, Toddie. I promised to make it good for you. You're gonna feel cheated if it doesn't last thirty seconds!"

"Oh, God!" Todd moaned, but after a moment the shakes died down and he began to relax again in her grip. "Jesus! Your mouth is a furnace!" Denise smiled and resumed the tongue action. In a few moments, Todd reached the point where he was used to it and would require more stimulation to orgasm. Denise began to nod, slipping her lips over the crown. Todd hissed in pleasure. Denise risked a glance at Dina who was smiling around Bobby's rampant erection. As she watched, Bobby reached forward to cradle Dina's head in his hands. "No hands!" Eddie erupted from the background, "You'll ruin the shot! Tell her what you want!"

"Just a little deeper, Baby!" Bobby moaned, "Just a little!" He was obviously deep into it. His eyes were glassy, and Eddie could see (and Dina feel) his buttocks clench as he barely controlled his involuntary attempts to drive himself home in Dina's throat. Dina took in another half inch or so, and the clenching stopped as she met his need for penetration.

Denise set up a pattern of strokes: a short stroke, her lips just capturing the crown, followed by a withdrawal to the tip and a long stroke, taking in half of Todd's shaft. Todd was breathing hoarsely through his nose, and was in another universe as he stared down at Denise. Watching her look up into his eyes while she swallowed his cock, her titties swinging back and forth was SO beautiful... Denise had to close down on him again, as his knees began to shake. Denise took the moment to withdraw her mouth and address Dina, "I've robbed poor Toddie of three orgasms already. Ten strokes?" Dina nodded, and went to town on Bobby, watching Denise out of the corner of her eye for guidance. Turning to Eddie, she said, "Eddie? Try not to get them with stupid looks on their faces!" She giggled. "Well, maybe ONE shot - not for publication!" Dina snickered around Bobby's cock, and Denise resumed work on Todd's erection. Very quickly Todd was obviously again close to an orgasm. Denise pulled off again, turning to check on Dina and Bobby. "Getting close?"

Dina contrived to nod around Bobby's erection. "Umm humm!"

"Okay. Ten strokes?" Another nod. Denise re-engaged Todd's erection, going deep.

It took nine. Todd's knees again began to quiver, his eyes rolled up, and he uttered a muffled grunt as his penis fired its first shot. Virtually simultaneously, Bobby's eyes got round and he squalled "Aaaaaawwww!!!" and tried to bury himself in Dina's throat. Dina, expecting it, held him off with a hand around his shaft. Eddie, alert, took a half step left and got the funny face shot, then took a half step to the right to await developments. Denise rewarded him almost immediately. Having gotten a mouthful from Todd's first blast, she pulled him back out of her mouth and took the second shot on the neck and breasts. Eddie managed to catch Todd in mid-squirt, some semen aleady draping Denise's neck and some still shooting through the air. Denise took number three the same way, then, sensing a lessening in the flow, recaptured Todd's glans, working her tongue along the underside, adding to his stimulation. The flow picked up again, and Denise was forced to swallow the overflow, but she held off, maintaining a large quantity in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Dina was doing her best to emulate Denise's example. She took three strong shots from Bobby, distracted by the novel feeling of the flow hitting the back of her mouth, before pulling back to take a dusting of sperm on her breasts. She didn't quite make it soon enough; shot number four washed across her nose, lips and chin before she could get him re- oriented. Bobby pumped three strong shots across her breasts before she replaced his flagging member in the warm, wet cave of her mouth. Eddie's timing wasn't quite as good, but he had plenty of action to work with.

Todd got his knees back under control, and Bobby stopped lunging; the girls just waited, sucking their glanses gently. When they appeared to have recovered a bit, Eddie roused them with "Okay, time for the publicity shot! Bobby, lean forward a bit. Everybody look toward me and smile!" The girls pulled back and laid the heads of the boy's cocks on their tongues and looked toward the camera, while Bobby and Todd did the same, grinning like fools. Eddie took two slightly different shots, then a third when Dina winked. He then circled behind the boys for the over the shoulder shot of the girls' smiling, cum-filled mouths. Again, he took two shots, slightly different, in an effort to ensure getting one good one. "Okay, that's got it!" he announced, lowering the camera.

"Good," sounded behind him, "You want to tell me what this is all about?"



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Chapter 69: Discovery


Helen had put in a long hard day shift at McGinty's and was somewhat disheartened at not seeing Big Al at some point. He'd said all of the right things during his departure on Sunday afternoon, but she was still uncertain of her ability to hold onto the big lug. Just after she let herself in, a pair of loud groans emanated from the den, followed by the flash of a camera. Helen dropped her coat and purse in the living room, and stole to the doorway to the den.

There she beheld a strange sight. Denise was on her knees, kneeling on a sheet with her top off, obviously just finishing giving a blowjob to a tall, dark-haired boy. Dina Nellis was similarly engaged with young Bobby (there was an undercurrent of embarrassment as she remembered their relationship, now that she was involved with his father). And Denise's new boyfriend, who had seemed to be such a nice boy, was wandering around, wielding a camera!

As Helen watched, Denise's boyfriend (Eddie?) took a couple more pictures, and announced, "Okay, that's got it!"

Helen lowered the boom, "Good, you want to tell me what this is all about?"

Everyone jumped about a foot. "Momma!" Denise squealed. "I- We- Uh!"

Dina was up like a shot, dashing over to Helen. "Okay, okay, take it easy. There IS an explanation for all this, and I'm gonna provide it!"

Helen regarded her daughter skeptically over Dina's shoulder. "I thought you were done with all this?" Denise colored. Helen turned to Eddie, "And I thought YOU were the instrument of her deliverance!" Now Eddie blushed.

"That's as good a place to start as any," Dina said easily. While everybody admired her ability to remain unruffled, Dina continued, "Neesey wasn't QUITE finished. She'd made a commitment to Toddie here (indicating the now blushing Todd), then welshed on it VERY publicly. Toddie needed to have his rep repaired, and there needed to be absolutely no question that the event happened - thus the pictures. We added Bobby as a witness, since pictures can be doctored."

"And you?" Helen asked, smirking.

Dina dimpled, "I just couldn't resist."

"Uh, I'd like to say something." Eddie announced, diffidently.

"Go ahead," responded Helen.

"Denise isn't giving up sex - that was part of the ground rules we started dating under. Denise needs a man who can handle it if she wanders a bit. I knew that going in. Even if I'm her main squeeze, she may want more, periodically. I'm committed to that attitude, and - uh - I'd like to be able to prove it."

Helen glanced over and took in Denise, still kneeling, her heart pouring out through her eyes as she gazed at Eddie. "How?" she asked.

"Uh, with a picture. Anybody that looks at it will know I understand and approve."

Helen tilted her head. "I'm intrigued."

"Cool!" Dina gushed, "What's the plan?"

Eddie pondered, "I thought maybe Denise could stay as she is. Todd can come around and stand on her right, and - can we borrow Bobby for a sec?"

Dina looked to Bobby, who nodded. "Sure!"

"Okay," Eddie continued, "Denise can hold a hard cock in each hand; I'll go around behind her and rub her shoulders..."

"That is SO UTTERLY COOL!" Dina exploded.

Helen had to admit, it was one hell of a gesture. Eddie turned to her, "Would you take the picture?" Helen nodded, and accepted the camera. What a nice boy!

"Of course," Dina noted diffidently, "We have to get the cocks hard again..."

Denise grinned and began jacking Todd's cock, which she had yet to let go of, despite the disruption. Dina ran over and knelt to bring Bobby's cock back to life. Given their young ages, both boys were erect rather quickly. Dina acted as stage manager, placing them while Eddie moved up behind Denise and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "Okay!" Dina shouted, "Everybody smile!"

Emulating Eddie, Helen took two pictures, from slightly different locations. When she was done, Denise jumped up and kissed Eddie, mashing him to her wet breasts, crying openly. After a couple of minutes, she got control of herself. "Momma!" she announced, "I've got to reward my man!"

Helen smiled gently. She agreed with her daughter; this one was special! "Take him upstairs, then." Turning to the others she roared, "The rest of you characters, get outta here! I've got stuff to do, and despite appearances, I'm not running a whorehouse!"

They got.



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Chapter 70: Just reward


Denise all but dragged Eddie upstairs. He had gotten rock hard during the photo shoot, but was in no mood for a blowjob - which was just as well, because Denise had no intention of having him settle for one. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them she shucked out of her skirt and panties, and kicked them off to the side, then flowed into his arms. "You are so sweet," she murmured, nibbling his ear - but the tear machine started up again and she couldn't keep it up. She squeezed herself against him while her shoulders shook with her sobs. He gently wrapped brawny arms around her and murmured soothing words while she got herself together again.

After a bit, she stepped back, and began unbuttoning his shirt, rubbing his chest. She kissed him, then stood back enough to work at his cuff buttons while he took in her beauty. 'God! What an angel!' he thought. "Baby, you don't have to give me anything..." he murmured, trying to be gallant.

"Oh, yes I do! You deserve it, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't give it to you!"

"No, its okay, Baby - I don't need any blowjob..."

"Blowjobs are for casual acquaintances!" Denise announced, tartly, "You're MY MAN - and MY MAN deserves a lot more than any old blowjob!" She drew his head to one of her pert breasts, and rolled her head back, sighing, as his lips locked around her nipple.

Eddie was done fighting. He wasn't sure what Denise was planning, but if it was what she seemed to be hinting... Hell, it didn't matter! He was gonna unload in his pants from sucking her tits!

Denise was soaking wet and firecracker hot. She reluctantly pulled him off her breast, then knelt and began to undo his trousers. Swiftly she undid his zipper, and tugged downward on his jeans and shorts. Eddie's cock lunged free as they passed his knees. "OH-MY-GOD!" she exclaimed. The thing was over nine inches, and it wasn't fully erect! Quickly, she knelt and helped him to kick out of his Adidas and extract his legs from his jeans, then she stood and flowed into his arms again, thinking 'God! He's all muscle, especially THAT one!' while he simultaneously wondered at her softness and warmth.

Then they kissed... and kissed... and kissed some more, tongues dueling, lips crushed together as they literally tried to flow into one another. Finally, weak-kneed, Denise backed off and sat on the bed, holding onto Eddie's hand. A glance at his crotch showed that his cock was like an iron bar and - God! - almost eleven inches long! Denise whimpered as she slid back onto the bed, dragging Eddie with her. He crawled up alongside her and lay on his side, intending to caress her, but she was through being gentle. Gazing into his eyes, she declared, "I'm too hot for foreplay. I need for you to put that monster in me! I - I can't give you my cherry, but I haven't been handing it out. There have been only two others, and one of them..." She stopped, and did not continue, this having been the closest she'd ever come to telling anyone that she'd been raped at age 12, that the perpetrator had taken advantage of her youth and innocence, and that the event had left her self-image severely tarnished.

For his part, Eddie picked up on the obvious omission, and vowed to pursue it at a later date. In the meantime, he had a woman making urgent demands on his hands. He leaned down and kissed her, murmuring, "I don't know how long I can last..."

Denise took it in both hands; there was no way it was going anywhere but inside her. "Then you'll just stay hard and cum again!" she declared. She KNEW he would, so... 

She began rubbing the head between her soaking labia. The sensations were so intense as to be almost painful for both of them. In moments, Eddie stiffened, moaned "Oh, God!" and began spewing his potent sperm in huge gouts. Denise was not to be denied. When she felt his penis begin to swell, she parked the head against her vaginal tunnel and held it there, seating the head in the opening. She held his bucking hose through seven huge gouts, as Eddie flooded her vagina. The sensation of him spraying those long streams of cum against the back of her vagina and cervix was exquisite, and caused her hips to buck in a small orgasm, the rippling effect of which dilated her vaginal opening, allowing the head of Eddie's penis to penetrate the tight channel. They lay there gasping for a moment, neither of them able to move as the after effects of their orgasms flowed through them. "God, I'm so sorry, Baby!" Eddie exclaimed, mortified.

Denise smiled easily, "Don't be! It was good already, and I KNOW you're not done..."

And she was right. There was NO WAY that Eddie's erection was going down as long as its head was enveloped in that hot wet clasp. In a moment, Eddie gave in to the temptation and began slowly inching his rock hard length back and forth in that hot, velvety grip. The huge volume of his initial orgasm mixed with Denise's lubricants and smoothed the way for them both as he began to rock his penis into her tight confines. He was gentle, and she had no complaints; the occasional twinge always caused him to stop until her expression cleared. Finally, his tip was at her cervix, and if he wasn't QUITE balls deep, what little was left wouldn't matter. Both of them knew that she would adjust to accommodate him. Denise had him hold still for a moment, savoring the exquisite fullness - but then HER hips gave them away, as they began to lurch from the inescapable imperative to complete the act. Eddie reacted to the demands of her loins, and began to set a rhythm that allowed him to slowly lengthen his strokes as the grip of her vagina loosened somewhat. Surprisingly, he was only a few strokes in when he reached down to stroke her love button, and - on contact - she threw a HUGE orgasm. "AIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" A full-throated scream of joy erupted from her lips as she began lunging madly against him. Eddie could no longer control the rhythm of his strokes; it was all he could do to hang on! Denise bucked and thrashed, while her tunnel rippled and clamped around Eddie's erection, causing him an excruciating mix of pain and pleasure. Only the fact that he had cum hugely moments before kept him from another orgasm.

Denise's scream brought Helen running upstairs in her housecoat. Standing in the open doorway, she took in her daughter's glazed eyes, and joyful moans, her boyfriend's expression of mixed shock and joy, and knew that no one had been hurt. Absently, she belted her housecoat - but she knew that the look of wonder on Eddie's face had absolutely nothing to do with having seen her nearly nude. In fact, she could tell that her presence had barely registered with him; his whole consciousness was centered on that fleshy probe between her daughter's legs!

Denise's movements again became coordinated, and her eyes took on intelligence, but little shudders of joy continued to pulse through her. Looking up at Eddie with starry eyes, she cried "Again, Lover! Again!" and began rolling her hips. Eddie nodded, and again began to stroke, lowering his head to sup from her lips.

Helen stood transfixed as the size of Eddie's cock became apparent from his long strokes. 'Good Lord!' she thought, 'We sure can pick 'em!' Silently she turned away and padded off.

In the next fifteen minutes, Eddie rocked Denise's world four more times before the milking action of her spasming pussy took him beyond the limits of his control. On orgasm, Eddie buried himself so deep that Denise's cervix dilated around the head of his cock as he fired gout after gout of sperm directly into her womb. If Denise hadn't been on the Pill, pregnancy would undoubtedly have ensued from that first act! Afterward, the pair lay for long minutes in a satiated drowse.

Denise came to herself with the thought, 'Now THAT was sex!' Her previous two experiences hadn't prepared her for this! The first had been more than mildly unpleasant; the second had been nice - but THIS! One time, and she was addicted! God! What a ride!

If anything, Eddie was even more surprised! He aroused himself from the after effects of a mind-bending experience to discover Denise beaming at him with love pouring out of her starry eyes. If he hadn't been before, Eddie was done for. Emotion poured over him in a flood.

"Now you've done it!" Denise announced in a shaky voice, "Now you're gonna have to do that over and over until it kills us both! I don't want you out of my sight - ever! When I'm 450, and my tits sag to my ankles, I want to feel your love muscle pounding me EVERY NIGHT!"

Eddie put on a poker face. "I guess I'll just have to suffer through it, then..." he countered.

"Oh! You!" Denise began attempting to tickle him, something that wasn't terribly effective, but eventually loosed a flood upon her sheets as he withdrew from her. "My God! The wet spot's a wading pool! There must be a half gallon of sperm here!" she exclaimed, giggling. "Good thing I didn't blow you - I'd have drowned!"

The pair got up and cleaned off, then snuggled and necked for some time. Eventually, Eddie wandered home, but it wasn't quick, and it wasn't easy on the two lovers. Denise staggered into the kitchen to find her mother and sister both grinning from ear to ear. "So, how was Eddie?" Mandi asked, grinning wolfishly.



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Chapter 71: Wasted apologies


Tim collected Dolores that afternoon and drove her home, a move that was already assuming the familiarity of habit. As soon as the car was in motion, Dolores scooted up next to Tim, put her head on his shoulder, and dropped her hand into his lap. Tracing the outline of his slowly erecting cock through his pants, she inquired, "Tonight?"

"No, not tonight." Tim's voice was a study in exasperation. Who'd have thought HE'D be holding HER back!

"Are you sure?" she teased, trying her best to make the teasing of her fingers unbearable, "It's gonna be okay, since yesterday..."

"I know." Yes, yesterday morning had been an eye-opener. Caught with his own cock in his wife's mouth, Marcus Brown's protectiveness of his daughter had basically gone by the boards. Tim could have had her yesterday morning, in her own bedroom, but - dammit! - he was trying to make it special!

"Then why? Why do we have to wait?" Dolores' voice was an urgent whine.

Thus far, Tim had been able to keep the details of his plan secret - although it had taken two hours of glorious 69ing to make her tired and satiated enough not to press the morning before. Tim loved her love nectar, and she'd provided it in copious quantities while humming around her efforts to ingest his entire cock. She must have choked a hundred times, and he'd been wet from navel to knees with her saliva before she was satisfied with her efforts to get MOST of his cock in her throat. He'd cum three times, and to be frank, today he was a little sore... 

Dolores had laughingly told Mandi during third period that she'd about had her clit tongued off, but she'd been wistful when talking about Tim's cock. Mandi had smiled 'that smile' - the one that goes with the glow of satiety. Mandi had that glow constantly these days, and Rick? Rick seemed to be stronger, more masterful and confident every day. They were definitely VERY good for each other... 'Why is Tim waiting?' Dolores wondered. 'I've been ready for days, and he knows it! What's wrong?' As Tim pulled up in front of Brown's, she caught his eye and gave voice to the query, "What's wrong, Sweetie?"

"Nothing," Tim was gruff from the effects of the teasing - both types, "I just want it to be right, is all."

"Sweetie, we could do the bunny hop right here in the car in broad daylight, and it would be 'right' as far as I'm concerned!" Dolores exclaimed. "What're you waiting for?"

Tim sighed, and gathered her in, cupping a breast. He'd have to tell her, or she'd get weird ideas in her head... Lack of communication can ruin a relationship. "Look, Baby, Rick and I went to some trouble to get real nice rooms - a suite! - for after the Prom. I want to do this in comfort, and in a place of my own choosing, after a wonderful evening. I want this to be just perfect for you! I don't wanna have to worry about somebody's parents busting in, or having to be quiet, or not mess up the bed. I wanna be able to give you everything you want, for as long as you want, without any distractions - except maybe listening to Mandi moaning next door!" That last thought brought him a wide grin as he uttered it.

"Oh! Oh, that's SO sweet!" Dolores snuggled up and bussed him one, a little teary-eyed. "I thought maybe you'd decided you didn't want me!"

"Huh! Not likely! Okay if I come back about six?" Tim looked at her sidelong.

"Sure. What d'ya want to do?"

"I figured we'd just snuggle and watch TV - unless you want to do something else?"

"Well, I had something in mind, but I guess it'll have to wait 'til Saturday!" Delores winked and grinned as she extracted her books. "See ya later, Sugar!"

"Bye, Baby!" Tim wheeled off to do his homework.

Terry collected Jackie, much as Tim had Dolores. While the pair weren't as immediately demonstrative in the car, Jackie DID snuggle up as tight as the vehicle's seats would allow. Nonverbal communication was still the order of the day with the pair, and after an exchange of glances, Terry drove to Jackie's without ever verbalizing the question. Similarly, there was no formal invitation into the house - Terry just collected his books from the car as Jackie did hers, and followed her in. When Jackie asked "Wanna Coke?" it was the first words that they had addressed to one another since he'd wrapped his arms around her in the parking lot. As she moved off to get them drinks, Terry frowned at the task chair parked in front of her workstation. Looking around, he spied a piano bench in front of a keyboard along the adjoining wall. Grinning to himself, he swapped them. Jackie, returning with the Cokes, raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and settled down to his left, molding her right hip to his left. They went to work, conversing easily, pushing their way through English and World History homework before resuming their Data Processing project. Two hours later, Jennifer found them still sitting there, Terry's arm around Jackie while she hit the spacebar on her computer in time to his "Step... step... step..." While she was watching, Terry announced "Hold it! There it is! Put a semicolon there!" He planted a big kiss on Jackie, then continued, "Okay, let's run it again!"

Jennifer approached cautiously, fascinated, "What are you two doing?"

"Debugging code," Jackie answered distractedly, as they watched the program run again, "Need anything, Mama?"

"No, I'm just thinking about dinner," Jennifer replied, making a serious effort to be non-confrontational, "Will Terry be staying much longer?"

Terry glanced at his watch. "Yikes! Can I use your phone?" he asked Jennifer.

"Yes..." she replied.

Jackie asked, "Is it an issue?"

"No," Jennifer replied, "I just wanted to get a headcount for dinner..."

Jackie looked momentarily surprised, then yelled, "Terry! Dinner?"

Terry interjected the coded request into his phone call, "Yeah, I know, Mom, - we got busy debugging code and... Well, don't hold it up. In fact... Can I stay for dinner here? Ms. Hardesty says its okay..." Terry locked eyes with Jennifer, ensuring that he wasn't lying. Jennifer nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I'm sure. You wanna talk to her? Okay. See you about..." Jackie flashed all of the fingers of both hands "Ten? Okay. Bye!"

Terry padded back to the piano bench. Jennifer addressed them both. "So, what do you want for dinner? We've got that lasagna in the fridge..."

The pair exchanged a glance, and Jackie responded, "Sure! Terry likes lasagna!"

Jennifer stood there a moment, perplexed. "Do you two ever communicate in complete sentences?"

This drew a collective "Huh?" from the pair, who regarded each other for a moment and began laughing. "I'm afraid we don't notice," Jackie related, diffidently. "I always KNOW - and Terry does, too."

"Well, it looks like telepathy from here! Weird!" Jennifer turned away and walked out.

The pair shared another glance. "Yeah," Jackie murmured, "I think she's starting to get used to you... Maybe that, too, although I don't think I'll rub her nose in it."

The pair went back to work.

Tim returned to Dolores' at about 6 p.m., and was let in by a somewhat diffident Marcus Brown. Once he was planted on the couch, Marcus quietly gathered their attention by standing there in the vicinity and clearing his throat. "I - uh - I wanted to say sumpthin' about yesterday. I got kinda carried away - we don't normally get that public about sex around here. I'm sure Dolores has never even seen us..."

"Don't bet on it, Poppa! I've seen you put the bone to Mama a bunch of times! You guys aren't too quiet, and you don't look around much when you're goin' at it. I imagine I've been entertained AND educated!" Dolores' outburst brought dead silence, which she filled after a moment with, "Of course, they USUALLY stay in the bedroom..."

Tim took up the torch. "Well, I don't really see how it's any of my business what you do in your own home, except possibly when I'm around... And frankly, I was 'entertained and educated' yesterday. That was quite an exhibition, Sir! You seem to be hung like the urban legends claim, too!"

"That was no cocktail weenie Dolores dragged outta your pants, either, and if anything, it proves a few 'urban legends' to be bullshit!" Marcus replied.

Padma was as red as she could get. "Boys, do we have to do this?" Both men laughed coarsely. Marcus plopped into the recliner, and dragged Padma onto his lap.

Dolores broke through the mirth with a question, "Poppa, you ride Mama regularly. How come I don't have any brothers and sisters?"

Marcus sobered a bit, then replied, "Well, Daughter, during the last war, I was given an involuntary vasectomy by some shrapnel during a rocket attack. Army doctors thought it was pretty funny; I got a couple of cuts in my ass and thighs, and two went through and went snick - all without taking my pecker out of action. I think they thought I was whacking off. Anyway, by the time I got back to the field hospital, there basically wasn't much to be done. Besides, it wasn't up their alley..."

"You mean all this time we coulda fucked?!" Dolores burst out.

Shocked silence. Padma went white. Everybody's eyes were huge - even Dolores' when she realized just what she'd said.

"Daughter!" Padma hissed, "That's incest!"

Dolores stuck to her guns. "Yeah, so? I KNOW things are pretty loose where YOU come from! You watched Uncle Rajiv like a hawk when he was here, to keep him away from me, but we still had some interesting talks. And I was in the closet the night you swapped with him and Aunt Sashi. I'd have never gotten any sleep, anyway - Aunt Sashi's a screamer!" This brought a significant look between the elder Browns, and a grin to Tim.

"Dolores," Marcus was pained; he seemed to be distressed less than Padma, but was still unhappy, "there are good reasons for incest to be considered wrong - besides, it's against the law!"

Tim decided to horn in, if only to assure Dolores of his support. "The main objective reason that incest is considered wrong is that it's bad genetics, and can cause birth defects. You've just told Dolores that it doesn't apply here. The second reason is to protect young children from being abused in their own homes. My friend Rick and I have had long talks about this one, and he's about won me over to the idea that once a young person is sexually mature, it's a safer, more secure thing to have him or her introduced to sex by a loved one than some stranger in the back seat of a car!"

"What you must think of us!" Padma wailed.

Tim smiled gently. "I think that your daughter is a very independent young lady, who thinks for herself. I think she's highly sexed, and that it comes from being good stock and coming from a healthy home where she wasn't exposed to a bunch of foolish notions."

"It's STILL against the law!" Marcus rumbled.

"So's a blowjob in more states than I can think of. Wouldn't you like to get a hold of the bastards that did that?" Tim chuckled, and Marcus followed suit. "So what's REALLY bothering you?" Tim asked gently.

"If the little shit had crawled into bed with me, I mighta done it... And I'd have felt awful, afterwards."

"Poppa, I'm not twelve anymore. And you can't rape the willing!" Dolores declared.

Marcus stood there, shaking his head. "Well, you've got Tim, now..."

"... So it's a dead issue? I'd be surprised!" Tim laughed. Turning to Dolores, he asked, "Baby, do you want me to let your Poppa do this?"

Dolores folded her arms across her chest and frowned. "No, we've got plans, and I wouldn't cancel them for the world. But he's not off the hook!" she announced, giving her father the eye. Turning to Tim, she asked, "You don't have a problem with it, do you?" Dolores deployed her big, puppy dog eyes.

Tim smiled. "If I did, the conversation would never have gotten this far."

"Very true!" Padma huffed, "Do you have any idea what a risk you just ran? If your man Tim was as narrow minded as some of the scuts your father works with, he'd have been out the door in a flash - and we'd have had to move away to deal with the shame, because it would have been all over town in no time! You embarrassed your Poppa and I a dozen times in three minutes! I'm very angry with you, Daughter! I thought you had better sense!"

"If I can't have an open conversation with the three people I love most in the whole world..."

"Okay, okay! You've made your opinions known! Doesn't mean your mother and I have to abide by them! You show up in MY bed without in invite, and I'll spank your ass!" Marcus turned to Tim. "You're your father's son. I'm sorry - I thought I was doin' okay as a parent. Now I'm not too sure. I hope the silly twit can hang onto you - it's probably too late to send her to a convent!"

"Relax, Marcus. I'm happy that she feels comfortable sharing her inner feelings with me - I hope she never stops!" (Dolores stuck her tongue out at her mother) "I might need to borrow your razor strap, though..." (Dolores whirled and goggled at him) "She's pretty precocious."

Marcus grinned. "Remind me to show you where I hang it! Wanna beer?"

Tim grinned. "I'll go with you." The two men headed for the kitchen.

Padma regarded her daughter. "Good God! What were you thinking, Daughter?"

Dolores folded her arms across her chest. "I have a plan, Mama - and you're gonna like it! You're gonna work on Poppa, and I'm gonna work on Tim - and I'm gonna get some little brothers and sisters! You can start tonight by giving Poppa a little taste of his fantasy!" She turned and stalked off, leaving Padma open-mouthed.

Dinner at Hardesty's was a quiet affair. Jennifer heated the lasagna and set the seldom-used dining room table, then went into the den to collect Terry and her daughter. She found them where she had left them, seated on the piano bench - although not much homework was getting done, and it was obvious that they'd just finished a kiss. Terry's arm was still wrapped around Jackie's waist, and her head rested on his shoulder. "Dinner!" Jennifer announced.

The pair arrived in the dining room fairly quickly, and they all settled in to eat, Terry across the circular table from Jennifer, with Jackie occupying the seat between them. After a few bites, Jennifer looked up. "Terry, I'm sorry I've been such a jerk. We haven't had a whole lot of luck around here where males are concerned, and I just flipped out."

Terry looked up, somewhat surprised, and said, "No problem, Ms. Hardesty. My folks are a little confused, too. Jackie and I seem to have gone from zero to sixty in 3.8 seconds. It all takes a little getting used to."

"When I look at the pair of you, though... It's just amazing! There's a - I don't know - comfort, between you. It's not the way I remember any of my relationships... I'm jealous!"

"Well, it was probably sensible for you to be concerned, Mama. We pushed the edge of the envelope a couple of times. But I don't think you've ever been here. Even my friends can't understand how it is with us. I don't try to analyze it, though. It's enough to experience it."

"Do you think it's something that could happen to you and someone else?" Jennifer was fascinated.

"No." Terry took up the thread. "It's an affinity of some kind. It's too perfect to be general. Some people might approach it after they've been married for ten years or so - but not 'naturally' like this."

"It's empathy - or telepathy - or something! I can't explain it, but the moment I touched Terry's hand at the dance, it was like we were suddenly connected! I know I'm safe with Terry; I know he would rather cut off an arm than hurt me! I don't think - I know!" Jackie declared passionately.

Jennifer glanced at Terry, and found him blushing, eyes downcast. When he looked up, she discovered tears there. "Yeah," he said, simply.



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Chapter 72: The plan


Padma followed her daughter into the den, and hissed, urgently, "Daughter! What are you talking about?"

Dolores smiled, "First, let's clear the air a bit. Who took your virginity, Mama?"

Padma stared. Dolores looked back confidently, telling her all she needed to know. Dropping her eyes, Padma husked, "Your uncle Ganesh."

Dolores nodded, "I told you that Uncle Rajiv and I had quite a conversation. Was that the only time?"

Padma sighed. "No, we were lovers for several weeks before Papa caught us. He whipped us both soundly, and sent Ganesh away for several months..."

"... And even that didn't stop you, did it?" Dolores grinned.

"No. Time, and distance, and my love for your father ended that part of our relationship. How did you loosen your Uncle Rajiv's tongue?"

"He was trying to prove that getting a blowjob from his thirteen year old niece was no big deal. I agreed with him. Besides, he had talented fingers!" Dolores laughed. After her initial expression of shock faded, Padma shared her daughter's grin. Dolores continued brusquely, "So, let's forget the big outrage thing over incest."

"What did you mean about having brothers and sisters?"

"Mama, I KNOW you want more children - and Poppa does, too! Until today, I never understood why it didn't happen."

"I'm too old."

"Not yet, you're not - but by the time Timmie and I finish college and I'm ready, you will be! I propose that we fill in that time productively - that way you won't have to wait five years to have children running around here - that aren't even YOURS!"

"Daughter, telling you did not cure your father's condition!" Padma announced.

"No, but now that I'm aware of it, I can make both of you look at the alternatives!"

"Adoption? Artificial insemination? I would not spit on your father's pride with the former, and I'm too old to start in with the latter. Besides, it's too clinical. It's not a family thing. We'd never know who the sperm donor was, or what we would get. I couldn't saddle your father with the expense and the pain of probably a dozen monthly trips to some clinic before an injection of some unknown person's spunk made me pregnant."

"I was thinking of something a whole lot more personal," Dolores replied. Padma raised her eyebrow, and Dolores continued, "Poppa would give his left nut to take me to bed, right?" Padma looked unhappy, but slowly nodded. "And once he's done that, he'll be somewhat pliable on the idea of you sleeping with another man, won't he - especially if he gets to plug your other end?" Padma's eyes got wide, and Dolores' grin widened. "I was hiding in my hidey hole the night Poppa and Uncle Rajiv did you! Man, you were mellow for a week after that!" Padma blushed and hid her face. "I know that Timmy will support me - but it'd be more fun if he got to participate... Depending on Poppa's mood, we can be straight up about it, or there can be an 'accident' with a bad rubber..."

"Child, you forget the obvious! The children would be half white! Think of your father's pride!"

"So? We can tell other people anything we want! Oops! You got the wrong sperm sample..."

"No! I refuse to be party to it!" Padma was vehement.

Dolores, on the other hand, was sly, "Oh, you'll help all right - because step one is something you can't resist! Tonight, you'll pretend to be me in bed - and Poppa will fuck your brains out!"

"I-! Oh!" Padma turned and stomped out. Dolores continued to grin. Maybe not tonight, but before the week was out, her mother would succumb to the temptation. If necessary, she would forget who had planted the seed. Dolores would know when her father started looking at her differently; the only thing left to do would be to reel in the fish.

In the kitchen, the men were just cracking the beer. "So, when am I gonna see grandchildren?" Marcus asked.

The question had its desired effect; Tim blew beer all over the place. Wiping his mouth, Tim faced the grinning Marcus and responded, "Shouldn't we marry first?"

"You gonna?" Marcus kept up the pressure.

"Yeah. Don't see why not. Soon, too, probably. But, to answer your first question, not until we've done college. You're gonna have to wait at least four years."

"Too bad. Padma sure wants to hear the sound of little feet runnin' the halls." Marcus took a swig, ruminating. "She thinks I don't hear her snifflin' at night. I got cut just after Dolores was born an' Padma wanted a big family."

"Why haven't you guys done anything?"

"What, go to one of them clinics?" Marcus held up the beer bottle and assumed a character: " 'This here specimen came from a drunk who gave blood across the street for his next bottle. I think he's dead now - but he was black!' Or how 'bout THIS one - 'Yew wanna know what color the donor was? Hell, I dunno!'" Marcus frowned. "I ain't rollin' the dice with some loser's sperm..."

"Maybe you can find a friend to donate - someone who you approve of..." Tim hazarded, "Kind of keep it in the family." Tim tilted up his bottle.

Marcus looked at him. And looked at him. And looked some more. Tim became aware of the silence and blushed scarlet. "I didn't mean ME! I mean, I like Padma - don't get me wrong - but the child would be sorta white..."

"Time was when I'd have quibbled about that..." Marcus mumbled. "Forget it - I was just pullin' your leg." The pair turned to leave the room just as Padma roared in under a full head of steam. "What's eatin' you?" Marcus asked.

"That daughter of ours! The crazy ideas she comes up with!" Padma glanced at Tim and turned totally scarlet, "Uh, I'll tell you later - maybe..."

The men exchanged a confused glance, and Tim went out to the living room to join Dolores.

The rest of the evening was quietly domestic; the young couple did some half-hearted necking on the couch while watching TV, and generally took comfort in each other. Marcus and Padma looked on while pretending not to. Tim wandered home about 9:30. And Dolores' plans lay dormant this night.



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Chapter 73: Home life, version 3.0


Merry arrived home shortly after five p.m. from what, despite her fears, had turned out to be an excellent day. As she entered the house, she realized that it was fortunate that she habitually arrived before Robert, because he had yet to define proper procedure upon her arrival, should he be home: Should she report to him first, or get undressed first? Should she strip at the door, or go upstairs and put everything away? Not asking these questions was a sure way to accumulate punishment; she made a mental note to do so.

Humming, she went upstairs to disrobe, and was surprised to find both of her offspring at home alone for the first time in several days. Passing Rick's room, she noticed him sitting at his desk, working. She stopped and stuck her head in the door, "Hello, Rick! Where's Mandi?"

Rick looked up from his work, his eye catching the movement as she began to unconsciously unbutton her blouse. "Hi, Mum. I have a tutoring session to give tonight, and Mandi has heavy homework, so we decided to see if we could survive an evening without one another."

"And?" Merry asked, smiling gently as she unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse, which was already gaping from neck to navel.

"Well, I can do it - I knew that - but missing her is always something hanging in the back of my mind. And you reminding me of what I'm missing doesn't help!" he responded with a significant glance at her striptease.

"Oh! Sorry - I'm just getting ready for your father to come home. I don't want him to catch me dressed! But you've seen me naked, recently. What's the big deal?"

"Watching you GET undressed has its own appeal, independent from the end state. You might bear that in mind..." Rick replied, then, very ostentatiously, resumed his work. "I'll be going out in about 30 minutes, and I probably won't be home for dinner," he continued, without looking up.

"Okay, Dear," Merry replied, and swung on.

Dina was standing in the doorway to her room, smirking. "Rick's right. If Pop catches you teasing him with a striptease, he might punish you by making you follow through! Wouldn't THAT be just awful?!" Obviously, from her tone, she didn't think so.

Merry ignored the ploy. "Where's Bobby?"

"He just let me off," Dina replied, "We spent some time at Denise's."

Merry nodded, and entered her room, completing her undress, and putting away her clothing. Dina came to the door. "How was your first day as the new you?" she asked.

"Not as bad as expected. In fact, I got a couple of compliments!" Merry replied, smiling.

"Yeah?"

"I forgot myself and leaned over Bert's desk, and he got an eyeful. I thought I was going to have to call the paramedics?"

"What did he say?" Dina asked, thinking, 'Poor old Fudd... '

"He said he wouldn't mind if I went a bit further..."

"Ho ho ho! You tell Pop that, and he might lend you to him for his birthday, or something!" Dina roared.

"Gawd! Don't give him any ideas!" Merry grinned despite herself, even as she colored. "Well, time to look into dinner. You'll be home, I take it?"

"Uh huh." Dina turned back toward her room. Merry headed for the kitchen.

"I'm home!" It was a touch after six when Robert made this announcement, closing the door behind him. "I don't know why I do that," he grumbled to himself as he hung his hat and coat in the hall closet, "nobody cares!"

Merry picked up the announcement in the middle of sliding a pan of twice-baked potatoes into the oven. She blinked, thought a moment, and banged the oven door closed while shucking her apron, then made for the front door at a dead run. On arrival, she dropped into the ready position before a startled Robert and murmured, "Good evening, Master!"

Robert was unable to conceal his delight! Now THIS was more like it! He reached down, cupping her chin, and brought her to her feet and her face to his lips, then kissed her, unhurriedly. Her response was everything he could have hoped for: Instead of the close-mouthed peck he was used to having to hunt down, she lingered as he did, her mouth opened, and her tongue came out to play as she melted against him. He hugged her to him for a moment, cupping her ass, before releasing her. She stood for a moment, then caught herself and again sank to the ready position. Robert stepped past and crooked a finger, at which signal she rose and followed him toward the den. Halfway there, however, she stopped. "Master?" she queried diffidently.

Robert looked back, prepared to be vexed, "Yes?"

"I was cooking, Master - I didn't get a chance to set the oven timer..." She dropped her eyes.

"Ah. Run along, then. Come back as soon as you can spend a few minutes." Robert turned and entered the den.

A VERY short time later, Merry appeared in the den with a glass of white wine in her hand. As she knelt to the right of his open recliner, Merry presented it, "Drink, Master?"

Robert took the glass and shifted it to his left hand. "So, tell me about your first day as a slave in the world of work. Did you carry out my instructions?"

"Yes, Master."

"All of them?"

"Yes, Master." At Robert's wave, Merry continued, "I spoke to Ann about the dress code. She told me that there was no formal code, that she set standards based upon job function, and that I had always far exceeded standards for my position, which are the most stringent. It took me a lot of time to make her understand what I wanted and why, Master. Eventually, I had to explain exactly why it was important. Ann promised to produce a document as soon as she gets guidance from the partners."

"So, Ann knows you are a slave?"

Merry dropped her eyes, "Yes, Master."

"What did Ann say about today's outfit?"

"She was concerned that I wasn't wearing a bra, Master. I told her that it was not negotiable. She countered that I should maintain one for court visits, at least."

Robert chuckled a bit. "Did she know you were not wearing panties?"

"She didn't ask, Master, but I thought it sensible to show her. She said something to the effect that my skirts should not allow me to display my crotch under normal circumstances."

Robert sat forward in his seat, and reached out to play with Merry's left breast. "She said that? 'Under normal circumstances'?"

"Yes, Master. She said that." Merry leaned into the caress.

"You realize it's an opening..." Merry nodded. "Did she say where on the sliding scale for your position you came in?"

"She merely said it was acceptable, Master, although I got the impression that it was not the bottom end. The brassiere thing bothered her, though."

"I'm sensing something else." Robert regarded Merry levelly.

Merry smiled. "Bert loved the outfit. I forgot myself and leaned over his desk, and I thought I was going to have to call an ambulance!"

Robert laughed, and caressed her cheek, playing with her curls in the process. "What did Bert think?"

"He said I had some distance to go before he would disapprove. He said that he must remember to thank you for being so considerate of his pleasure. I think he gets little enough, now that his wife has died..." Merry looked somewhat thoughtful.

"So, do you enjoy being pleasing to the eye of men?"

"Yes, Master!" Merry dimpled. In fact, she glowed!

"We shall have to turn it up a notch. Remind me after dinner."

"Yes, Master."

Robert settled back, drawing her with him. "Come sit on my lap." He paused, while she arranged herself upon him, then began idly abusing her right nipple. "And the other matter? Who did you find to represent us? Bert?"

Merry became surprisingly animated. "No, Master. I settled upon Alicia - and it was a good thing I did! Master - Alicia is a mistress! She has male slaves!"

Robert's eyebrows rose. "Really? Wow! And this is a good thing? I thought she was a feminist..."

"It appears, Master, that she understands that there are masters and mistresses and there are slaves, and if a slave is happy, well... Once she was sure that I had submitted myself of my own free will, everything was fine. She said that she would be happy to represent us, and that she might like to come by and see us at home when the first papers are ready!"

"Hmmm," Robert replied. "How do you know she's a mistress, by the way?"

"She showed me a picture, master - her standing over a slave in a leather outfit. Very sexy. She said she might ask you if she could get a similar picture of you and I. She also said she knew better than to ask me - it was not my place to commit my master to anything. I figure that's a pretty good indication that she's not up to anything. Besides, once it was out in the open, she just got incredibly friendly and helpful - like we were family, or something!"

Robert rubbed his jaw, "Okay, I'll go with your gut feeling on this. Seems too good to be true, though. You may tell Alicia that I will extend an invitation for her to visit when she's ready. Have her call me."

"Yes, Master."

Robert's attentions had caused Merry's nipples to become rigid and her breathing ragged. It was time to up the ante. "Bring me your punishment book."

"Master?" Merry blanched, then crawled off his lap to obey. In a few moments, she returned, knelt, and presented the book, her head bowed. "A slave begs to know how she has offended her master," she quavered.

"Silence." Robert directed gently. Merry held her peace while he scribbled in the book.

Finished, he presented it to her, open. "Read it aloud."

"It says today's date. 'A slave has done very well this day.' Oh! Thank you, Master!" Merry beamed and gushed.

"I will consider this entry when next I mete out punishment. I am very proud of you, Merry." Robert smiled, and Merry all but wriggled like a pup. "So, when will dinner be ready?" he asked, changing the subject.

"About 20 minutes, Master," Merry suddenly developed a concerned expression, "I should check it."

"You are excused." Robert sat back and sipped his wine, considering the pleasant jiggle of his slave/wife's ass as she exited the room. 'Tonight?' he thought, 'Maybe... '

Robert presided over a full family dinner for the first time in several days. Merry served, then knelt, positioned at Robert's right. Robert left her there for a time to impress upon everyone that this was the standard, then released her to eat at her normal position at the foot of the table. Rick did manage to dine with the family, although he was preoccupied, and left quickly. Robert found that he had little to contribute to the conversation, so he let his wife and daughter chatter without obstruction until he was done eating. Finished, he pushed back and uttered one word: "Silence."

Merry shut up in mid-sentence. Dina turned a challenging look upon her father, letting him know that such tactics would not work with her as a rule. Merry's silence was sufficient to end conversation, however, so open warfare did not result. Robert held Dina's eyes for a moment, then said, "Your mother survived her first day in her new wardrobe, but it's a bit limited. I wonder if you would accompany us to the mall?"

Dina mellowed. "Sure, Pop!"

Robert directed Merry. "Casual dress, to start. Work it out with Dina. Obviously, there's no reason to wear excess underclothing or anything you won't be wearing to work. Dress collar." Merry nodded, dropping her eyes, and Robert rose to make his own preparations.

As they rifled Dina's closet for a midriff top and a jean skirt, Dina questioned her mother, "So, how are you handling all this, Mum?"

Merry pondered while stepping into the skirt. "Well, the beatings aren't fun, but your father was right - I needed a lesson in proper respect. Toeing the line comes naturally, now that I've stopped worrying about my image as an independent woman. Robert isn't terribly capricious, and most punishments are mind games. And the sex..." Merry looked briefly dreamy. "I actually feel freer. I don't have to worry about what other people think. My job is simple: please my master - period."

"You know he'll beat you, no matter what," Dina cautioned.

"I know. If he lets me go, I'll get uppity. I'll deserve it, then. Mostly, though, I think he plans to use humiliation to keep me in my place. That's okay - it has spicy side-effects!" Merry grinned. "We'd better get downstairs."

En route to the mall, Robert briefed Dina. "Merry tells me that apart from a quibble over wearing a brassiere in the courtroom, her dress was fine today. In fact, Bert, her boss, indicated that she had some room to maneuver. Therefore, we will up the ante." Turning to Merry, he announced, "I'm sure that by now you've guessed that I want you right on the line. You're my display piece, and I want you on display!" Merry nodded, smiling gently. Returning his attention to Dina, he continued, "Further guidance was that she was not to display her crotch 'under normal circumstances'. I believe that leaves us some room for maneuver in skirt length - don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Dina agreed, "that should get us several inches above the knee, Pop! You DO sit with your knees together, don't you Mum?" She flashed a grin.

"Yes. So do you, as I remember," Merry replied.

" 'Under normal circumstances'." Was Dina's grinning rejoinder. "What about your ass?"

Merry frowned. "Uh, there was no specific guidance, but..."

"Robert laughed. "Dina, you're a shark! Unless you find something exceptional, we'll assume for the moment that 'crotch' includes the cheeks of Merry's butt."

Dina grinned and sank the needle again: "Mum looks good in midriff..."

Robert regarded Merry archly, "Think she's enjoying this?"

"Yes, Master. 'Way too much," was Merry's rueful reply

"Still, I guess we shouldn't short you on casual wear - I like the access!" Robert pulled Merry to him and cupped the bare underside of her right breast.

Merry moved to accommodate the touch and smiled, "Yes, Master."

On arrival, they exited the car, Dina in the lead, Merry following, and Robert taking up the rear. Robert stopped to retrieve a retractable dog leash before exiting the car. At the mall entrance, it caught Dina's eye. "What's that for, Pop?"

"Merry, should she act up. Never hurts to be prepared." Turning to Merry, he asked, "Speaking of being prepared, where is your punishment book?"

Merry stopped, threw a hand to her mouth, and looked crestfallen. "At home, Master."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "Remind me on our return."

Merry's response was very meek. "Yes, Master."

On arrival at Dina's preferred clothing store, Robert proffered further directions. "I'm thinking silk, or some other fabric that drapes well. I want it to be apparent when Merry's nipples are erect, even if the fabric IS opaque. Maximize cleavage. We'll allow for the season, but by summer, she can go sleeveless - and we'll be looking to display this..." he directed, raising Merry's right arm and tracing the line where her breast flowed into her armpit. He eyed Dina bleakly. "Tasteful. At least for work. We'll need four outfits - try to be able to mix and match. I'll be over there."

There ensued 90 minutes of frenzied activity across three different clothing stores, punctuated by one run-in with the female sales staff of one store when Robert insisted upon entering the dressing room with the women. Dina resolved it by declaring, "I'M not buying anything, and Pop's seen Mum naked before!" Notable was the halter outfit: a flared above the knee skirt and bolero jacket over a white halter top with a collar. With the jacket, no one would question it; without, the presentation was very effective. The halter had a removable inner support liner, but everyone knew that it would not see much service. Robert took one look and announced, "Tomorrow!"

Halfway through the return trip, Robert glanced over at Merry, and said mildly, "You can undress now." Merry blushed hotly - traffic wasn't THAT light, and there were several well-lit intersections to go - but she immediately began tugging her blouse off. While she was tugging her skirt off, the movement attracted the attention of a carload of teenage boys at a light, resulting in some loud appraisals of her charms. This caused considerable erosion of her hard-won calm. Robert smiled thinly and announced, "I could let you hide below the level of the dashboard - but you'll have to earn the privilege. You'll be less visible, but anyone who sees you will know EXACTLY what you're doing..."

"It's my decision, Master?"

"Yes. I don't have to draw you a picture about what you'll be doing..."

"No, Master." Merry sat facing front, while she evaluated her options. Giving a blowjob wouldn't exactly make her invisible, although it WOULD hide her face and the effort would be a distraction.

Somehow the boys managed to return at the next light. They had a good minute and a half to go nuts - and Robert encouraged them. "Wave to the nice boys, Merry," Robert directed, "In fact, wave THEM at the boys, Merry!"

Obedient while blushing bright red, Merry shook her shoulders, causing a fetching wobble. Pandemonium erupted in the next car as six boys tried to hang out of four windows to get an unimpeded view.

"Fuck it!" Not to be outdone, Dina doffed her top and pressed her breasts to the right rear window. More loud appreciation filled the air.

Robert checked the rearview. Not everyone was thrilled. A matron in the car behind was on the verge of apoplexy. The light changed, and Robert drove sedately onward. The boys hung in for another two blocks before reluctantly proceeding straight while Robert turned left.

Merry was flushed and breathing raggedly. Somehow the whole thing had become a tremendous turn-on. "Master," she gasped, "can I have that cock now?" Robert nodded, and Merry dove for his zipper. Quickly she unzipped him, then undid his belt so that she could loosen the snap and have more room to work. Inhaling his sweaty musk caused a wave to course through her soaking twat all by itself! She knelt up and began worshiping Robert's erection.

Robert was seriously surprised! The blowjob was a labor of lust. Robert reached across and sank a finger between Merry's open, wet nether lips, and she moaned loudly around her efforts to swallow him whole. Robert added a finger, and Merry became frantic! The last two blocks to the house were negotiated in a haze. Robert could barely spare brainpower to drive. He pulled into the garage, and not even signaling the door to close, erupted from the car. "Get out here!" he roared over Merry's disappointed whine, and dragged her across the seat and out the driver's door. When she reached her feet, he thrust her over the hood of the car (which was an odd mix of hot and cold), grasped her hips, and entered her in one pass!

"Oh, YES! MASTER!" Merry screamed in joy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Robert offered no quarter, pounding away at her hot, wet box, his balls bashing her clitoris on every stroke. Merry asked for none; raising up on her elbows, she drove backward fiercely, meeting his strokes, her nipples dragging across the hood. Laughing like a fool, Dina activated the garage door closure, managing to get the door closed just as Merry got REALLY loud! "NOW, MASTER! NOW! AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Merry's vagina began to ripple and pulsate as Merry totally lost it.

There was no way she was not going to take Robert with her - there was too much wild emotion flowing! "YAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he roared, and commenced pulsing out a quantity of semen that would have done credit to a fifteen year old! Nine times he hosed down Merry's cervix in long, hard shots, while she screamed her delight at the sensation.

Slowly, they came back to Earth, to the sound of Dina's loud applause and catcalls. Then the door to the house flew open and Rick emerged, telephone in his hand. "Whatthefuck?" Rick took in the scene, then announced into the phone, "Apparently, Mum and Pop decided to set the Olympic record for the world's loudest orgasm in the garage! I know, Baby, I wish you were here, too! We'd have to work hard to top this one - looks like Pop shot about a gallon into Mum, and she's drooling on the hood of the car like she's a week from Earth orbit!" Rick shook his head, smiling, and went back into the house, obviously in conversation with Mandi.

Dina, continuing to chuckle, announced, "I'll get the bags!" and began emptying the back seat.

Robert pulled out, and Merry collapsed to the ground, semen streaming out of her. After a moment, she managed to make an effort to catch some on her hands and lick it off. Robert grinned, "Forget it! You'll drown!" Merry managed to get a grip on his left thigh and pulled herself up to lave his cock and balls clean. She was virtually purring. Robert leaned both hands on the hood, enjoying the attention. Finally, he rose up and roared, "Into the house, Wench! Put on your house collar and meet me in the bedroom! I'm gonna wear your ass out again or die trying!" For the record, though, the pair of them were stuporously asleep in 20 minutes.



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Chapter 74: Other closings


It was after 10:00 p.m. when Mandi and Rick finally surrendered the telephone. They'd been at it since Rick called at about 8:00, while Mandi was still laughing from the razzing that she and her mother had heaped on Denise over Eddie. Relating the sexual escapades of others only intensified their craving for each other's company. Finally, Rick made Mandi promise that they would spend several hours together AT LEAST on Tuesday, totally forgetting that the evening apart had been his idea.

No sooner had the phone settled in the cradle than it began to ring. Mandi recovered it. "Giannelli residence..."

"Jeezus!" erupted a deep voice from the earpiece, "I been tryin' to get through for two solid hours! WhatintheHell's goin' on over there?"

Mandi and Denise both stifled chuckles. "Momma! It's for you!"

Helen, already in bed, picked up the bedside extension. "Hello?"

"You're sure a hard woman to get ahold of! I been at it for two solid hours!"

Helen snickered, "I have two teenage daughters, and one telephone line. Only recently has this become an issue..."

"Well, it is now! How in the Hell does a man get a date with you, anyway?" Big Al was still ranting.

"He asks - politely," was the cool response.

"Oh." Al got the hint, and simmered down, "Look, I, uh, I want to bring you over to my place tomorrow night. I'll knock something out for dinner - won't be good, but you'll survive it - and..."

Helen smiled. "You sound about twelve years old. Am I staying the night?"

"I, uh, - Yes. That is, if you want..."

Helen smiled into the receiver. "I'm working until 5:00, and I start at 9:00 on Wednesday. Do you want to pick me up at McGinty's?"

"Yeah! Sure!" Al pumped his fist, and mouthed 'Yes!'

"Okay. Anything else?" Helen asked. By now she was pretty sure Al wasn't prone to long, romantic telephone conversations.

Al looked over at Bobby, who was leaning against the door jam, grinning, turned his back to him and murmured, "Love ya, Baby," into the phone.

Helen freaked. "You WHAT?! Al, you didn't have to say that..."

"I didn't?" Al stuck his foot in it in the classic male manner. 'Huh?' would have been a better answer, but he was still processing the surprising content of her answer, so the repeater came on.

"No, you didn't. And you shouldn't - not just because you think I want to hear it! That's just wrong! It's lying! It cheapens things and assumes I'm stupid and can be duped! If you think..." Helen was busy working up a full head of steam.

Al took in the first couple of sentences of this tirade, got the gist, and made the lightning calculation that to let her finish was to lose a girlfriend. "HEY!!! SHADDUP!!" Into the resulting near silence (he detected a sniffle) he continued, "I SAID it because I MEANT it. I was a little furtive 'cause Bobby's standin' here critiquing my end of the call and the little bastard embarrassed me, but I meant what I said!"

"Yeah, sure. We've known each other - what - a week?" Another sniffle.

"Been a helluva week. Think about it. What d'ya think, I'm made of stone?" Al demanded.

"Nooo." Doubt had crept in.

"How long do ya figure it takes to fall in love with the perfect woman - months?"

"P-p-p-p..." Helen couldn't get it out. "Perfect wo-?"

"For me, yes!" Pause. "You all better now?"

"Uh huh..." Shocky was more like it. Helen was having trouble holding up the phone.

"Good. I'll pick you up tomorrow night. Love ya, Baby!" Click.

Helen continued to hold the phone to her ear for a moment while she tried to recover her composure. That's how she heard the peals of girlish laughter before the downstairs extension finally cradled. The girls had been listening in! Their arrival, moments later, was heralded by the thunder of feet pounding up the staircase.

The girls burst into the room, grinning. Denise licked her finger and pressed it to her ass cheek, making a hissing noise, "Momma's still got it! I know smitten when I hear it - and Big Al's been poleaxed!"

"What? You think he's serious?" Helen burst out.

"Deadly," Mandi replied. "Mark my words: In six weeks or less, you two will be trying to figure out how to get all of us under one roof! When you do, don't worry about me - I'm spoken for!"

Helen grimaced at the first remark, but the second was the one she addressed. "Like that, huh?"

"Yeah." Mandi was sober. "A day without Rick is a lot worse than a day without sunshine. And he just spent two hours telling me that he feels the same way."

"Is there going to be a wedding soon?"

Mandi shrugged. "I won't press him - I told him early on that I was his without it. But I think so. I'm ready to move in with him now!"

"Do you think that's smart, Dear? I like Rick, but..." Helen tried to inject some skepticism in her daughter.

"It's too late to close the barn door, Momma. The horse - my heart - is already gone! If Rick breaks it, well, it's his to break. But I don't see that happening in the near term, and no one can predict the future."

"You two aren't ready to go out on your own - And Rick doesn't have his own place, anyway!" Helen cautioned.

"True, but things are pretty free and easy at the Nellis' these days. And I'm not the only piece of female chattel there - or even the most abused!" Mandi replied.

"Huh?" said Denise.

Mandi grinned. "Next time you go to see Dina, check out her mom! You'll be able to see all, since all she's allowed to wear at home is a slave collar!"

"Holy shit! When did THAT happen?" Denise was vocal, but both of the women were incredulous.

"Yesterday morning. I was there at the table when Rick's momma announced that she was no longer a free woman - buck naked, kneeling at his dad's feet! Very sexy!"

"Wow! I gotta talk to Dina! I gotta see this!" Denise was beside herself with excitement.

"I don't understand, Dear. Why would she do that? Does Mr. Nellis have some hold on her?"

"It's complicated, Momma, but they discovered recently that she's actually happier this way. She was coping, but wasn't happy with the way things were - and she was really hung up. Quite by accident, they discovered that things went better - in bed and out - when she had no control over them. Momma, she begged him - and he was reluctant, despite the fact that he's very good at being a master!"

"Hmmph," Helen replied, "Not for me. Does he beat her?"

"Ummm, yes, I'm pretty sure he does. But I also know that he doesn't get off on it. It's just that he periodically has to reinforce his dominance. Mostly, he uses mind games - humiliation and such. Like the nudity at home."

"That shouldn't be too bad - I could handle that!" Denise announced.

"When guests arrive?" was the smiling rejoinder. "You want to stand around naked while the plumber fixes the sink?"

"Oh!"

"Like I said, not for me!" Helen announced.

Mandi grinned. "Momma, may I remind you that you have been spectacularly, publicly naked in front of most of my friends THIS WEEK! And the way you wear that house coat..."

"Okay, okay! Judge not... What EXACTLY does this have to do with you and Rick?"

"Simply that I could move into Rick's room with him and no one would turn a hair. Merry and I get along fine - we're sisters in bondage! Rick's dad can afford it, and I don't see him complaining as long as I don't act like a houseguest..."

"Which you wouldn't." Helen put in.

"I'm certain that Rick's college plans are achievable - he's smart! - and I'll go, too. We talked about it. No kids until after. So it's just me..."

"And that's a help, not a burden," Helen asserted, "Your sister, on the other hand, would be likely to find her hands full!"

"Good God! Bobby McCormick, all the time!" Denise roared, laughing.

Helen laughed, "Well, it's YOUR scenario. It hasn't happened yet..."

"Would it be so bad?" Denise asked, smiling.

"Mmmm. Not for me..." Helen's expression became momentarily dreamy, "But we've both been around the block. He'll wake up - and I'm not going to dream my way to a fall. You two get out of here so I can sleep. I've got day shift tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone line, Bobby shot his father an appraising glance as he hung up. "Laying it on a little thick, Dad? Helen's a helluva woman, but..."

"But what?" Big Al frowned.

"Tellin' her you love her? You've known her - what - a week?" Bobby was skeptical.

"All I know is that I haven't been this happy since some time before your mother died. Helen makes me happy just being in the room with her. When she's holding down the other side of the bed, well..."

"Well, take it easy. You've both been out of circulation for a while. Helen's sweet, but you two could learn to hate each other, quick!" Bobby warned.

"I'll think about it. YOU think about THIS: I'm gonna start agitating for her to move in. Can you handle that?" Al fixed Bobby with a basilisk stare.

Bobby held his ground. "Because Helen gave me Sex 101? No problem. I've got Dina, anyway. What about you? I have no plans to poach, but Dina told me to hold my options open..."

"That girl's a real wild hair. You're gonna have your hands full. You ever think she said that because she wants a piece of ME?" Big Al laughed.

Bobby didn't turn a hair. "Absolutely. I know how her mind works. She got a look at you the other day, and I could smell the neurons firing. Things could get real interesting around here..."

Al sobered rapidly. "You're shitting me, right?" Bobby's look said 'No'. "Okay, how's this? No active poaching?"

"No problem. But I gotta tell you, if Dina's made up her mind, you might as well whip it out and hand it to her, 'cause you'll find yourself boxed anyway, in short order! You ever seen her at work?"

"No, but it can't be THAT bad..."

Bobby smiled like a shark. "Remind me to give you the details of our current scam... Let me give you a quick example: Dina discovered her mother wasn't doing her wifely duty by her old man a week ago Sunday. Today, Dina's mom is her dad's sex slave!"

"Bullshit!" Big Al was aghast.

"Dad, I was THERE, yesterday, when she knelt down, buck naked, and offered herself!" Bobby declared.

"Sheeit!" Al whistled. "Okay, I'm duly warned. Back to Helen. I plan to do my best to see to it that she's a permanent occupant in my bed. Marriage is a distinct possibility. Can you hang?"

"Yeah, Dad, no problem. If she makes you happy, I certainly have no objection."

"Great. Let's hit the sack. I'm bushed."



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Chapter 75: Brothers


Tim Vincent rolled out of bed as soon as the alarm went off, having learned that letting Eddie hit the bathroom first hammered his schedule. While he was dressing, however, he received an uncharacteristic visit from his younger brother. Eddie stuck his head in the bedroom door, and shuffled in a little furtively. "Hi, Big Brother."

"Hey, Scrap, what's up?" Tim grinned. Eddie hated that nickname.

It turned out, however that Eddie felt that what he had to say was too important to allow himself to be baited; he merely frowned for a moment before brushing it off. "Hey, I gotta thank you. I owe you, big time."

"What for? Ah! Things are working out with Denise?" Tim grinned.

"Yeah..." Eddie turned pink.

"Audition's over all ready?" Tim winked.

"Yeah. I aced it!"

"You've got that look... Give! Denise give you one of her award winning blowjobs already?"

Eddie looked at his shoes. "Uh, blowjobs are for casual acquaintances, and I'm a lot closer to her than that..."

"Ho ho!" Tim cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, "Just how close we talking?"

Eddie's voice was hushed, but his eyes were feverish, "I've been... inside!"

Tim's eyebrows rose. "What? Already? You MUST have aced the audition. And she was nervous as a cat in a dog run! How'd you do it?"

"Told her I loved her - and meant it! Kept my hands to myself 'til well after I was invited. Treated her like a lady - MY lady!" Confidence flowed from Eddie as he made these assertions.

Tim nodded sagely. "And now she is. Grinning, he punched Eddie's shoulder. "So, how was your first piece, Little Brother? Where'd you do it? You've got no car..."

"We did it right! In her room, in her bed! Damn it was good! She screams bloody murder when she comes! The first time, her mama came running upstairs to see if I was killing her or something! Luckily, it was obvious she wasn't hurting!" Once started, Eddie couldn't confess quickly enough.

Tim figured he'd better offer a word of warning. "Careful who you tell! Girls - even Denise! - don't like being talked about. It's between you and her!"

"I know. You're a special case. Everybody'll figure they know, but I won't be giving out details. It'll be impossible to hide, though - she's all over me like a coat of paint!" Eddie started out sober, but couldn't help grinning.

"So! You made her happy?" Tim grinned back.

"Ecstatic! Denise may have blown half of the school, but she said I was only the third person to get between her legs! Apparently, the other two were no great shakes..." Eddie's face took on a frown. "I think she was raped... and it has a lot to do with what she's been doing."

Tim nodded. "You know, that makes a lot of sense. Sleeping around afterward is one of the things they do. Whoever did it probably told her she was a piss poor fuck, too. You're gonna have to be real careful until she has some self-esteem."

Eddie nodded. "I think I've got the treatment - lots of TLC!"

"Yeah, well, I'm proud of you, Little Brother! Maybe we can double again, soon! I plan to give Dolores one helluva Prom night - if I can get her to hold out that long! After that..."

"Cool! Sounds great!"

Tim had finished dressing during the conversation, so he waved Eddie out the door toward the kitchen and breakfast.

Trish looked up as the boys hit the kitchen door, and sensed something immediately. Both of them were hiding something - something a mother doesn't REALLY want to know. She eyed the pair warily. "You boys are sure spending a lot of time out of the house, lately. It was almost nine before I saw either of you last night. Tim, you being a senior, while it's sudden, it's not that surprising. YOU, on the other hand..." She eyed Eddie steadily.

"Get used to it," Tim remonstrated. "Eddie has a two year jump on me. The good news is he's picked a nice one out of the box, and unless I miss my guess, you won't have to call around any to find him."

"Lordy! The Love Bug bit you, too?" Eddie nodded solemnly. "Do I know the girl?"

Eddie looked pained. Tim again rode to the rescue, "I think so. Problem is, you've only heard about the 'old', 'Before Eddie' version, so you might not approve of her."

Trish's eyes narrowed, "Okay, out with it - who are we talking about?"

Eddie firmed up. "Mandi's sister, Denise."

Trish's eyes widened. "Isn't that the trollop who's been..."

"Mom!" Eddie wasn't having any. He roared. Trish clammed up in spite of herself.

Tim injected sweet reason into the conversation. "Denise is turning over a new leaf. She is very sweet on Eddie, and is no longer interested in promiscuous sex. Surely you plan to applaud this and will want to offer her your support."

Trish eyed Eddie. "So she's given up ALL sexual activity?" she asked, instinctively knowing the answer and daring Eddie to lie.

Again, Tim mediated, "That would be asking a bit much, wouldn't it? On the other hand, she's being highly selective - and showing EXCELLENT taste..."

Trish frowned. "How come you're covering Eddie like a blanket? What's in it for you?"

"Nothing. I happen to approve. Denise approached me about her desire to clean up her act, and I'm convinced she's sincere. She also related to me that under other circumstances, she'd have made a play for Eddie some time ago, but that as she was, she didn't deserve him. I, and later Eddie, convinced her he's a bigger man than that. I think they're good for one another. I'm hoping you'll live up to the standards you set for us." Tim was positively unctuous.

"Well... I'll withhold judgment," Trish allowed.

"That's fair," said Eddie, flatly. He'd hoped for more, but... 

"It'll work, or it won't. Both of you have time to recover, if it doesn't. In the meantime, I'll give her a fair shake." Trish adjusted her bun unconsciously.

"Good!" announced Tim, "Can we move on to breakfast?"



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Chapter 76: Tuesday morning


Robert Nellis appeared at breakfast in a fine humor. Merry had proven to have an excellent memory and strong motivation to be compliant; he had awakened, per instruction, with his cock in the warm, wet embrace of Merry's mouth. She was improving as a cocksucker daily, but that was the least of it. In fact, she seemed to be incredibly happy! She was such a jewel, too - it was extremely difficult to find fault with her, because she was so eager to please! Robert knew that he would have to again apply the strap at some point, but for now the mental discipline appeared to be sufficient. Indeed, she seemed to be reveling in it! Robert had directed that Merry rotate so that he could return the oral attention for a few moments, then had her mount him, cowgirl-style. She rode him hard, his thumb working her clit while he teased her right nipple while she drove herself onto him, and when she came, she took him with her, the rhythmic clasp of her spasming vagina taking him over the edge.

When Robert arrived at breakfast, Merry was bustling around the kitchen in just her apron, supervising the delivery of breakfast foods, glowing and humming happily. When he was settled, she dropped into the ready position next to him, but he kissed her and muttered, "Run along and dress. You have to leave soon, too."

"Master is certain he needs nothing?"

"Master needs fifteen minutes more in the morning to enjoy his slave. Other than that... No. Go get dressed. I want to see you before I leave." Robert smiled and caressed Merry's cheek, before gesturing her to rise and giving her a quick pop on the bum. Merry sashayed off, her exaggerated stride displaying her wet inner thighs.

Dina smirked. "She becoming SUCH a slut! Listening to her squeal while you two were going at it was what got me out of bed this morning. I didn't need the sleep switch."

Robert quelled the automatic impulse to upbraid Dina for calling her mother a slut and replied mildly, "I beat the Hell out of her night before last - VERY publicly - and humiliated her, and directed that she humiliate herself, and surrounded her with outlandish rules and the visible trappings of her low estate - and she's been happy as a clam! I'm having a tough time understanding it!"

"It's simple, Pop. Mum equates love and a structured environment. Basically, she's done the modern equal opportunity thing, and it's not her bag. She wants things to be simple - her job description is to make you happy. If she fails, you beat her and she does better next time. She doesn't have to worry about her self-image, because she's a blank slate. You are her will, and you make her moral choices for her. She doesn't have to justify her actions to herself; if you say its okay, it is. Mum spent a long time living up to the ideal of the independent, controlling female, and she didn't like it. She played mind games with you, giggling with her friends over what a wimp you were, and she misunderstood your forbearance to be a lack of interest and weak will - and treated you with disrespect because of it. She subscribed to all of the stupid sexual rules that were the vogue when she grew up, and nobody argued about it, so it was right - but she WANTED to do all kinds of wanton stuff that she feared would get her branded a slut. Now she can BE a slut - in public! - and she doesn't have to worry about what other people think, as long as YOU are happy! The big thing YOU need to glean from this is that, as far as Mum's concerned, the more bossy you are, the more you love her. If she's lying on the floor and you're standing with a foot planted in the middle of her back, she knows where she is, and where you are, and that you're paying attention to her - and she's happy!"

Robert's eyebrows rose. "Excuse me." He turned his head, and shouted at the top of his voice, "MERRY! How long does a silly slave take to dress? Thank God I don't allow you underwear!"

"Coming, Master!" came a shriek from the top of the stairs, followed by the sound of someone rushing down them.

Dina grinned. "You're a quick study, Pop!" Rick sat there, grinning and shaking his head.

Merry came running in, still wrapped in a towel and dripping, carrying her clothing. "Master, I-"

"Silence!" Merry shut up. Robert looked her up and down. "Go back upstairs, dry off, and get dressed. You've got five -"

"Hair, Pop!" Dina interjected.

"-Uh, ten minutes. Git!" Robert popped Merry on the ass as she spun to leave, flashing Dina a quick look of gratitude. "I'm gonna be late!" he grumbled.

"So? They owe you one. If you're gonna knock off a quickie every morning, you'd better adjust for it!" Dina was enjoying herself.

"Well, the sex is SO good. Why is that?" Robert wondered.

"All part of the game, really," Dina replied, "Mum doesn't have to conform to some Victorian model for sexual response anymore. You told her you want her to let you know how she feels, so she can scream her joy at the top of her lungs without inhibition. You're dictating positions, so she's not making do with the first two inches of your dick. And you're doing stuff you both always wanted to do! In a very real way, you've freed Mum rather than enslaved her. Oh, there's something else that I bet you haven't thought about..."

"What's that?"

"When Mum surrendered her will to you, her morals went out the window, so she doesn't have to beat herself up about anything you tell her to do."

"You're repeating yourself."

"I'm just setting the stage. The second half is that as your slave, she's not allowed to judge YOUR morals; all she can do is accept and obey!"

"Huh?" Robert was shocked.

"Yep. It's carte blanche. If you brought home a dog and told her to fuck it, she'd have to. And if you seemed to expect it, she'd have to try to enjoy it!" Dina's smile almost split her face.

"Wow!" Rick breathed.

Dina glanced at him. "Applies to Mandi, too. I admire Mandi - I'm pretty sure it's not her upbringing. Mum is an emotional throwback to caveman days, and Gram told me that Grandpop was strict! Mandi does it because she loves you!"

"Jesus! What a little pervert you are!" Robert observed. "I can SEE the wheels turning in that dirty little mind! The dog thing..." He shuddered.

"Tell me you don't have a raging hard-on!" Dina laughed.

"There ARE limits!" Robert scolded.

"Yeah, well, hers are yours, now. And if you don't have any..." Dina's catlike smile reappeared.

"Well, I do!" Robert exhibited outrage, while trying to decide whether it was counterfeit or not.

"Well, don't lock 'em down... It might not be politic. You've got to keep Mum off-balance for the next several decades..."

Rick shook his head. "Uh, Pop - about Mandi..."

"Yes?" Robert responded, thinking, 'Here it comes... '

"Well, uh," Rick stammered, blushed. "We, uh, don't like sleeping apart AT ALL!"

"Hmph. Builds character. What's Mrs. Giannelli's take on this?" Robert wasn't giving any ground, yet.

"I dunno. We talked about it. Mandi was going to talk to her today." Rick's expression was somewhat hangdog.

Dina was amused. "Was this last night when you spent two hours trying to lick her clit over the phone?"

"Jesus, Dina!" Robert rolled his eyes.

"I'm on a roll, Pop!" Dina announced smugly.

"You kids aren't married. You're in pretty deep, now!"

"Pop, she's mine, marriage or not!" Rick replied hotly.

"Hmph." Robert began ticking off his fingers. "It helps if you have a legal basis for the relationship. To my knowledge, Mandi's mother hasn't ratified her condition as your slave. I want to hear that! You have no place to live and no job. What about college? I'm running out of fingers, here..."

"Aw, Pop! Okay - in order: It helps, but it isn't necessary. Helen knows, and hasn't complained."

"She might if she knew you were discussing living arrangements!" Robert interjected.

Rick glared, "And she might not! I'm living HERE - and believe me, Mandi takes up very little space. Her bedroom is Spartan! And she'd be a help to Mum, not to mention company... No, I don't have a job, and I - we - plan to go to college. So I'll have to get one, even though I'm looking good for a scholarship or two. Actually, marriage might interfere with scholarship selection!"

"Does this mean that you don't plan to marry?" Robert asked.

"It means nothing of the sort!" Rick replied hotly, "Timing is everything, though. Mandi and I have a committed relationship - Hell, I OWN her! That's a lot deeper than some marriages! We will need to time things to meet the economic realities..."

Robert smiled grimly. "The ownership thing commits HER a lot more than it commits YOU! I'm glad you're looking at timing; what happens if you discover that this isn't the right time to move in with your slave, or vice versa? Who's paying the bills? Me? Am I going to put a roof over Bobby McCormick's head, too?"

"Ewww! That was nasty! Rick, you'd better fold your tent until Helen talks to Pop. One thing at a time." Dina winked surreptitiously at Rick. Robert was displaying his standard initial reaction to something this controversial; it didn't necessarily mean that he would refuse when push came to shove - IF Rick had the good sense to back off and not make an issue of it.

Rick got the hint. "Okay. Let's dash. I want to see Mandi before school."

"Just a sec. I want Dina to pass on your mother's wardrobe." Robert insisted. "Merry!" he roared, "Are you ready YET!"

"No, Master! Sorry Master! My hair..." wafted down the hall.

"Get down here and show us your outfit! You can tune your hair during and after!" Robert grumbled. "I've got to go to work!"

Merry was thundering down the stairs before Robert had finished speaking. "Here, Master!"

"Don't kneel - it'll mess up your skirt!" Merry was relieved at this recognition of the problem. "Well?" Robert turned to Dina and waved toward Merry. Merry was wearing the new halter blouse, bolero jacket, and a pleated skirt that ended just above the knee but swung very nicely when she moved. Robert examined the halter top, which looked demure with the Bolero jacket disguising its nature. "Okay, doff the jacket." Merry did so. "Is the liner out?" Merry nodded. The halter came with an inner garment that provided some support after the fashion of a tube top - but not as wide. The effect was 'lift and crush', but it did obscure the nipples and stabilize things somewhat. With the liner out, however, a more traditional flow resulted, although the fabric was almost totally opaque. Robert directed, "Lift the top," then, as Merry executed his instructions, leaned in and licked both nipples, then blew on them, causing them to extend. "Okay, put it back down."

"Kewl! Nice touch, Pop!" Dina approved. The halter fabric clung over the distended nipples, making them obvious.

"That'll do," Robert approved. "Dina?"

"I agree, absolutely!"

"No panties, right?" Robert asked.

"Oh, no, Master!" Merry proved it by lifting the skirt.

"Okay," Robert approved. "The jacket and liner only come out if you have to go to court, understand?"

"Perfectly, Master." Merry smiled. She had enjoyed the attention the previous day.

"Hmmm," Robert swung his gaze from Merry to Dina and back, "If Bert gives evidence of enjoying the show and not being scandalized, you can give him a bit more, up to showing bare nipples. Use your judgment - don't shock him and get yourself fired. No more, and no touching without my permission. If he asks, put it to him that way. And no one else - with the possible exception of Alicia - same restrictions. Understood?"

Merry nodded, somewhat shell shocked. Robert was encouraging her to expose herself to Bert! After a moment, she ventured, timidly, "Master?"

Robert and Dina were both eying her closely as he responded, "Yes?"

"You're thinking about offering me to Bert? For sex?"

"I'm considering it. He's been very good to you. While your opinion is irrelevant, you may offer it." The close regard didn't waver.

Merry mastered her surprise. "I - I don't know what to think - I'm too surprised." After a moment's thought, she continued, "It might be a fine gift, if you could get him to accept it."

"Good!" Robert nodded. "We understand one another. I've decided nothing, though. See to it that you do not exceed your instructions. Now run along and fix your hair - I've got to go to work!" He leaned in and kissed her, doing a good job, and sent her on her way. Turning, he met the amused gazes of his children, shrugged and smiled. The trio stepped off in their differing directions.

That morning at school, the five couples chattered away, grouped both by sex and by couple and drifting between modes in freeform fashion. Rick pulled Mandi aside and asked, "Did you talk to your Mum?"

Mandi nodded. "She wasn't clear about the economics, or what it meant for college and careers. I presented it as a convenience; she and Bobby's dad are getting real close, whether she wants to believe it or not!"

Rick nodded. "That seems clear to everyone BUT your mother. There's a real chemistry there. You could end up Bobby's half-sister!"

Mandi laughed. "God forbid!"

Bobby, just close enough to have picked up the subject of the conversation, grinned and quipped, "So, what do I call you? Sis?" After enjoying the collective groan, Bobby's grin throttled back several notches, and he continued more seriously, "Dad's serious about Helen. Mark my words: They're gonna be under the same roof, and soon!"

Mandi shrugged, "Momma's skeptical..."

"But I'm not!" Denise interjected. "Momma's just running scared. But every time Big Al's in the same room with her, the fireworks go off. She's gonna protest all the way to the altar, but she's as good as roped and hogtied now!" Everybody laughed. After all, most of them had seen Big Al's inaugural effort. It was easy to see that Helen's days were numbered.

Rick murmured to Mandi, "Well, Pop kicked and screamed, too, but I think it was primarily reflex. He wants to hear it from your momma that she's okay with the way things are, for one thing - then I'll need to demonstrate that we've got some sense. After that..."

"You think he'll roll over?" Mandi worried.

"Yeah. YOU should know, however, that it won't necessarily be a picnic!" Rick pontificated, "For one thing, I'm not going to have you embarrassing Mum. You're going to have to put up with at least some of the crap she does..."

Mandi nibbled his ear and husked, "Yes, Master."

Rick lowered his voice. "You know, having you running around the house naked - well, I worry about how Mum will handle it if Pop..."

"Decides to sample the goods?" Mandi grinned, "He'll get nothing without your permission!"

"Yeah, well, I'm not sure I'd deny him. What's your take on the situation?"

"It's your call - but I don't consider it a fate worse than death, by any means! I've seen him in action..." Mandi giggled, then sobered. "You know, it might ease the way for your momma if she were distracted... How difficult would that be for you?"

"Not at all, I'm embarrassed to say. Every boy loves his mother..." Rick leered.

"Well, you can't scare me away by threatening to give me to you dad!"

"Hmph! We'll see about that! You're staying tonight, right?"

"Yes. Momma's going to spend the night with Big Al." Turning to Denise, she asked, "Are you entertaining Eddie at home tonight?"

"I don't know..." Denise turned to Eddie, who looked troubled.

Eddie grimaced. "I think we need to work on my folks, first. Tonight, if possible."

Denise picked up on his concern. "What's wrong, Love?"

Tim said gently, "Your rep proceeds you. Eddie and I had a run-in with Mom this morning, and her reaction to the revelation that Eddie was dating wasn't encouraging. The fact that it was YOU - well, it didn't improve things. Mom thinks Eddie's thinking with the wrong head..." He grinned wryly.

Eddie picked up the tale. "But she promised to keep an open mind! I think this is a case of the sooner, the better, though..."

Denise nodded, soberly. "Okay, let's get it over with, then. I'll try to behave like a lady..."

"Don't do anything phony, just show her how much you care," Tim admonished, "It'll be all right. I'll bring Dolores, too. Okay, Baby?"

"Sure, Sugar - wouldn't miss it!" Dolores replied. "Trish isn't a harpy - she's nice! And she knows love when she sees it. It'll be okay."

"Okay." Denise was still subdued. 'Well, ' she thought, 'this is what I get! It's payback time!'

"Speaking of dinner," Terry queried Jackie, "Tonight's at my house, right?"

"Uh huh," Jackie nodded. "Mama's lightening up. Frankly, it has me worried. You've forced her to reevaluate men, and I'm not sure where that's headed!"

Terry nodded sagely, "Let's keep an eye on her. If she takes another hit before she has a good experience, she could go off the deep end!" He regarded his girlfriend for a moment, then: "You know why she acts so flaky, right?"

"Would it have anything to do with sex?" Jackie asked rhetorically.

Terry put on a poker face. "Gee, that hadn't occurred to me..." He grinned, then turned serious, "The first guy she crawls into the sack with is in for the shock of his life!"

Jackie sighed. "I'm not worried about that too much. But Momma's not strong, and she's had to act that way for a long time. She really craves protection. I'm afraid she's going to scare men off by going totally dependent on them..."

Terry grunted and nodded.

Bobby nudged Dina. "Can I come up to your place tonight? Dad probably wants Helen to himself..."

Dina elbowed him. "You just want to see Mum naked again!"

Bobby laughed, "Well, it DOES have a certain appeal..."

Tim blinked. "What was that?"

Dina grinned. "Well, it all started with me trying to cover for Rick's big date with Mandi. Somewhere, we got sidetracked when we discovered that Mum wasn't handling Pop's business properly, if you know what I mean." She tossed a knowing wink. "Anyway, things got out of hand..."

"I'll say!" Rick interjected.

"... and I ended up tying Mum to the bed and giving her to Pop to play with." This occasioned some significant looks among the audience. "Well, Mum discovered she liked it. - a lot! - and they got into this master/slave thing..."

"Can I?" Mandi asked. At Dina's nod, she continued the tale. "Basically, Dina's mom was all hung up - she had this idea that if she enjoyed it, people would think less of her. In fact, she had a whole identity thing lurking under the surface - she was trying to live the life she thought everybody else wanted her to have, and she wasn't enjoying it."

Dina took up the thread. "Mum discovered that if somebody else was doing things to her and she wasn't in control of the situation, it freed her up to enjoy herself. It led to some really strange shit..."

"Like Marilyn showing up in the den buck naked carrying a set of handcuffs - with me there!" Mandi threw in.

"Upshot was that she couldn't have fun and she couldn't treat Pop right if she ran the show, so she took up being a sex slave - permanently!"

Tim and Dolores were pop-eyed. "You mean like the whole BDSM thing?" Tim wondered.

"Yep!" Bobby replied. "I was there last Sunday morning when she knelt down and handed Dina's pop the whip!"

"So what's this about seeing her naked?" Terry asked.

"Pop's a tough master. Mum has to go naked at home, wearing only her slave collar - no matter who's there!" Dina grinned.

Jackie shook her head. "What's your mom think of that?"

Dina grinned. "As far as I can tell, she loves it! Pop's taken over her whole wardrobe, making her wear more revealing stuff at work and to go out..."

Mandi smiled. "She's having a ball - weird as it seems!"

Jackie cocked an eyebrow. "How come you know so much?"

Mandi blushed. "Well, I was there - and I'm a little bit into the slave thing, too, so I can understand it."

"Bell!" Rick announced, as the bell to start classes rang. "Time to get out of here!"



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Chapter 77: The "new girl"


Merry showed up for work as usual, but the outfit pushed Ann a bit. It wasn't an incitement to riot, by any means, and was quite respectable with the bolero jacket on, but when Merry took it off, the change was a bit of a shock. "Keep your knees together, Honey!" was the first thing out of her mouth.

"Too much?" Merry asked, concerned.

"Nooo... It's just the change that keeps hitting me between the eyes. Still, I don't know how much farther I can afford to let you go. I've asked for a partner's meeting at 10:00 to feel my way into the dress code thing. If Bert and a couple of the others see you beforehand, it might help them understand what they're up to," Ann remarked.

"Okay. Bert wants to see me in a bit, anyway." Merry went to her desk and began working on a document.

Ten minutes later, Jason Fitts wandered by on the way to the water cooler, discovered the view, and made a point of stopping and taking it in. Merry smiled to herself. A week ago, she'd have been incensed; now she furtively arched her back just a touch to add to the presence. After a moment, Jason wandered on, reluctantly.

Bert buzzed her, "Marilyn, do you have that stuff for Felz? Let's look at it."

Marilyn uttered a demure "Yes, sir," and gathered the documents.

Bert was and wasn't surprised today. He wasn't in that he THOUGHT that he was prepared for her arrival, having taken pains not to be taken by surprise as he had the day before. He was in that Merry (and Robert) had pushed the edge of the envelope. Since he was watching from the moment she opened the door, he got the full effect as she made the effort to sway in delectably. That the halter wasn't hiding further support garments was immediately obvious, and by the time Merry had leaned over to lay out the folders, Bert was licking dry lips. "Thank you, Marilyn," he croaked. Both of them knew it wasn't for the files. They played the game, both pretending to be blithely unaware of Merry's display while Bert absorbed it and Merry absorbed Bert's pleasure. Finally, Bert announced, "I think we're going to require some changes. Would you like to sit and take notes while I dictate?"

Merry smiled. "Certainly, sir." She seated herself in the straight chair near the desk and crossed her legs, placing the retrieved documents and her pad on her lap. Bert took the cover letter and began to go through it, pacing. After a moment, Merry looked up guilelessly and said, "Why don't I markup the document directly? You can look at it over my shoulder..."

Bert blinked. "Excellent idea!" he exclaimed. He handed Merry the document and stepped behind her, placing both hands on the high back of the chair. He then leaned over and pretended to give 100% of his attention to the document while in reality 60% was skiing down the valley between those enticing breasts. They worked for twenty minutes that way before Merry upped the ante. Pretending to be unconscious of it, she reached up and dragged her finger along the halter's neckline, lifting it away from her cleavage and affording Bert a view of first one erect nipple, then the other. At the end of the sweep, she suddenly snatched it away and exclaimed "Oops! Is it hot in here?"

Bert was. He was boiling! "Y-yes, I think it is!" he exclaimed. "Do you want me to adjust the thermostat?"

"No, I'll just deal with it," Merry replied, reaching up and fluttering her neckline.

Bert was in heaven! He hadn't been so aroused since several years before his wife died! They continued to 'work' for a few more minutes, Merry gently titillating him and smiling gently. Finally, he could take no more. He gently dropped a hand upon her shoulder.

Merry moved instantly. "Ah ah! No touching! Robert was very specific - he said you can look above the waist, but no more and no touching without his specific permission!"

Bert, who had snatched back his hand as if it were burned, took a moment to absorb this. "He said what? That sounds like..."

Merry smiled gently, "It does, doesn't it? Robert likes you, and he feels you've been inordinately nice to us..."

Bert stood there, his mind running 1,000 miles an hour. Did that mean... what it sounded like? "Marilyn, are you - is Robert - up to something?"

Merry looked noncommittal, "I'm sure I don't know... Robert gave me specific instructions about what I could do to make you happy, and under what circumstances. I'm to please you as much as possible within the limits set, without endangering my job. I haven't done that, have I?"

"No, you've been very sweet," Bert replied. "If anyone made a fool of himself, it was I."

"You're not embarrassed, or anything, to the point of running some exercise in self-denial, are you?" Merry asked sweetly.

"No. I have few enough pleasures. I'm not going to deny myself anything as nice as this!" Bert declared. "Ummm, what EXACTLY were his instructions?"

"I'm allowed to show you my nipples - no more and no touching - and only if you're not scandalized and are enjoying the show." Merry parroted.

"Did he say just peeks, or did he say you could show them to me?"

Merry smiled. "I sense an effort to push things, here. But he also told me to use my judgment, and to make you happy!" She got up and walked to the door, then carefully locked it, as silently as she could. Then she returned to stand before him and, watching his eyes, pulled the halter off over her head. "I suppose you could examine them closely - even breathe on them - as long as you don't touch..."

Bert did just that. Virtually hypnotized, he examined Merry's breasts from every angle, and from as close up as he could get. He didn't have to breathe on them; Merry's nipples elongated and her aureoles crinkled of their own accord. Toward the end, Merry said sorrowfully, "I'm sorry I'm not allowed to help... I guess you could..." She moved her hand in an unmistakable jacking motion.

"No, I'm not ready to do that in front of you yet - I'll just save the picture for later!" Sadly, he continued, "I guess that's enough. Thank you, Marilyn - and thank your husband for me."

Merry curtsied, deliberately causing oscillations. "Thank you, kind sir!" She re-donned her top. "Will there be anything else?"

Bert attempted to return to business. "How long before the corrections are ready?"

"By afternoon, I'm sure."

"Fine. Bring them in when they're ready. Thank you VERY much, Dear!"

"You're very welcome!" With a wink, Merry carefully manipulated the door lock and exited the room, closing the door behind her. Bert took some time gathering himself.

Twenty minutes later, the partner's meeting began. Bert walked in to hear Jason ask, "Did you see the babe that's filling in for Marilyn? Nice hooters!"

Alicia sneered, "You really don't notice women above the neck, do you?" At Jason's confused look, she continued, "That WAS Marilyn, you asshole! She's just dressing differently!"

Ann cleared her throat. "Which brings to the reason for the meeting. I've been asked to develop a formal dress code for various positions within the Firm, by one of the employees. I am soliciting your input."

"Why now, all of a sudden?" Todd wondered.

"A spouse has asked for clarification. He's looking for an objective document defining standards by position. There is some question as to what defines upwardly mobile, and what is extremist." Ann responded crisply.

"So who is it?" Jason asked.

"I believe that the employee should remain nameless."

Bert found himself looking up and crossing glances with Alicia, who obviously knew. Bert did, too, - it wasn't rocket science. "Okay, where do we want to start?"

"I thought perhaps with the assistants?" Ann asked diffidently.

Bert took the bait. "I think we've set a pretty stodgy standard, there. Marilyn is getting away from the pantsuit look, and I welcome it. I think that as long as they don't embarrass anyone and they aren't actually in court, they should be allowed to wear anything that they feel properly asserts their femininity. Of course, Jason's assistant will have to continue to wear the chastity belt..." Everyone laughed, even Ann, although she was somewhat perplexed. She had expected Bert to set the upper end.

In the end, Ann was allowed to dictate, more or less. However, it was made clear that a more lenient standard than Ann had expected to enforce was allowed. Skirts were allowed to go to mid-thigh, (inner surface - where does a thigh end on the outside? The hip bone?) Measured standards such as 4" above the knee, it was pointed out, are more revealing on a short girl than a tall one. Slit skirts were allowed, limited by the fact that underclothing and genitalia were not to be exposed when standing. Brassieres were encouraged, but not required. Translucent outer garments required an underlayer that made them opaque. Bare midriff items were allowed in a nod to current fashion. No jeans, no shorts (this applied to males, too.) The effort was in defining business casual. Ultimately, the standard was 'good taste' and the ultimate arbiters were Ann and whatever partner the staff member was working for. The standard for court appearance continued to be fairly rigorous, and a staff member who dressed in less that what was required for such an appearance was required to change, but Ann's requirement that a bra be worn went by the boards. Merry's outfit of the day was deemed acceptable, with the jacket, for court appearances. Provision was made for relaxation of the rules for special events. Basically, dress became less restrictive across the board, male and female. Ann went away with a fairly well-defined standard to write up after an hour of good- natured wrangling.



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Chapter 78: It's about forgiveness


School let out, producing the usual scatter. Jackie and Terry headed for Terry's house, And Rick and Mandi for Rick's. Bobby and Dina made for the same destination, separately. Tim, Dolores, Eddie and Denise piled into Tim's car and wended their way home to the Vincent's. Trish detected their arrival from the kitchen, but didn't detect the number immediately, so she had no idea what she was getting into when she yelled "Boys! I want to continue this morning's conversation!"

Tim's eyes were laughing as he and Dolores entered the kitchen. "Good, since we have all of the players present, maybe we can resolve the issue!"

Trish realized she had been blindsided with Dolores' arrival. When Eddie walked in trailing a pretty brunette, she knew that all hope of an easy solution had gone out the window.

"Mom, this is Denise." Eddie made the introduction. Denise stepped forward and tentatively offered her hand, which Trish took, more out of politeness than anything else, while giving her the once-over. Well, she was pretty, all right... 

"How do you do," Trish asked, formally. In the background, Dolores reflected upon how differently she had been received and was grateful for it.

Denise nodded, and stepped back. Her hand stole into Eddie's of its own accord, and he grasped it firmly, glaring. The significance of this byplay was not lost upon Trish - obviously, unless a miracle happened, she was going to be at open war with her younger son - but she forged ahead, anyway. "I'm concerned about the amount of time that these young ladies are suddenly taking up in your lives!" Trish announced. "It remains to be seen what effect that the distraction is going to have on your grades, but I can't imagine that it will be good. Tim, you're almost finished with high school, so I expect that it's too late to ruin your career - but I think you both need to be careful!" 'Both' in this case obviously included Dolores. Tim opened his mouth, but Trish forged on, not allowing him to interrupt, "You, on the other hand," she announced, addressing Eddie, "have a long way to go. I think it's a bit early for you to be seriously involved with anyone. While I would not normally presume to second-guess your choices, I believe that this one is an indication of your immaturity." Addressing Denise, she said, "I think you understand why I'm not happy. You have a certain reputation - one that is pretty public..."

Trish stopped dead in her tracks. Denise was silent, but tears were pouring down both of her cheeks. Trish had expected bluster, anger, self- righteousness, an assertion that it was none of her business... But the girl just stood there, mute, accepting the bitter hurt as her due.

Eddie was so angry that he, too, was crying. "This is unspeakable!" he roared. "Do you have ANY idea how much hurt you've just inflicted? Denise is trying to get on with her life and leave that period behind her! She's chosen to be with me, partly because I'm mature enough to be able to deal with her past! Then YOU come along and insult us both to our faces ninety seconds into your first meeting with her! I..."

"Oh God! I'm SO sorry!" Trish exclaimed. Eddie probably could have rambled on for hours without affecting Trish - but Denise's mute tears SCREAMED injustice! "I know you'll never forgive me for this, but..." She stepped forward and took Denise's other hand and they locked eyes for a moment, then Denise stepped forward into her embrace and cried openly. Trish rubbed the sobbing girl's back and murmured, "That was SO incredibly mean of me! I'm so sorry! I just didn't understand!" Eddie stood there, hopping from foot to foot, looking for a way to discharge the emotional storm. Eventually, he contented himself with glaring fiercely at his mother, who absorbed it with a nod.

After a couple of minutes, Denise stepped back and composed herself. "I will do whatever you think best," she murmured, eyes downcast.

Trish, contrite, replied, "You'll continue to date my son, then, I hope. I apologize, and I withdraw my objection to you." Turning to Eddie, she added, "I'm sorry I insulted you, Son. You're a better man than I gave you credit for." She frowned. "There is still the matter of the large amounts of time diverted from your studies. How are we going to resolve that?"

Denise turned to Eddie. "Are you having problems?"

"No, not at all. I have a 3.7 GPA." Glancing at his mother, Eddie added, "And I haven't missed an assignment. The problem is perception, not reality."

"I'd be happy to study with you, here. Going out less is in the plan, anyway. I could use additional study time - although I'm not hurting, either." She, too, glanced at Trish.

"How much going out are we talking about?" Trish demanded.

The pair looked at one another. "Certainly nothing much on school nights..." Denise replied.

Trish huffed, "Despite your experience with nightlife - no criticism intended! - you're both still sophomores in high school. I think you should take it easy."

"Saturday, we doubled with Tim and Dolores. Is that good enough?" Eddie demanded.

"Yes. That kind of thing is sensible. I didn't realize... We need to communicate better."

"I'll take care of it," Denise responded smoothly. "Boys have a certain natural reluctance to tell their mothers what they are up to..." She eyed Eddie.

"Hey! When did I become the enemy?" Eddie looked injured.

Denise grinned. "In the war of the sexes, you're on the wrong side - and there is nothing you can do about it!"

Trish stepped up and wrapped an arm around Denise, hugging her close. "I'm truly sorry, Dear, but it's probably for the best. If I had been properly friendly, I'd have never seen that look on your face - and I'd never have been sure where you really stood."

"I'm no angel," Denise replied, turning to face Trish. "Despite our ages, I'm a woman, and Eddie's a man, from a sexual standpoint..." Trish raised an eyebrow, and Denise nodded tightly. "We're going to do things that you no doubt do not approve of - but it's within what I consider to be a committed relationship; you need not worry what I'm doing when I'm not with Eddie. In fact, if I have MY way, there will be very little time that I'm NOT with Eddie on a daily basis!"

Trish frowned. "Aren't you a little young for the 'committed relationship' thing?"

Denise looked serious. "Maybe - but we're a bit ahead of the curve. Nobody can predict the future - we know that. But here and now, Eddie's my man, and he has my loyalty. I've been around the block a few times, and Eddie is pretty mature for his age; I think we're gonna make it!"

Trish eyed the pair. "You've carefully avoided stating baldly that you're going to have sex - but you've made it clear that you are. What about pregnancy?"

"I'm on birth control. Neither of us is stupid - it was one of Eddie's first thoughts!" was the reply.

"I need to talk to your mother," Trish declared.

"It's not her fault! She works, hard - and I was uncontrollable. She couldn't stay home and chase me!" Denise rushed to her mother's defense.

"Oh, no! No! That's not it! Does she know about Eddie? Does she approve?" Trish threw out her hands in defense.

"Oh! Yes. And yes." Denise's smile left no doubt. "And she's aware of the sex, too. She didn't want us crawling around in cars..."

Trish nodded. "I don't, either. I never thought I'd say this, but Eddie has a bedroom; feel free to use it."

Eddie blushed. "We'll probably spend more time at Denise's. She's..."

"Loud." Denise finished, blushing. "With Momma at work, no one has to listen to embarrassing noises."

"Nonetheless, if it means I know where the pair of you are, I'll grin and bear it." Trish replied. "Who knows? Your father may appreciate the resulting situation; I'm sure the exposure will move the whole subject up on MY priority list!"

Tim and Dolores, until now silent witnesses to the confrontation, nearly collapsed from mirth. Trish turned a purely counterfeit jaundiced eye upon them. "What about you two?"

Dolores took the bait. "He's been limiting me!" she declared in mock anger. "I'm not going to stand for it much longer!"

Trish clearly didn't know how to take this declaration until Tim offered a two word amplification: "Prom night."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Well, it's traditional. And you have a room."

Dolores planted her fists on her hips. "That's if I can't break him down first! I'm DYING here!"

Trish and Tim exchanged glances. Tim shrugged. "You see what I'm putting up with, here? I had a wrestling match in her bedroom yesterday, trying to keep my pants zipped!"

Trish wheeled on Dolores. "I'd prefer that your father didn't feel he had to teach my son a lesson!"

Tim laughed. "He won't. He caved yesterday - that's how I found myself in her bedroom!"

Trish shook her head. "What is it with you young people? The older generation apparently isn't doing its job..."

"More like you remember the stupidity YOU had to put up with! I'm proud of you!" Tim laughed.

Trish rolled her eyes. "Yeesh! Go into the living room, all of you. Want anything to drink?" Serious issues gave way to normalcy.

Terry and Jackie strode into the Michaels' home and made for the den. Ellen popped out of the kitchen and followed them into the den to make the ritual offer of refreshments. Terry picked her up on radar and stopped in the middle of the room, Jackie's hand in his. Suddenly, Terry's eyes flashed! Eyeing his mother, he announced, "I'm tired of fooling around!" He pulled Jackie to him and enfolded her in his arms, then proceeded to ignore Ellen while kissing Jackie soundly. Jackie cooperated fully, pressing herself against him and opening her mouth. After a moment, one foot came up as she leaned in. After a bit the pair backed off. Terry smiled and glanced up to find his mother still standing there with her mouth open. "Any questions?"

"N-no," Ellen managed. "Well - anyone want a coke?" At two nods, she evacuated to the kitchen.

"That wasn't nice." Jackie asserted - but she was smiling.

"Look, she's got to get used to it. I'm not going to tiptoe around any more. We're together, and it's not to play checkers. If I want to sit on the couch with you and neck, she can suck it up!" Terry tugged Jackie onto the couch and proceeded to put actions to his words.

Ellen got an eyeful when she returned with the cokes - the couple was too decisively engaged to notice her presence. Ellen went out to the kitchen and placed a distraught call to her husband: "Paul, Terry's in on the couch making out with Jackie something outrageous!"

"Umm hmm..." Paul responded.

"Is that all you've got to say?"

"Remember what WE did?" Paul replied.

"That was different!" Ellen howled.

"No. It's the same damn thing you did to your father that night. Hell, you took both of my hands and stuck them on your tits in front of him! Terry's showing you that you don't run his life. If he can't bring his girlfriend home and be comfortable with her, he'll do it in that car of his. Personally, I would prefer that if they're going to do it, they do it right! You know what she's putting up with at home; give them a break!" Paul had had enough.

"Oh, you! You'll pay for this!" Ellen screeched.

Paul's voice got frigid, "I don't think so! In fact, if you don't straighten up and fly right, I'm going to go out and replace you with a bleached blonde!" With that, he hung up, leaving Ellen sputtering into the phone.

An hour later, Ellen was still sitting in the kitchen. Terry and Jackie had quit putting on their exhibition when it became apparent that they had no audience, and Terry decided he'd better check on things. Entering the kitchen, he found his mother sitting at the table, pensive. "C'mon, Mom, it's not that bad!"

Ellen looked up. "Maybe not. I appear to have bigger fish to fry."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Something your father said when I called him. Guess I'd better get dinner started." She got up and started shuffling through the cabinets.



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Chapter 79: More plots and plans


Mandi and Rick arrived home a good hour before Merry did, and Mandi took Rick's instructions of the morning to heart. When Merry walked in, Mandi met her at the door, nude, with a couple of coat hangers in her hand. "Hello, Mum, how was your day?"

Merry's initial response was "Ummm," but she recovered quickly. "Fine. Interesting, in fact." Looking Mandi up and down, she observed, "You don't have to do that," while pulling off her coat. "Is my master home?" she asked.

"No, he isn't and yes, I do. Rick directed that I not put on any airs around you, and frankly, I agree."

Merry took the hangers, but announced, "If Robert isn't here yet, I'll undress in my room. It's easier to put things away, there. Still, I need to ask him about this... There are issues: What if he arrives home first? Does it matter whether he's here or not? I don't know, and I don't want to pay the price for guessing wrong!" She headed for the stairs. Turning on the bottom step, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Dear!" Then she turned and went on up.

Ten minutes later, she was downstairs, wearing her house collar, assessing dinner opportunities when Bobby and Dina walked in. Rick and Mandi were sitting at the table, drinking cokes and working on homework. "Hi, Mum!" Dina said, brightly.

"Hi, Dear. Hello, Bobby," Merry replied.

"Hello, Merry," Bobby replied. True to Dina's early morning prediction, he was ogling Mandi and Merry shamelessly.

Mandi ignored him after a quick nod; Merry let him have a long look, and announced, "Okay, get that wolf out of here before your father comes home and decides to charge him admission!" Dina and Bobby both grinned, and Dina asked, "Can Bobby stay for dinner? Big Al's having Helen over to their place, and..."

"... They might like to be alone?" Merry filled in the blank.

"Yeah."

"Well, I've no problem with it, but I'm not the final arbiter around here. Ask your father when he comes home. Mandi?"

"I'm staying the night, Mum, if I can get away with it - basically for the same reason." Mandi replied.

Merry eyed the girl critically. "That's the second time today you've referred to me as 'Mum'. What's going on?"

Mandi blushed. "I'm buttering you up; I want to move in!"

"As I recently pointed out, I gave up all pretense at being in authority around here a couple of days ago!" Merry pointed out.

"True, but you're in charge below stairs. And you still have some influence on your Master, if only in that he will take the implications on you into account before deciding."

Rick put in his two cents worth: "Mandi would help around here, and I'd ensure that you stood first in the pecking order. In fact, I already have."

Merry frowned, considering. As she did, her eyes lit on the younger girl's relatively unravaged body. "And would this extend your father's authority over Mandi?"

Rick's answer was smooth, if not exactly honest, "No more than it would mine over you..."

Merry wasn't buying. "You must answer to your father!"

"I trust him to do what is right! Don't you?" Rick replied.

"Your father's idea of what is right has had to be adjusted several times in the last couple of weeks, as has mine. I don't care to predict. In fact, it's presumption beyond my station to do so." Merry snapped.

Rick grinned and set the hook, "I could always demand tit for... tit!"

"Richard! That's - " Merry went red, then white.

"Every adolescent boy's dream - including mine!"

"You're as bad as Dina! I've failed you both!" Merry wailed. Worse was the fact that the idea had a certain forbidden appeal... 

"What's the real problem?" Rick asked, more seriously.

Merry got a grip on her imagination. "Mandi is quite a bit younger and fresher looking than I am! I'm twenty years and two children ahead of her! Surely that will represent a temptation to your father!"

"Mandi, stand beside Mum!" Rick directed. He examined the pair. "Okay, Mandi is taller, and more - uh - robust, but all that means is that you're more petite by comparison. Bust size is about the same, although Mandi's are rounder and yours are more pointy. Both sets droop just a touch - sorry! - but neither of you is bad, and in fact it confirms that both sets are natural. Turn around." They did. "Both of you are padded a bit from the rear - and actually, you're very similar." He popped them both on the ass. To the accompaniment of their shrieks of outrage, he grinned and announced, "Feel's about the same, too! Nice!" Sobering, he continued, "Seriously, Mum, Pop has twenty years invested in you - I don't think you have anything to fear from Mandi, even if he does dally with her a couple of times. But I'll insist upon reciprocity if it will make you more comfortable."

"Um, I'm not sure that would help - but I guess I won't stand in your way!" Merry grinned. This had gone beyond ridiculous! Rick winked and gave Mandi the thumbs up.



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Chapter 80: Alien family dinners


Helen had arrived at McGinty's for the day shift quietly, but she was projecting a certain level of fear and, more important, anticipation. By noon, Flossie had picked it up, and was quizzing Helen about various subjects, trying to find the focal point by striking around it like an artillery barrage. When Helen finally got off at 4:00 and, instead of going home, ducked into the ladies room with a suitcase in her hand, all Hell broke loose!

Flossie was standing there with a grin on her face as Helen came out. "So, what's this?"

"I, uh, have an appointment. I don't have time to go home." Helen temporized.

"Hmph. If that was all there was to it, you'd have brought in a dress on a hanger. That's an overnight bag. You stayin' somewhere overnight, Honey?"

"Uh..."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Flossie was relentless. "Girls! Keep an eye out! Helen's man is comin'!" The other waitresses harassed her mercilessly, with comments like, "Where do I call you - we want another tape!" and "When's the next Sex Ed class?" until she gave up and went outside to wait. When Big Al pulled up in his battered pickup, Helen was in a rush to get in, but Al did the gallant thing, getting out and coming around to open the door, and gathering her in for a kiss. The resulting hoots and catcalls alerted Al to his audience - three of the waitresses were smiling and waving through the window. He proceeded to buss her again, and make her like it - Helen gave up resisting after about two seconds - before smiling and waving at their audience. Al thought about goosing Helen as she mounted up, but decided against it, knowing that he was still on probation from the phone call.

Getting in, he asked, "Couldn't keep it quiet, huh?"

Helen grimaced. "They're relentless, and they watch me like hawks - especially since the answering machine incident. You'd think they had no men of their own!"

Al grinned. "Aw, they're just happy for ya!" he chided.

"They're embarrassing me to death! You'd think I was sixteen!" Helen blustered.

Al reached out a paw and dragged her across the bench seat to him. "Nice dress," he observed, changing the subject.

In reality, the blue dress was pretty demure; Helen had deliberately chosen it to de-emphasize her various charms. The round neckline didn't show a lot of her cleavage, (although you couldn't hide the sheer volume of breast flesh hiding under there), and she had cradled everything in a no- nonsense brassiere. Still, the little over-jacket made it quite dressy. Helen was determined to attempt to discover whether the pair had a relationship outside the bedroom, and to that end she had gone to some lengths to put her various alleged charms under wraps. Al played along, keeping his hands in non-controversial territory, mauling her right side, waist, and neck while he drove. Helen relaxed despite herself, which was his intent. Idly, he remarked, "If I hadn't spent two hours trying to figure out which can to open, I'd suggest that we go out to dinner..."

Helen smiled. "That's okay. I want to see just how domestic you can be!"

Al's voice was gruff. "Well, you'll see the full extent of it - I can't accomplish much more!" It was nothing less than the truth; Al had spent several hours driving Mike and Bobby nuts obsessing over little things that couldn't be fixed in less than a week. The house was as spotless as three men could make it - which was pretty good, since Al had learned his cleaning standard in the military, where they check the corners FIRST!

They pulled up in front of a somewhat ramshackle ranch-style place that showed the marks of a couple of additions over the years. The yard was well-kept, if somewhat lacking in flowerbeds and other decorations. Helen was pleased to note that there wasn't any sign of a car under repair in sight, and said so. Al responded, "I own a garage. Work should stay there, if possible. Bobby's current project is inside the garage, but I don't believe in automotive statuary in the yard." He got out of the truck and escorted her in.

Once through the entry, Helen took a look around. Things were pretty neat, and pretty clean - not perfect, but okay. The place had seen a woman's touch once, but it had been a while; in many places tastefully organized older furnishings coexisted uneasily with newer, purely functional (normally modern) replacements. The living room was roomier than hers, and a short flight of stairs led off to a den with a rough stone hearth that apparently had seen little recent use.

Big Al was hideously nervous. He managed to get Helen placed on a couch in the den, then stood around trying to figure out what to do with his hands. Alone with Helen, he totally ran out of witticisms and couldn't think of a thing to say. Finally, he remembered social lubricants: "Would you like a drink? You're gonna have to put up with my lasagna, so I bought some Chianti, but I can probably find something else if you have something in mind." The realization in mid-sentence that he DIDN'T keep a well- stocked bar, and therefore had little or nothing to offer only added to his embarrassment.

Helen correctly identified the problem, and worked to let him off the hook. "What do YOU normally have in the evening, Al?" she asked.

"Uh, beer, occasionally, but usually just an iced tea or lemonade - or a soda. Used to drink more wine, but I'm no connoisseur. Thanks to the boys, I've got a few types of soda - coke, some citrus stuff, Seven-up, maybe something new and flashy, if I'm lucky and Bobby did the last grocery run. Uh, I don't do diet - I can taste that sweetener."

"Is the tea sweetened?" Helen inquired.

"Uh, no, I usually sweeten it when I pour it."

"That's fine - I can do the same?" Helen responded.

"Okay, I'll be right back. Lemon?" Al asked, mentally crossing his fingers in the hopes there was one available.

"No, they're a pain in the neck, and I don't want you gone that long. In fact, why don't I go with you? I'd drag you into the kitchen at my house..."

"Yeah. Okay..." The more he thought of the idea, the better it sounded. "Sure, Come on!" He led the way through a doorway to the right, into a kitchen that showed the marks of high traffic, but very little cooking. But a rich aroma wafted from the oven when Al popped open the door, and he nodded his satisfaction at the look of the product before rifling the cabinet for a pair of matched glasses. Tea came from a glass pitcher, and probably NOT from a mix. Al mumbled something about it being worth it to do some things right. Helen collected the sugar and a long-handled spoon and mixed a spoonful in. Al took two.

Al made another feeble attempt at conversation. "So, other than the harassment, how was your day?"

Helen smiled. "It was okay. Tips were a bit scant in the afternoon, but that's not unusual."

"How much do you rely on tips?" Al queried.

"The system is rigged at about 50%," Helen replied, smiling, "but I tend to do just a bit better."

"Tough making ends meet?"

"It can be. The girls are fairly frugal, though - especially Mandi - although she may want more of a wardrobe, now..." Helen replied.

"From what I've seen of that pair, she may need less!" Al laughed. "In any case, Rick may take it into his head to relieve you of that financial burden, sooner rather than later!"

"You've known Rick for some time," Helen wondered, "What do you think of Rick?"

"He's a good kid - intelligent, well balanced. Not a mean bone in his body. He's gonna make something of himself, I think. Mandi's got herself a keeper, in my book!"

"That was my opinion," Helen agreed, "but I value yours. I don't know him like you do - I know he's hung out with Bobby for some time. I know Dina, but she's different - almost a force of nature. What're you going to do about her and Bobby?"

"Nothin'," Al grinned. "She's done more to tame him in two weeks than I could get out of five years of church-goin'. I used to have to rely on Rick's touch of leadership to keep Bobby from going overboard. Now Dina's got him hog-tied. Should have seen it - she's been setting him up for a while!"

"What about the age difference?" Helen asked.

"By the time they both get out of high school, a couple years won't matter. If they don't make it, things will settle themselves. I hope they make it, though. They're a cute couple." Al looked earnest. "Flip side is their folks. Seems like all Hell's broke loose over there. My weird shit- o-meter's about pegged!"

"It's different, but I'm not sure it's bad. I get some from Mandi, who turns out to have similar tendencies," Helen related. "As I understand it, Dina's mother has a submissive streak about a mile wide, but had been playing the standard liberated woman game. Quite by accident, she discovered that she was very unhappy, and things didn't have to be that way."

"I hear the husband beats her." Al grunted.

"Don't judge him too harshly. Ultimately, he's giving her what she wants. And he's got 20 years of pent-up frustration to vent. The beatings are something she needs to establish his dominance - and she WANTS him to be dominant! Mandi says he was reluctant, and he does no more than he must, but he's strong with her, and it's what she craves."

"I can't see it."

"Me, either, but... Mandi says she's incredibly happy - that you can SEE the difference! She also says it's not an abuse thing - he makes her toe the line, and she loves him for it. Neither of them is into pain, giving or taking."

"It's still pretty weird." Al extracted the lasagna pan from the oven and set it out to cool.

"I agree. But Mandi says that the new relationship is a vast improvement over the old one. Apparently, she was a real ice cube in bed, and they were both frustrated. Now, he takes no shit, she does what she's told and doesn't get wrapped up in guilt over the results, and they're both having a ball!" Helen shrugged.

"Huh! Never thought of that! Big hang-ups, huh? I've seen that..." Al mused, pensive.

"Apparently. Wow! That sure smells good!" Helen changed the subject, having conquered Al's prejudice in the matter.

"It'd better - it's my sole specialty. Almost everything else comes out of the microwave!" Al's grin was rueful.

"You need a woman around..." Helen shut up in mid-sentence, having realized what she'd come out with.

Al winked. "Got my eye on one!"

Helen blushed furiously, 'I didn't..."

"Well I DID!" Al riposted. "Look, I've spent a couple of nights in bed with you there next to me, and, frankly, the alternative sucks! At this point, I'd give just about anything to be able to wake up every morning with you droolin' on my shoulder and your hair tickin' my nose."

"How long will it be before you realize that there's more - and better - where I come from?" Anger was a thin veneer over Helen's fear.

"You ain't happy until you've offered to push me off on some skinny bitch! I DON'T WANT NO SKINNY BITCH!" Al roared. "If I WANTED a skinny bitch, I'd have chased one down by now! Do you see any? I WANT YOU!!!" After a moment, he got strangely quiet. "How come we always have to cover this ground?" he sighed, reached out and gripped her hand. "I'm sorry your first husband was a shit, and I'm sorry he left and took your belief in yourself with you - but I ain't him, and I love ya. When I look at you, I see everything I ever wanted in a woman. If ya can't believe in yourself, believe in ME! Okay?"

"Okay," Helen replied meekly. A tear dripped off her nose as Al leaned over to kiss her. It was a gentle thing, not freighted with the sexual urgency that had been the signature of earlier efforts.

When it was over, Al mumbled, "Lemme get this stuff dished out before it gets cold," and began cutting the lasagna with a spatula.

"Okay, where are the plates?" Helen queried.

"Over there." Al pointed, then stopped himself.

Helen smiled as she moved to the indicated cupboard. "Let's quit worrying about the whole host - guest thing and work together, and see how that goes. I know you're not comfortable with it, and it's getting in our way."

"Uh, okay," Al replied, visibly relieved. "I just don't know how - no practice!"

"On the other hand, I've been doing it for years. Why don't we play to each other's strengths?" Helen smiled, setting the plates on the counter. Al turned, wordless, and wrapped his arms around her; Helen snuggled in. The lasagna could wait a few... 

Paul Michaels arrived home expecting trouble, only to find Ellen strangely subdued and compliant. Terry and Jackie were in on the couch watching TV, Jackie's head resting on Terry's lap, when Paul popped in to ask what was up. "What did you do to your mother?" he asked Terry.

"Nothing, actually. Oh, we rattled her cage a bit over making out, but... Frankly, I figured it was YOU!"

"Me?" Paul was mystified.

"Yeah. She was acting funny a while ago, and mumbled something about something you said to her." Terry shrugged. "She's been good ever since."

"Hmmm," Paul said, deep in thought. "I told her to grow up - you guys aren't doing anything we didn't at your age." He snapped his fingers. "I told her if she didn't straighten up, I'd replace her with a bottle blonde!"

"I guess she figured you had one in mind," Terry observed. "Mom's that insecure?"

Paul frowned, "I didn't THINK so - but I guess its useful information for the future!"

Jackie arched an eyebrow, but Terry forestalled her. "Mom tends to give Dad a lot of crap! In fact, making him go without for extended periods is a favorite tactic. If Dad can get a lick in, well, he's due!" Jackie subsided.

Paul wandered back into the kitchen, maintaining a wary front. After a moment, Ellen looked up from what she was doing. "What did you mean earlier when you said you could replace me... "

Paul went poker faced, but he finished the quote, "... with a bleach blonde?" Ellen nodded and looked up. To Paul's surprise, there was real fear lurking there in her gaze. Nonetheless, he decided not to let her off the hook. "Nothing, perhaps, - but there have been times when it appeared to be easier to conduct a sexual relationship at work than at home, not that I have taken advantage of such opportunities. There ARE limits, however..."

"... And I'd be wise to stay within them, perhaps?" Ellen responded tartly.

Paul said nothing, content to merely observe her coolly. After a moment, the bravado began to crumble. Ellen dropped her eyes and turned away.

Paul relented, changing the subject. "What's for dinner?" They moved on to more domestic, less controversial matters.

Everyone was on their best behavior at supper. The young couple did nothing to get anyone's nose out of joint, Jackie even assisting with cleanup. Ellen refused to either give or take offense, and Paul said little. Everyone went in to watch TV afterward, there being a decent movie on.

"I'm home!" Robert Nellis made the ritual announcement and awaited developments. In the kitchen, Merry passed a glance with Mandi, then shrugged out of her apron, handing her the pasta stirrer as well. She didn't quite run to the entry, dropping into the ready position quickly. "Forgive me, Master - I was cooking!"

"Will it be all right?" he asked as he motioned her to rise.

"I handed off to Mandi," came the reply.

"Ah," Robert shucked out of his coat, and Merry took it and began working it over a hanger and into the closet. Robert took the opportunity to step up behind her and place both hands on her hips.

"Yi!" Merry leaped a foot, before remembering herself and standing still.

"Something wrong?" Robert asked, innocently.

"M-master's hands are cold!" Merry replied, "Brrrr!"

"They got wet! Aren't you glad I didn't take advantage of those two heaters on your chest?" Robert smiled wickedly.

Merry refused to be drawn. "They're called 'hooters' Master - and Master will do as he pleases, and I will be happy to be of service!" Deliberately, she leaned back against him, facilitating the movement of his hands to her twin mounds, despite the goose pimples. Her nipples were already erect and her aureoles crinkled when his hands arrived.

"Mmmmm. Very nice. But sensitive. I believe I can make do with a more general heat source. Turn around and kiss me." Merry did, and Robert grabbed two big handfuls of her ass. They lingered for a while like that.

Robert let go and stepped back. "So, how did the day go?"

"Well, Master, I should have a dress code document by Thursday - the partners drafted it today. My outfit was a hit with Bert - in fact, he took everything you authorized and politicked for more!"

"Really!" Robert was amused.

"Yes, Master. When it became apparent that he was enjoying himself, I ensured that he got to see some nipple." She paused. "He was so happy that I used my judgment and decided that removing my blouse and giving him a good long look was within the spirit of your instructions..."

"He didn't touch anything?" Robert asked, poker faced.

Merry began to get seriously nervous. "No, Master. I related my instructions in that matter exactly, and Bert absorbed everything, including possible implications. You told me to use my judgment - did I go too far?"

"Apparently not," Robert replied. "Did it have any effect on the dress code?"

"It may have helped relax it. Ann said that Bert came down on the side of more casual wear, and cited my example in particular. She was certainly surprised!"

"Tell me more about your run-in with Bert."

"Well, I went in to take him some papers and he got an eyeful when I bent over the desk. He decided to dictate some changes, so I sat down to write. I caught him trying to get a better angle, so I suggested that he look over my shoulder..."

"You little minx!" Robert was grinning.

Merry, heartened, continued, "The poor man couldn't even spell! After a couple of minutes, I hauled at the neckline of the halter to give him a nipple shot. I think he stopped breathing! Anyway, that's when he dropped his hand on my shoulder. I stopped him, relating your instructions that he was not to touch me without your permission. He puzzled over that one for a while, but then he let go of it and asked me to be specific about what you said he COULD see!"

"That was the lawyer coming out," Robert was still grinning.

"I went over it, and when I was finished, he ask me if, since, I had permission to show him my breasts, did I think that implied a good long look? I remembered that you had told me to use my judgment based on what he seemed to be able to handle, so I decided that it was within the spirit, if not the letter, of your instructions. So I locked the office door and took off my top!" Merry was watching Robert anxiously.

"Hmmph. Well, it was a bit more than I intended, for now, but no harm was done apparently. How good a look did he take?" Robert asked.

"He took a good ten minutes, Master. I think he memorized them from close up! He was SO happy!"

"How close up?" Robert queried. Merry hesitated. "Don't lie - I'll call him, then beat you!"

"He didn't touch me, Master, even accidentally, but he got VERY close!" Merry held a hand a couple of inches from her right breast to demonstrate the distance.

Robert nodded. "What else did he do? Did he - uh..."

"No, Master. I told him he could, but he said he didn't feel right about having me see it - but he also let me know that as soon as I was out of sight, he probably would!" Merry dimpled.

"You definitely exceeded yourself, there. Bring your punishment book. I have the entry from when you left it the other day to enter, anyway." Robert directed.

Merry, looking crestfallen, went and got it, kneeling to present it. "You write," Robert ordered. "'A slave offered more of herself than her master directed.' And 'a slave forgot her punishment book.' Back-date that one. Now, Did Bert ask for more? Did you give him anything else?"

"No, Master."

"You're sure? I'll call him, and it will be the worse for you!"

"I'm sure, Master. Bert was a gentleman and did not attempt to exceed your instructions."

"Aside from the exposure level query!" Robert was grinning again. "I'm disposed to be lenient; I'm becoming interested in this streak of exhibitionism you're developing, and I'm not sure I want to discourage it. Maybe I'll think of a more interesting punishment... You realize that you went so far that the idea of Bert having you sexually is no longer far- fetched?"

"Um, yes, Master," Merry looked thoughtful.

"Did you consider that I might now be honor bound to offer you to him for his pleasure?" Robert continued.

"Um, no, Master!"

"Well, you should have! He and I will have to talk, and I will need to reveal your status to him. With a lesser man, you might have put yourself in danger of rape! And while I would make every effort to punish a man who raped you, incitement at that level would draw YOU punishment, too! Remind me of this issue after dinner - I wish to contrive an appropriately entertaining punishment."

"Mum!" sounded from the kitchen, "The pasta is going critical!"

"Go ahead and pull it! Ask Rick to show you where the colander is!" Merry yelled back.

"Mum?" Robert blinked.

Merry dimpled. "Mandi is buttering me up. Apparently, it's an embellishment on Rick's grand plan to make Mandi a permanent occupant of his bedroom."

"Like stirring the pasta pot? Go take care of the immediate emergency, and come back. I wish to speak to you about this."

"Timing is a problem, Master. The 'immediate emergency' should end when it goes on the table, for it to be properly warm."

Robert nodded. "Get it ready to serve and everyone moving in the proper direction. I wish to have a private conversation with you on this matter, and I will accept cooling pasta to do it."

"Yes, Master." Merry dipped, turned, and dashed out, yelling, "Dina! Bobby! Dinner!" over her shoulder.

Moments later, the couple emerged from the den, adding a factor to Robert's bemused analysis of Merry's parting dip. Robert eyed Bobby. "How long have you been here?" he asked.

Dina responded, "Since after school, Pop. We're doing homework!" Her grin said that wasn't ALL they were doing.

"Why weren't you in the kitchen?" The kitchen table was the traditional location for communal homework gatherings at the Nellis'.

"Mum ran Bobby out for ogling her and Mandi." Again the grin.

Robert absorbed Mandi's implied state of dress, then nodded. "This isn't a freak show, young man."

Bobby nodded. "I know, Sir. I come for Dina, but..."

"I'm still trying to decide whether I'm happy about THAT!" Robert replied, "Still, if I were your age, I'd get an eyeful, too. And Dina didn't ask my opinion, and can usually handle her own messes. You're welcome here - just try to control your usual enthusiasm about broadcasting this particular situation. I don't want to be hip deep in voyeurs!"

"Yessir." Bobby paused, glancing significantly at Dina. "The secret's already out..."

Robert frowned. "See to it that you do not extend its transmission. Go! Eat!"

"Yessir!" Bobby got out of there, Dina behind him, grinning at her father over her shoulder.

Merry got everyone except Robert seated, all of the proper tools and equipment in place, and left Mandi to preside over the actual dispensing of the product, returning to Robert, who had seated himself on the couch. Dropping into the ready position, she queried, "Master?"

"So, why are they buttering YOU up?" Robert began.

"Apparently, Master, they are under the impression that despite my station, I might be in a position to exercise undue influence over you. I attempted to disabuse them of this idea, but Rick pointed out that if she entered this household, it would be as a slave, and I was still senior to her under those circumstances. Therefore, apparently, my favor is still to be curried." Merry was grinning.

"I see. While you are correct in assuming that I will be the final arbiter in this matter, Rick is correct in certain particulars. I'm interested in hearing your opinion."

Merry's face blanked. "I have none, Master. It is not my place."

Robert rubbed his jaw. "A proper response. Nonetheless, I require you to generate one. I cannot seriously entertain the idea of bringing another woman under this roof without understanding the consequences."

Merry sighed. "Mandi is a sweet child, Master, and would no doubt be as much of a help around here as the pair are so anxiously trying to demonstrate. I have no problems on THAT score. I... fear the competition."

Robert's eyebrows lifted. "Explain."

Merry began to examine the floor, rather than meeting Robert's eyes. "If Mandi enters this household as a slave, she subordinates herself to you. She cannot be subordinate to me, otherwise. She is twenty years younger than I am, in the full bloom of her youth. Soon or late, you will sample her - and I cannot compete!"

Robert shook his head. "You underestimate yourself," he chided, "One of the very things that causes you to worry about her - her age - is a two- edged sword. I could not possibly consider entering into anything resembling a serious relationship with a teenager; the gulf between us is too large. Besides, apparently you have no appreciation for your current state. It is quite possible that when Mandi reaches your age, she will look nowhere near as good as you do. One of the joys of cherishing you is that you have no idea just how beautiful you are! Finally, I love and respect my son too much to insult and hurt him by trying to appropriate his woman. At this point, I have no intention of dallying with her at all; certainly I will not do so without his leave."

Merry smiled gently. "Rick said that he would require a certain quid pro quo..."

Robert raised his eyebrows. "Was he serious?"

"I think he was. He muttered something about it being every boy's fantasy. Master, where did we go wrong? Our children are absolutely amoral!"

Robert grinned. "I think we did quite well! Our children have a fine sense of what is important and what is ritualistic mumbo-jumbo put in place to keep the cattle all moving in the same direction!" He leered, "So, what do YOU think of bedding Rick?"

"It's - uh - I..."

"It's verboten, and you just got wet thinking about it!" Robert laughed. Merry, knowing better than to contradict him, hung her head and blushed. Robert continued, "I plan to put off this decision for a few days. We'll see what they do, and if they appear to be serious. You may update me on your feelings on this matter whenever appropriate. Shall we have dinner?"

"Yes, Master." Merry rose and followed Robert into the dining room.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Mandi helped Merry to serve, prompting a comment from Robert about the fact that guests apparently had a better idea of hospitality than members of his family. Dina stuck out her tongue and announced that she had her own reasons for abstaining: "Too many cooks spoil the omelet." The fact that she was really supporting Mandi's bid to look good was not lost on Robert, who had to admit that she looked very good, indeed, from a purely aesthetic viewpoint.



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Chapter 81: What comes of teasing


After dinner, Robert retired to the den. Mandi began assisting Merry with cleanup, which shamed Dina into helping. The boys took a shot, but mostly got in the way, so they, too were forced to retire to the den. The women joined them as they became available, Merry last. After thirty minutes, she rose from where she was kneeling next to Robert's recliner and went to get her punishment book. "Master," she said as she knelt, presenting the book, "I was instructed to remind you of today's transgressions."

Robert schooled his expression, but he was secretly pleased that she had remembered and had not tried to pull anything. "Ah, yes." He peered at the entries on the page for a moment. "I also remember having decided that merely beating you would be unimaginative and repetitious." He rose and waved to Dina, "Can I speak to you for a moment?"

Dina got up and followed her father into the next room. "I want to put a good scare into your mother," he related, "and I want to use Bobby to do it, since he's the only male present who is not in the family. The thing is, if he's fast and your mother is foolish, he could end up having sex with her. Are you okay with that?"

Dina grinned, "And it's going to be entertaining?"

"I think I can guarantee it. There will be opportunities for you to get in on the fun, too."

"I can handle it. Did Rick ever tell you what he rigged up for Sex Ed for Bobby?"

Robert looked blank. "Nooo..."

"Forget it. I'm okay with the thing if Bobby is." Dina waved the subject away.

"Okay, get him." Robert waited until she returned with her boyfriend. "Bobby, I want to ask you to help me punish Merry for being a prick tease."

"Jeez, Sir, that kind of runs in the family!" Bobby laughed.

Both males cast an eye on Dina, and Robert cracked a smile. "Well, one at a time, I guess. Anyway, you'd be surprised to see what lengths I'll go to to ensure that Merry remembers this evening for some time. I can't tell you exactly what will go on right now, because I want it to be a surprise for you, too - but I guarantee it'll be a unique experience. Are you game?"

Bobby looked at Dina, who smiled and nodded. Robert continued, "I cleared it with Dina first, so you're absolved in advance - don't worry about that part."

"Okay," Bobby announced, "I'm game!"

They re-entered the den, and Robert waved Bobby into an overstuffed chair. "All right. Merry has surfaced a little streak of exhibitionism, which I think is a fine thing, in moderation. However, she let it get away from her today, and I want to impress upon her the consequences of such things, so we're going to have a little demonstration. Merry is going to give us all a little exhibition, with Bobby as the primary target." Merry stiffened and blinked. "Bobby, we're going to play this phase by strip-club rules. Merry can touch you with any part of her body that occurs to her, but you cannot initiate anything. You're to enjoy the show and get what you can from it. Understood?"

"Yessir!" Bobby's and Merry's eyes were both popping, for very different reasons.

Robert turned to Merry. "Merry, you have ten minutes to make Bobby extremely familiar with every inch of your body. I want him to be able to pick out your pussy from a row of them, blindfolded, by smell! I want him to be able to draw contour maps of your breasts! So get up close and personal. Understood?"

Merry, saucer-eyed, nodded dumbly.

Robert continued gently, "This is NOT your punishment. I want you to enjoy yourself!" Turning to Dina, he added, "You can offer suggestions and coach her if you want."

"Kewl!" Dina was beside herself.

"Okay. Ready?" Merry nodded, still somewhat glazed. "Begin!"

Mandi leaned back against Rick to watch the show. Merry's initial approach was tentative, but she soon became comfortable with the whole thing, and began to enjoy herself. Dina put on some music, and hung around, offering suggestions ("Start down low, and slide yourself up his legs!" "Maintain eye contact - it's sexier!" "Hey, Pop! Can she rub her tits on his face?") and generally ensuring that Merry pushed the edge of the envelope. Merry rubbed her breasts over Bobby's delighted face and slid up and down his torso, front and back, dancing and swaying before him. She assumed more and more provocative poses under Dina's guidance. There wasn't anyone in the room who did not become aroused.

When Robert shouted "Freeze!" at eight minutes and forty seconds, Merry was backed up to the chair, holding her labia open bare millimeters from Bobby's excited nostrils. Robert figured things couldn't get much more provocative. "Okay," he announced, "Now for Phase Two! This is where you, Merry, discover what happens to a prick tease! Bobby, when I say 'Go!', you have five minutes to chase Merry down and subdue her. If during that period, your cock penetrates any of her orifices, it's yours! Merry, you're to try to stay away from Bobby - but if he catches you and puts his cock in you, you will immediately stop struggling and ensure that he enjoys the experience, understand?" Merry's eyes were even bigger than they had been upon receiving instructions for Phase One, and her mouth hung open, but she nodded dumbly. "Okay, on to the rules. Merry, during this period, you're not to hurt Bobby; he has to go home in one piece! Bobby, you, on the other hand, as the aggrieved party, have looser rules. I ask that you not damage Merry too visibly or too permanently - but a little pain is authorized, and even considered instructive. Understand?" The pair nodded, Merry looking horrified, and Bobby grinning from ear to ear. "Ready... Go!"

Bobby's hands popped up off his thighs and wrapped around the front of Merry's pinning her momentarily. He pulled her back to him and stuck his tongue in her still open slit. Merry screamed bloody murder, put both feet on the front of the chair and pushed off, breaking free. She ran from the room as if she were being pursued by furies!

"Jeezus Pop! This is fucking GREAT!" Dina was screaming her laughter.

Robert turned to her. "Okay, but your active participation is over! You can watch, but you can no longer offer suggestions to either side!" Turning to Bobby, he added, "I'd recommend that you get out of your clothes! If you get her pinned, you don't want to be fishing around one-handed for your cock!"

Bobby used fifteen precious seconds rapidly divesting himself of his clothing, still grinning from ear to ear, and took off. Merry could be heard thundering up the stairs at a dead run.

"Big mistake, that," Dina opined, "I'd have gone outside. What's five minutes, outside, even naked?" A door slammed, followed by a click. "I think she locked the door."

"Merry!" Robert roared. "You can hide, but no locked doors!" There was an unformatted sound of frustration, and the lock clicked again. The door slammed open - but suddenly, things got quiet. "Stealth mode!" Robert grinned. "Let's go see how they're doing!"

The next few minutes were pandemonium. Merry and Bobby were about the same size, which helped Merry shake Bobby twice, once in the master bedroom, and once in the pantry, by feats of superhuman strength generated by her fear. The four noncombatants followed along evincing various moods from mild amusement (Robert) to absolute glee (Dina) as Merry and Bobby hurtled from room to room. Robert's countdown of the last five seconds found Bobby trying to peel Merry from under Dina's bed, where she had one arm and one leg hooked in the slats. Bobby was applying coercion by the expedient of sliding his hand into her crotch. He had managed to bury two fingers between her vulva and was working his thumb into her anus to the accompaniment of loud screams of pain and outrage.

"Five... four... three... two... one... okay, that's it!" Robert announced. Bobby, obviously onto something, was momentarily reluctant, but gave way. Merry lay there, quivering.

Dina took the opportunity to remark to Bobby, "I'd have twisted a nipple 'til she let go, but I like your style!"

Bobby grinned, "I figured that if I got a bowling ball grip, it would accomplish the same thing!"

Robert regarded Merry for a moment and announced, "I trust that you learned something..."

"Y-yes, Master!" Merry managed to push out.

"Good," Robert responded, "Position!"

Merry extracted her somewhat battered body and assumed the ready position. Robert rubbed his jaw. "Of course, Bobby still has been overstimulated. I guess I should do something..." Merry cringed.

"Forget it, Pop! I'll handle it!" Dina dropped to her knees and engulfed Bobby's cock with her mouth. Surprise and overstimulation took their toll immediately; Bobby's eyes rolled back and his knees nearly gave way, then he buried both hands in Dina's hair, holding her in place while he dumped seven shots of cum into her warm mouth.

"I didn't need to see that," Robert remarked, mildly, "but it did the job. Thanks, Dina." Dina waved it off; she couldn't talk yet, she was too busy swallowing. Besides, Bobby hadn't let go yet. Turning to Merry, he announced, "Bobby's not the only one overstimulated! Our room in five minutes! Bring cuffs, the riding crop, and some lubricant! I want to know why he couldn't get his thumb in there! Now go!" Merry ran.

Dina licked her lips and chortled, "She's gonna remember tonight for awhile!"

"Wow! That was SO hot!" Mandi exclaimed.

Rick grabbed Mandi's elbow. "Good! 'Cause I've got something for you!" He made for his bedroom, pushing her before him. Mandi was on her knees opening his fly before the door closed.

Merry dashed up, winded, as Robert reached the door of the master suite. He took the cuffs from her and had her hands locked behind her back before she knew what hit her, then pushed her into the room and slammed the door behind them.

Robert pushed Merry toward the bed, and knelt her up on the edge of it. He took the lubricant and squirted a dollop of it along her ass crack starting high up near her tailbone, and let gravity move it past her anal bud to her vaginal opening while he shucked out of his clothes. The feeling of the head of Robert's cock smearing the lube from her anus to her clitoris moments later was quite pleasant, and Merry relaxed and enjoyed it.

Robert entered her vagina and began slowly pumping, but that wasn't his primary focus this night. Adding a bit of lube to it, he began working his forefinger into the tight brown ring of Merry's anus. Merry, physically and emotionally exhausted for Bobby's pseudo-rape, didn't even THINK of resisting, working rather on opening herself up and allowing the penetration. Once he had the first finger in, Robert wormed in a second, maintaining adequate lubrication - there was no reason to make it painful, and every reason to make it pleasant. Merry found that Robert's action stimulated an old, pregnancy-induced hemorrhoid, causing an incredible itching sensation and soothing it at the same time, an odd pleasure/pain mix that intensified the feeling of fullness caused by the fingers in her anal canal and the cock in her vagina. "Ooogh!" she announced, not too coherently.

Robert took this as his signal that all was in readiness and withdrew both cock and fingers. Merry's incipient whine was stilled when the head of the cock appeared at her loosened sphincter, and slowly slid in. The more resilient texture of his cock flesh made up for the difference in size, and Merry found the penetration to be pleasant, overall. Robert reached down and inserted his thumb in her vagina, wrapping two fingers around her clitoral hood and crushing the stalk between them and the thumb, working it back and forth. Merry began to realize with some surprise that orgasm was not only possible, but on the way!

In the next room, Mandi was similarly perched on the bed, with the exception of the handcuffs. Rick was driving into her vagina with powerful strokes, contenting himself with inserting his thumb in her anus, lubricated with spit. As Mandi began to stiffen and quake, Rick used this anchor to push down on her ass, keeping her from dislodging him by straightening her legs. He watched in the dresser mirror as Mandi's eyes became glassy and began to roll up; the only sound she was making was loud inhalations and exhalations as she basically panted through her nose. Thus, he was not taken by surprise when Mandi erupted with an urgent "Nnnnnn!" and her vagina began to clench. The dance that her sphincter was doing on his thumb was an interesting experience, though, and one he decided he might pursue later. Rick managed to hold on through the bulk of Mandi's orgasm, waiting until she collapsed on her forearms before erupting in her buttery vagina. This triggered a second series of shocks in Mandi, extending her orgasm for another few moments while she milked his pulsating shaft. At the end of the effort, he dropped his upper torso onto her back, and she collapsed forward onto the bed, carrying him with her, still buried.

Robert had settled into a steady driving rhythm in Merry's ass. The mix of sensations - the itch, the fullness in her anal canal, the feel of his thumb in her vagina, and the abuse he was giving her clitoris - all combined to drive her toward orgasm. Robert occasionally delivered an open- handed swat to her ass to get her to clench up, but she wasn't registering this as pain; it was just another input to the symphony of sensations she was experiencing. Thus, when she felt Robert's cock head swell with his impending climax, she shrieked, "Please, Master! More! Just... There!... There! AIIEEEEE!!!" as the two additional slamming strokes finished the job for both of them. Robert buried himself, pouring gout after gout into Merry's abused rectum, which was pulsating nearly much as her soaking vagina.

After a moment, Robert lurched off Merry's kneeling form, and was again upright. Merry, dazed, turned around to present her mouth for the cleanup. The smell was rank, and the taste... Well, where there wasn't actual fecal matter, that taste of her anal lubricant was musky, but not too bad. The lube Robert had applied had actually helped keep things from getting too nasty, as well. All in all, it was survivable, Merry realized dimly.

For Robert's part, he hadn't realized Merry's intent until she was already in action, or he might have let the whole thing pass. As it was, once she had begun, stopping her was contraindicated, so he let her finish. He then undid her handcuffs, motioned her back across the bed, and collapsed atop her.

Bobby and Dina settled onto her bed and cuddled one another, listening to the rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping together and the accompanying outbursts of delight coming from the adjacent rooms. Occasionally, the sound of an open handed smack to the buttocks added to the din. "Damn!" Dina complained, "Everybody's getting theirs but me!" Bobby wordlessly rose and extracted her panties, then knelt between her legs and stuck his face in her crotch. Soon, there were three sets of delighted wails.

After he brought her to her first crashing orgasm, Dina scooted up and told Bobby, "Bring that thing around here, and we can both get seconds!" Bobby circled around and rolled onto the bottom, so Dina could bob on his erection while he continued to abuse her clitoris. Dina proceeded to attack his swollen member with great relish, working the ring of her lips over the ridge of his glans again and again until he stopped to gather breath, howl wordlessly, and empty himself in her mouth for the second time in fifteen minutes. Bobby recovered rapidly, and gave Dina a serious tongue-thrashing, sucking her clitoris between his lips and drubbing it with his tongue until Dina stiffened and began thrashing, fluids pouring out of her open tunnel past his nose and wetting his whole face while she screamed gustily. Rick and Mandi, rushing in to discover the reason for the uproar, found them like that and stood chuckling in the bedroom doorway before going back to bed.



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Chapter 82: On the road


Jennifer Hardesty herded her Ford Expedition down Route 295 on the 20 minute run between the garment factory's locale and the exit leading to her small home. The roads were still damp, requiring the intermittent swish of the windshield wipers to clear the muddy slop splashed up by the cars ahead. It had been raining earlier in the day, and the showers threatened to return; Jennifer cursed her lack of foresight in not bringing a jacket or umbrella with her, despite the morning sun.

Driving the SUV was sometimes a chore for one of her limited size, but she had gotten the lumbering beast for a song from a girlfriend at work who had bought into the SUV craze only to be disappointed by the reality. Besides, having the heavy beast wrapped around her made her feel safe, something she had a serious craving for.

About halfway through the commute, there was a sudden loud bang, and the big Ford started wandering all over the place. Thirty seconds of stark fear later, she had managed to herd the beast out of the left lane, across the other two lanes of traffic, and onto the narrow shoulder of the freeway. Carefully climbing out, she circled the rear of the SUV and discovered the flat right rear tire. "And me in a blouse and skirt!" she grumbled to herself, kneeling down to examine the damage. There was no help for it - the ground was soaking wet, and by the time she had wrestled the jack and the spare into position, she was, too, not to mention dirty. Jumping up and down on the tire tool, she managed to break the lug nuts loose, then proceeded to hunt for the jacking point on the underside of the vehicle.

"Damn!" As she withdrew from her inspection, a bit of trim snagged on her blouse, shredding it and popping off three buttons as she fell back in surprise. Her rapid retreat against the snag caused it to hook through the tear to demolish the right cup of her already somewhat tattered brassiere in the process. Picking herself up off the ground, she angrily began wrestling the jack into position.

Eventually, she got the vehicle into the air enough to cause the tire to clear the ground, the effort not assisted by the fact that the jack's bottom plate wasn't quite big enough to be stable in the soft shoulder mud. One by one, she worked off the lug nuts, and began to tug at the tire. As she tugged, the tire tipped forward, snagging on a small rock and wedging itself against the lugs. A minute or so of squatting and tugging convinced Jennifer that she didn't have the proper purchase, so she gingerly sat on the ground with her feet out in front of her and hugged the tire to herself. Getting proper purchase required that she shift to the right, curling her leg behind the tire so she could pull on the bottom, but, with some difficulty, she managed to get the tire vertical again for a moment, clearing the lugs.

Then the jack failed. Jennifer leaped back, but was in no position to get clear as the jack flopped forward. The tire crashed down, and the wheel hub dropped neatly into the center of the wheel, incidentally trapping Jennifer's right ankle between the wheel hub, axle and the wheel. After the initial pinching flash of pain, there wasn't much, but her ankle was truly trapped. The collapsed jack was wedged, and virtually out of her reach, anyway.

So she sat, getting dripping wet from the misty splash of the passing cars, trying to get someone's attention from behind her automotive behemoth as the evening light slowly faded. Jennifer's cell phone, in the hands-free mount on the dash, might as well have been on another planet for all the good it was doing her. The damp and evening chill began to settle into her bones, and she became shocky as well as miserable. After about an hour, exhaustion caused her to nod off.

"Well! What have we here?" The words caused her to become blazingly alert. She whirled, her mouth open, to find a man standing there, grinning, and a scream of fear erupted from her throat.

Mike McCormick blinked in shock. The tattered ragamuffin in front of him, her soaked auburn ponytail dripping, had spun to reveal that her clothing was not only dirty and wet but shredded! Instantly, a look of concern washed across his face. "Easy, Missy! I won't hurt you! I'm here to help!"

Jennifer stared at the tall man in obvious fear, and Mike began to wonder if she had been molested. Certainly, her blouse and bra were a wreck. He turned his eyes from the fear-erected nipple peeking through the gap and began pulling off his jacket. "Here, Missy, put this on. Has someone hurt you?"

Jennifer scrabbled for control. Despite the scare he had given her, he appeared to be concerned, not dangerous. "N-no." She looked down, discovering the reason for his concern, and clutched her blouse closed, blushing. "Truck snagged it. I'm caught!" She took the jacket and donned it, savoring the warmth his body had generated in it.

"Are you hurt?" Mike hunkered down to look at the site.

"N-no. Not much, anyway. I just can't get it out!" she replied.

"Okay, I'm going to get a flashlight. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"O-okay. Don't leave me!" Jennifer sobbed as he went out of sight.

Mike stuck his head back around the fender and smiled. "I won't. I have a tow truck, right here. I'll get you out, Missy!"

Mike went around the passenger side of the truck and fished out his heavy-duty flashlight. The relief on Jennifer's face when he hove back into sight moments later was a sight to see. Mike hunkered down and got a look. Despite the odd capture, it didn't appear that she was actually hurt much, just pinned. 'A straight lift should do the trick... ' Mike thought. "Okay, Missy, I'm gonna set up the truck to lift the rear end, here. I'll be real careful. You just hold still. I'm gonna be back to check on things before I actually start. Okay?"

Jennifer mustered a weak smile. "O-okay!"

Mike backed the truck into position with the ease and control of long practice, sliding the sling at the rear under the tail end of the SUV. Then he hopped down and chained it up. Finally, he came back for one last check. Squatting down next to Jennifer, he issued final instructions, "Okay, Missy, you fish your ankle out as soon as the axle comes up, hear? I worry about the whole business shifting, so I want you out as soon as it's possible. You CAN move it, right?"

"Yes. I can move it." Jennifer's tone left some doubt, but... 

The driver of the eighteen-wheeler never came forward. Maybe he never knew what happened. Maybe he was napping, and the bang of the impact merely awakened him... In any event, at that moment a tractor-trailer rig swerved in past the tow truck and entirely too close to the SUV. The tail end of the trailer clipped the Ford, causing it to jump a foot to the right. The wheel hub jumped out of it's seat in the wheel and dropped over the outside edge of the tire. The action tore skin on Jennifer's ankle, and the leverage caused her to spin 180 degrees in place, ending up prone. Jennifer screamed in shock and pain.

Mike didn't fare as well. When he saw what was happening, he threw himself supine under Jennifer, one leg on each side of the tire. The wheel hub crashed down on his thigh, only stopped from going straight through by the wheel rim. Both of them passed out from the pain.

Jennifer awakened lying on Mike's chest. Mike was slowly retrieving his Nextel phone. He activated the walkie-talkie feature.

"Dad!" Big Al and Helen had just retreated into the living room after dinner and sat down to snuggle and watch TV, when his phone went off. Al hadn't reacted properly when it repeated, "Dad!"

Al frowned and hopped up. Mike didn't sound right... He picked up the phone from the charger and responded, "Mike?"

"Dad, I'm at mile marker thirteen on 295. I was helping a tire changer, and..." There was a wheeze. There also seemed to be the sound of someone crying in the background... "an eighteen-wheeler smacked into the vehicle. We're both trapped - I need you to get us out. Oh, and Dad? Send for an ambulance. I'm not sure about the woman, but my leg is probably messed up, bad!"

Al and Helen exchanged glances - Helen was already rooting in her purse for her cell phone. "We'll be right there!" Al replied, and got moving.

Helen's hands shook a bit as she manipulated the phone. "I've got the ER's number programmed into this thing!" she announced. The couple burst out the door heading for Al's old pickup, Helen urgently relating the situation to the ER dispatcher.

Mike put the phone down and wrapped his arms around the shaking shoulders of the woman atop him. His leg hurt like hell, but it was somehow as soothing to him as it was to her to stroke her back and comfort her. Jennifer lay there atop him, wrapped in his arms, crying bitterly as he murmured, "There, there, Missy. Help's coming. It'll be all right..."

Al and Helen took 20 minutes to arrive; the ambulance took 25. By the time the ambulance got there, Al had lifted the vehicle and extracted the pair from beneath. Both were bleeding a bit, but not seriously; the extent of Mike's injury wasn't known, however. The EMTs gathered them both in and took off for County Hospital.

Al and Helen stayed until the State Police had taken pictures and started the accident report, then lugged the battered Ford out of there, Helen following in the pickup. Al was gratified to find out that Helen could operate its 3-speed on the column manual transmission. They dropped the tow truck at the garage, Al piled into the pickup and they roared off to the hospital.

It took about four hours for everything to settle down. Bobby was chased down at Nellis' with Dina, and it was decided that that situation could continue; Bobby could stay the night and go to school from there the next day. Jackie was harder to track; Jennifer didn't have the Michaels' number. Helen called Mandi, who got it from Rick. Ellen assured Jennifer that Jackie would be fine and that Terry would bring her to the hospital and take them both home.

Around eleven p.m., doctors had finished stitching and bandaging Jennifer's ankle, and told her she could go home if she took it easy. Al would pick her up Wednesday morning and help her to work with the insurance company to repair the damage to the Ford, which was safe enough where it was. Mike was confined to a bed until a radiologist could look at the X-rays of his left thigh. Doctors couldn't decide whether it was crushed, or chipped - the X-ray made it look dented. The soft tissues had taken quite a lick, too, and there was some worry about the femoral artery.

Jennifer set off to visit her hero, maneuvering on her crutches through the door to his room. Coming around to his right side, she smiled tremulously, "Hi!"

"Hi, Missy. Feeling better?" Mike smiled. She sure was cute, dry. Hell, she hadn't looked bad soaking wet and scared to death! Fragile, though... 

"I came to thank you." She husked.

Mike spread his arms. "All part of the service. Wait'll you get my bill!" he teased.

"I'll pay it, whatever it is," Jennifer started out smiling, then sobered. "You went 'way beyond what you had to do, and got hurt in the process. And all I did was cry on you and get you wet!"

"You were soaking wet, scared to death, and shocky. You didn't just need help, you needed protection. I HAD to give it to you - I couldn't do anything else!" Mike reassured her.

"Well, I can't thank you enough." Jennifer laid her right crutch aside and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.

It was intended to be a chaste kiss, but Jennifer, who was driving, just couldn't seem to pull away. She inhaled his musky scent and remembered feeling protected for the first time in years with his arms rubbing her back and his voice murmuring in her ear. Mike was in no hurry; he was going nowhere soon, and if this sweet lady wanted to kiss him, well... When it became apparent that the kiss wasn't going to end soon, Mike gently wrapped his arms around her. At the feel of his arms, Jennifer dumped her left crutch and leaned into the embrace. Simultaneously, her lips opened and her tongue snaked out.

Mike KNEW that this woman didn't just give away kisses! There was something urgent going on here - and he would figure it out just as soon as he had to stop enjoying her embrace!

Oral exploration became too serious at that point to support anything advanced in the way of thought in either of them. Jennifer was on automatic when she climbed onto the bed and draped herself over Mike's right leg; all either of them noticed was that they were more comfortable. Sex wasn't even thought about - this was comfort kissing, and both of them were half asleep in each other's arms fifteen minutes later when Helen stuck her head in the door to find out what the Hell the delay was.

"Psst! Al!" she hissed. Al came and peeked around the door. "Huh! Willya lookit that!" He waved the recently arrived Jackie and Terry forward.

Jackie looked through the door and gasped. "Good God!" She went white.

"What's the matter, Dear?" Helen asked, concerned.

"Momma is SCARED TO DEATH of men! I'd bet big money she hasn't kissed a boy since before I was born!"

"Well, she's kissing Mike!" Al observed.

"You don't understand! She's very high-strung! And she's incredibly vulnerable!" Turning to Helen, she added, "You know how unreasonable she gets where men are concerned!"

Helen nodded. "Yes. It's my opinion that she's highly sexed, too, and has been denying herself for a long time. I think that's why she gets the way she does; she gets excited and can't let it out!"

Jackie and Terry nodded synchronously. "Exactly!" Terry announced.

Jackie went on, "She's been coming around over the last couple of days, and her barriers are down! If she gets fixed on Mike, and he dumps her, I don't know WHAT she'll do - but the results could be awful!"

Helen nodded agreement. "If she bares herself again, and the guy she settles on dumps her, she could end up in the funny farm! I don't think she can take it!"

"Mike isn't exactly a hot and cold running women type," Al assured her. "Losing his momma hurt him bad. They could be good for each other."

"Well, she's a timid soul, not meant to be alone - but she has been, for a long time. She's going to want to flow over him like a coat of paint. This isn't a date or two - she's looking for someone to keep the world away. Can he do that? Should ANYONE expect him to?" Helen replied. Al looked thoughtful.

"It may already be too late!" Jackie hissed urgently.

Terry piped up, "Okay, let's do this: Mr. McCormick, you and Helen go in and direct Jackie's mom out here. You can warn Mike while we try to settle her down!"

Helen's resolve firmed. "Good plan!" Al nodded, and they passed through the door.

Al announced them with, "Hey, you two! One to a bed!"

Jennifer popped up, blushing, and Mike let go so she could chase down her crutches. "Thanks," she murmured, dropping her eyes.

"Huh! Thank YOU!" Mike laughed.

"Dear, I think your daughter and her boyfriend just arrived." Helen observed.

"Oh. Thanks!" Jennifer made for the door, then stopped, giving Mike a meaningful glance. "Can I come back?" Mike nodded.

"Hey, Son, how are you doin'?" Al asked.

"Fine. Leg hurts some, but not as bad as expected." Mike replied.

"Nice lady. She's the mother of one of Bobby's friends." Al nodded at the door.

"Really? She doesn't look that old," Mike got to thinking, then blushed. "Where's her husband?"

"Isn't one," Helen replied. "Never was. She's scared to death of men since her first fathered a daughter by her and blew her off."

"Um," Mike pondered. "That's why she seemed so fragile..."

"Yeah. She is. Her daughter's new boyfriend was the Antichrist for a week, but she's coming around. She's been re-evaluating men, and then this knight in shining armor shows up..." Helen amplified.

"Uh oh." Mike grimaced.

"Look, according to her daughter, she's VERY vulnerable, and could fall for you like a ton of bricks," Al cautioned. "If you let her, then dump her, she could crash totally. Certainly, she'll never trust a man ever again."

"Jesus! It could already be too late!" Mike exclaimed. "Damn! I like her, too."

Helen favored him with a close regard. "It's up to you - but she won't settle for casual sex. She's looking for a MAN - someone who can shoulder her burdens. Someone who will always be there. Someone she can cuddle up to, every night! She wants love, and protection - and she wants it to be permanent. You're the first man to get inside her shell to the soft and gooey parts in a looooong time. You can save her - or you can destroy her."

"Be damn careful, Son," Al cautioned. "If you do it now, you can probably turn her away gently. But if you start a relationship with her, you'd better be serious!"

Out in the hall, Jackie lit into Jennifer. "What are you up to, Momma?"

"I was just saying 'thank you' to Mike..." Jennifer looked perplexed.

"You don't know his last name, do you?" Jackie pounced.

"Uh, no... But he's really sweet! He helped me and protected me - it was terrible, and he was there... He's so nice!" Jennifer vacillated visibly while she remembered her ordeal.

"Yes, Momma, Mike's a nice man. But there are a LOT of nice men - I've been trying to tell you!"

"But he saved me, and protected me!" Jennifer protested.

"Yes, he did! That doesn't mean he's your perfect mate, or even that he wants to be! Don't pin so much on him! If nothing else, you'll scare him off!" Jackie pushed hard.

Jennifer stopped, and the light in her eyes faded. "Oh! God! I was going to throw myself at the poor man!"

"It's okay, Momma. He IS a nice man. Maybe he likes you! But if you pin all of your hopes on him..."

"I'll be disappointed." Jennifer drooped. "I had put him on this pedestal..."

"On the other hand..." Terry piped up, "did he take advantage of you?"

"No. He was a perfect gentleman. He was just so comforting to be around, I just didn't want it to end..." Jennifer's eyes glazed.

"Well, that's the good stuff. Just make sure he really wants you before you throw yourself at him. You're asking him to make up for stuff you've been missing since before I was born! That's a lot!" Jackie asserted.

Terry said quietly, "You don't know who he is, but we do. He's Bobby McCormick's big brother!"

"Oh, God! How old is he?" Jennifer was scandalized. She'd thrown herself on a teenager!

"I think Mr. McCormick said he's 24 or so. He's not a kid, even if he IS younger than you are." Jackie replied.

"Whew! Still..." Jennifer's relief was palpable, if not complete.

Back in the room, Mike was rallying. "What if I like her? I don't know what it is, but she makes me feel good!"

Al stomped on it. "Well, let's see... When's the last time you had pussy? When's the last time you cuddled a woman?" Both Helen and Mike were blushing furiously at Al's raw comments, but they had their effect. "This is about more than sex, Son."

Mike struck back. "While we're at it..." he framed Helen with a significant glance, "Are you ready to tell me the difference between love and sex?"

Helen piped up. "If anything, we have the opposite problem. Your father will have to go a long way before I can accept that we have anything in common but sex. Jennifer is likely to go straight to deep romance."

"What if I don't consider that to be a bad thing? I haven't exactly been swimming in the stuff!" After a moment's thought, he added, "Jennifer? Her name's Jennifer?"

Helen nodded. Al shrugged. "Son, I'm not going to run your life - I'm just here to warn you that this isn't a normal woman, and if you enter into a relationship with her, it likely won't be a normal relationship! I'm done talking - you do as you please!"

Jennifer stuck her head back through the door, looking sheepish, eyes downcast. "I guess I made a fool of myself."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked. He crooked a finger.

Jennifer hobbled over, hope and fear warring in her green eyes.

When she reached the bedside, Mike regarded her, poker faced. "How sure are you?"

Jennifer visibly gathered her courage. "I'm not. I felt something. I want to feel it again!"

Mike locked eyes with her. "So did I. Look, I'm not superman, and I can't promise we're the perfect couple. But if you want to try..."

Jennifer started shaking like a leaf. Mike took it for a moment, then held out his arms. "C'mere, Missy!" Crutches went everywhere. They didn't kiss; Jennifer just crawled onto the bed and tucked her head into his shoulder and cried, loudly. Mike rubbed her back and crooned softly to her. Jackie and Terry watched from the door. They shared one of their patented telepathic glances, and Jackie shrugged. "She needs it, bad. I wish us all luck!" Terry hugged her to him.

Twenty minutes later, a frowning nurse intervened to push them all out. Jennifer promised to see Mike the next day, inside the hospital or out. As she hobbled out the ER doors, Jennifer observed, "You haven't said anything."

Jackie shrugged. "Mike made the call. I don't really think he has any intention of hurting you; in fact, I think he's really nice. I just wanted to make sure you weren't harboring unrealistic expectations. I REALLY don't want to clean up the mess, afterward. But I also REALLY want you to be happy! If Mike can do it, more power to him!"

On the way home, Jennifer called Ellen Michaels. The question blew everyone who heard it away: "Can Terry crash at our house? It's late, and I don't want him to have to get up extra early, too. We can take proper care of him..."

Ellen stared at the phone like a hand had popped out of the earpiece. "Uh, well, okay. Let me talk to him."

Jennifer handed Terry the phone. "Mom?"

"Terry, is Jennifer sick? Did she hit her head?" Ellen was somewhat concerned, not to mention confused.

Terry laughed. "No, actually, I think she's cured - or at least on the proper treatment..."

"Hmph. I'd have diagnosed her as in dire need of a man..."

"And you'd have been right. Look, I'll be fine - we're past the rough spots. I can crash on the couch; I've got some spare stuff in the back of the car. Okay?"

"Okay, Dear. I'll see you tomorrow."

"G'night, Mom."

"Good night."

Paul regarded his wife with raised eyebrows. "And that was?"

Ellen was still somewhat glazed. "Jennifer Hardesty, asking if Terry could spend the night."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I guess she DID get hit by a truck!"

"That's not terribly charitable!" Paul reproved.

"Well..."

"Come to bed. If you can't say anything nice about someone..." Paul yawned and turned over.

Helen and Al returned to Al's and settled down for the night. The night's activities had left them both pretty jangled, so when Helen rather sheepishly crawled into bed, Al just gathered her in and hugged her to him. They talked disjointedly about this and that, then fell asleep during one of the gaps in conversation, Al half-draped across Helen with an arm under her neck and the other hand wrapped around one of her massive mammaries.

Jennifer organized Jackie's efforts to settle Terry in the guest room. It hadn't seen much use over the years, and required so much reorganization to find the bed that they almost gave up and parked Terry on the couch. Finally, however, all of the proper components had been gathered, and the bedding had been changed. Terry brought up some stuff from the car that he had kept around for emergencies; the top layer wouldn't be fresh, but his underclothing would.

Only an idiot could miss Jackie's excitement at having her boyfriend sleep under her roof, and Jennifer wasn't one. She gathered the pair together and put her foot (the good one) down. "I know I've been paranoid before, but this time I think I'm being totally reasonable. You (looking at Jackie) need to stay in YOUR room, and you (eyeballing Terry) need to stay in the guest room. I'm not ready to indicate even tacit approval of you two sharing a bed! Do we understand each other?" The pair exchanged one of their signature glances and nodded in unison. The request was reasonable, and so was the tone; the pair decided not to act up. "Good!" Jennifer continued. "I'm tired, and we all have a long day ahead of us. Don't stay up too long!" She turned and hobbled toward her room, leaving them to say their goodnights in peace.

Jennifer undressed and got into bed, but sleep wouldn't come. The past few hours had been a kaleidoscope - elements of pain and fear mixed liberally with comfort and joy. The ordeal under her broken vehicle was a scary memory - but intermixed with it was the smell of Mike's musk and the feel of his hands and sound of his voice murmuring as he comforted her. The scene in the hospital room had enforced the finer parts of the experience; Jennifer had totally lost herself in his embrace. It occurred to her that bringing Terry home might have been a mistake; it was asking quite a lot of the pair to be good, and just the idea of the pair of them together, added to her own recent exposure to romance, had her experiencing feelings she couldn't put a name to. Finally, she fell into a troubled sleep, dreaming fragments of mixed tenderness and terror.

The young couple followed instructions, necking uncomfortably in the hall for a few minutes before retiring to their separate rooms. Their sleep, too, was troubled, but at least they recognized the problem for what it was - sexual tension - and each took what actions he or she thought they could get away with to relieve it.

At Nellis', things settled down quickly following the blow-off triggered by Merry's amazing punishment. Mandi never left Rick's bedroom (except maybe to pee) the whole night. After settling Bobby's status during the phone call with Big Al, Bobby and Dina handled the sleeping arrangements in the usual manner: Bobby settled on the couch, and Dina went upstairs until things got quiet, then joined Bobby there to sleep and spoon.



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Chapter 83: Wednesday


Hump day arrived, finding people scattered all over the landscape. Jennifer Hardesty lugged her tired body out of bed at the rattle of the alarm, and went to awaken Jackie, basically on autopilot. Jackie reminded her of their guest, "Are you gonna wake Terry up?" she queried sleepily.

"Oh! Yeah, I guess..." Jennifer hobbled across the hall and tapped on the door. No response. Terry was a heavy sleeper, and exhaustion and strange surroundings had added to the problem. Jennifer stuck her head in the door to find him lying on his back with his forearm across his eyes, snoring gustily. He'd thrown off the blankets during the night (Jennifer liked it warm) and his boxers were tented impressively by his morning erection. Jennifer took one look, squeaked "Omigod!" and backed into the hall, where she stood, shaking. Turning to Jackie, she chickened out totally. "Uh, perhaps YOU should awaken him, Dear. He's, uh, well, not responding to me..."

Jackie stuck her head through the door and drew back, grinning. "I don't know, Mom - that looks like several inches worth of reaction..."

Jennifer blushed. "That was already there!" she declared.

"Okay, I've got it." Jackie started through the door.

"Let me know what you two want for breakfast!" Jennifer hobbled out of there.

Jackie closed the door behind her. "Momma may not know what to do with that, but I do!" she whispered to herself, climbing onto the bed.

Terry was having the most incredible dream! He was on a boat, and... Things shifted and drifted, and suddenly, there was Jackie, settling onto his cock. Her pussy was incredibly warm and wet, if not quite as tight as expected - maybe it was the teeth... Teeth? Terry sat bolt upright, gazing into the laughing eyes of his girlfriend as she swallowed his erection. Wide awake, he hissed, "Your mother is going to have a heart attack!"

Jackie pulled off long enough to whisper, "Not if we're quick!" The ovalled lips recaptured his erection.

"Uhhh! Ditch your panties and swing around here, then..." Terry directed.

Jackie did so, dropping across his chest. Terry's arms came up and parted her labia so he could drive his tongue into her channel, and Jackie started making urgent squeals around Terry's embedded cock.

They weren't quick enough. Jennifer found them five minutes later. Jackie was wearing an all-over arousal blush and shaking like a leaf as she screamed out her second orgasm, her cream coating Terry's face as he suckled her clitoris. Of course, there wasn't much noise, because she had driven Terry's cock so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his scrotum! Terry was just arching his back, Jackie's humming cries having brought him to peak, when Jennifer stepped through the door.

Jennifer stood there for five full seconds, taking it all in before she burst out, "You two weren't supposed to - I gotta go!" She staggered back out into the hall, and leaned against the wall to try to catch her suddenly shortened breath. Her pussy felt like it had been doused with itching powder, and her nipples were rock hard!

From the guest room drifted Terry's aggrieved voice, "Honey, I TOLD you we'd get caught! Just when she was finally getting used to me, she finds you with my cock down your throat! What're we gonna do now?"

"Ooogh! God, that was good! I dunno, but it was worth it, even if I have to move out! Where did you learn to use that tongue? It was heaven!" Jackie replied. "I'll go take the blame when I can move again - after all, I started it! Hopefully, she'll just yell a lot..."

Jennifer lurched up and yelled through the door, "Forget it! I... give up! Just get moving, or you'll both be late for school!" She gathered herself and hobbled away, leaving the pair staring at each other, open- mouthed.

Two very sheepish teens entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later. "Sorry, Mom," Jackie apologized.

Jennifer favored her with a neutral glance. "You should be," she declared. "I found the sight of the pair of you very... unsettling!" In fact, she had not yet been able to categorize all of the reactions that had flooded through her at the sight. Some VERY old and pleasant memories were surfacing, however - without the usual cargo of guilt. "I guess I'll just have to get used to it, though; trying to stop the pair of you is like braving a tidal wave with an umbrella!"

Jackie and Terry exchanged one of their signature glances, ('What got into her?')('Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!'), and moved to the table for breakfast.

Merry snapped off the alarm before it got going good, yawned, stretched, and slid around to where she could maneuver under the covers to Robert's crotch. Carefully, she exposed his (for once) flaccid penis and began laving his balls with her tongue. Consciousness came rapidly to Robert, and he sighed in contentment before pulling her away for a kiss. "Best leave well enough alone," he announced, "we've got a couple of extra mouths to feed!" After a long kiss and enough caresses that he grew a hard- on anyway, Robert popped Merry on the butt and directed, "Go wake everyone up, Wench!"

Merry feigned a pout, but was smiling as she swayed out. She stuck her head into Rick's room, and two tousled heads appeared to her announcement that it was time to get up. Crossing the hall, she threw open the door to Dina's room. "You, too, sl-?" Dina wasn't there. Turning, she made her way downstairs, and into the den. Sure enough, there were two bodies entwined on the couch. "There you are!" Merry exclaimed. As two heads came up, she fixed her eye on Bobby and added, "Adding cradle-robbing to rapine on the list of your skills?"

Bobby blushed scarlet, but Dina was unperturbed. "He's the Pied Piper - but he only supplies the flute. I'm the one who plays it!" she declared with an impish grin.

"You were supposed to be upstairs in your room!" Merry chided.

"And that's supposed to keep me safe? We'd have all been more comfortable if you'd sent Bobby there, too!" was Dina's reply.

"Well, you can't have everything. We're TRYING to provide a proper environment here..."

"Said the sex slave..." Dina stuck her tongue out.

"... To the precocious brat who triggered the situation! I should know better - you're incorrigible! Go get ready for school. Be sure to show Bobby where everything is."

Merry turned away, but spun back when Dina began "Okay. These are my tits, and..."

"Dina! You imp! Get him to the bathroom and show him where the toothbrushes and such are! He's no doubt seen that other stuff!"

"Think your mother blames me for last night?" Bobby queried.

"Nah. It was Pop's idea; you were just the tool he used. She'll want to cover the whole thing over, I bet. If you don't mention it, she won't either."

"Whew! Good! Don't you think we'd better find a bathroom? There are a lot of people here this morning..." The pair got up and made their way to the downstairs bath. Once Bobby was settled, Dina dashed upstairs.

Robert presided over the quick, cereal-based breakfast, grinning. Merry got everyone eating and settled into the ready position next to his chair, so Robert turned it and had her back up to it, leaning back between his legs for a bit of kissing and caressing before he dismissed her to dress for work. On her way out, he noticed an odd look on her face, and that her asscheeks were clenched, so he called her back, "Merry! What's THAT all about?"

Merry blushed. "It itches."

Robert blinked. "Your ass itches?"

Merry nodded. "Remember when I was carrying Dina, and I got..."

"Oh!" Robert laughed. "You gonna be okay?"

"You just woke it up last night." Merry smiled. "Actually, I think it added a dimension!"

"What ARE you talking about?" Dina was fascinated.

"Only the fact that even before you were born, you were literally a pain in your mother's ass!" Robert responded. Gales of laughter erupted.

Merry regarded Dina fondly. "Pregnancy brings all kinds of problems: stretch marks, varicose veins, hemorrhoids..."

"Oh!" Dina blushed. More laughter followed, mostly from the males.

"Your father tickled an old injury last night... I've got to go find some cream for it, if we have any..."

"You're lucky I don't make you put up with it. What a divine punishment!" Robert leered.

"Definitely cruel and unusual. I hope you're not... ?" Merry responded.

"Run along and take care of it. Enough is enough. Go get dressed."

Somehow, everyone got out the door on time. Robert's inspection of Merry was cursory; she apparently had the concepts down pat. "I'll be calling Bert," he reminded her. "Make sure he knows it's coming, and that it's NOT threatening."

"I will, Master."

The raucous buzz of Big Al's alarm awakened Helen. It took her a moment to figure out where she was; the surroundings, barely familiar under artificial light from her minimalist exposure the previous evening, were even more alien in daylight. The brawny arm draped across below her breasts provided her with a focal point from which to orient. She turned to face her bed-partner, who was slowly opening one eye and groaning. "I'm not a morning person!" Al complained. "Puh-leez shut that damned thing off!"

Helen picked the clamoring clock up off the nightstand, and after a moment's examination, divined its controls and hit the proper button. "Thank God!" Al cried, and proceeded to drape himself across Helen's chest.

Helen automatically brought up an arm and began to run her fingers through his short hair. "Are you going to get up? I have to go to work!"

"Hmph. I do, too. With Mike out, I'll be busy for a few days. And I have to meet that Hardesty woman at 9:00."

"Sounds like you don't like her," Helen observed.

"I'm scared of her. She's a skinny bitch. And she's apparently set her cap for Mike!" Al declared.

"Maybe Mike LIKES 'skinny bitches'," Helen replied. "Maybe they'll be good for each other."

"Maybe," Al grunted. "Not her fault there was an accident. But she seems like a wacko to me!"

"Well, I wouldn't claim that she's well adjusted - but Mike's got all of the necessary tools to fix the problem. Since he's decided he wants to try, why don't we wait and see?" Helen ventured.

"Yeah. Okay." Al began rubbing a hand along Helen's flank. "Damn! I brought you home for an evening of just the two of us, and all Hell broke loose! Between nursing Mike and having to cover his workload, I'm not gonna have much time to see you for a couple of days, either!" he sulked.

"Well, why don't I help?" Helen asked. "I work days this week; I could come over in the evening and make sure everybody gets fed and such..."

"Shit, that'd be great!" Al rose up and met her eyes, "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I don't mind." Helen smiled, and Al leaned in to kiss her.

"Good!" he announced, "there probably isn't time to do anything much this morning, and I was NOT looking forward to doing without you for several days!"

"Hey!" Helen protested, "I promised to feed you and look after Mike, not haul your ashes!" Al's face drooped, and she grinned, "I will, though... Are you SURE we don't have time to do anything?"

They did.

Soon, everyone had made it to their respective school or workplace and settled down for the day.

The accident was big in the minds of those peripherally involved, and relating the tale to Dolores, Denise, and the Vincent brothers consumed most of the available time before the first bell for those at school. Terry's overnight at Jackie's was a general surprise; Bobby showed considerable restraint in not mentioning Merry's 'punishment session' - something Dina noted with some approval. Mandi and Rick never thought to mention it.

Merry, however, still had some items to deal with. On arrival, she stuck her head in Bert's office. "Bert? Can I have a quick word with you?"

'Here it comes!' thought Bert. "Yes, Marilyn?"

Merry hung her head a bit. "Robert is going to call you this morning. I ask that you take it. It won't be threatening, or anything, I promise!"

Bert sighed, "Am I about to lose an assistant?"

"No, I don't think so. Robert feels that he needs to clarify a few things. I rather think that the conversation will surprise you!" Merry asserted.

"Hmmph. That'd be different. All right, I won't pretend absence. I hope we didn't do anything irrevocable yesterday! I'm very happy with you, even without any fringe benefits!" Bert declared.

"I think things are going to be okay. In fact, I think Robert is going to explain why..."

"Maybe this IS going to be an interesting conversation!" Bert murmured as Merry let herself out.

Al dropped Helen at McGinty's and circled back to pick up Jennifer, the pickup seat not really comfortable for three and assorted paraphernalia. When he arrived at Hardesty's, Jennifer was waiting on the step. She climbed meekly into the cab, and Al set the vehicle in motion. After a moment, she asked, "Is there any news about Mike?"

"No," Al replied, "the doctors haven't come around yet. The nurses figure Mike will come home about noon, one way or another."

"Can I see him this evening?" At Al's suspicious glance, she asked, "You don't blame me for his injury, do you? I feel awful, and I'm sure my insurance will pay..."

"Naw, it's not that. Some trucker's at fault, and Mike was doin' his job. I'm more worried about your track record with men. It ain't pretty, I'm told. Wanna tell me about it?"

Jennifer quenched the automatic bristle at a man prying into her personal affairs and worked at being honest. "I, uh, actually don't have much of one. When I was fifteen, I fell hard for a guy who - well, took advantage of my innocence, I guess. We had a short relationship that ended when I happily announced that I was pregnant, and he responded that I was nothing more to him that some freely available openings for him to have sex with. My parents were awful, Dad especially; called me a slut and kicked me out. I took it hard, and Jackie's been my reason for living ever since. Men and relationships were easy to avoid - I had a child. Putting myself out there to be hurt again, well, I couldn't do it. A couple of years ago, Jackie went off to a party with some upperclassmen, and they got her high and then tried to gang-bang her. She managed to weasel out of the worst of it, but they gave her a reputation, anyway. I've been overprotective, since, and it's been hard on her, living with my paranoia... I know I've been going too far, but something just comes over me... Recently Terry's started coming around, and I've come to realize that he's everything she could ever want - but I gave them a lot of trouble at the start. It's tough believing that men aren't going to leave you high and dry, based on my experience."

"So what's with Mike?" Al growled.

"I honestly DON'T KNOW! He was just there, at the truck - he scared me to death when he appeared there, behind me. I screamed bloody murder - did he tell you that?! I was cold, and wet, and my blouse was in shreds - I thought I was going to be raped! One look at his face, after the scream, and I knew better, though. Anyway, he just moved right in and started taking care of me. He gave me his jacket, and helped me warm up... Then the truck came, and I ended up lying on top of him. I knew he was hurt, but he just kept rubbing my back and murmuring to me... It seems like I hadn't felt protected like that since I was about three. I cried, and he told me it would be all right..."

"So what happened at the hospital?" Al wasn't quite as gruff.

"I made a fool of myself. I went to see him, to thank him. Anyway, for some reason, I bent over to kiss him. It was nice. He didn't push it, and, well, it had been a long time since I'd done anything like that - I just didn't feel like stopping right away! After a couple of minutes, he wrapped his arms around me, and that was it! I got that warm, protected feeling again, and I - I wanted it to go on, real bad! I didn't even think about what I was doing, I just crawled up there and snuggled up to him! I'd have crawled under his shirt, I think." By now, she was sniffling.

Al pulled up to the garage and parked, then turned in the seat to face Jennifer. "Look here, girl! There's no doubt that you're overdue to find a good man. The question is, 'Is Mike that man?' I don't know, and I don't think you do, either; there's a bunch of reasons why everybody that saw you two last night is nervous, not the least of which is the fact that you don't seem to have everything under control too well."

"Well, I'm not some kind of flake..." Jennifer blustered.

""No, but you're sittin' on an emotional powder keg! Missy, most of your problems come from years and years of self-denial. You need a man, bad! And I'm proud of Mike; he's a good boy! But he ain't superman; he's young, he doesn't date much - he probably has as little experience with women as you do with men! What happens when he screws up? What happens if he just decides that you two have no future together? Face it: You're not looking for casual romance. What if he doesn't measure up?" Al didn't let up. "You damn near resigned from the human race the first time - what will you do if it doesn't pan out?"

Jennifer was openly blubbering. "I won't hurt him, I promise!"

"Honey, we're not worried about Mike. We're worried about YOU!"

Jennifer collapsed against the door, sobbing. Al sat there for a second, then reached out with one of his big paws and drew her in. Jennifer fought it for a moment, instinctively, until Al said, "Don't worry about it. I'm not after ya. I don't like skinny bitches - besides, I've got Helen. Just let it all out." She collapsed against him and proceeded to soak his shoulder.

After a bit, she leaned back and said, "This is what I was talking about. You're bigger than Mike, but he seems to do it better."

"Glad to hear it," Al rumbled.

"I-I'll leave him alone, if that's what you want..." she husked.

"It's not. I just want you to think about what you're up to, periodically, and not expect too much of Mike. You two will do whatever you're gonna; I just want you both to survive the experience. Okay?" Al rumbled.

"Okay!" Jennifer sniffled.

"Let's go find the damned insurance adjuster." Al opened the door, and ushered Jennifer out through the driver's door.

Bert's intercom buzzed. "Robert Nellis on two," the receptionist intoned.

"Fine, I'll take it," Bert replied. "Bertram Chalmers."

"Good morning, Bert. This is Robert Nellis. I'm calling about yesterday's little show in your office."

"Okay, let's cut to the chase. I don't want to lose a good assistant over this." Bert figured he'd better come on strong.

"I'm hoping that won't be necessary. I want to apologize. Merry - Marilyn - exceeded her instructions. It wasn't my intent that she tease you."

"What?" Bert's confusion surfaced.

"I intended that she brighten your day periodically with a little flash of flesh. But Marilyn misunderstood, and delivered something just short of a striptease. Now I feel that she led you on and chopped you off, which isn't right!" Robert amplified.

"I'm afraid I don't understand. I expected to be in trouble for talking her into displaying her charms..." Bert said, bewildered.

"Huh! Given the lead up, it's a wonder you didn't demand more than that!" Robert responded. "Let me start at the beginning: Marilyn and I are no longer a conventional husband and wife."

"No?"

"No. Marilyn is my slave. This is something she ASKED for - not coercion on my part. Ann knows; it's the reason behind the dress code thing. And Alicia knows, because we've asked her to help make it as legal as possible. I apologize for not selecting you, but we were afraid that it would negatively impact your working relationship," Robert explained.

"Hmmm. Slave. That explains the instructions." Bert pondered.

"Exactly. I told her to loosen up with you, because I thought you'd enjoy a little periodic casual stimulation. But we haven't been doing this long, and Merry - that's her slave name - misunderstood - or maybe I just wasn't clear enough. In any case, she's been punished. I'm concerned about whether it is now an issue in your working relationship, and what I should do to compensate you for being teased!"

"You punished her?" Bert exclaimed.

"Yes. Someone else might have raped her. She needed to show some sense!" Robert replied.

"Well, I don't consider that we have a problem. I enjoyed the episode quite a bit. I enjoy seeing her in her new wardrobe, too. I don't see any issues." Bert declared.

"Okay. I don't really see how I can retract her instructions; after all, you've seen them now - wouldn't be fair to withdraw them - but I didn't really plan on going much further..." Robert mused.

"That's okay, I never expected more," Bert assured him.

"It's still a tease. I feel like she led you on. You sure you're okay with things as they are?"

"Oh, yes, no problem!" Bert paused. "Can I call her Merry?"

"In private. I'd prefer that only those in the know do so. It's kind of a mark of distinction..."

"Certainly. No problem. Are Merry's current instructions clear to her?" Bert asked.

Robert pondered. "Perhaps not. Would you call her in? And put me on speaker?"

"Certainly." Bert did so. Merry entered the office. "Close the door, Merry," Bert directed.

Merry did so, noting the change of address. Then her master's voice came over the speaker, "Merry, Bert and I have reached an understanding, for now. Having already provided him with an extended view of your breasts, you may repeat this for him in private upon his request. There will be nothing more without my permission, but you may display yourself to the limits already defined. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Merry dimpled.

"Lock the door, and do it now."

"Yes, Master!" Merry went to the door and quietly set the lock, then removed her blouse.

"What do you think of them, Bert?" Robert asked.

"I think they're quite incredible!" Bert exclaimed.

"Well, they're yours - to look at. Perhaps some evening you can come by the house for drinks or dinner, and we'll discuss other things."

"I'd like that!" Bert was beside himself.

"Fine. We'll look into it. Let Merry know when you're available. I've got to go. Merry, let the man look until he's finished. I'll see you tonight."

"'Bye, Master!" Merry replied.

Bert hung up the phone. "Go ahead and dress, Dear. I can only take so much."

"Yes, Sir." Merry replied.

"Run along - I need those briefs I gave you."

"Yes, Sir." Merry left. Bert sat back to conquer his amazement.

By the time Al and Jennifer appeared at McGinty's for lunch, Helen had been thoroughly harassed by Flossie and the girls, and was somewhat irritable. As they made their way back to the booth, one of the waitresses leaned out and in a stage whisper, said, "Uh oh, who's that? Your replacement?"

Jennifer, who had excellent hearing, turned and fixed the offender with a glance, and said, "Not likely. Al doesn't like skinny bitches," provoking an embarrassed laugh from several of the witnesses, including Helen.

Al raised an eyebrow. "They been givin' you a lot of shit?" At Helen's mute angry nod, he gathered her into his arms and bent down to kiss her.

"Al! Not here!" Helen started trying to fend him off, but it was like working with granite.

"Shut up, woman, and shove me some mouth. You ain't getting away until you do!" Al rumbled, rubbing her back while maintaining his grip, despite her efforts.

Helen acquiesced, still angry, but it bled away over the next few seconds. Al did a thorough job, ignoring where they were, and Helen perforce forgot, melting into him. When he was finished, Al hugged Helen to him, rubbing her back, and eyed Flossie over her shoulder. "Any questions?" Flossie shook her head and disappeared into the kitchen. Al let go of Helen and sat down across from Jennifer, who had arranged herself and her crutches during the commotion. He looked up at Helen, and asked "What's for lunch, Baby?"

Helen smiled, "I've no particular recommendations. Best to look at a menu. Something to drink?" Eventually, they ordered burgers of various types while bringing Helen up to date on the status of Jennifer's SUV. The whack from the tractor-trailer had caused a good $3000 in damage, mostly bodywork. Al's people would do the work; Jennifer saw no reason to go elsewhere, and the adjuster agreed.

"How's Mike?" Helen asked.

"He was okay, earlier. Doctors hadn't come around yet." Al replied.

Just then the phone squawked. It was Mike. "They stuck me in a walking cast and gave me crutches, and said I can go home!" he announced.

"Hmmph. Is your leg broken?" Al wanted to know.

"It's kinda dented. Weird. They didn't have a word for it. Said it would be weak for a couple of weeks, but it wasn't really broken. Just some surface damage."

"Okay, we'll be up to get you." Al closed out the call.

"Why don't you take my car?" Helen offered. "A four-door has to be easier on a couple of cripples..." She grinned.

Jennifer smiled. "I think I'm going to ditch the crutches while we're there, but still..."

"Well, okay, if you don't mind..." Al said.

"Let me go get the keys." Helen headed for the back.

"I'd haul the crutches around for another couple of days, just to mess with the insurance company," Al observed. "Do you get a rental car?"

"For a week - and cheap!" Jennifer replied.

"Figures. I know a place. We'll go by later."

Helen came back with food and the keys. "Here you go," she said, grinning, as she handed them to Al. "It's an automatic - can you drive that?"

Al pulled a face and went along with the gag, "Depends. Where's the clutch?"

One-upped, Helen had to think a bit. "On the floorboards, next to the starter button!"

Al grinned, "Oh, okay! Does it have reverse?"

"Only on hills, if it's facing the right way!"

"Okay, you two - it's getting deep around here!" Jennifer observed.

Helen grinned. "This all started when he discovered that I knew how to drive that rolling anachronism of his outside. When's the last time you saw a vehicle with a manual transmission that shifted on the steering column?"

"Oh! I didn't notice!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"Well, it's kinda old, but nobody's gonna steal it." Al observed.

"That's for sure! Better leave me the keys, so I can get home." Helen laughed.

Al fished out the keys, and removed them from his key ring. "Anything else I should know about your newfangled vehicle?"

"Just don't put any old transmissions in the back seat." Helen replied.

Al grimaced, "How about starters? What about the front seat?"

"Oh! You!" Turning to Jennifer, she continued, "The man's incorrigible!"

Jennifer grinned. "Could be worse..."

Helen grinned and wandered off to take care of other customers. Al and Jennifer consumed their burgers. When they were done, and stood up to go, Helen drifted close. "C'mere!" Al ordered, "I want dessert!" When she drifted into reach, Al gathered her in for a kiss making a point of squeezing both of her asscheeks in plain sight of the kitchen staff while doing it. "See ya later, Baby!" he rumbled, and set off in pursuit of Jennifer, who had made use of the delay to hobble toward the door.

"Bye!" Helen waved.

Flossie appeared, now that the coast was clear. "I'd better start looking for your replacement," she observed.

"Why?" Helen asked, puzzled.

"Man like that will want you home," Flossie replied.

"We're not married. I have to make a living." Helen sniffed.

"You're not married, YET! He's gonna ask, and you're gonna say 'yes'... I know the real deal when I see it." Flossie insisted.

Helen was nonplussed. "I - I don't think so... I can't see why he'd buy a cow when he can get free milk."

"Maybe he doesn't want to go to the store? I think he wants more than just milk. You can stop kidding yourself and start reeling in the line, any time. He's waitin' by the dock for the net, anyway." Flossie winked.

Helen decided to play the game, not out of any real belief, but just to keep Flossie happy. "Well, I think I'll wait a while yet before I start hauling. If the hooks REALLY set, he can only be more cooperative..."

"Honey, listen to Mama," Flossie countered. "A man isn't so open in public with a woman he's only with until something better comes along, even if it's her own turf! If a man takes you to a dark restaurant and only talks to you in public, he's still dating and holding his options open. If he hugs you and kisses you and plays with your ass in broad daylight in front of a hundred strangers, you're his woman and he ain't looking elsewhere."

Helen pondered this insight. "Well, if you say so..."

"I say so! That woman he was with? Remember what she said? HE said that - she was just repeating it! That means the subject came up, and he was perfectly clear about it, which is another indicator. If he tells another man he's keeping you around, it could be for any number of reasons. If he tells a WOMAN, well..."

Helen shook her head. "It's infatuation. He likes my..."

"You bet he does! That's a required component! Only a stupid woman doesn't realize that! But he can get pussy elsewhere - maybe even from the 'skinny bitch'. Who's decorating his bed?" Flossie shook her head. "Don't sell yourself short. There's chemistry between you, and it ain't goin' away!"

"Well, okay. But I'm still taking it easy. I've been fooled before!"

"Honey," Flossie replied, "even your old man - shit that he was! - hung out long enough to father two girls by you. It wasn't your fault. This fella is light years beyond your old man, and he's no fool. He ain't goin' anywhere. You play your cards right - do ANYTHING but fold! - and you'll be wakin' up next to him when you're ninety!" She shook her head. "I'm done wastin' my breath. Let's get some work done!"

Mike was waiting in the ER atrium when Jennifer and Al arrived. "I'm all set," he announced.

Jennifer hung back, mouthing "Hi!" silently. Al turned to her and asked, "You still want to get rid of the crutches?"

Jennifer assessed the situation, including Mike's obvious impatience to be gone, and replied, "Maybe not. I guess I'll hang onto them for a bit longer."

"We can wait - no problem!" Mike put in.

"No, your father was probably right earlier when he advised me to hang onto them for a while," Jennifer decided. "Let's go!"

Al brought the car around, and Mike slid into the back seat, then scooted over for Jennifer, who unfortunately had circled the car to get in via the far door. There was a moment of confusion before Mike slid back to the right side and closed the door, and Jennifer entered via the left. Al found it interesting that both of them had made for the back seat, but said nothing. Silence reigned as Al pulled out of the parking lot.

Mike watched Jennifer sidelong for a few moments, detecting the fear that held her in place, then made a hand available by laying it, palm up, on the seat. Jennifer eyed it for a moment, then hesitantly pushed out a hand to meet it. When it looked like she was going to falter, Mike reached out and made the capture, which sent a shock through both of them. Mike grinned, and Jennifer scooted closer on the seat, leaning against him. "Easy," he murmured, indicating his injured leg. Jennifer contented herself with gripping his bicep.

Another moment passed while they absorbed the feel of one another, then Jennifer announced simply, "I'm older."

"But you haven't been around..." was Mike's response. They gazed into each other's eyes.

Al looked up in the rearview just as the kiss began. "Jeezus! That's what passes for conversation between you two?" He shook his head.

"Are we going home, Dad?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. I need to get back to the garage, before Mario sells it to square his gambling debts. Helen is gonna stop by and look in on you and feed us, later. In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out whether I should leave the two of you to babysit each other, or if I'm askin' for trouble!" was Al's laconic response.

"We'll be fine." Mike announced confidently, but Jennifer wouldn't meet Al's eye through the mirror.

Al pulled into the drive and helped Mike get vertical on his crutches while Jennifer, a bit more practiced, handled hers. Once they were inside, Al, obviously antsy about being gone from the garage, asked, "Need anything?" At Mike's quiet "No", he nodded to Jennifer, "Mike knows where everything is. You two try to stay out of trouble," and walked out.

Mike dropped onto the couch and said, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"What we were doing in the car," Jennifer replied, seating herself next to him. This time, she was on his right, avoiding the injured leg, so she snuggled right up.

Mike laughed gently, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and bent to sup from the offered lips. They kissed. And kissed - and kissed some more. Anyone watching them would assume that they were both sixteen and in the grip of their first infatuation. At some point, they went horizontal, Jennifer draping herself atop Mike in a position reminiscent of the previous night. Time stretched, compressed, and did those other strange things it does when you kiss. And at some point, they both drifted off... 

School let out and the grand parade home began. Tim waited for Dolores by his car. She was troubled when she arrived. "What's the matter, Babe?" Tim asked.

"Do you love me, Sugar?" Dolores asked plaintively.

Despite the fact that the question had never been put to him that baldly before, Tim's pause was mere milliseconds, "Yes, why?"

"Then why won't you make love to me?" Dolores whined. She flowed into his arms. Gazing into his eyes, she announced, "I want this to be clear: I want this," she rubbed his groin through his jeans, "inside me, yesterday!"

"Okay," Tim replied, holding the eye lock, "this is MY position: Saturday night, after the Prom, I'm going to give it to you until one or both of us can't go on any longer! But I'm NOT doing it in a car, or anywhere that your father or mother can bust in on us! You need to wait three days - and I PROMISE I'll make it worth the wait!"

Dolores continued to pout. "Well, okay - but can I lick it a little?"

"Sure, Baby - if we can find somewhere quiet... I want to play with your pretty pussy a bit, too!" Tim affirmed.

Dolores gave him a hug. "Let's go to my house!" They piled into Tim's car and headed for the Brown's.

On arrival, they sneaked in the front door. "Shhh!" Dolores cautioned, "Momma's bound to be around here!" and they crept down the hall to Dolores' room.

Dolores didn't stand on ceremony. Before the bedroom door hit the jamb. She was unbuckling Tim's belt. Almost immediately, she had his jeans around his ankles. As she dove in, however, he stuck his hand in the way. "Uh uh! You get out of those pants! I want to eat pussy!"

Dolores did him one better, the signature midriff top went over her head, too, leaving her naked. Tim took the time to get his shoes and jeans all of the way off. Dolores came forward and began working at his shirt buttons while Tim popped the cuffs, then collected her breasts in his hands. "Damn, these are nice!"

Dolores had to work hard not to be distracted by Tim's attentions, but she managed, even elbowing his hands loose as she started pushing his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Tim cooperated, whisking off his T- shirt when it was clear. Then he went back to work on her breasts while backing her toward her bed. When they got there, however, Dolores turned, rather than flopping back onto the spread. "Uh uh! I want you on the bottom! I need room to work!"

Tim grinned and stretched out, deliberately sliding low. "Like this?"

"Perfect." Dolores crawled atop him, taking advantage of the space he left above his head for her legs. She reached out, savoring the feel of his 11" length. "Mmmmm, that feels SO good! I can't wait for you to put it where it belongs!"

"What if it doesn't fit?" Tim asked. He was grinning, but there was a certain underlying aura of trepidation. If sex with her hurt, it could ruin their relationship... 

"I'll do stretching exercises. I'm not worried - you shouldn't be, either. Momma takes this size."

Tim absorbed this declaration. Padma was quite small, too. "True," he agreed, and reached up and began pulling open the petals of Dolores' flower. Dolores' pussy had large, loose outer lips that exposed the inner pink recesses. Tim collected each between his thumbs and forefingers, using a little bulging protrusion that seemed to be custom made for the purpose, and spread them. Despite the apparent looseness of the outer covering, the contents were quite compact, and displayed a fine fresh coral pink color and a sweet, musky smell.

Dolores chose that moment of inspection to lower her head over the glans of Tim's erection, which caused him to be momentarily distracted while savoring the initial sensations before returning his attention to the task before him. Dolores grinned around the intruder, knowing from the squirming she prompted that she had his attention. Denise had taught her all about the power and control inherent in this supposedly subservient activity, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was driving him nuts.

Tim, deciding that it was time to get even, delivered a broad swipe of his tongue upward along her channel from clitoris to anus. Dolores, galvanized, stopped dead and just sucked his cock head as if it were a pacifier, emitting a startled "Ommph!", mostly through her nose.

Almost immediately, however, they settled into a rhythm, Tim wriggling a finger into her open channel while teasing her clitoris with his tongue, and Dolores bobbing on and laving the first four inches of Tim's cock, making little "Um! Um! Um!" noises on the outstroke.

It was this rhythmic exclamation that was the source of their undoing. Padma, walking past the stair a few minutes later, detected the sound and followed it to its source, discovering her daughter and her boyfriend nude on her bed, engaged in a torrid bout of oral sex. As she arrived, Dolores began shaking and whining through her nose as the second orgasm of the session overcame her. Padma watched for a moment, ignoring her own physical reaction at the sight ('Oh! He's HUGE!' and an attendant wash of secretions), before crossing to the foot of the bed to critique her daughter's efforts. "Daughter, if you would keep this man, you must go DEEP!"

"Umm?" Dolores looked up to see her mother standing there. Tim, for his part, rolled his eyes, thinking, 'Well, THIS is over!'

"You have to make the deep throat!" Padma insisted.

"I can't, Momma! I've tried! Denise says it can be done, but..." Dolores whined.

"You can do it. Go deep, and stay there until the gagging stops. Your throat will open, and you can go on. Try it!" Padma directed.

Tim, surprised that the expected screaming and yelling had not occurred, shrugged and went back to his licking, which caused Dolores' eyes to slit with pleasure. Padma brought her back. "Go on, you are not the only one needing to be pleasured here!"

Dolores dutifully resumed her efforts, taking in about 6 inches per stroke. Padma wasn't satisfied. "Go slow. Get more in. Work it into your throat!"

Dolores tried, gagged, failed. "I can't!" she wailed, "It can't be done!"

"Nonsense! I do this for your father, who is about the same size." Peremptorily, she wave Dolores back.

As she rose up on her haunches, her pussy moved out of Tim's reach, so he glanced down between her legs to see what was going on, just as another mouth enveloped his cock. Padma bobbed once, quickly, then laved him from root to head to get the shaft more wet, then slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock, initially to the approximately six inches that her daughter had managed. Then, looking into his startled eyes, she kept right on going until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

The surprise and sensations proved too much for Tim. His eyes went glassy and his cock began to expand as the salacious sight triggered his orgasm. Corded muscles stood out on his neck as he instinctively tried to control his ejaculation, but the effort was doomed from the start.

Padma sensed what was occurring and backed off, pulling her daughter's head down to replace her. "Oops! I set him off! Take it!" Dolores' mouth settled into place just in time to take the first of seven looong jets of semen while Tim grabbed great handfuls of the bedclothes and gasped loudly through gritted teeth. "See, I told you it could be done!" Padma announced, calmly.

Dolores swallowed two mouthfuls of Tim's salty sperm, but held the third in her mouth. Not telegraphing anything she locked eyes with her mother and waved her down as she removed her lips from Tim's cock. As Padma leaned in, Dolores trapped her mother's head so she couldn't get away and locked lips with her, forcing a rich mouthful of Tim's spend into her mouth. Pulling back, she announced, "There was plenty..." and grinned.

Padma swallowed, more out of instinct and surprise than anything else. Then she stopped to savor the flavor of Tim's leftover sperm as it hit her taste buds. "That was evil!" she exclaimed, scowling at Dolores.

Dolores continued to smile. "You earned it, Mother!"

Padma nodded at Tim's erection. "Try it now that it's a bit softer."

Dolores lowered her head and began taking in Tim's cock, but its post- orgasmic sensitivity caused him to bleat "Aaagh!" and thrash, dislodging her. "That will have to wait! I can't handle it!" he groaned.

Dolores grinned, teasing him by chasing the sensitive head and giving it quick sucks. Padma was philosophical. "There are substitutes, Daughter. We'll get you there." With that, Padma got up and got out of there. Later, she would realize that the taste of Tim's sperm was the trigger that caused her to begin seriously considering Dolores' wild plan.



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Chapter 84: Various inquisitions


Helen left a voicemail at home, informing the girls of her plans and asking them to prepare to come up to McCormick's for dinner. When she and Rick got home and found it, Mandi called the restaurant to beg off, asking to go to Rick's instead. "Are sure that's a good idea, Dear?" Helen worried. "Don't the Nellis' want you to go home sometime?"

"Rick doesn't," Mandi replied, "and I'm working on the others!"

"Well, you'll certainly need to get a change of clothing. I think I need to talk to Rick's father - I want him to understand who is behind all this. I'm not just offing you onto them, no matter how infatuated with each other you two are!"

"Please, please don't screw us up, Momma! I need Rick!" Mandi wailed.

"I'll be gentle. Put Rick on." Helen assured her.

Mandi passed the phone to Rick as if it were the instrument of both their destruction. "Hello?" Rick said tentatively.

"Rick, what do your parents think of this wild scheme of yours?" Helen asked.

"Well, it's not a done deal, but I think we're going to bring it in," Rick replied.

"Dear, do YOU think it's a good idea? I understand that you have feelings for one another, but shouldn't you let reality in periodically?" Helen pressed gently. "What about college? Are you going to the same school? I love Mandi, but I'm not sure she's up to your mental attainments - not that it's an issue in your relationship. It's just that she's not going to CalTech, or anything, and you might sell yourself short if you stayed in the minors with her..."

"Um," said Rick, feeling the sandbag. Then he recovered, "We can work all of that out, if necessary. The point is that I want her with me. You know how she chose to give herself to me. My house is an environment where she can operate that way without stressing others - Mum's already doing it!"

Helen's voice firmed. "Rick, are you abusing Mandi?"

"What? Of course not! Pop isn't abusing Mum, either! If I was abusing her, do you think Mandi would be so hot to live with me?"

"No, Dear - it's just that I thought that this slavery thing would fall by the wayside - then I find out your parents have such an arrangement. I'm not so sure that it's an argument in your favor!" Helen disparaged.

"Okay, I see that. I expected the same thing. But it's not working out that way. And as for Mum and Pop - well, they weren't doing this, either, when we met. If anything, we've influenced them!"

Mandi had heard enough. She ran to the bedroom and picked up the extension, to hear Helen say, "You can understand why I have reservations about the environment..."

"Momma!" she declared hotly, "I'll not have you accusing Rick of anything bad! I love him - and we're not doing anything wrong!"

"Okay, okay! We're long past that! But this lifestyle you two want to live is bound to get you into trouble! Can't you see that?"

"Well," Rick allowed, "Pop's looking into the legal ramifications."

"Well, that's sensible!" Helen approved, "What about the interplay? Doesn't there have to be some kind of pecking order? Don't get me wrong, but with two slaves and two masters in the house, who rules the roost, and how far does it go?"

"That's a reasonable question. It HAS to be - it's been asked too many times!" Rick replied. "The best answer that I can give you is that from a domestic standpoint, Mandi defers to Mum. While I answer to Pop, he doesn't own my property. But I'm not going to lie to you - things could happen. Both of us have the right to do things that would otherwise be off the wall, and both of them have given up the right to argue."

"Thanks for your honesty," Helen responded. "You understand why I'm not comfortable, and you're not glossing over anything - I like that! But I'm still not sure..."

"Look, Pop wants to talk to you, probably with Mum present. I think it would be better if we all sat down together. You could bring Mr. McCormick, maybe..." Rick suggested.

"Okay," Helen replied. "For tonight, it's not an issue, as long as your father will put up with it. I have my hands full. Ask your father if we can meet tomorrow."

"I will." Rick promised solemnly.

"Mandi, keep things down to a suitcase until we can come to some kind of understanding. All right, Dear?"

"Okay, Momma." Mandi wasn't happy at all.

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow. Have Denise call me - we need to figure out where she is eating."

"Yes, Momma."

"Goodbye, Dears. I'll be at McCormick's, if anything comes up." They closed the call.

Rick locked eyes with the returning Mandi. "We're gonna need to grease things at my house as best we can. This isn't going to be easy!"

Denise came in with Eddie before Mandi was ready to leave for Nellis', so she got the full briefing. A call to Helen confirmed that Eddie would deliver her to dinner at 6:00. In the meantime, the Gianelli home provided them with a quiet place to do homework and neck.

Flossie let Helen burst out of McGinty's at 3:30, so she could get organized. "You're goin' to be cookin' for men again - best be ready!" Flossie advised, winking. She walked in the McCormick's front door promptly at 4:00.

She could barely keep from laughing aloud at what she found: Mike stretched out on the couch, fully dressed, with Jennifer stretched out atop him, wrapped in his arms, and drooling on his collar in her sleep. Helen tiptoed into the next room and telephoned Al. "Guess what I found!" she laughed after the call had been established.

"I hate to think!" was Al's growled rejoinder.

"They were sleeping together!"

"Figures..."

"No, I mean SLEEPING together! She's draped all over him on the couch, and they're both out like lights, fully dressed!" Helen couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Well, I'll be damned! I don't know which one of them is slower!" Al joined the laugh. "Could be a lot worse, I suppose..."

"I'll have them up in time for dinner," Helen assured him.

"Well, tease 'em once for me!" Al directed.

"I will, no problem." Helen hung up.

Just then a phone rang in the living room. Helen stalked in just in time to see Jennifer gingerly rise up and wipe her face with the back of her hand as she answered the phone, "H'lo?"

It was Jackie, calling from home, concerned because she hadn't found her mother there. "Mama, where are you?"

"I'm," Jennifer hesitated before continuing, "at McCormick's."

"Is Mike there?" Jackie demanded.

Another pregnant pause, while Jennifer tried to assess the effects of her answer. "Yes."

"Anyone else?"

"Helen."

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"I... don't think so."

"Will you be home later?"

"Uh... Yes."

A wry chuckle came across the connection. "Tough being on that end of the conversation, isn't it?"

"Uh huh. Never really thought I would be," Jennifer agreed.

"Well, I'm going to invite myself to dinner at Terry's, then. I'll be home later. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Jackie exhorted gaily.

Jennifer gathered her wits for a sally. "Judging from this morning, that isn't much in the way of a limitation!" she retorted.

Jackie's voice turned serious. "Mama, where Terry is concerned, there aren't any! You need to understand that!"

"I do sweetheart, and I'm beginning to appreciate it. Terry's sweet. I'm okay with it." Jennifer assured her daughter.

"Okay. I'll see you later?" Jackie asked.

"Yes, I'll be home later tonight. Bye!" Jennifer hung up, and locked eyes with Helen. "Hi!"

"Hi, yourself! How was your nap?" Helen couldn't contain her amusement.

"It was quite nice," Jennifer replied, abstracted as she shifted her attention to the still-sleeping Mike. "Hospitals are terrible places to sleep," she murmured while absently stroking his cheek.

"Why didn't you find a bed?" Helen queried.

"We were... necking..." Jennifer took a moment to remember the term. "It sort of just happened."

"Well, I'm sure it was good for both of you. You look like YOU could use some more..." Helen added.

Jennifer's fuzzy state allowed the next comment to leak out: "I don't know if I'll ever sleep well alone again..." She blushed with the realization that she's said it aloud, but did nothing to retract the statement.

Helen blinked with surprise as she reflected that she might well have the same problem! Instead, she changed the subject. "Want to help with dinner?"

"Sure." Jennifer rose and collected her crutches.

Bobby arrived a few minutes later, trailing Dina. "Hi, Auntie Helen. Here again, or still?"

"Again." Helen was unperturbed.

Bobby turned to Jennifer, "So, you're Jackie's mom."

"And you're the irrepressible Bobby McCormick that I've heard so many awful things about!" Jennifer responded.

Dina laughed, "In the flesh!"

Bobby leered, "You'd better be on your best behavior if you plan on dating MY brother!" he announced.

Dina chortled, "Better work at staying in your panties more like!"

"Dina..." Helen cautioned.

Dina shut up, but continued to grin at the puzzled Jennifer, who responded, "We haven't gotten THAT far, yet!"

"Well, Mike's a gentleman. I take more after Dad!" Bobby waggled his eyebrows, "It works for me!"

"Well, why don't you two go do your homework and stay out of trouble?" Helen remonstrated. "Dina, will you be staying for dinner?"

"Gee, I dunno." Dina peered sharply at Helen. "Is Mandi taking my seat at the table at home?"

"That's your brother's plan," Helen responded, unperturbed, "but Denise will be here."

"Well! If Neesy is going to be here, I gotta make a phone call!" Dina made for the next room.

Bobby looked Jennifer up and down and nodded, once. "You'd better like to diddle. Mike's overdue for a steady supply." He turned and walked out before Jennifer could formulate a reply.

"God!" Jennifer burst out, "He's as bad as they say!"

Helen laughed. "He's just very direct. Dina's working on him; pretty soon, he'll be just fresh. He won't get any better than that, though - Dina's as fresh as they come!" The two women continued working on dinner.

Rick and Mandi arrived at Nellis' in a somber mood, and went directly upstairs so that Mandi could drop her clothing - both those in the suitcase and the ones she was wearing. Then they came downstairs and went to work on their various homework assignments. The distraction of their problem was constantly with them, however. "I can't figure out how we could stack the deck over this!" Rick worried.

"I can't either," Mandi replied, "Everybody seems to be worried about whether I'll be sleeping with your father - and I don't have an answer for that, since it's totally dependent upon the two of you! Maybe I should just do it and get it over with..."

"No, I don't think so. It'd buy us a lot of trouble, rather than fixing things. Mum's a little insecure, but she'll come around - she's getting better daily. Pop's like me - he can't honestly rule the whole thing out, but it's nowhere on his list of priorities. Mum's a handful, and despite his role, he loves her too much to hurt her. We need to defuse this thing for Mum and for outsiders. Then we have to handle the basic objections: You're too young, you can't support her, I can't support her, you need to develop a tolerance, etc., etc. Mostly bullshit." Rick worried at the problem.

"Should I dress?" Mandi asked.

"No," Rick replied, "My gut tells me that the benefits outweigh the risks, especially in-house. Strangers - or your mom - might be a different issue, but it's an exercise in honest presentation. Maybe..."

"What?"

"Well, this stuff can happen whether you live here or not - therefore it's irrelevant, right? At least, we can present it that way..."

"No, you're right. Any time I come here, I'm under your father's authority. So what? You could lend me out to Tim! Or Bobby, and give him 30 minutes to draw a crowd! As for nudity, well, that housecoat Momma wears around is a sop to propriety; you've seen everything she's got by now - not once, but several times! And that night on the staircase..." Mandi was getting up some steam.

"Let's not bring that up unless we need big guns. No need to make enemies. Besides, she was highly susceptible and we were a serious temptation." Rick cautioned

"And there's Bobby..." Mandi began.

"Noooo... I started that; I won't hit her with it."

"You're too honorable. You've got to play dirty - we do!" Mandi was reluctant to give up any edge.

"If we can't do this fairly, there will be hard feelings, and we'll lose out in the long run. I can't stop you from bracing your mother in private, but I won't beat her with such things in public." Rick affirmed.

Mandi shut up. Rick had left the door open for her to resort to dirty tricks if necessary, but he obviously didn't want them on his conscience. Best to play it his way.

Merry found them working at the table, petting distractedly while they studied. It made a cute picture - one that she would have had less tolerance for before her new status and its implied permission to grope with impunity had freshened her relationship with Robert. She had literally had no idea that Robert liked to just touch her; he seemed to get a real kick out of just caressing her back and sides while she knelt before him as they watched TV. And now that she was no longer in denial, she was free to enjoy the touch, too. That made a big difference.

She went on about her business, picking up here and there and getting ready to start dinner. After a bit, Mandi closed her books, locked eyes momentarily with Rick, and rose to help. "Only if your homework's done, Dear," Merry reproved. "That comes before domestic issues." On Mandi's assurance that it was, she put her on salad preparation. Moments later, the phone rang. It was Dina, asking to have dinner with Bobby and Denise at McCormick's. Merry authorized it, setting a return time of 8:30.

The discovery that she was missing a number of items put Merry in a quandary. One look at Rick, and she knew he wasn't available; he had his head down, punching keys on his laptop, a physics problem in longhand on the paper before him. Mandi didn't drive, so... Merry ran upstairs and slipped into a skirt and a blouse, asked Mandi to hold the fort, and took off for the store.

When Robert entered and made his ritual announcement 20 minutes later, there occurred a flashing glance between Rick and Mandi. Rick nodded toward the door, and murmured "Be careful!" and Mandi dashed out.

Robert observed her arrival with some surprise. "What's this?" he demanded.

"Merry is out," Mandi thought quickly before adding, "Sir. My master has instructed that I make myself available to substitute for her to handle your normal domestic needs, as necessary."

Robert grinned sardonically, "He did, did he? Just like that?"

Mandi blanched, then replied, "I am interpreting things a bit as I go along, but I am confident that my master will approve the result."

Robert smiled. "You are an intelligent young woman, Mandi. Tell me, what does 'Sir' mean, as you used it a moment ago?"

"I substituted the honorific for 'Father of my master'. Would you prefer to be addressed by the longer version, Sir?" Mandi responded carefully.

Robert continued to smile, "Again, I am impressed. What rights and privileges does that title incur?"

Mandi took a breath. This could make or break Rick's grand plan, and she knew it. "One to be accorded the amount of respect and obedience normally afforded an adult, modified by the circumstance that he is a person that my master must answer to - but without certain ownership privileges," she recited.

"Excellent!" Robert was delighted. "Completely within the guidelines as I understand them! Okay, change of subject: What was Merry wearing when she left?"

Mandi, caught flat-footed by the change of subject, squinched up her face as she pulled up the image. "Uh, a skirt and blouse, Sir. And a coat."

"Braless?" Robert demanded.

"I believe so, Sir."

"Sorry. This is a pivotal event; I need to know how she handles it." Robert mused.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. I cannot guarantee it, but I believe that she followed instructions," Mandi temporized.

"Well, I'll have to inspect, I guess," Robert mused. "I'll be in the den."

"Yes, Sir. Will you need anything, Sir?" Mandi asked.

"Hmmm. Take it easy on the form of address. Once per communication is adequate. Perhaps a glass of the white wine in the refrigerator," Robert directed, eyes dancing in a serious face.

"Yes, Sir." Mandi rose and left for the kitchen. Robert chuckled to himself as he entered the den.

Forty minutes later, Merry rushed in carrying two grocery bags. Mandi heard the commotion of her entry and arrived in the living room to warn her seconds too late; Robert arrived from the den simultaneously. "Merry?" he queried.

"Master!" Merry couldn't kneel with the burden she was carrying, and Robert knew it. Fortunately, a solution presented itself.

"Mandi, would you take Merry's bags to the kitchen?" Robert asked mildly. At her nod of assent, he turned to Merry. "I need to see what you went out in. Please strip."

"Yes, Master." Merry started shrugging out of her coat. "Uh, Master? There are still groceries in the car, and it's behind yours in the driveway..."

"Richard!" Robert roared.

"Pop?" Rick stuck his head around the kitchen door.

"Here," Robert directed, tossing Rick his car keys, "Rearrange the cars in the driveway and bring Merry's into the garage so that she and Mandi can unload it without ridiculous contortions or exposure."

"Okay, Pop!" Rick headed for the door.

Merry started on her blouse. Very quickly, it became apparent that she was braless. "Very good," Robert approved, "It appears that you remembered my instructions."

Merry stepped out of her flats and undid her skirt. There were no panties. Robert nodded, pleased. "You did well."

"Master?" Merry asked.

"Yes?" Robert responded mildly.

"A slave requires guidance. Is it necessary to shed clothing the moment one enters the house, or is it permissible to disrobe upstairs where the clothing can be put away?"

Robert regarded Merry suspiciously. "Efficiency and good sense should dictate. You may disrobe upstairs. Errands such as unloading the car may occur first. This was an exceptional incident - I needed to ensure that you understood and complied with my general guidance in the matter of public dress."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I had been concerned for some days over how to handle this situation." Merry's obvious sincerity dispelled Robert's suspicion.

"Run along, store your clothing, and continue with the unloading." Robert waved his hand. Merry rose and gathered her things, then turned for the stairs, where Robert halted her with a word: "How long did Bert examine you?"

"Only a moment, Master. We had other priorities," Merry responded. Robert nodded and waved a second dismissal.

After a moment, Rick came back in. "Mum's car is in the garage, Pop."

"Thanks, Rick. Let her know, will you? Then... why don't you come back here? We need to talk," Robert directed.

"Sure, Pop." Rick's tone belied his tension. He could guess the subject of the conversation. He entered the kitchen, and announced "Car's in the garage, Mum," turned, and walked out, preoccupied.

Merry made for the door, and Mandi followed, automatically.

In a moment, he was back in the den. "Okay, Pop, they're all set," he announced, and awaited the drop of the other shoe.

It wasn't long in coming. "So, what's with you and Mandi?" Robert asked.

"What are you asking, exactly? We're..." The inability to formulate just exactly where they were in the face of his earnest expression spoke volumes to Robert. Obviously, the ultimate response was NOT going to be "We're just friends." Rick struggled for a moment, and broke it into bite- sized chunks. "I love her. She loves me. We're not happy any time we're apart." After a moment, he continued, "She's given herself to me unconditionally, and I've accepted that gift. I don't think we SHOULD be apart!"

Robert responded gently, "I'll pass on the obvious - you can't support her. What about school? Children? And this unique relationship WILL cause you trouble..."

Rick sucked in a breath. "School isn't urgent to Mandi. She can follow me, and go where I go - or go to another school - or go after; she doesn't seem to care. Children will wait until school is handled. Mandi's on the Pill, and she's diligent about it. As to the relationship, well, that's one reason we want to live here - we can operate comfortably here."

Robert nodded, "Rick, motherhood slips up on young women. She could start to 'forget' to take her pills..."

"I could beat her, too!"

"True enough, but the authorities take a dim view of some of the prerogatives of our special relationships. I've been really stupid once, already!" Robert replied. "Have the pair of you discussed marriage?"

Rick frowned. "Only peripherally. Mandi is in no hurry, as long as we're together. She doesn't want to prejudice my chances at a scholarship. Otherwise, I'd marry her tomorrow. She's wonderful, Pop!"

"Aside from the fact that she's into being chattel, she's pretty smart, too! She's gone to some effort to define OUR relationship, and I approve of the setup!" Robert approved.

"Well, it's a sticking point. Mandi's mom wants to talk to you, tomorrow or so. She, too, has concerns. We're scared to death somebody's going to put up a serious fight over this," Rick admitted.

"Son, you're asking quite a bit of us all."

"Would you want to be away from Mum any more than necessary?" Rick countered.

Robert smiled wryly, "There was a time, recently, when it didn't seem to matter, but now? No. But I have 20 years invested in your mother. You have - what? - 2 weeks? - in Mandi."

"Its love, nonetheless, Pop. I love her, and I'll do just about anything to keep her!"

"I'm going to hold you to that. You'll work during the summer - something approaching full-time - and you'll pay me a stipend against her support! Now frankly, I'm going to bank that money to give back to you for a nest egg, but... That's IF we can get past all of the objections everybody is going to throw. Although I cannot admit it to her, your mother's opinion carries weight, and the jury's still out. Obviously, Mandi's mother has powerful objections, too, one of which is how far will I go with Mandi?"

"Pop, you and I can't sugar-coat this, but Mandi and I are convinced that we're looking at it the wrong way!" Rick declared.

"Huh?"

"It started when Mandi suggested that you just get it over with - make it a 'done deal'," Rick continued, "but that led us to understand that living here isn't any different than spending a night 3 or 4 times a week. The only way Mandi is totally 'safe' from your clutches is if she never sees you - which is unacceptable to both of us. The potential exists any time we're all together. So it's irrelevant."

Robert grinned wryly again. "Have you considered the flip side?"

"Huh?"

"Your mother."

"I have no claim on Mum." Rick declared.

"... Unless I authorize it." Robert's smile continued. "Would you turn it down?"

"Uh, no..." Rick colored.

"And, frankly, when it comes up with Merry, well, 'the lady doth protest too much'," Robert continued. "I have no claim on Mandi, either - I particularly like Mandi's definition of my status - but I'm now convinced that both of these combinations are going to occur, and soon. It's like we're being dared to do it and can't back down. Fortunately, neither of us has dismissed the possibility or lied about it. Okay, I like your response. Let's see how it plays." Robert clapped Rick on the back and they went to look in on the dinner preparations.

Stopping in the kitchen doorway, the pair observed Merry and Mandi working diligently, each wearing an apron that covered them fairly well from the front, but not from the rear - which was the view the men had. "Mmmm, sweet isn't it?" Rick murmured, "Makes me want to bend her over..."

"But dinner has already been delayed," Robert interjected, "and we're expecting guests. Let's allow them to work..." He turned away, returning to the den.

Merry and Mandi hadn't noticed he men; they were concentrating on their work and the conversation going on between themselves. "Thanks for backstopping me earlier," Merry murmured, "Did my master give you any trouble?"

"Oh, no!" Mandi replied, "He quizzed me on my understanding of my status where he is concerned, and was pleased with my answers. I just brought him some wine."

"Oh? What did you say?" Merry asked, her interest piqued.

"That he is to be afforded the respect and obedience normally granted an adult, modified by the fact that my master must answer to him, but that he was denied certain privileges of ownership. He seemed very satisfied with that," Mandi parroted her earlier response.

"Hmmm. That IS pretty good. Honey, how are things between you and Rick?" Merry asked, changing the subject.

"I'm very happy, any time we're together. I love him very much," Mandi declared.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I'm concerned. Why did YOU insist upon slavery? You're very different than I am; I can't believe that you can't function as an independent person. Why give yourself away?" Merry asked.

"Almost as soon as I met Rick, I knew that he was a jewel beyond price. When he trapped me that Sunday morning, I knew that I would do ANYTHING to keep him. This was the answer that worked for me," Mandi affirmed.

"But, Honey, as a master he can put you aside. It's not marriage!" Merry pointed out.

"No, it's not," Mandi agreed, "but I don't have to tell you that masters have responsibilities. To that extent, it's better than marriage. Besides, I've made my gamble. If he marries another, she'll have to put up with me sleeping at the foot of the bed. I'd do that to be a part of his life!"

"He loves you. There won't be another," Merry stated.

"I hope not - but things change. Still, I feel pretty comfortable about it," Mandi stated matter of factly.

"Boys will be boys, though. I expect Robert to push the envelope, and you should expect the same from Rick. Neither of them is used to being waited on hand and foot. Things could change when they are..." Merry pointed out.

"Uh huh," Mandi responded, "They're going to want to keep us off balance - especially you. Rick's more or less humoring me, I think, but Robert knows he has to maintain the upper hand where you're concerned. That will almost certainly mean that there will be sex outside of your relationship, at some point - and I'm a natural candidate. Likewise, Robert knows if he gives you to Rick, it will shake you up. Are you ready for that?"

"I - I think so. I can't decide whether I'm horrified, or I'm looking forward to it!" Merry admitted.

"Well, it could be a stranger, too. Look what happened the other night! If Bobby had caught you, I GUARANTEE you'd have had sex with him!" Mandi laughed, remembering.

"Funny thing - I was horrified at the time, but I was also aroused. If he'd have caught me, I'd have had a good time!" Merry admitted.

"Well, things will probably never be dull around here!" Mandi laughed. "That's one reason I want to be here all of the time!"

"Well, I was worried before, but I'm not so worried now. I'll let Master know that I think it's a good idea."

"Great!" Mandi enthused. "Rick and I thought about it some today, and frankly, the big issue of Master Robert and I isn't..."

"Huh?" Merry was lost.

"Everyone is freaked about Master Robert deciding to take me at some point if I move in. Well, if I'm not safe living here, I'm not safe just visiting, either - and I'm NOT staying away! So it's not an issue..." Mandi amplified.

"Oh, I see - if you're NEVER safe, what's the difference? Besides, we've already covered that ground, anyway... It's going to happen - the only question is 'When?'" Merry nodded, satisfied. "Well, then I guess you're right - it's not an issue. Let's worry about other things. How are the potatoes coming?"

"Almost done." Mandi replied.

Dinner was a quiet affair; the women served, then knelt next to their men while they ate. Neither Robert nor Rick had seen fit to put any feeding rituals in place - the girls just waited by their masters. After a few moments, Robert indicated that Merry should go ahead and eat, which put her somewhat in a quandary. Robert resolved it by placing her plate on a chair, which allowed her to eat while kneeling. Rick shrugged and did the same for Mandi. "We'll need to look into this," Robert observed, "It requires different furniture." Rick nodded.

After he was finished eating, Rick started playing in the mashed potatoes and then presenting Mandi his fingers to lick. Robert looked over and grinned. "We'll need fewer napkins..." Rick smiled back. Mandi was making the finger cleaning into a sensual exercise, the minx.

Robert rose, motioning Merry to follow. "Rick, can you handle the cleanup?" His wave obviously included Mandi.

"Sure," Rick took the hint. Mandi did, too - she rose and started scraping dishes.

"Master? Permission to speak?" Merry asked diffidently when they were settled in the den. Robert nodded while continuing to fondle her breasts. He did a lot of that lately... "I think that Mandi would make a nice addition to the family, after all."

"No worries about displacement?" Robert countered.

"Well, they're under control. I understand that some working rules have been laid down. I realize that they mean little or nothing, but the intent is clear. You will do what you will do - and I will live with it. In the meantime, she loves her master, and it's stressful for them to have to be apart."

"That's sweet," Robert replied. "I'd about decided to go ahead, anyway. This makes it easier. We'll still have one free woman in the house - can the pair of you handle that?"

"Dina? She's AWFUL!" Merry tittered. "Where did she get that evil mind? Any time she is around, things heat up - because she can think of thirteen ways to make it happen, and delights in doing so!"

"My pet theory is that she gets it from your mother!" Robert laughed. "In any case, she still answers to you for disciplinary purposes - something I'll be sure to enforce. Mandi's position is less clear, but I intend that Dina not be an active participant in our relationships."

"Well, the good news is that she'll have her hands full with Bobby!" Merry laughed. "No telling who would end up the slave in THAT pair!"

Robert grinned back, "I think Dina's got him on the run, despite the age difference - which reminds me: they're going to the prom, right?"

"Uh huh."

"And they're staying in the hotel after?" Robert continued.

"Uh huh."

"Are you okay with that?"

Merry smiled, "Do you think we could REALLY stop her? Besides, it's got to be a better place than most for it to happen. From what I can tell, they've already handled most of the preliminaries."

"But Dina's a sophomore!" Robert exclaimed.

"With the mind of a thirty year old whorehouse madam. Give it up!" Merry answered. "Besides, I kind of like Bobby. You always know what he's thinking..."

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Robert looked up his face a mask of innocence. "Run along and get that, Wench."

Merry's insides tightened. No matter who it was, it would be someone who had not seen her nude. Robert was apparently content to have her expose herself. In fact... Merry looked back to see Robert watching her expectantly from the den. Merry looked through the peephole and discovered Ann Newton from work! "Master, its Ann!"

"Good. You may admit her," Robert directed mildly.

In a flash of understanding, Merry realized that Robert had been expecting her! "Yes, Master," she responded meekly.

Ann was standing on the porch fidgeting, just about to ring the bell again, when Merry opened the door. "Hello, Ann, won't you come in?" she asked, attempting a serene expression.

Ann was dumbfounded. There Marilyn stood, naked! She couldn't take her eyes off of Merry as she backed up and waved toward the den. "Um, thanks!" she murmured, gathering her wits about her and entering the house. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Robert answered for Merry. "No, everything is about as normal as it gets around here. Merry is required to go nude in the house - I appreciate the female form."

"Oh," Ann really didn't know quite how to respond to that. Turning to Merry, she asked, "What do you think of that?"

Merry looked at Robert, got his nod, and responded, "My opinion really doesn't matter; I'm a slave. However, I've discovered that being nude has its benefits."

"Oh?" Ann awaited amplification.

Merry provided it, "My master likes to touch the female form, too. Our relationship is a lot more physical than it once was." Merry smiled. She was beginning to hit her stride, recovering from the shock and humiliation - even turning the tables!

Robert interjected smoothly, "Merry, Ann was concerned after the nature of our relationship. I invited her here so that she could see for herself. I deliberately withheld this information in order that your reactions would be genuine. Shall we retire to the den? Merry, take Ann's coat. Would you like a drink? Some wine perhaps?"

Ann nodded with a glazed expression as Merry took her coat, then disappeared into the kitchen. She returned with two glasses. Handing one to Robert and one to Ann where she had seated herself across the coffee table from Robert, she knelt on her pillow before Robert's chair. Ann opened up the next round, "None for yourself?"

"My master did not grant me any," Merry replied serenely. Robert dipped a finger into his glass, and held it out for Merry to suck, an inspiration he owed to Rick's dinner activity. Merry took it into her mouth immediately.

Ann was again taken aback - and aroused. The wine dip had to be one of the most sensual things she had ever seen! "I need to understand all of this, Mari - Merry," she began.

Robert held up a hand. "You know, when I agreed to this, I wasn't really thinking. Perhaps I should leave, so that you two can speak candidly." He made to rise.

"No! Uh, sorry, Master - but if I am allowed a preference, I ask that you not leave." Merry realized that she might have earned a punishment for her outburst, but she felt it important.

Robert frowned, "I will leave the issue in Ann's hands. Ann?"

"Merry appears to feel strongly about this, so I'm fine with it," Ann replied. "But I don't necessarily understand why?"

"I think that it might prove to be of interest to my master," Merry responded.

"Well, you may speak freely, Merry. I will not punish you for anything you might say during this interview," Robert announced.

'Aha!' Ann thought, and pounced, "So, you punish her?"

"Well, yes," Robert replied, "I have to maintain discipline."

"Only when I deserve it!" Merry burst out.

Ann shifted her regard to Merry, "Does he beat you?"

"He has, on one or two occasions. But my master no more enjoys inflicting pain than I do absorbing it. Many times, his punishments are more mental than physical."

Ann turned to Robert with a raised eyebrow. Robert amplified, "Merry responds well to object lessons and a bit of humiliation. The nudity around the house is a prime example." He frowned, thinking. "As I said, I wasn't thinking when I agreed to this meeting - I have seriously humiliated Merry without intending to punish her when I directed her to admit you. In fact, any exercise of my authority over her in your presence is further humiliation. While the strictures of our relationship do not allow me to apologize for this, I can prevent it from continuing..." He made to rise again.

Merry whirled on her pillow, and draped herself across his lap, "Master, I beg you to allow us to continue normally! Please stay! I need your support!"

Robert looked to Ann, who nodded. "Very well," he replied, again seating himself, "But I do so under protest." He settled back. Merry captured a hand and held it to her side until it began to stroke.

Ann watched this activity intently. "I guess perhaps you should begin at the beginning," she invited.

Merry smiled, "I know that this is hard to understand, but the truth is that I do not enjoy being independent, and answering largely only to myself. Robert has always been kind to me, but I am a little fool. For years, I have done outrageous things, attempting to force Robert to put his foot down, but he loved me and put up with my foibles. For my part, I mistook his loving forbearance as weakness and cowardice, and resolved to trample him even harder under my feet, not because I wanted him to be there, but to punish him for being weak and not controlling me as he should. If you had asked me about this two weeks ago, I could not have told you why I was unhappy - but I knew it was so."

Merry stopped for a moment, and turned tearful eyes on Robert. "You should beat me, Master! I'm a foolish bitch who has hurt you on many, many occasions! I can never be punished enough!"

Robert merely smiled gently, "I'll take it under advisement. For now, I'm content to look to the future. Continue - I AM learning from this!"

Merry turned back to Ann, and composed herself. "A couple of weeks ago," she continued, "events occurred that caused me to understand that I had been foolish. In an attempt to counsel our children about sex, I revealed the wasteland that was our sex life. My children upbraided me for my foolishness, then called my mother, who confirmed their opinion. My daughter, wily little demon that she is, managed to trick me into getting tied to the bed, and told Robert that he should have his way with me."

Robert leaned forward and interjected, "I'd have never been able to do it, but for the fact that Dina - our daughter - gave me some details of her conversation with her grandmother. Apparently, Merry's parents were stern disciplinarians, and Merry equates love with a firm hand controlling her impulses. I was encouraged to assume control - and told that if I didn't, there probably wouldn't be another opportunity!"

Merry took up the tale, "Nobody is stupid enough to get herself tied to the bed - except possibly me! I didn't discover what Dina was doing until she was about 3/4 finished, and I probably could have weaseled out - but it was the first time in years that the issue had come up, and I was hoping that lightning would strike - and, Boy, did it!"

"You should know that what resulted was NOT rape! I saw something that I had never seen before in my husband, and I responded to it, powerfully. It was the most fulfilling sex I had ever had! And Robert demonstrated that he could indeed be uncompromising and dominant with me. I saw something in his eyes that night that turned me into jelly, and I couldn't get enough!"

Ann took this declaration with some surprise. Even more surprising was the fact that Merry was unconsciously writhing against Robert's hands as she told the tale, her skin flushed with arousal at the memory! Ann couldn't help but respond.

"The next time," Merry continued, "I brought HIM the binders and ASKED to be bound! And he did so, only after he had set HIS conditions! Soon, I understood that to be happy, I needed to place myself totally under his dominance - and I did so, willingly. In fact, I begged him, and he was reluctant!"

Ann was still confused, "Why do you need to be dominated? And what does this all have to do with sex?"

Merry's eyes bored into Ann's. "You must understand - I grew up with all kinds of stupid preconceptions about sex, and I cannot get away from them on my own. We tried, and I fell back into the old stupid patterns. I just didn't have the courage to indulge my fantasies or my imagination, and I couldn't overcome my embarrassment at even thinking about them! But my Master controls me sexually, and I am required to do whatever he demands! As a result I am free to enjoy anything he does to me without shame, because instead of trying to comply with other people's concept of proper sexual behavior, I have only one guiding principle: Am I obeying my master? My life is much fuller and richer and more pleasurable than it was, and I will never go back, even if he beats me daily!"

Sometime in the process of this declaration, Merry grasped Robert's hand and moved it to her breast. Robert shrugged and began to manipulate it. Ann watched mesmerized. "All this," she croaked, "for sex?"

"Oh, no! Sex is just part of it! For me to feel loved, I need to know I'm being supervised and limited. Someone else needs to set bounds for me, then enforce them, because I cannot do it myself! My master tells me what he expects of me, and I strive to meet his standards. And whether he is pleased with me or punishes me, I know that he is watching over me and that I bask in the glow of his attention! I know that I am loved! Silly, isn't it?"

"Um, yes..." Ann croaked. Merry was now luxuriating in the caresses of both Robert's hands. Her nostrils were dilated, and her skin was flushed. Both her nipples stood out like bullets. Ann was soaking wet in response, and her nipples ached where they pressed against her bra. She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together.

Robert caught the motion. "Oops! Sorry!"

"Don't be!" Ann declared. "I was just fascinated by Merry's descriptions, and even more so by her obvious enjoyment!"

Merry leaned forward and a new look lit her eye. "I think you were also... aroused!"

"Uh," Ann stuttered, taken aback.

"Master," Merry said, whirling to Robert, "Ann has... needs..."

"I see that," Robert said quietly, locking eyes with Ann. "Perhaps you should return some time with your husband..."

Ann was rooted in the chair, pinned by Robert's regard. "I'm... divorced."

"A significant other, perhaps?" Robert queried.

"Uh, not right now."

"I see," Robert continued, "Well, I'm not prepared to start something that you might regret, so we will pass on it for this evening. I want you to be able to think on what you have seen and heard and decide what its effect upon your relationship with Merry will be before I provide further hospitality. However, if in the future you desire to pursue the roots of this arousal, we might be happy to facilitate your satisfaction."

Ann thought on this. Was he saying what she THOUGHT he was saying? "How?" she croaked.

"Well, first we might need to discover the exact source of your arousal. Then we would do whatever was necessary to bring you to completion. You might wish to merely watch us, or you may wish to participate in some way. If you wished merely to watch and masturbate, we keep certain toys that might assist. If you decided that you needed to participate... I don't think we need go into further description."

"Ohhh," Ann was beginning to feel faint.

"More wine, Dear? Or have you gotten what you came for?" Robert's solicitude was difficult to maintain. Ann was VERY aroused, and he could take her - but he probably couldn't navigate the aftermath safely. He was careful not to allow his amusement to show.

Ann sensed that she was being toyed with, nonetheless. "I think I have," she affirmed, getting up. "Perhaps I'll go and let you enjoy your evening." Merry rose and retrieved her coat, helping her into it in the entryway. "Thank you so much for this evening," Ann confided, "I just didn't understand. Now, maybe I do..."

"That's okay. It helped for me to get some of it out! Come back any time!" Merry kissed her on the cheek as she let her out the door. That was the last straw; Ann stumbled to her car on watery knees, and sat there for several moments, gathering her wits about her. What had happened? And what was she going to do about it?

Merry returned to the den to confront an amused Robert, "What was THAT all about?"

Robert smiled. "I'm not sure, but one thing is certain: Ann got more than she bargained for!"

"I guess so, Master," Merry replied, grinning, as she again settled into Robert's embrace. "She was becoming extremely aroused. What do you think set her off?"

"Well, I noticed some agitation even as she entered the room. It's quite possible that she found your nudity arousing. Has she evinced any... lesbian... leanings?" Robert asked.

"I never noticed - but I'm not sophisticated in these things," Merry admitted, "Perhaps, but if she is, I doubt that she is aware of it."

"If she returns, you may have to become so..." Robert observed.

"Master?"

"If she is brave enough to return, I think we should follow through and give her her fantasy - whatever it is!"

"I - I don't..." Merry's voice trailed off as she met Robert's uncompromising gaze.

He waited for her to dig herself a hole, but Merry, as usual, was quick on the uptake, and went silent - so he confirmed her suspicions, "If it IS what she wants, it will be a valuable addition to your sexual education. If it isn't, you will at a minimum be engaging in sexual activity in front of her. And I really think that she will participate - which means that one or both of us WILL have sex with her. Does this disturb you?"

"Mmmm, yes, Master - but in a good way!" Merry melted against him, surrendering to his caresses.

"I will NOT have you freezing up and ruining her experience - will you need to practice?" Robert queried.

Merry prevaricated a bit with her response, figuring that the hypothetical incident would never occur, "No, Master - I think I'll be fine." Robert detected nothing, and let it lie.



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Chapter 85: Young love?


Ellen Michaels managed to contain her surprise when Jackie trailed into the house behind her son for the second time in two days. Terry immediately addressed the issue at hand, "Can Jackie stay to dinner, Mom?"

"Certainly," Ellen replied, "You two usually swap back and forth; I expected you to call about eating at Hardesty's. What happened?"

Jackie blushed. "Mama's visiting her rescuer." The statement left a lot of open questions, but Ellen knew that pressing for answers would be discouraged even without Terry's frown and warning shake of the head. Poker faced, she pulled another salmon filet out of the refrigerator.

Over dinner, however, the subject was raised again as Paul asked, "So, Jackie, what circumstances cause you to grace us with your presence this evening?"

Jackie looked up, "If I'm not welcome..."

"No, no, no!" Paul waved this away. "No insult intended, I assure you! I'm very happy to see you, and even happier for Terry! I was just attempting to start a conversation..."

"Um, apparently, Jackie's mother is visiting her rescuer from last night," Ellen murmured quietly.

"Who just happens to be Bobby McCormick's big brother Mike!" Terry burst out.

"Oh, my! Bobby has a big brother? He doesn't have his awful mouth, I hope!" Ellen exclaimed.

"Nooo... He seems to be quite nice - very quiet, though," Jackie hazarded, regaining some level of comfort in the conversation.

"Funny, I don't remember your mother having much use for men," Ellen observed. "She shocked us to death last night when she asked for Terry to stay over!"

"That was somewhat tactless!" Paul disparaged, with a raised brow directed toward his wife.

Ellen, uncharacteristically, wilted. Paul had reinforced his comment of the day before with a few other pinpricks, and Ellen was walking on eggs - without really knowing why.

"It's true, though," Jackie agreed ruefully, "We've all been bitten, recently, over Terry and I."

"Oddly enough, apparently something happened out there on the road," Terry added. "We saw it last night - Jackie's mom reacted quite differently to Mike - it was like she was seeking shelter with him!"

"Terry is partially at fault for this," Jackie related, "Momma is just getting used to him, and having to re-evaluate men in the process. Then Mike stepped in... Frankly, Momma's not that strong. She's so flaky because she's stressed all of the time. Where men are concerned - well, she's been dealing with that by avoidance, and for a looong time! I think Terry poked a hole in the dike, and somehow, out there on the road, Mike blew it wide open!"

Terry observed, "It's not a sexual thing," drawing looks from both of his parents, which he shrugged off. "It seems to be more a comfort and protection thing. Mike apparently was a real white knight at the accident scene. I think he got injured protecting Jennifer. Now it's like she's looking to him for comfort. It's kind of romantic..."

"It's also going to be tough on Mike!" Paul observed. "He's up on a pedestal from square one! There's only one way he can go - down!"

"Well," Jackie sighed, "we tried to pop her bubble last night - but I think Mike undid it by not maintaining any distance. She's at his place, now, and she wasn't very forthcoming about what she'd been doing when I called her on the phone..."

The couple in question were just sitting down to dinner under the watchful eyes of at least five other people, the largest gathering to occur around the McCormick table in quite some time. Denise, figuring that Helen might need help, had moved fairly quickly to get organized and travel to the McCormick's, although it took her fifteen minutes to complete her reluctant parting with Eddie on the steps. The discovery that Helen already had help left her mildly irritated, but she soon got over it in conversation with Bobby and Dina.

Mike had awakened at about 5:00, and Jennifer had chased him around solicitously as he got himself cleaned up and reorganized, much to Helen's amusement. When Big Al arrived home at 5:30, it was to a full house. Al moved to minimize the ruckus by providing instructions about where the various items of dishware could be found, and managed to get everyone to table by 6:00. As a result, it was over dinner that he caught up with his son's condition. "So, Mike, how do you feel?"

"Fine. Had a nap this afternoon - hospitals suck to sleep in," Mike replied blandly.

"They don't provide live blankets, either," Al observed with a smirk.

Both Mike and Jennifer colored. Mike replied, "Well, we were both tired. It's been a tough 24 hours for both of us."

Al snorted, "I don't know whether I expected more or less, but I didn't expect that anyone would find the pair of you asleep on the couch, fully dressed! Couldn't you find a bed?"

"We were necking, and just drifted off..." Mike mumbled.

"That's some exciting sex life you two have!" Bobby erupted to appreciative titters from Denise and Dina. "I don't know how I'll ever keep up!"

"We were working on romance," Jennifer announced frostily, "We aren't in any rush for sex!"

"Romance is apparently pretty boring - you slept right through it!" Bobby riposted.

"I'd prefer sleeping in Mike's arms to any number of..." Jennifer's hot reply petered out when she realized what she was saying, and she hid her face as the laughter flowed around her.

Mike reached under the table and took her hand, fortifying her somewhat, then announced, "We're going slow. Actually, I don't think we're much ahead of you guys in experience, despite our ages."

Helen took this up, "Come on now, Mike, didn't you tear a swath through the girls at your high school?"

"Uh, no, I guess I'm pretty invisible where women are concerned. I've never really had a girlfriend before..." was Mike's blushing reply.

"Then it's quite possible that that little monster over there is ahead of you!" Helen observed. Bobby preened himself, laughing.

Dina pushed the other end of the equation. "Well, Ms. Hardesty's a mother. Obviously, she has some experience!"

Jennifer kept her eyes on her plate as she replied, embarrassed, "Not that much, I'm afraid. I was sixteen when Jackie was born, and there was only one boy - maybe three times." She looked up, challenging, and started, "I haven't had sex since Jackie was conceived and it..." She stopped, blinked, and continued more quietly, "I was going to say it hasn't done me any harm, but maybe that's not exactly true..."

"So this is young love for those with arrested development!" Bobby hooted.

"Bobby!" Helen snapped, "Behave yourself, or I'll ask Dina to cut you off!" There was a loud "Ulp!" and Bobby's end of the table got very silent - except for the quiet snicker from Dina.

"Well, well!" Al observed, "One more weapon in the arsenal!" Eyeing Bobby, he grated, "Get used to it!" Bobby didn't ask what 'it' was, and several others assumed that he meant the withdrawal of sex as a motivator, but what Al REALLY meant was taking behavioral corrections from Helen. Oddly, the other person to realize the true nature of the comment was Dina, who only grinned more. Helen, assuming that Al's comment apparently signaled support despite the fact that she had obviously overstepped her lack of authority, said nothing more. Conversations broke into groups - Al and Helen, Mike and Jennifer, and the precocious trio of Bobby, Dina and Denise, and further attacks were avoided.

Tim and Dolores came downstairs, arm in arm, after an additional hour or so of necking in Dolores' room. Padma approached then at the foot of the stairs, but could not meet Tim's eye. "I apologize. I should not have intruded."

Tim went poker faced. "I'm getting used to it."

Dolores wheeled on him. "You'd better! We're a close-knit family, and I intend that you be right in the middle, Sugar!" Turning to Padma, she continued, "Mama, I appreciate your help, and I'm gonna need more!"

Padma, understanding the subtexts of the conversation, tried to defuse things. "I'll try to be less 'hands on' in the future..."

Dolores whirled to Tim and challenged him, "Is that really necessary?"

Tim, caught flat-footed, gaped for a moment, then thought furiously. It was a credit to his presence of mind that he managed to find an out that didn't insult anyone. "I'll defer to Mr. Brown's opinion on that."

Padma looked relieved. Dolores was furious for a moment, then smiled. "I'm gonna hold you to that!" Tim stood there, mute, wondering what he'd missed.

As they walked out to Tim's car, Dolores snuggled up to Tim. "Sugar, do you really plan to make an honest woman of me?"

Tim blinked. This was the second blind-side in five minutes! Well, at least he had an answer for this one... "Yes. You wanna think about dates? I figured I'd wait to bend the knee until I could afford a ring, but..."

"Don't be silly - I've already been bartered!"

Tim stopped, grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "No, you haven't. Officially, I haven't asked, and you haven't been obliged to answer. I made it very clear to your mother that you could throw me back if you wanted to! I'm gonna ask you for real. When I do, I'm gonna want an answer for real. Until then, your options are open!"

"Okay, so?" Dolores challenged.

"So what?" Confusion and irritation warred in Tim's voice.

"So ask me!"

"I got no ring!"

"Fuck the ring! Is that all that's holding you back?" Dolores' eyes spat fire.

"Yes, as a matter of fact!" Tim got down on one knee, cradled her clenched fists in his huge hands, looked into her eyes, and said, "So, will you marry me?"

Dolores stood stock still for a moment, then the fire went out of her. "Get up, silly - your knee is getting wet. Besides, I can't hug you properly from down there!"

Tim held his position. "And that means?"

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" Dolores moved forward into his arms as he rose.

They were still celebrating on the lawn when Marcus pulled up. "What're ya doin'? Puttin' on a show?"

Tim laughed, "Well, I was going home - then suddenly we got engaged..."

"Don' see no ring..." Marcus observed, "Don' remember us havin' a talk."

"I sorta pinned him, Poppa," Dolores explained. "It was a thing of the moment."

"Daughter, if you got the thing from some kinda mind game, you're gonna regret it. It'll come up later, and you won't look good - even if it's only in his mind!" Marcus cautioned.

"Whoa, whoa, it wasn't like that! The route was a little strange, but I got there on my own! I was just holding off 'til I could get a ring. Dolores seemed to think she was bound by the agreement between her mother and I. By the time we got that straightened out, it seemed like the words were more important than the ring, so I went ahead."

"YOU'RE not bound by that agreement with Padma! You understand that?" Marcus asked, incredulous.

"I'm bound by the question I just asked - and I'm holdin' Dolores to her answer!" Tim replied.

"That's fine. An' you're right - the words are more important than a hunk of metal. I'm pleased Dolores knows this - mebbe I did somethin' right!" Marcus countered, pleased. "As for our talk - I passed on ya a while back!" He grinned, "Let's go inside an' have a beer!" He clapped Tim on the back and turned him back toward the door.

Padma was quickly brought up to speed, and the women started talking like magpies while Marcus handed out the brew. "Any guesses as to when?" he asked.

Tim shook his head. "No - I figure that's difficult, since I don't have a job, and haven't even STARTED college. Costs money to keep a woman happy..."

"Well, Dolores ain't what you call 'high maintenance', but you hafta eat, and you hafta live somewhere..." Marcus observed.

"... And right now I'm living at home and eating off Dad's dime. Not exactly self-sufficiency," Tim brooded.

"Well, don't rush things - Dolores will understand," Marcus placated.

"Not sure I will!" Tim replied. "I'm gettin' tired of getting in my car and leaving every evening!"

"Huh! Already? I had you figgered for more patience..." Marcus snickered.

"ME! I can barely keep her from flowing all over me like a coat of paint!" Tim yelped.

"Yeh. I noticed a certain determination in her a coupla days ago. Since there's no stoppin' her, why don' you just roll with the punch?" Marcus asked mildly.

"I got plans for Prom night."

"That works," Marcus nodded. "Keep puttin' your foot down - its good practice!"

"I guess. But she's slippery as an eel, and she's up to something that she hasn't told either of us!"

"Prob'ly wants to give her mother grandkids..." Marcus guessed. "She knows how much Padma wanted more of her own..."

"No way we can do that anytime soon - besides, it feels like something else. Dolores knows I won't rush into kids - I want to be able to feed 'em first. THEN I'll see what she looks like with a big round belly..." Tim declared.

"I 'member Padma glowed for eight months - then Dolores got too heavy to be fun anymore..." Marcus sighed, then went silent, belatedly realizing that the women had stopped talking and were watching them intently. "What?"

"Nothing." Dolores turned away pointedly and again engaged Padma in conversation. Padma, however, was watching the men over her shoulder - a fact that was not lost on either of them.

Tim murmured, "We're close - DAMN close!" Marcus nodded, watching the women. A moment later, "June 30th" popped up in conversation. Both men convulsed - that was six weeks away, maybe! "What was that?" Tim interjected.

"I think we should get married on June 30th!" Dolores announced.

"Baby, don't you think I should be able to feed you and put a roof over your head first?" Tim gasped.

"Minor details," Dolores waved them away. "Mama says we can have the apartment over the garage. We'll come up with a little rent and grocery money."

Tim and Marcus shared a look. "We've been outflanked!" Marcus announced.

"I didn't even see the ambush!" Tim laughed.

Dolores smiled like a cat. "I haven't sprung it yet! This is just the draw!"

The men shared another puzzled glance. "Mama," Dolores murmured, "you're up!"

Later, when they were again walking to Tim's car, Dolores decided it was time to let her man in on the plan. "Sugar," she confided, "I know you're confused over the rush." Tim nodded, silent, knowing Dolores was going to spill it, finally. "It's pretty simple, really. Mama's not getting any younger, and I want her to get at least a couple of kids in before menopause."

Tim blinked. "What's that got to do with me?"

"You're gonna sire 'em, Sugar!"

Tim stopped breathing, then: "I'M GONNA WHAT!!!!" he roared.

Dolores snuggled in close, and reiterated calmly, "You're gonna give Mama kids. I want you to be fully a member of the family first, then I want you to use that fire hose of yours to fill Mama full of spunk!"

"Baby, that would be extremely disrespectful to your Poppa!" Tim remonstrated.

"We're gonna fix that - Poppa will approve the whole thing - you'll see!" Dolores insisted.

"I don't see how! What does he get out of this deal?" Tim asked, nonplussed.

"Aside from a couple of kids?" Dolores grinned, "Me!" Tim stood there with his mouth open and a look of disbelief. "Sugar, we've talked about this. You said it was okay!"

"Yeah, well, - only if it's okay with your Mama and Poppa! I'm not sure either one of them is prepared to take this wild idea seriously!"

"Sugar, Mama is falling into line. That mouthful of cum I passed her this afternoon was a big inducement. And she wants kids, bad! Draining your cock is a LOT better than any old fertility clinic - especially once you're family! And once Mama is on board, she'll help with Poppa! It's gonna work - and it's gonna be a LOT of fun, for everybody!" Dolores hoped her enthusiasm was infectious.

Tim was still shocky. "Baby, the kids will be a lot whiter than your poor Pop!" he pointed out, dismayed. Under cover of the comment, his mind was whirling. 'Can I do this?' he wondered. That afternoon had pretty well proven that he was capable of having sex with Padma - but he wasn't sure he was proud of the fact!

"I know this is a lot, Sugar. You're not too upset with me, are you? You don't want to," she choked back a sob, "call off the wedding, or anything?" Her big brown eyes turned mournful.

"Uh..." Tim stopped and assessed things. What Dolores was proposing was certainly morally wrong, and probably illegal - but who did it hurt? And morals were slippery things. There seemed to be two versions - the least common denominator 'general' version, that seemed to be dictated by intolerance, and his own 'personal' version, which, like everyone else's 'personal' version that he was aware of, was a variant on 'do unto others... '. Besides, what did this hare-brained scheme have to do with whether he loved Dolores or not? "No, Baby, I'm not prepared to toss out the baby with the bath water. But I'm not gonna do any of this until I hear loud and clear that it's okay from your Mom and Pop. And I won't help you with the setup, either."

Dolores pouted a bit, but left it alone. She really didn't NEED Tim's active participation until everything was in place, and he'd already agreed to do that... "Okay, Sugar, I won't bother you with this thing unless I can pull it off. But if I do, you give Mama a good time, hear?" She grinned.

Tim grinned back - it was infectious. "Okay, Baby - if and when. I need to go home and tell my folks I've managed to get myself engaged!" He kissed her quickly, gave her a final squeeze, hopped in his car, and was gone.

After dinner at the McCormick's the couples split up, seeking privacy. The 'cripples' were encouraged to retire to Mike's room, "where Mike can watch TV in comfort" as Al put it. Al and Helen retired to the master suite, for similar 'peace and quiet'. Bobby, on the other hand, was loudly encouraged to keep things EXTREMELY public, and effort to be assisted by saddling him with Denise. "Dina's a sophomore, fer chrissakes!" Al howled. Helen just grinned and shrugged as they went out of sight.

The three of them conversed and watched TV for a while, but Dina started teasing Bobby relentlessly, knowing that there was little he could do about it. She started rubbing herself against him and grabbing his cock through his jeans, driving him mad with frustration. Denise got into the spirit of things, making comments like, "Hey, what're you doing over there, Bobby? Didn't your dad say to behave yourself? Is that a boner? I can't BELIEVE you're all over Dina like that, with me sitting right here!"

Finally, Bobby whined, "Denise, puh-leez, call Eddie and get him over here so I can deal with this little prick tease without worrying about watching my back!"

"Little! Prick tease! And how EXACTLY are you going to 'deal' with me?" Dina wanted to know.

"Little - as in petite. That hand on my cock qualifies you as a prick tease, until and unless you do anything about it. And I don't know, EXACTLY. I'm gonna have to wing it, but I imagine it'll involve some tongue work!"

"Oh, quick, Neesy, call Eddie!" Dina squealed, "Did you know that Bobby's tongue has a big, hairy wart on the end? It's heavenly!"

"IT DOES NOT!" Bobby howled, offended. Both girls broke up with laughter.

"Maybe not," Dina chuckled, "but if you're gonna offer me a ride on your nonexistent moustache, I'm gonna take it!"

Denise fished out her cell and called Eddie, but came up frowning. "Eddie says he can't come over. There's some uproar going on over Tim and Dolores... getting married?" Expressions of shock were general, at that point.

Meanwhile, in Mike's room, Mike and Jennifer were - watching TV! Mike was stretched out on the bed with his back to the headboard, and Jennifer was snuggled into his right side. How much REAL TV viewing was going on was questionable; Mike was focused on the pleasant, soft feel of the woman pressed against his right side, and Jennifer was luxuriating in the feel of a strong arm wrapped around her. Add a substantial amount of deep kissing, and, well, you get the picture.

Mike was twisting his right hand to the point of being double-jointed in an attempt to maximize coverage for the caresses he was giving Jennifer's right side with it. When he had her side, right thigh, and a bit of her ass mapped without significant complaint, he brought his left hand into play. Jennifer snuggled in to facilitate the switch, but it became evident to Mike within milliseconds that breasts were a prime target from that angle - in fact, they were difficult to miss, despite their modest size! Mike worked at her belly, then the inside of her left thigh, which produced an interesting wriggle and an undefined "Ummm..." from Jennifer that caused him to retreat while he gathered courage. Given the twitch and his inability to evaluate the sound, Mike switched back to his right hand for a moment. This could have been his undoing, because Jennifer's switch of positions had granted him access to much more of her ass than previous efforts had obtained. Jennifer gave an audible gasp as his hand swept across the new territory, so he hurriedly adjusted it's location to her hip. After a frozen moment, she settled down again.

Seen from Jennifer's side, this whole action went from comfort to something more. Mike was being very careful, but she was getting... well, she couldn't put a finger on it - tense? Where did these butterflies come from? The caresses felt wonderful, the occasional gentle sweep across her ass cheek even better, and the action on her left thigh left a tingle - but it also set off alarm bells! The broad sweep across her ass moments later felt wonderful, but scared her to death! Why was she having a fit over something that felt so nice?

Mike waited a moment and reached out again with his left hand to stroke her side, working downward, then up to her armpit. Then, in a calculated move, he withdrew his hand, "accidentally" brushing the outside surface of her brassiere-covered breast. Pins and needles washed over Jennifer as gooseflesh erupted through two layers of fabric. "Mike, I don't..." she began as she rotated her left shoulder to break his contact - but instead dragged his palm across her erect nipple! Her eyes widened and her nostrils dilated, and she grabbed the offending wrist in both hands. Mike flinched, knowing she was going to have a fit, the pre-prepared, "Oops! Sorry..." leaking from his lips. He attempted to retrieve his hand, but Jennifer had it in a death grip, so he relaxed his arm. Jennifer said nothing, her wide eyes staring into his, as Mike's hand, guided by her grip settled gently back upon her right breast.

For the shockwave generated when his palm dragged across her nipple had killed Jennifer's knee-jerk reaction stone cold! Her nipple seemed to be directly attached to her clitoris, and the action caused every nerve ending in Jennifer's vagina to go from dormancy to tingling life in a microsecond. With it Jennifer's self-imposed blindness ended, and she realized that her "tension" was pure sexual arousal! Sixteen years of self- denial were stripped away, and Jennifer awoke to a ravening hunger for sexual gratification!

Mike felt the soft mound under his hand, held his breath, and squeezed gently. Jennifer let out a whimper that caused him to again try to retrieve his hand, but her grip didn't loosen - in fact, she pressed it to the firm mound even more forcefully!

Mike, getting reasonably clear signals, began to knead the firm mound. Jennifer luxuriated in the sensation for a moment, then decided it wasn't enough. Satisfied that his hand wasn't going anywhere, she released it and began tearing at the buttons of her blouse. Once they were undone, a quick snap of the front closure of her bra set her up to gently remove his hand from outside and slide it through the opening to the soft flesh inside. As he took possession of the firm mound and began to roll the nipple between his fingers, she threw herself against him and crushed her open, demanding mouth to his.

Mike was thrilled to death! He'd been afraid that Jennifer would be hung up and difficult to arouse and that their relationship was going to be nurturing, but platonic - then she'd practically forced a breast into his hand! He released her lips and began kissing her throat and neck, and in a moment Jennifer was ripping at her cuff buttons in an effort to get her blouse off and grant him unrestricted access to her breasts!

Jennifer was in heaven! Every manipulation of her nipple slid across nerve pathways to be reflected in a sensation inside the folds of her vagina. In the shame of her pregnancy, she had deliberately forgotten the joy of the sexual encounters that had caused it, locking away that part of herself that recognized and enjoyed sensuality. Now, it all came rolling back, and threatened to overwhelm her! When Mike's lips touched her flesh, she crushed his head to her breast, trying to feed him the whole thing! It was exquisite! She caressed his hair and gently moved him from point to point for several minutes, discovering and reveling in new depths of sensation.

Mike, his confidence burgeoning by the moment, decided to move things along. He slipped his right hand under Jennifer's skirt, sliding it up her thigh to her crotch, then drew his thumb up along the gusset of her panties.

That did it. Jennifer had been in delicious tension for several minutes, building an orgasm that wouldn't see release on the current level of stimulation. When Mike upped the ante by tracing his fingers along her thigh, a wave began to build. The rough texture of the fabric along her labia accelerated this, and when Mike's thumbnail scratched the raw bundle of nerves that was her clitoris... 

"AAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Jennifer went rigid and gave voice to a full- throated scream of pleasure that rattled the windows, then fainted dead away.

"Whatthefuck?" Big Al, who had been lying against the headboard of his bed with Helen backed against him, using his hands to make a "living bra", holding one of Helen's mammaries in each while tweaking her nipples, sat bolt upright. The pair of them scrambled off of the bed and ran into Bobby and company on the way to Mike's room. On arrival, they found Jennifer collapsed in a confused Mike's arms. "What happened?" Al asked.

"And what's that smell?" asked Helen.

Bobby took a whiff, "Whatever it is it makes my... It's pussy juice! Hooo hooo!!!"

Helen approached the bed and bent down to look. Sure enough, the crotch of Jennifer's panties was soaked.

Mike shrugged, and tried to cover Jennifer's chest. "We were, uh, getting pretty serious, then she just blew! It was amazing! I figured I'd just tickle her, uh, - well, anyway, I barely touched it..."

Helen leaned in and checked Jennifer over, shaking her shoulder a bit, "Honey, are you all right?"

Jennifer surged up, eyes glassy, obviously not all there. "Go 'way!" She crawled into Mike's embrace and grabbed his head, lisping, "Mikey? More? Please?" She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast as she strained against him, leaning in and sucking on his neck.

Mike removed his hand from Jennifer's breast, and began speaking softly to her, stroking her side. "Shhhh Missy, settle down. Take it easy, it'll be all right."

Bobby cackled, "Well, Big Brother, I guess you're gonna catch up. Guess you don't have to worry about her being frigid!"

Jennifer finally came to herself as Bobby made his rash comments, and went straight to terminal embarrassment. "Omigod!" She scrambled up, vainly trying to get control of her clothing, and hobbled out of the room, crying.

"Bobby! I'm gonna KILL your ass!" Mike roared, and reached for his crutches. Bobby got the hell out of there, but the damage was done. Jennifer locked herself in the bathroom, crying, and wouldn't come out until Al promised to take her home, alone.

In the truck, Al looked at the still sniffling woman out of the corner of his eye, "It's not your fault, Missy! Bobby has a big mouth..."

"He was right!" she wailed, "I acted like a total slut! I can't look any of you in the eye, ever again!" Al let her off, and she hobbled to her door without looking back.

Trish Vincent was having a screaming fit, and Bruce was allowing it to happen. "What do you think you're doing young man? No money, no job, four years of college ahead of you, and it's 'Let's get married!' Duh! My God, Son what are you thinking?"

Tim had his head down, weathering the blast. He still hadn't dropped the second bomb - that the date had been set for six weeks away! "Mom, what's the difference? We love each other - this just makes it official!"

"Honey, you've only been dating for two weeks! Don't you think it's a bit soon to decide that she'll be your life partner?" Trish tried sweet reason... 

"Dad, how long did it take you?" Tim asked.

"Uh, er, um..." Bruce turned red. "I, uh, knew pretty quick..."

"That's irrelevant!" Trish snapped, trying to intervene.

Tim knew he was onto something. "Dad?"

"Um, first date?" Bruce replied sheepishly.

"And when did you ask her?" Tim pressed.

"Uh, first date. And second date. And third date. Got her on number four." Bruce grinned.

Tim laughed as Trish rolled her eyes. "You should have been there when I met her mother! Indians arrange marriages, you know!"

"What happened?" Trish asked, suddenly VERY concerned.

"We negotiated a deal where I get a 'dowry' of Dolores' college tuition and a decent interval before announcing the engagement in order to fulfill normal expectations. In return, I got her approval and a 'hands off' attitude regarding our necking and stuff. It was totally non-binding - just an exercise in making her happy. Marcus told me again tonight that I could ignore the whole thing. Frankly, I don't want to!" Tim declared.

"Have you set a date?" Trish asked, suspiciously.

"Uh, nothing firm yet," Tim prevaricated, "Dolores and her mother are looking at a calendar. Obviously, I've got things to organize, too."

"We were in a big hurry," Bruce reminisced. "I think we took a month..."

"Bruce!" Trish squealed. "Fat lot of help YOU are!"

"Worked out, too, didn't it?" Tim snickered.

"Yes, but your father had a job, and had limited time - the military doesn't do much to support marriage!" Trish responded hotly, "You don't have either the issues or the advantages. Where will you live? Here?"

"It's been suggested that we rent a garage apartment at Brown's... then at some point, Marcus will hand the money back. I'm not too sure about the idea, but it IS an attractive offer!" Tim responded.

Bruce nodded, "Sounds like Marcus," he affirmed. "He's certainly taken a shine to you!"

"Yeah. He wasn't thrilled immediately, either, but he settled down..." Tim admitted.

"Well, he got Padma from her family through the same kind of horse trading you had with her - and did it all on a two week leave, including the honeymoon! She's a nice woman, too!" Bruce affirmed.

"Well, I want to see both of those women, quick! You arrange it - tomorrow!" Trish directed. "Dolores may be the love of your life, but I want some input into whatever it is they're planning!"

"Yes, Mom," Tim rolled his eyes, which got him a swat.

"Mind your manners!" Trish reproved.

Jackie arrived home to find her mother in bed, crying bitterly. "What's the matter, Mama? Didn't things go well?"

"N-no," Jennifer sniffled, "They started out well, but then I made an absolute fool of myself!"

Jackie sighed. "What happened?"

"Mike came home from the hospital around 1:00, and I spent the afternoon with him. It was heavenly, but we were both tired and fell asleep on the couch. You woke me up when you called me."

"That doesn't sound so bad..." Jackie objected.

"No, I didn't make a fool of myself until after supper. Mike and I went back to his room to watch TV, and we started necking..."

"Yeah?" Jackie prompted.

"Honey, one of the reasons I've ridden you so hard is that, well, I, too, enjoyed sex. When I was your age, I enjoyed sex A LOT! When your father introduced me to sex, I was incredibly happy, and wanted to do it all the time! But when he dumped me, I put away sex, not just men. Sex, not men, had gotten me in trouble. I went 'cold turkey' and eventually I forgot the sensations and just how good it was..." Jennifer admitted wistfully.

"Until today?" Jackie hazarded.

"Yes." Jennifer began to sniffle. "Mike touched my breast, and I just went nuts! He was SO gentle - I was in Heaven! And then he touched my... Well, you know! And I just - went off! I must have screamed - I don't know, I passed out! Anyway, when I came to, I came back slowly - it had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm - and for a while, all I wanted to do was cuddle and have those feelings again! When I finally came to my senses, everybody was standing there, and that awful Bobby was making comments. I'd been shoving my breast in Mike's mouth and acting like a total slut!" she wailed. "Now I can never show my face there again!"

"Are you sure, Mama?" Jackie asked. "You know, most of us have done something stupid at one point or another... You should have been there the night Al met Helen..."

"No, no! I was awful! A slut! I embarrassed myself, and I embarrassed Mike! He'll never, ever want to see me again! On top of everything else, I gushed all over the place! I was soaked, and the smell! Omigod!" Jennifer wailed.

Jackie spent some time trying to comfort her mother, but made little progress. Eventually, Jennifer cried herself to sleep.

If Jennifer was inconsolable, Mike was enraged. Helen had to take Bobby home with her, because Mike threatened to remove his head from his shoulders, despite the crutches - and it took Big Al to hold him down! Bobby's normally stoic big brother was virtually foaming at the mouth, and it wasn't necessarily because he'd just missed out on an almost certainly fantastic sexual encounter. "I'm gonna kick your ass so you think about it before you open that fat mouth of yours!" Mike roared, "If Jennifer crawls back into her shell, you'll wish you had never been born!" Then he took a swipe at Bobby with a crutch that only missed because he was unfamiliar with its reach, chased him outside, and wouldn't let him return. Dina and Denise stopped laughing and started running interference, managing to interfere enough to let Bobby collect an overnight bag while Al barricaded Mike in his room and to cover his evacuation to Helen's car when a moment's inattention and a flying block got Mike back out into the hall. Helen took Bobby home after promising Mike that she would call Jennifer and check with her in the morning.

Bedtime came at the Brown's and Marcus and Padma settled in. Marcus stepped out of his shorts and slid under the covers, but Padma deliberately took her time getting ready for bed, ensuring that Marcus saw her nude before dressing in a nightie that allowed lots of access while concealing little. This had the expected salutary effect on Marcus; he reached for her as soon as she climbed into bed, capturing a breast in his big hand. Padma purred, and reached for his already half-erect cock. She worked the foreskin back and forth on the long black shaft, covering and uncovering the swollen head, producing a groan from Marcus as he reveled in the sensation. Then she mustered her courage, and shifted the range of her voice, emulating Dolores as she murmured, "Want me to suck it... Poppa?"

Marcus' eyes bulged, then closed as he surrendered himself to the fantasy. A week ago, the thought of having sex with his daughter had been utterly foreign to him - Dolores was his little girl, and she was 'way too young and not his 'type', although several of her girlfriends had been the subject of an occasional pleasant fantasy. The idea of making sexual advances towards his daughter was, well, gross. Taking advantage of Dolores in that manner was unthinkable. But Dolores' surprise announcement a few days earlier had made it clear that, far from being unwelcome, a sexual encounter with her father was something Dolores really wanted! That announcement had changed Marcus' outlook on the situation. His daughter was a fine looking young woman who WANTED to have sex with him! For him to initiate such an encounter made him a pervert, but if SHE wanted it... well, all of the predatory aspects of the situation were nullified, and he could look on it - and her - in a much more objective manner.

And desire was born.

So, presented with the fantasy, he closed his eyes and rumbled, "Yes, Sweetie - if you want to..." leaned back, and closed his eyes.

Padma knelt over Marcus' legs and began to lick his cock from base to tip, laving the whole surface in spit, then tonguing his balls. After a few moment of this, she ovalled her lips around the broad head of his now fully erect cock, peeling back what little of the foreskin still covered the flange with her lips on the downstroke.

Normally, Padma would lave Marcus' cock, take it in to a comfortable depth while lubricating it with her saliva, then deep throat it until Marcus came or pulled her off - but tonight, she was Dolores, so... She took Marcus in to a comfortable depth, but no farther, wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft, but not really working at lubrication. After a couple of dozen strokes, she deliberately allowed herself to gag, and announced, "Sorry, Poppa - I don't know how to deep throat yet - but Mama's promised to teach me! Besides, I really want to feel your cock inside of me! Fuck me, Poppa! Please?"

Padma turned around and waved her pussy in front of Marcus' nose, and he came unglued! Quickly, he lurched upright and positioned himself behind Padma's upraised ass, then pressed his huge erection into her open vagina. Fortunately, Padma, carried away by the thrill of the fantasy, was well lubricated! Padma waited until he hit bottom, then moaned, ""Oh! That's it! Fuck me, Poppa! Ride me home!"

Marcus, fully into the fantasy at this point, set up a trip-hammer rhythm - deep, long strokes that drove not only his cock into Padma's cervix, but his testicles into her clitoris at a rate of nearly twice a second! Marcus hadn't gone that wild on her in some time, and Padma was thoroughly enjoying it! Under the battering of his cock, Padma's cervix surrendered, and began to dilate, wedging the head in the opening at the end of every stroke and driving Marcus wild with the clutching sensations. The extra half inch of penetration allowed solid, crushing impacts to her clitoris every time his pubis struck her asscheeks, and within mere moments Padma became aware that a huge orgasm was on its way! Barely able to hold onto the presence of mind to continue the fantasy, she squealed, "Yes! Yes, Poppa! Poke that huge cock of yours right into my womb and shoot me full of spunk! It's okay - you can't hurt me, and you can't make me pregnant! Pound me! Pound me deep! Pound me hard!"

Marcus took his "daughter" at her word. With an inarticulate roar, he AGAIN stepped up the pace, and pushing Padma's shoulders to the mattress, proceeded to pound her even harder! The force and the alteration of their position caused Marcus' glans to actually pop through the opening of Padma's cervix, providing him with an excruciating torrent of sensation as the ring flexed around his cock head. The torrent of sensation from the impacts against her clitoris and the pleasure/pain mix of her cervical impalement caused Padma to flash to the edge just as Marcus reached his point of no return, and with a final "Oh!... Fuck!... Me!" Padma began spasming in orgasm. The first velvet clutch of her vaginal walls tipped Marcus over the top, and with a mighty "AUUUGGH!" he drove deep into Padma's open womb and began to gush torrent after torrent of semen while the ring of her cervix pulsated around the flange at the base of his glans. The pair hung frozen for several seconds in that position before Padma collapsed, falling forward and dislodging Marcus from his penetration of her uterus but leaving him fully inserted in her vaginal canal.

I was several minutes before either of them could speak coherently. Finally, Marcus raised himself and began to stroke Padma's back. "Jeezus! That was one helluva fuck! Thank you, Wife, for an incredible fantasy!" he finished, formally.

"You're welcome, Husband - it was well worth the effort!" Padma replied happily.

"It's the closest I'll get to the reality, I'm sure - but it was fuckin' great!" Marcus declared, feelingly.

"Husband, if you believe that, you may be in for a surprise!" Padma announced, rolling over to face him.

Marcus facilitated the effort by finishing the withdrawal of his shrinking member, but his attention was on Padma's comment. "Huh?"

Padma smiled, "When I last spoke to her about it, Dolores' position on the subject had not changed. She still intends to bed you at some point in the future. In fact, that is only one part of the wild plan that she announced to me!"

"Huh! Really?" Marcus was dumbfounded. "Like what?"

"I will not say, Husband, in case she changes her mind when her fiancée completes her introduction to sex. All I will say is this: She has come up with a plan that she considers fair to everyone involved, and that when she does offer herself to you, there will be a price tag attached. It will be up to you to decide whether you can pay it or not!"

"Um." Marcus absorbed this declaration for a moment, then asked, "Do you think I will pay up?"

"Yes," Padma replied, dropping her eyes, then silently, to herself, 'I hope so.'

Dolores could hardly contain her glee as she climbed down from her perch atop the washing machine in the adjoining laundry and carefully re- covered her "portal" - a portion of a cabinet back that she had worried loose the first time at age twelve that gave onto an unplastered gap in the back wall of her parent's always open closet. Many an evening she had perched there on the washer, masturbating while peering at her parent's sex play. The best times were when the washer was actually running, something Padma had a habit of causing to occur as part of her pre-bedtime ritual. The vibrations added a dimension, especially the spin cycle, and the noises covered the occasional groan. Tonight, however, was too important to sully with an inopportune noise, especially now that she had let slip that she had observed them before. Tonight, she would carry the memories back to her room and augment them with her vibrator, while celebrating the success of the next step in her plans. Her mother had done a perfect job of both confirming and augmenting her father's sexual interest in Dolores, committing herself to the conspiracy and ensuring that both she and Marcus would be ready to cooperate when the time came for her to initiate the next step. Dolores couldn't wait!



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Chapter 86: Thursday


The next morning saw quite a stir at the normal gathering of the group before school. Dolores' engagement to Tim vied for everyone's attention with Bobby's run in with his brother over Jackie's mother, although the latter was considered to be more humorous than serious. The girls were all agog over the engagement, while the guys jokingly checked Tim for fevers and other ailments, but everyone was pleased. Mandi considered hinting to Rick that doing similar might improve THEIR situation, but decided that she had better sense. Rick wasn't stupid; it would have occurred to him already, and for her to hint at such a thing would seem like she was trying to set a bear trap that she had given up the right to own. Rick rubbed her back and nibbled at her ear while they stood there, and she knew she'd been right - it HAD occurred to him. "I have a dress fitting this afternoon, Love," she murmured quietly.

"And your mother is coming to my house tonight. I hope we can pull this off!" Rick replied.

"We will, eventually, Love. We're more determined than they are!" Mandi smiled as Rick nibbled at her neck in reply.

Jackie took some heat over her mother's choice in boyfriends, but it was largely offset by the satisfaction of pointing out that Bobby's big mouth could even alienate his relatives. "One day that hole under your nose is gonna get you killed, Bobby!" she announced, to general laughter.

"Anything to avoid having you for a sister-in-law!" was Bobby's obnoxious reply.

Tim pulled Dolores aside, and murmured, "Mom's having fits! She insists that she has to talk to you and your mother! I don't know where it's going - Dad actually helped me cool her down! - but you guys have to get together..."

"Okay, I'll call Mama and she can set it up," promised Dolores. "She probably just wants to be let in on things..."

Tim frowned, "I sure hope so..."

Big Al called Jennifer under the pretense of letting her know that he had arranged for the delivery of a rental from the local Rent-a-Wreck. "You need to talk to Mike, Missy," Al advised, "He's worried about you!"

"I-I can't, Al," Jennifer wailed, "I'm too embarrassed!"

"Of having a healthy libido?" Al returned, "There's worse things, Honey. Let it go." But this was too much for Jennifer, and she shut him down, closing out the call with a hurried thanks for the rental arrangements.

Thursday morning seemed to be rife with embarrassments. When Merry got to work, Ann was unable to look her in the eye. She took it until lunchtime, then took Ann to task over the issue: "What's the matter, Ann?"

"I - um - well, I embarrassed myself pretty seriously last night, on a number of accounts," Ann replied diffidently, "First I went after your..." she glanced around, "Master, hammer and tongs, then - or maybe simultaneously - I got aroused!"

"So?" Merry replied, matter of factly. "As far as the first item goes, you were looking out for my welfare. We both recognized that, and commend you for it - you're a good friend to be concerned and to be brave enough to take action on it! As to the second..." she shrugged, "I was! I'm sure my - Robert - was, too!"

"Why?"

"Why what?" asked Merry, perplexed.

"Why were you aroused?" Ann asked.

"Well, let's see," Merry teased, smiling, "I was buck naked, relating the details of my sexual rebirth while my titties were being played with in front of an audience. Hmmmm, nope - nothing there to get excited about... What about you?"

"Um," Ann blushed. "I'm not sure. I got excited right away - you were so poised when you came to the door..."

"An act, I assure you. I was NOT prepared for you; Robert had tricked me. It was the first time I answered the door that way for someone who wasn't expecting it."

"... Then we went into the den and you started telling your tale. That was stimulating, too, but the capper was watching you un-self-consciously enjoying the feel of those big hands on your breasts."

"What was there about that that you found arousing?" Merry asked.

"I haven't been able to figure it out. Was it him? Was it the idea that he could do anything he wanted? Was it that you could just enjoy it?" Ann stopped.

Merry didn't let her off the hook. "Or was it just - me?"

Ann blushed crimson. "I don't - I never..."

"Me, neither. So what? That still could be it..." Merry replied.

Ann cleared her throat. "I, uh, like men."

"Okay. Any special type? Aggressive? Powerful? Gentle? Quiet?"

"Uh, from my history, I'd have to say commanding, self-assured, masterf..." Ann stopped as the realization hit.

"Uh huh. Now we're getting somewhere!" Merry grinned. "I don't think that's all, though. I think that there were a number of factors at work. All of which begs the question: What are you going to do about it?"

"Huh?" Ann was perplexed.

"Robert offered to help you discover what it is, and maybe enjoy it a bit. That's the first time he's ever made such an offer - you made a good impression! Would it hurt to find out? Think about it," Merry advised.

"I don't know..." Ann vacillated.

"There's no hurry. I'm sure the offer was open-ended. I know Robert thought about gentling you through the thing last night - but he didn't want to scare you, or shock you, or put you in a position where you would be uncomfortable today. Give the whole thing some thought. If you think you can deal with it, give Robert a call. I'm sure he'll put any boundaries around it you think you need..." Merry walked out, leaving Ann pondering.

Jennifer arrived at work about an hour late and very subdued. Everybody let her distraction ride until lunchtime, then the hens descended. "Honey, what's wrong? Was the accident that bad?" asked Christine Hunt, the design firm's large blonde fabric specialist.

"Well, it was scary, but, no, that's not it," Jennifer sighed.

"Give, then," Christine prompted, "You're one unhappy camper!"

"I met a man - and lost him!" Jennifer shrugged.

"In 24 hours? Men! What did he do to you?" Men were Christine's favorite targets, Jennifer reflected, grinning. Then she stopped, belatedly realizing that Christine had a lot of GIRLfriends, but... "More like, 'what did I do to him?'!"

"C'mon! What did he do? Run like a rabbit?" Christine snorted, "Drop you like a rock when your legs didn't open?"

"Oh, no!" Jennifer replied, "You don't understand! Mike rescued me from the truck!"

"And then tried to take advantage of you?" Christine guessed.

"Shut up, Christine, and let her tell it BEFORE you paint all of the men in dark colors!" Hilda Barrett, the short woman with flyaway red hair in charge of production snapped. "Poor thing can't get a word in edgewise!"

While Christine pouted, Jennifer related the events of the previous 48 hours. "I had a flat tire on 295, and while I was trying to change it, the jack tipped over and pinned me under the truck!"

"Omigosh!" another listener interjected.

"Anyway, it was rainy, and I was stuck there for a good hour, when Mike, the tow truck guy, showed up, all on his own, to see what was up. Mike was a perfect gentleman," Jennifer continued, giving Christine the eye, "I'd managed to shred my blouse and was half-naked above the waist and he gave me his jacket to wear to get warm while he got me out. Then the semi smacked the truck..."

"Jeezus!" Hilda interjected amidst the collective gasp.

Jennifer nodded, "And Mike leaped under the truck and got HIS leg pinned trying to protect me! He was so sweet - lying there with a wheel on his leg, soothing ME and telling ME that things were going to be all right!"

"Okay, so I'm missing the part where everything went wrong..." Hilda prompted.

"We both ended up at the hospital, and Mike had to stay overnight. I went in to visit him, and, well, he made me feel so cozy and protected - I went to give him a 'thank you' kiss and made a fool of myself and got up on the bed with him!" Jennifer ducked her head and blushed.

"And then he took advantage of you?" Christine prompted.

"Not at all! I was the fool pushing the limit! He just held me and made me feel warm and protected - and I was sucking it up as fast as I could get it!" Jennifer smiled. "Our relatives came in and pulled me off him, with an embarrassing reminder that hospitals were highly public places, and I went home."

"Yesterday, he came home from the hospital and I went to see him. We were in his room and started making out a little - kissing and stuff, and I got carried away. Next thing I knew, I was coming down from a screaming orgasm, and there were six people in the room trying to find out what was going on and making snide comments about my sexual response!"

"So then what happened?" Hilda asked.

"I got out of there! I was SO embarrassed! Mike was still fully dressed, and I found myself holding his head to my breast and his hand up my skirt!"

"I don't understand. How did he bring you off?" Christine wondered.

"I don't get much sex. I kind of swore off sex a long time ago. I guess I just had a lot built up. He was sucking on my titties, and he just touched me down there, and I went off!" Jennifer shrugged.

"So he showed you the door?" Hilda asked.

"No, I just ran, basically. I couldn't face him - I'd been such a total slut!"

"Honey, I have to tell you, I fail to see where he's gone! I see YOU pushing him away, probably because you scared yourself - but I don't see where you even gave him the opportunity to express an opinion, let alone dump you!" Hilda laughed.

"But I can't go back there! His little brother Bobby has a terrible mouth on him, and he knows Jackie! It'll be all over!" Jennifer wailed.

Christine sniffed, "Well, he only wanted one thing, anyway - feeling you up on the second date!"

Jennifer blushed, "Um, it didn't really happen like that... He didn't do anything I didn't send strong signals over. I've been ducking sex basically because for me, it's an addiction. It got me Jackie when I was just a kid, so I went cold turkey. Mike kind of offered an opportunity for me to fall off the wagon."

Hilda eyed Jennifer. "So, how long were you on the wagon?"

"Um, Jackie's seventeen..." Jennifer replied.

"Jeezus! And how many boyfriends have you had?" Hilda asked above the collective gasp.

"Two? Jackie's father - and Mike..." Jennifer replied.

"Honey, it's a wonder you didn't tear him in half! I would have, if I'd done without sex for seventeen years!"

Christine piped up, "You masturbate a lot, don't you, Sweetie?"

"Uh uh!" Jennifer shook her head, "I found out that if I did anything like that, it just made me want to uh, fuck, worse!"

"You poor kid! You need to get back into the ball game! Get yourself some toys and take the edge off, then do some careful looking around for a man!" Hilda advised.

"Huh! Good luck with THAT!" Christine interjected, her lip curled. "Men are pigs!"

Hilda eyed Christine. "I've seen some of YOUR girlfriends on the way out..." Turning to Jennifer, she added, "Don't count this Mike out, either. He may not view the incident the way you think he does!"

Jennifer made noncommittal noises and returned to work. She couldn't see how THAT could happen... 

Helen picked Mandi up from school to take her to her dress fitting then went to McCormick's to fix dinner. Bobby walked home, however - he was in no hurry to confront his elder brother, so he walked Dina home and stopped in for a bit. Rick was walking the floor, worrying about the upcoming family interview with Helen. "What's going on over there?" he wanted to know, "Is there anything I need to watch out for?"

Bobby shook his head, "No - biggest news is Mike and Jackie's mom - and I'm in deep shit over that. Auntie Helen's generally sweet, so I'd go with honesty. You'll be all right. She's pretty pleased with you for dragging Mandi out from under her rock." Rick nodded and fidgeted some more.

Dina stomped her foot and complained, "Watching him is making me jittery. Come on up to my room - I want to neck, and if you're good, maybe I'll let you play with my titties."

"If YOU'RE good, maybe I'll do more than that!" Bobby replied, smirking, and they retired upstairs.

But they weren't to get much opportunity to do anything, because as soon as they were upstairs, Bobby's cell phone rang. It was Mike. "Awright, Asshole - you got Jackie's number?" he demanded.

"Uh, no - but I'm with Dina..." Bobby covered the phone. "You got Jackie's number? I need it for Mike."

"Yeah, gimme a sec," Dina called it up from memory in her cell phone, and related it to Bobby, who forwarded it to Mike. "See if he's gonna let you off the hook," she advised.

"If I was you, I'd craft and deliver a real sweet apology to Jennifer!" Mike replied, "When I hear from her that she got it, maybe I'll take down the wanted poster. In the meantime STAY OUTTA MY SIGHT!" He hung up.

"Well! THAT was pretty clear!" Dina laughed.

Bobby pouted, "You don't understand, Dina - Mike's NEVER yelled at me like that! He's serious!"

"Then I guess you'd better do it..." Dina observed.

"Awwww!!!"

Robert called Merry at work to remind her that Helen was coming over that evening. "You know, we can play this low-key..."

"No, Master, I think we should be honest. We shouldn't misrepresent things," Merry replied.

"Well, I gave you an out. She'll be there around seven," Robert sighed.

"I'll be ready, Master," Merry assured him.

Jennifer arrived home to find Jackie and Terry in the den and two messages on her answering machine. The first was from Bobby: "Uh, Miz Hardesty, this is Bobby McCormick. I, uh, wanted to apologize for the embarrassment I caused you yesterday. You know, when you screamed, we though you might have been hurt - that's why we all trooped into the room. We don't generally go around watching people makin' out. Well, most of us don't - I mean I did once, and Dina has, and Denise... Rick and Mandi just ignored us, though. Anyway, I'm sorry. Please tell Mike I apologized so he'll let me back into the house, willya?"

Jackie and Terry, overhearing, burst into laughter. "What was THAT all about?" Jennifer demanded.

"Which part?" Jackie returned, "Bobby judging the sexual Olympics, or being run out of the house?"

"Um, both, I think!" Jennifer replied cautiously.

"Well, the way we got it this morning, Mike threatened to beat Bobby within an inch of his life when you ran out last night - and he was serious, too, which is not normal for Mike. Bobby spent the night at Helen's."

Terry took up the tale, "All that other noise relates to the day Rick took Mandi's cherry. They were home at Mandi's and Denise stumbled onto it. Since Mandi hadn't done much dating, it was an earth-shaking incident, so Denise called Dina - and Bobby was there. I was told that when Rick came up for air after the second pass, the three of them were giving color commentary." He grinned.

"Gawd! What did Helen say?" Jennifer asked, appalled.

"About the audience, or Mandi losing her virginity?" Terry asked.

"Mandi!"

"Well, it's convoluted, but Helen knew about it - even okayed it." Terry replied.

"What?!" Jennifer was shocked!

Terry and Jackie passed one of their signature looks, and Jackie undertook the explanation. "Like Terry said, it's convoluted. But it's kind of a legend, too, so... Mandi met Rick at the same dance where I met Terry, and, frankly, it was love at first sight. Rick won't let his heart take him anywhere that his brain can't justify, though, so things were a bit bumpy that night. For one thing, Mandi gets as wet as you do when she's excited, and Rick came up with a peculiar - smelling wet spot on his leg after a particularly hot slow dance. There's plenty of embarrassment to go around in these things." She favored her mother with a significant glance.

"Anyway, Rick believes that conventional morality is for idiots who can't think for themselves, and he likes to make up rules for the way things OUGHT to be."

"How does he reconcile that with being a white slaver?" Jennifer asked.

Terry grinned, "He hasn't yet - but that's mainly because the whole thing was Mandi's idea, not Rick's!"

"Oh!" Jennifer's eyes popped. "Funny, the ideas you could get..."

"Anyway," Jackie resumed, "Things are pretty casual at Mandi's house. It didn't used to matter, because the only one of the three of them who had males sniffing around was Denise, and she always played her games away from home. Helen would hang out in an open housecoat - probably still does! - and Mandi did about the same. At some point, Mandi mumbled something in conversation about habitually going out to get the Sunday paper virtually naked..."

"I still don't see..." Jennifer began.

"Wait - it's coming," Terry cautioned, and took up the tale, "Anyway, Rick and Mandi dated a couple of times, totally clean, getting to know each other and stuff, and Rick's world view was discussed, and so on. Saturday night came, and they moved on to the next level. They doubled with Tim and Dolores, then went back to Mandi's to neck a little, since Helen had the late shift. Mandi was wearing a more restrictive blouse than she had on the night they met, and she wanted an excuse to take it off, so she proposed some rules for their relationship to Rick..."

"It went something like this:" Jackie continued, "If Mandi let Rick touch her somewhere during a necking session, but didn't let him see it, he had to go through the usual rigmarole to touch it again next time. But if he SAW it, he could have free access to it. That let her take off her blouse and leave her bra on, and he could rub her back without a hassle."

"I think I understand... Now, he could rub her back, but could he play with her breasts?" Jennifer frowned.

"Yes," said Jackie, "but if she didn't show them to him - if it was dark, or she didn't let them out of the bra - he had to get her permission. He could rub her back with permission or without!"

"How did he have access to her back? What was she wearing at the dance?" Jennifer inquired.

"A halter," Terry grinned, "Mandi in a halter..." He shook his head.

"Hey!" Jackie squawked.

Terry held up his hands. "Hey, I'm not a breast man, and I love you just the way you are - but some things demand respect..."

"Um, okay - but I'm still lost! Where does this lead to Helen actually approving his deflowering her daughter in her own bed?" Jennifer asked, bewildered.

"Rick told Mandi that her rules probably weren't well thought out, but Mandi stuck to her guns. As he left, he remembered the loophole - he knew of a time when he could catch Mandi essentially naked!" Terry grinned. "Sunday morning, he was sitting on the porch with the newspaper on his lap when Mandi walked out to get it, wearing an open robe. At that point, he had full visual access to everything from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. By her own rules, she was lost!"

"So? Wasn't that cheating?" Jennifer asked.

"Absolutely not! Rick even warned her that he thought she was forgetting something! Besides, she'd have lost him then and there if she had gone back on her word! Don't women have ANY compunction about not keeping their word?" Terry asked, scandalized.

Jackie blinked. "You're right! If she had reneged, they might have made it through the morning, but eventually Rick would have had to say goodbye - he can't deal with that!"

Terry looked at Jackie owlishly, "What about you?"

"I," Jackie started, then shook her head, "promise nothing - but I don't intend to ever mislead you. If I stick my foot in it, I'll try to live with the consequences."

"Okay, so he saw her naked. So?" Jennifer pushed them back on track.

"Don't be dense, Mom!" Jackie chided. "If he could see it, he could touch it, whenever he wanted - those were the rules! How long would YOU last if Mike got his hands on your..."

"Okay, so he had her between a rock and a hard place. Why didn't Helen stop it?" Jennifer wondered.

"Three reasons:" Jackie replied, "First, because she and Mandi had discussed the rules only moments before, and Helen had told Mandi that if she wanted to be bound by them, she wouldn't stop it. Second, because Rick actually gave her the option of putting a stop to it, proving that he was a decent guy. And, finally, because Mandi didn't want her to!"

"I don't know if I could have done that!" Jennifer declared.

"Really?" Jackie smirked, "What about yesterday morning? The only thing keeping me a virgin is the fact that Terry is a perfect gentleman!" She leaned over and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek.

"Okay, I get it - if you're gonna, you're gonna..." Jennifer grumbled.

"Exactly," Jackie announced with some satisfaction. "Helen decided that if they were going to do it - and they were! - they should be comfortable and not ruin it by trying to do it in a car or something!"

Jennifer nodded. "Okay, you're right. It took a while to get here, but now I understand." She reached out and restarted the answering machine.

"Missy?" came Mike's familiar voice, "Are you okay? Look, about last night: I'm really pissed at Bobby and he'd better apologize to you, but I don't think anyone meant any harm. I know it was a little bit embarrassing, but I wouldn't get too upset about it. So, uh, when can I see you again? Call me!"

Jennifer started to cry. Terry blinked. "What's wrong?"

"I CAN'T see him again! I can't seem to control myself around him, and I've embarrassed myself in front of his whole family! I can NEVER go back!" Jennifer wailed.

Terry and Jackie passed a look. Jackie shrugged. Terry advised, "Look, Miz Hardesty - Mike called you; he's not upset! He very clearly wants to see you again!"

"He can't have ANY respect for me! He probably thinks I'm a slut!" Jennifer continued to wail.

Terry thought about it. "Look, I'm male - I recommend you listen to the male viewpoint. You guys apparently hung out for quite a while, just being comfortable and necking, so it's not like you just dropped your panties or something... He probably feels that your arousal stems from how you feel about him..."

"It does!"

"Well, that's a big thing with a guy! Guys spend their entire dating career trying to get a girl to get so wrapped up in them that she lets her hair down! By his lights, things went very well last night, probably 'way beyond expectation - right up to the point where you got embarrassed and left!" Terry admonished.

"But - the crowd!" Jennifer blubbered.

"The crowd was unfortunate," Terry replied, "but it was THEIR fault for being there, and Mike could probably care less about what they think. Besides, let's look at the list: There was Bobby, who, frankly, doesn't count. Aside from his comments, he's male, and if I know him, he's looking on his brother with a certain amount of admiration right now. Dina? Even at her age, she's probably more experienced than you are! She's 15 going on 40! She won't think any less of you because of last night! Denise? Denise tried to give every boy in the senior class a blowjob on a bet - and was well on her way to succeeding, when Mandi showed her the joys of having ONE boyfriend! Helen? I guarantee to you that Helen knows ALL ABOUT sexual frustration, and that her only concern in being there was your welfare, right Jackie?"

"Uh huh!" Jackie agreed, "Helen went YEARS without sex, Mom, and was going quietly nuts until she met Big Al. The two of them just clicked, and he lugged her upstairs twenty minutes after he met her and had her screaming and creaming. We know - we were there!"

"Well, what about Big Al?" Jennifer whined, "HE can't think much of me!"

Terry shook his head. "Big Al is male. If he sees you come unglued, it's because his son is doing an EXCELLENT job of making you happy! If you're easy to arouse, then Mike is a lucky dog - and that's as far as it goes. It's not YOUR fault - as far as Al knows, Mike was working hard to get you there and succeeded!"

"But I acted like a slut!" Jennifer shrilled.

Terry was unperturbed. "Let's work on definitions, here. What do you think a slut is?"

"Well, a whore. A 'loose woman'!" Jennifer replied, puzzled.

Terry smiled. "And here we have defined our problem," he announced, turning pedantic. "A slut is a woman who enjoys sex a lot. Now, while this might imply that she's easy to convince to have sex, it's not necessarily a bad thing to be a slut - from the male viewpoint. I'm thinking that females look down on sluts for their malleability and lack of self-control, but males don't have that viewpoint. A whore, on the other hand, may or may not be a slut. What a whore IS is someone who isn't too particular about their sexual partners, at best - and who uses sex to get other things that they want, at worst. A whore may not enjoy sex, particularly - she just uses it as a tool to get whatever it is - money? Protection? A husband? - that they want."

"Being a slut, therefore, is not a bad thing, from the male's viewpoint - especially if you ARE choosy and HE is the person you've chosen to be a slut with! That's more like the male definition of Heaven!"

"Whores, on the other hand, are another matter." Terry's face darkened. "A great many married women - including my mother! - are whores, using sex to manipulate their husbands to get their way. A woman who is free with sex until she's married, and then stops providing it is the worst kind of whore - she misrepresents herself and cheats the man she tricks into a sexless marriage!" Terry caught himself. "Sorry," he apologized, "you accidentally hit a hot button."

"Virtually all males are sluts," Terry continued, grinning, "It's in our software. Similarly, there are a large number of male whores, although most of them are the innocuous 'not too particular' type. Unfortunately, there are male predators, too, who dangle the false expectation of a real relationship as a lure for the innocent. The perfect answer is to put a male whore and a female one together and let them screw each other, but they seem to be able to detect each other, so it seldom happens. I, uh, understand that you've met one."

Jennifer sniffled, "I'm not so sure, any more," she murmured, "I wonder if he wasn't just as innocent as I was, and just couldn't deal with it."

"Okay," said Terry, "The point is, nobody is going to hold yesterday against you - especially Mike!"

"I wish I could believe that..." Jennifer replied.

Helen picked up Mandi from the fitting and went to Al's to prepare dinner for the McCormick clan, which was already beginning to feel spoiled by the attention, since none of them displayed any particular skill at cooking. After dinner, Helen reminded a disappointed Al of her appointment. "You know, Bobby's dating Dina," she reminded Al, "You might think of putting in an appearance, too, and see what goes on there."

Al frowned, and glanced at Bobby, who knew instant fear. "Hmmm, might be a good idea. My exposure to Dina has been limited, but she's a wild one."

"In that case, can I go along, too?" Bobby asked, with a significant look in Mike's direction. Mike returned said glance narrowly.

Al caught the byplay and crushed the reflexive negative answer. "All right, but this is an adult thing. You and Dina can wander off somewhere and stay out of trouble while we handle the main event!"

The foursome got up to leave, and Al took Helen aside to drop the other shoe. "Uh, think we could hang out at your place, after?" he pled.

"Why, you sneak! You'll do just about anything to be with me, won't you?" Helen laughed.

"You're just now catching on?" replied Al, in a voice notably lacking in apology, "If any course of action leads to me waking up the next morning in bed next to you, I'll at least seriously consider it! I'm addicted!"

"Careful!" Helen joked, "You know where THAT leads!"

"Yeah," Al replied with a level glance, "I know EXACTLY where that leads. Do you?"

Helen gulped and looked away. Was he saying what she THOUGHT he was saying? Almost certainly not... After a moment, she changed the subject, "Uh, well, I guess you and Bobby should collect a couple of things, then..." and staggered off to the living room to wait.

Mandi eyed her as she seated herself. "You look shaky, Momma - anything wrong?"

"Al keeps making these broad hints..." Helen husked, fidgeting.

"Those aren't hints, Momma," Mandi replied, unperturbed. "The only person around here who doesn't see where this is going is you!"

"Al's attraction to me is purely physical. He'll get tired of me over time, and look somewhere else..." Helen predicted.

"Yeah, and I've got four tits, too!" Mandi chided. "Wake up and smell the coffee! He's ALL into you! You're a perfect couple! Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"

"Oh, I'm enjoying it all right!" Helen exclaimed fondly, "I'm just not ready to relax yet."

"Well, I think you two ought to at least settle on one house, if you're going to sleep together every night..." Mandi opined.

"Don't think I don't know where THAT'S going, young lady!" Helen replied tartly. Mandi had the grace to blush.

"Girl's got a point!" Al rumbled with a wink at Mandi, causing Helen to jump in surprise, "We're spending a lot of time trying to figure out who's packing their overnight bag every night!"

"Oh, and do you have a recommendation, then?" Helen replied archly.

"Well, my place is a little bigger - even if it IS ramshackle..." Al replied blandly.

"Can we table this for now?" Helen asked, her exasperated glance crossing with that of her grinning eldest daughter.

"Sure," Al replied, "For now..."



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Chapter 87: Wedding plans?


"What's the problem?" Dolores inquired. "We're going to marry anyway - what's so important about the timing? Every day we put it off is another night I spend without Tim!"

They were in Trish's kitchen, Padma and Trish seated at the table while Dolores paced. Tim had been 'encouraged' to be elsewhere while the women got down to 'girl talk'... 

"I might ask you the same thing, Dear," Trish replied, "What's the big rush? Surely if this is purely that you want to be together..."

"No," Dolores announced, "there are other issues." Padma started - surely Dolores didn't expect Trish to buy into her wild plan! "We have a limited amount of time," Dolores mused, wondering to herself, 'How do I present this?' "If it was just me, I could probably wait - I wouldn't like it, but I could wait. But Mama..."

Trish swung around to the other woman. "Padma! Are you ill?"

Dolores' eyes widened. She spun, and from her position behind Trish, she made gathering motions with her arms, nodding wildly. Padma stared at her daughter in confusion for a moment, then understanding dawned. "I... have a condition..." she announced hesitantly.

"Oh, no! How bad is it? How long do you have?" Trish was all motherly concern.

"It doesn't hurt or anything," Padma temporized, "At least, not much... But it's unclear when things will change..."

Dolores was having a hard time containing laughter. Well, menstruation was a 'condition', wasn't it?

"I had no idea!" announced Trish, "This puts a different spin on things! I'm sure we can manage to deal with any other issues that come up! Uh, just how quickly were you two looking at?"

"Well," Dolores declared, "We're gambling somewhat with the timeframes, since we just don't know, so we were looking at the short term - say about six weeks. But if that's too soon..."

"Wow!" Trish exclaimed, "That's awful short notice for a big wedding! I don't know..."

"But I don't WANT a big wedding!" Dolores wailed, "I just want a few friends, and the families - nothing outrageous! Certainly not one of those awful costly things you hear about! We have to worry about college tuition! I'd much rather we were in fall classes than having some idiot in tight pants spread flower petals for me to walk on!"

"That's entirely sensible, Dear - but it IS your day! Let's make it nice!"

"Well, if you think it's too short notice - we were just trying to make sure that things don't get too advanced, before... Mama? Do you have any track record for this? Other family members?"

Padma caught Trish's questioning look. "Several members of my family have had it..." she amplified, while thinking 'and more will... ' "I don't think it's ever showed up before the early forties, Daughter - we have a little time..."

Trish shook her head. "Well, maybe it's best that we don't tempt the fates, here. Still, another couple of weeks might make all the difference!"

"Hmmmm. First of July, maybe? What do you think, Mama?" Dolores asked.

"I think that would be fine," Padma agreed.

"Say, uh, listen," Trish asked conspiratorially, "This condition - Dolores doesn't... ?"

"No one in Marcus' family has it," Padma assured Trish, "It's a problem unique to my side of the family. With Dolores' mixed heritage..."

Dolores blinked at this finely crafted bit of misdirection. Her grandmother on her father's side had died in an auto accident two years before, and Marcus was an only child - therefore there were no females left in Marcus's family, menstruating or otherwise. Still, the fact that Padma had stopped before completing the sentence, allowing Trish to draw her own conclusions... 

Trish, relieved, moved on to other things. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to make it into a flea circus, Dear, - but we can still make it memorable. Have you thought about where you might have the reception? What about the guest list? Obviously, there will be a LOT of young people there..."

"What about the VFW? Your husband and Marcus are both members..." Padma suggested.

"I'll call," Trish volunteered.

An hour later, Bruce found his eldest son on the porch. "What's up?"

"They're scaring me to death in there," Tim replied, "Talking about food for the reception, now, I think..."

"Hmph. Sounds like your mother settled down!" Bruce observed.

"Yeah. I'd give a lot to know how they managed THAT!" Tim replied.

"Magic?" Bruce, too, was somewhat bemused.

"Bruce? Is that you?" wafted Trish's voice from the kitchen.

"Yeah..." Bruce knew that tone.

The follow-on surprised him, however. "Why don't you take Tim to dinner at the VFW, Dear. We're going to be a while."

The males' befuddled looks deepened when Padma's voice added, "Perhaps you would invite Marcus? He's unlikely to say no, and it will simplify things at our house..."

Bruce shrugged, "I'll get on the phone!"

Then the other shoe dropped. "Dear, while you're there, find out if the hall is available the first of July, won't you?" Trish asked sweetly.

Bruce clapped his hand to his forehead as Tim chuckled, murmuring, "That was slick, wasn't it?"

"What're YOU laughing at? They just announced the end of your bachelorhood!" Bruce pointed out.

Tim shrugged, "So who wants to be a bachelor?"

Bruce shook his head. "You're in for a tough time, Son - that pair is sneakier than Trish, and the three of them together..." He shuddered. "Let's go collect Marcus and have a drink."



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Chapter 88: The confrontation over housing


Merry was the epitome of poise and grace as she admitted the group at Nellis', even though she was nude. "Helen, Dear, how nice to see you! And, from the company you keep and your resemblance to Bobby, I suspect that you are Big Al McCormick! Won't you come in?" she asked, stepping back to let everyone through the door.

"Mmm, yes," Helen watched Al out of the corner of his eye as he took in Merry's surprising lack of wardrobe, but he recovered quickly, offering his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Merry nodded and greeted the younger pair, neither of which bothered to blink at her display. "Hello, Mandi, hello Bobby. Dina's upstairs, Bobby - I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. Try to keep her out of trouble, will you?"

Helen laughed, "That's like asking the wolf to guard the henhouse!" she exclaimed.

"Not necessarily," replied Merry, smiling, "Dina's no simple hen!" Turning to Mandi, she continued, "Rick's wearing a hole in the kitchen floor, pacing. See what you can do with him, won't you, Dear?"

"Sure, Mum," Mandi replied, provoking raised eyebrows from her mother and the elder McCormick, "but I don't know how much I'll be able to accomplish - I'm just as bad off!"

Merry smiled fondly, and turned to Helen as Mandi swept out, "Such a sweet girl! You have done very well with her! I wish I could say the same about Dina. She isn't bad, exactly - but she's incredibly strong willed, and keeping her reined in is a trial. Could I offer you refreshments? Beer, wine? We have a limited selection of other spirits..." she added as she led them toward the den.

Al glanced at Helen, still somewhat unnerved by Merry's poise, "A beer might be nice."

Helen responded to Merry's sally, "Well, I have Denise to keep my head from swelling. Up until VERY recently, she had Dina outrun, despite the fact that they are best friends. The jury's still out, but I think that maybe the combination of her sister's example and her new boyfriend may put her REALLY wild period to bed. Um, wine?"

"White, or red?" Merry asked.

"White."

"Master, may I present Helen Giannelli and Al McCormick?" Merry made the introductions, to Robert, who had risen on their den entry. "My Master, Robert Nellis."

"Good evening. Merry, I, too, will have white." Robert announced.

"Merry?" Helen blinked. "I thought..."

Merry smiled gently, "My given name is Marilyn, but my Master has chosen to bestow Merry upon me as a slave name. Please feel free to use it when you are among others who know of my status - it saves me a certain amount of confusion." She swayed out.

Al, being a male human in relatively functional condition, noticed, and Helen noticed the notice - but he didn't make a fool of himself, and returned his attention to Robert almost immediately. "You have a somewhat different living arrangement, here," he observed.

"Yes, well, we're still breaking it in," Robert replied, "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

"Oh?" Al replied, and Helen, too, focused her attention on Robert, "Then you haven't been doing this long? Merry seems very comfortable with her position. I assumed that it had been going on for a while..."

"Actually," Robert replied, "it's only been a week or two - we're still just settling in. Merry is just naturally gifted at the slave arts."

"Really? It's been that short a time?" Helen asked, fascinated.

Robert grinned, and deftly put a torpedo in the water, "Yes, actually, it was Mandi that provided the impetus."

"Sorry?" Helen blinked, confused.

"Well, the whole thing started 'that weekend'..." Robert continued.

"What weekend?" Al asked, totally mystified.

"The weekend that Rick made a woman of me, taking my virginity, as well as my heart!" Mandi replied, following Merry in - nude - carrying a wine glass that she handed her mother, then went to sit on the couch in front of Rick, who had entered quietly behind them. Merry provided a bemused Al with his beer, then knelt and presented Robert with a large glass of white wine, which he took while caressing her cheek.

Helen was aghast! "Mandi! What..."

"Merry is first among slaves here, Momma, but I AM a slave, and you know it! If Merry goes nude, then I go nude..." Mandi cut off the bluster.

"Do ALL the women in this house go nude?" Al asked.

Robert shook his head, "Only the slaves. Dina is a free woman - frankly I cannot envision her as a slave - and does as she pleases in this area. I didn't direct Mandi to do this, although I DO approve; I believe that Rick directed it, but that Mandi agrees with the theory behind it." Mandi nodded.

Robert looked around, gathering everyone's eyes. "Obviously, we're pulling no punches, here. I offered to allow Merry clothing this evening, but she demurred, feeling it would be misrepresentation. Mandi did what she did without any direction from either Rick or myself. This is the way it is around here, normally, since the change. I can explain it, but I won't apologize for it."

"It's not a whole lot different from the way we dress at home, Momma - open housecoats are more of a frame than a cover..." Mandi interjected.

"Dear, what I do is for comfort. This is - something else..."Helen responded.

"What this is is making my master happy! He enjoys seeing me nude! I'm not on the street..." Mandi erupted.

"I started it," Robert interposed himself between mother and daughter, "for just the reason Mandi indicated: I enjoy seeing Merry nude. There is also a certain component of humiliation that reminds Merry of her status, something that isn't necessary to Mandi and Rick, as I understand it. I repeat that Mandi does NOT do this at my direction - and she need not, for me..."

Rick sighed, and entered the fray, "But she MUST for me. She is my slave. My mother is a slave, but she is FIRST in this house! MY slave will NOT hold herself above Merry!"

Mandi gave vent to her anger. "This uproar over nudity is crap, anyway! It has NO BEARING over whether I live here or not, because I AM GOING TO DO IT ANY TIME I AM HERE, ANYWAY!"

Helen eyed her daughter and said mildly, "I could forbid..."

"Mother, you are NOT that stupid. How quickly do you want to see me married? Next week? If you attempt to separate me from Rick, there will be Hell to pay!"

Everyone in the room blinked. Helen looked as if she had been slapped. Quiet Mandi had suddenly grown a long set of fangs! Rick gave voice to the collective thought, "Where in the Hell did that come from? Apologize to your mother - we don't need an armed conflict, here..."

"I'm sorry, Momma. But you need to know that threats like that endanger OUR relationship, both because I will NOT bend to them and because I will think less of you for trying." Mandi didn't back up far.

Al felt he should interject something here, "Helen, your daughter just crashed through one of the last barriers on the way to adulthood. Step back and look at it, and don't take it personally."

Helen took a breath and grinned ruefully, "It WAS a pretty stupid thing to say, wasn't it? I'm sorry, Dear - consider the comment withdrawn."

Mandi's eyes got wet, and she began to shake, backing into Rick's embrace. "Me, too, Momma. Let's try not to have to do that again!"

Al dropped the icebreaker: "You can run around nekkid for me... I'll try to bear up..."

"Shut up, Al, or you won't have to worry about it!" Helen cut him off, but her good-natured tone belied the words, and Al got a chuckle as he pretended to zip his lips closed. Helen turned to Merry and continued, "You were going to tell us about how you came to be in this relationship?"

Robert took up the tale, "When Rick came home that day, we undertook to caution him about safe sex and such, only to discover that we were pretty inept. Merry, in particular, had been out of the business of being a provider for quite some time."

Merry had taken her regular position, kneeling on a pillow before Robert's chair. She looked up at Robert, got the nod, and continued, "In the free-for-all that followed, I discovered that my mother had been giving Dina better advice that she ever did for me! In the process, a couple of items of information about my personality were revealed that had previously been secrets: I'm not very good at defining my own behavioral standards. Robert knew this instinctively - after all, I'd been screwing up for years - but what he DIDN'T know was that I really wanted him to define - and enforce - those standards!"

"I don't think I understand," murmured Helen, fascinated.

"Okay, let's try it like this: You're experienced with Rick. You know that when he hears some rule of morality, he evaluates it and either applies it, modifies it, or tosses it as bullshit. Well, I don't. I can't seem to make sense of such things - they're too complicated. So I wander all over the map, or settle for the least common denominator in an effort to win everyone's approval. I couldn't define rules for my behavior, even in terms of what others thought. For sexual mores, I settled on the most restrictive Mrs. Grundy-type rules you ever heard, because I figured I was the safest with the most people that way. In other ways, I tried to live up to the thoroughly modern stereotype of the self-reliant career woman. And I hated it, and I hated ME because I had to spend all of my time living up to other people's standards!"

Robert took over, "I don't want to bore you with amateur psychology. The thing is, Merry wants to be given tough rules and then held to them. She equates this structure with love - if I love her, I'll keep her in line. Her current moral code is simple - if I want something from her, doing it is right, and not doing it is wrong, and will get her punished!"

Helen was unconvinced. "And you put up with this?"

"Yes!" Merry declaimed, eyes dancing, "I asked for it! It makes me incredibly happy! I don't ever have to wonder what anybody thinks about me - my master is responsible for everything I say or do!"

"I was reluctant," Robert related, "I don't consider myself to be the dictatorial type. But once we got started, Merry kept voluntarily placing herself under the whip!"

"Do you beat her?" Helen asked.

"I have," Robert replied, "Not often. Humiliation works as a punishment, and I try to be inventive. But it was necessary at one point to establish control and respect." Merry nodded, wide-eyed.

Al spoke up, "What does this mean for Mandi?"

Robert shook his head, "Little or nothing. Mandi's slavery is an altogether different thing than Merry's - it's an expression of her love for Rick. From what I can tell, she doesn't require correction, and Rick has neither need nor interest in correcting her - she's bound only by her promise to Rick."

"Sometimes, I wish he would," Mandi pouted. Rick bit her on the neck.

"And you?" Helen asked.

"Me?" Robert replied, "I don't enter into it - she's Rick's. Mandi, why don't you provide your definition of our relationship?"

Mandi nodded. "Rick's father is deserving of the respect and obedience due any adult, modified by the fact that Rick must answer to him - but without any privileges of ownership."

"Meaning... ?" Al asked.

"No sex - without Rick's expressed permission." Mandi amplified.

"Why couldn't you have just left it at 'no sex'?" Helen wondered aloud.

"Because I would have misled you by omitting the possibility," Mandi replied. "I'm a slave. I obey my master. Such things are possible, and to gloss over them is to lie!" She grimaced, "There are days when I think about asking Rick to arrange it, just to put it behind us! Everybody's so concerned over such silliness!"

Helen looked at Robert, who shrugged, stating, "Anything I said at this juncture wouldn't be worth two cents."

"Okay, so what's your position on this living together thing?" Helen asked.

"Robert shrugged, "Initially, I was against it. I asked Merry, and initially, she was against it. But the fact is, they REALLY want to be together. Mandi is a sweet girl, who goes out of her way to be a help to Merry... She's a joy to have around! Ultimately, I don't have any serious issues with it. Neither does Merry. As to the environment, well, she wants to be a slave. It's got to be easier where there's another!"

"And concerns that she might be taken advantage of?" Helen prompted.

"... Are as real as they would be anywhere else, but no more so!" Robert replied. "There are times when I echo Mandi's sentiment - let's just do it and get it behind us; the potential drives people nuts! Look, you're both welcome here any time - please arrive unannounced! The worst that can happen is that you'll find two or more of us having sex!"

"That's it, Pop! Kick 'em in the shins!" Dina declaimed from the doorway, where she was leaning back against Bobby, whose hands appeared only as oddly shaped lumps covering her breasts under her blouse. "Auntie! C'mon! Don't you feel a little foolish, going this far? After all, I can't remember being at your house lately when SOMETHING interesting didn't happen..." Blackmail hung in the air.

Rick intervened, "Once again, we're wasting time with the fascinating, but irrelevant. Pop is no more likely to put the moves on Mandi than Dina is to put them on Mr. McCormick..."

Dina immediately began to vamp. "Hey there, Big Boy," she purred, "Why don't you come up and... see me, sometime..." batting her eyes at Al.

"... Or maybe less!" Rick chuckled. "Hey, I've got an idea! We'll swap Mandi for Dina! You guys will be so busy worrying what THAT pair" he waved at Bobby and Dina "is doing and where, that little things like Pop molesting Mandi will fall by the wayside!" There was a general chuckle.

"Well, maybe you're right," Helen replied, shrugging. To her credit, she totally ignored Dina's implied threat to reveal recent goings on at her place, evaluating the question on it's own merits. "What are we going to do about schooling? Does she need to pay anything?"

"Huh? Well, school has yet to be resolved for anyone, beyond high school," Robert replied. "That will need considerable work, in any case. As for rent - no, I think not. You might want to keep her in pocket money, though."

Helen mused, "Well, I'm not sure yet, but you're right - we've been getting bogged down in all of the interesting side issues, instead of looking at the idea based on it's own merits." She looked at her daughter and boyfriend and murmured, "Give me a couple of days." Addressing Robert and Merry, she continued, "As long as you two don't seem to mind, though, I find that I'm still fascinated by those side issues. Can we talk about them some more?"

Robert shrugged, "Sure. Anyone need anything? More wine? Another beer?"

Al nodded, and Merry leaped up - but Mandi forestalled her. "I've got it, Mum - you're the subject of the conversation." She swept out.



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Chapter 89: The Perils of Merry


Al took up the conversational thread, addressing Merry. "Okay, so what's so good about slavery?"

Merry glanced up a Robert, who murmured, "Well? Speak to the man..."

Merry smiled. "Well, sex for one thing. I am really hung up. I bought into the idea that sex was only good for procreation, hook, line, and sinker. We had one position - and I didn't do THAT well! I'd managed to make things so difficult that I couldn't orgasm, and Robert couldn't enjoy his!"

"Can I?" asked Dina.

"You're still here?" asked Robert, in a tone that implied that she should be elsewhere.

Dina ignored him. "I have a unique perspective on this piece," she insisted.

"Very well," Robert sighed, "You won't listen to ME, anyway..." Idly, he dipped his finger into his wine, and drizzled it into Merry's open mouth. Merry sucked in the finger and worked it over. Helen was so fascinated that she almost missed the start of Dina's tale.

"Mum made a fool of herself the minute we started discussing HER sex life - she announced that she and Pop were beyond sex! Then she announced that her attitudes had been transmitted to her by Gram - something that directly contradicted MY experience! I got Gram on the phone, and eventually it came out that she HAD passed on that drivel, but had expected Mum to learn better - apparently, that's the way they handled things in those days! No wonder we're all screwed up! Anyway, Gram told me that due to Mum's peculiar makeup, she was probably curious as Hell, but unable to initiate anything because it might make her look bad - but if we put her in a position where she HAD to cooperate, she could feel free to enjoy it while laying off the blame on someone else! Gram also told me to tell Pop to step up to the plate and rule the roost, at least in the bedroom, and things would improve markedly. Grampa was apparently a tough act, and Mum was conditioned to react well to it."

"To make a long story short, I tricked Mum into going upstairs with me for a massage, then tied her to the bed, and handed her off to Pop. And the rest is history!" Dina grinned.

"So, you raped her?" Helen asked, scandalized.

"I'd have never thought to do it on my own - I had to make the leap of faith that Marilyn's mother was steering me in the right direction," Robert replied, "It was the scariest thing I've ever done! If it had failed, I'd be in divorce court - or in jail! - but in fact, it exceeded everyone's expectations!"

Merry disengaged from her fourth fingerful of wine and purred, "He introduced me to oral sex - and it was incredible! Part of it was that it was new and different, and a LOT better than anything we'd ever done before, but it was also that I was totally helpless, and he was VERY much in control! This was a different Robert - one I'd never met! He was gentle, but totally implacable, and I just loved it!"

"For my part," Robert remarked, "I scared myself to death! There was about a second when I didn't know what to do, but then I slipped into the role like I'd been doing it my whole life!"

"So now you tie her up to have sex?" Al asked, mystified.

"Not always," Robert replied, "Usually, it's enough that she merely submits and does as she's told. Since she's no longer allowed to argue with me, there's no serious requirement to bind her. I do, though, periodically, because she likes it."

"Okay, but you weren't a slave at that point, were you?" Helen asked.

"No, but I was on my way. Two days later, I brought HIM the handcuffs!" Merry exclaimed. "Since that was too much like taking the dominant part, he brought me the realization of my status at that point by leaving a few hand prints on my butt, then proceeded to use me for anal sex! And THAT was good, too, so two days later, I was back!"

Mandi swept in and gave Al his beer, murmuring, "I was there for that! He made her go away and come back naked, then cuffed her and tortured her with a vibrator. It was so intense..." Suddenly, she shut up.

Helen arched a brow. "Well?" Robert and Merry looked amused, and Rick embarrassed.

"C'mon, Mandi, the cat's out of the bag. Finish it!" Dina smirked.

Mandi couldn't meet her mother's eye. "Rick did it to me, too - and when we were so far gone we couldn't stand it anymore, they took us - right here in the den!"

"So they've seen you having sex..." Helen mused.

"... And I've seen them!" Mandi admitted.

"So much for the big worries over sex!" Al laughed.

"Well, I saw the four of them, and it was HOT!" Dina announced. Her smile grew feral. "But then, I've seen you two," she waved at Helen and Al, "And you and you..." pointing at Helen and Bobby.

Merry's surprised "What?" blended with Rick's roar of "Dina!"

"I'm just leveling the playing field!" Dina exclaimed, "Auntie Helen doesn't hold the high ground, here!"

Helen smiled ruefully, remembering a certain night on a staircase. "Dina is quite correct," she admitted, "Thanks for the reminder, Dear."

"Um, Helen?" Merry asked, furtively, "Can I hear a little more about..." She waggled a finger between Helen and Bobby.

Rick sighed, "That's MY fault! When it became apparent that Dina was going to get serious with Bobby, I decided I didn't want him to go into it a virgin, and maybe screw Dina up. I coerced Helen into providing him with a little experience..."

Helen blushed. "It didn't take much effort," she admitted, "I hadn't had any sex in three years and was going out of my mind!"

Robert spoke up. "Well it was kind of you" indicating Helen, "and thoughtful of YOU, Son. I'm proud of you!"

"Thanks, Pop!" Rick blushed.

"Well, I can't complain!" Al announced, "It provided me with the opening that got Helen into bed with ME the first time!" Several members of the younger generation in the room laughed. "Okay, okay - back to the main event! All of this seems like its just short periods - but now it looks like all the time. What's up with that?"

"You're right - we were working under a rule that said that I could initiate a session, but only Robert could end it," Merry replied. "I was already 'Merry' at that point, any time we were in the roles."

"Anyway, a couple of days later, we had 'regular' sex like a normal couple - and I made a total botch of it because I'm stupid and thoughtless, and selfish..." Merry continued.

"Wow! Kind of hard on yourself, aren't you?" Helen asked.

"I don't think so. I screwed it up, and didn't even know how or why! It took Mandi and Dina critiquing my performance to make me understand I'd screwed up!" Merry declared.

"Ignorance had a lot to do with it," Dina interjected. "Mum probably wouldn't make most of those mistakes even today, but it appears to be a dead issue."

"That night, I thought long and hard about things - and the next morning, I knelt down at the breakfast table and submitted - permanently!" Merry related, "Those four," she waved at Rick, Mandi, Bobby, and Dina, "were all there! Robert was reluctant, but he became my Master."

"You were reluctant?" Al asked, incredulous.

"I was afraid of what it might turn me into," Robert related diffidently.

"And everything's been wonderful ever since?" Helen asked.

"Oh, by no means!" Merry replied, "It wasn't six hours before I discovered I apparently wasn't serious enough and almost destroyed our lives! Fortunately, my Master wasn't about to put up with any foolishness from his slave!" Merry's face became a mask of anguish as she remembered. "He beat me. Twenty strokes. In public!"

Helen's eyes were as big as saucers, but she said nothing. Robert frowned a moment, then looked at Rick. "That reminds me... Would you bring me my laptop case?"

Rick nodded and left. "Why?" Al wanted to know.

"I had the event documented to provide Merry with a reminder, and thus possibly avoid one or more repetitions." Robert accepted his laptop from Rick and proceeded to boot it, while attaching a card reader. "I've never looked at the pictures. Rick?"

Rick, understanding the requirement without having it described, turned on the TV and brought a cable from behind it which Robert attached to the laptop. Robert continued, "Merry started acting up almost immediately - attempted manipulation, backtalk, evasions, lackluster compliance. It soon became evident that an object lesson was required to make her fully appreciate her position. You see, it's not enough to PRETEND to be a slave - since her submission she IS a slave, and that thought hadn't really penetrated. We went to the Sex Shoppe to pick up a few things, and under pressure, she got worse and worse. Finally, I decided that immediate action was required." The TV screen lit with a picture of Merry kneeling, nude, with Robert's thumb in her mouth.

"What's THAT all about?" Al asked.

"The thumb?" Robert asked. At Al's nod, he replied, "Merry had just balked totally at following an instruction. Basically, I'd just slapped her, and was in the process of informing her that she was going to be beaten, or we were going to be divorced. The thumb was a little something that occurred to me; it had two purposes: keep her from talking and saying anything that we would both regret, and to provide her enough comfort to keep her from coming to pieces when she realized the enormity of the fix she was in."

"It worked, too!" Merry declared, "If I hadn't been sucking on that thumb while I was being chained up, I shudder to think what kind of stupid things I'd have said and done! God knows where I'd be now - because we'd have been done for!"

The picture changed, and cycled through several shots of Merry, wearing a gag and chained to some bars, taken at different angles. Helen, torn between fascination and horror, asked, "Why do you say that?"

Merry responded, "That very morning, I'd agreed - in writing, in front of witnesses - that if I failed as a slave, there was no going back! Our relationship as changed forever, and there was no possibility of returning to the old status quo. If you think about it, it's obvious - if he let me go back to my old ways, I'd have no respect for him at all!"

The next picture appeared, in which Merry was galvanized in agony as Robert finished swinging a paddle. Helen gasped, "Omigod!" The next picture clearly displayed a red mark on Merry's right buttock, while capturing the left still jiggling after it's being struck!

Robert glanced at Helen, and said mildly, "We don't have to continue, just now."

"N-no, it's okay. I want to see them..." Helen confirmed uncertainly.

A glance at Merry revealed tears streaming down her face - but she was smiling gently! "I learned a hard lesson there!" she declared.

The next several pictures featured Robert striping Merry's back and upper thighs with a strap. About four into the sequence, Dina burst out, "Man, that's SO hot!" Helen said nothing, but she agreed; the most confusing thing about the pictures was the level of arousal that they were sparking in her!

Next came two more paddle shots. "H-how many are there?" Helen asked, tremulously.

"I delivered twenty strokes," Robert replied sorrowfully. "I'd prefer never to repeat the effort, but I suspect that it WILL happen again." There was no doubt of his tone - it hadn't been pleasant for him, either.

Merry cuddled against his leg. "I'm sorry, Master!" she sniffled, "I'll try to be good!" Robert reached down and caressed her cheek.

The next picture was an archetypical depiction of incredible agony. Cords stood out on Merry's neck and her eyes bulged in an incredibly red face as she appeared to attempt to crawl through the bars to escape the riding crop that had just abused her right thigh! Every female in the room gasped and shuddered in horror, without exception. The next photo wasn't any better, but it was no surprise, being the twin to the first.

The next couple of photos featured the use of a new whip - a narrow, single bladed item - and also obviously avoided depiction of every stroke. Clearly, there was already a narrow weal rising on Merry's left buttock as Robert finished cracking across her right. The next photo depicted a similar pattern being laid across Merry's upper thighs.

The next photo upped the ante, however, as it clearly depicted Robert finishing a swing that had come up between Merry's legs, obviously impacting on her tender labia. Merry was obviously trying to crawl up the bars at that point to escape, but the leg restraints didn't allow for the action. There was a collective hiss from those present as its import sank in. Merry was crying openly, having wedged herself between Roberts knees with her arms wrapped around his calves.

The angle changed for next picture, obviously originating from behind the bars, inside the display area. The flesh of Merry's left breast was caught dimpling in hydrostatic shock from the strike on her nipple, and she was clearly mindless from her agony. After a moment, Robert moved on to the next picture, where Merry's thrashing had obviously spoiled Robert's accuracy, but no one commented on THAT! "That's twenty," Robert husked. Helen looked up. His face was grey. He looked like he was going to be sick. After a moment, he sucked in a breath, "And I thought it was bad while I was doing it!"

"How do you justify that?" Helen asked, shaken.

"Because it was absolutely necessary!" Surprisingly, this response did NOT come from Robert, but rather from Merry, who was still sniffling, tucked between his knees! "It was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY that my Master prove to me that he HAD standards, and I WOULD meet them or I WOULD be punished! If he took it easy on me, eventually, I would walk all over him! I needed to KNOW it wasn't going to happen!"

"But it was absolutely vicious, especially at the end!" Helen exclaimed.

"Yes," Merry agreed, "it was. But it was an exercise in proving to me that he would go to any lengths necessary! If he'd shown no commitment, no imagination, I might someday decide I could get away with something because the whole thing was so difficult and distasteful to him that he would hesitate to repeat it. Instead, he proved that he WOULD apply himself to any necessary punishment, no matter how awful!"

Robert moved on to the next picture, which depicted Merry slumped against the bars in a puddle of her loosened restraints, the ball gag still inserted in her mouth. She was the picture of pain and exhaustion. There were two more of these, and they were eloquent in their presentation of the inarguable reality of her pain and humiliation.

The next picture depicted Merry moving alertly toward Robert on her knees, obeying the signal of his crooked finger. Helen began to move away from the horror of some of the later pictures, and back to the arousal they had originally generated. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Mandi crushing herself backward into Rick's embrace.

Next was a photo depicting Merry meekly laying her head against Robert's hip while he undid the fastenings of her ball gag. Strangely, despite - or maybe because of - the strange activity, the pair's pose depicted tender care on Robert's part, and complete trust on Merry's. It was curiously moving.

The next photo showed Merry, knelt up, spitting the ball gag into Robert's open palm. She was the picture of alert obedience, and Robert was just as obviously in control.

The last picture was an odd one. Robert was holding up his open hand in a 'stop' signal, while Merry was looking at him with her hand in the open fly of an old bum!

"What's THAT all about?" Al asked, puzzled.

Robert grinned. "I didn't think he GOT that one! I contrived to test Merry's obedience by telling her to provide a blowjob to an old bum. I never intended for her to do it, but I wanted to see whether she would hesitate, and for how long. She didn't hesitate at all - in fact, she was moving before I finished the command! That's me rushing to tell her to stop!"

Merry grinned, embarrassed. "I already had his cock in my hand. I'd have taken on everyone in the store to avoid another beating!"

Helen was squirming on the couch, while Al rubbed her flank. "I'm still amazed at how arousing the whole thing is!"

Robert shrugged. "Apparently, it touches something primal in us from caveman days. There was a woman in the store who appointed herself the official stroke counter. At about this point, she virtually collapsed in the arms of her male friend, who took her into a couples' peep booth and fucked her brains out!"

"How do you know that?" Al asked.

Merry smiled gently, "The walls were thin, and we were fucking like bunnies in the next booth!" General laughter ensued.

"Have you beaten her since?" Helen asked.

"No," Robert replied. "She's made a couple of mistakes since then, which I handled other ways, but she's been extremely compliant. It will happen again, I'm sure, but not for some time."

Helen smiled. "Well, I think we ought to go. Mandi?" She stopped when Mandi actually whined. One look at her brought the certainty that the only thing keeping her from attacking Rick was the other people in the room, and at the implied suggestion that she accompany her mother out the door she displayed such a look of agonized despair that Helen relented. "Oh, all right. Come outside and get your bag. But tomorrow, you're coming home! You've got to get ready for the Prom! Understand?" Mandi nodded and unwrapped herself from her man.

"I hope you don't think less of us for our lifestyle," Merry pled, "Based upon the various relationships between our families, we want you to feel free to come by and to be comfortable in our presence, any time..."

Helen nodded. "You've been incredibly up front and honest. I can respect that even if I don't quite understand why it is you do what you do." She nodded at the TV. "You really need that?"

Merry locked eyes with her and in a tone of absolute sincerity, she declared, "I really need this. When my master controls and directs me, and punishes my trespasses, he shows me that he cares enough for me to be strict with me. My master wants what is best for me - best for US! I believe this utterly, and all I ever want to do is to serve him. It's how I am; I know my master could probably take this or leave it. That he chooses to put up with my foibles is a source of continuous joy to me."

"But I'm a silly bitch, so he must work to maintain my respect. Periodically, he will have to wield the whip to remind me who is master. This is MY problem - not his - and I will suffer for my stupidity. Do not judge him for what I force him to do!"

"I understand," Helen intoned, "My only concern at this point is for Mandi."

Robert shook his head. "Mandi's situation is totally different from Merry's. Merry is disciplined because she wants it, needs it, and, ultimately, because she asks for it. I cannot imagine a circumstance where I would have either the right or the need to raise my hand to Mandi in anger."

Robert's obvious sincerity won Helen over. Here was a man capable of horrible things - but not one who enjoyed them! More to the point, he had the strength to do whatever was necessary to provide for the needs of his family. As Helen realized this, respect was born in her for Robert. He had HIS crosses to bear, too. "I'm satisfied. As to your lifestyle and your welcome, I accept both. I hope to visit many times, and my door is always open to you as it has been to your children."

Robert and Merry's eyes swiveled to Al, who grunted, "Hmmph. Yeah! What SHE said! Your lifestyle is off the wall, but that makes you brave for continuing to pursue it. We're all a little strange - I ain't pointing any fingers. You guys are seriously honest folk, and your kids bear your mark. Come around to my place any time!"

"I'm pleased," said Robert, addressing Al, "You're the one who'll be exposed to our problem child. Dina is 15 going on 40, and she controls anything she sets her mind to. While I'm sure you've assumed that Bobby is robbing the cradle, I'm absolutely certain it's the other way around!"

Al turned and gave the young woman in question the eye. "The more I see of her, the more I tend to agree. Things are going to be interesting around here!" He turned to Bobby, "As for you, young man, gather your stuff! You've been wrapped in her tentacles enough this week, and after this evening's entertainment, something untoward might happen!"

"Like it isn't going to soon, anyway," Dina murmured.

"Hmmm?" Al glanced over at Dina, confused.

The little minx feigned innocence. "Oh? I wasn't clear? Let me be, then!" She swayed over to a position close in front of Al and gazed up at him with an evil leer, daring him to drop his eyes to her exposed cleavage. "Bobby is taking me to the Prom on Saturday night. Afterward, we're going up to the hotel suite that he arranged to share with Tim and Dolores, where I'm going to present him with a huge helping of wet pussy - with a cherry on top! Is THAT clear?"

Al turned wondering eyes on Robert, who looked thoughtful, and mumbled, "Huh! Should have guessed. It's within the time frame..."

"What?" Al was reeling.

"She told me a couple of weeks ago that she wasn't going to be a virgin much longer. I should have put two and two together!" Robert replied sheepishly.

"That's all you've got to say? Doesn't this mean Bobby needs a new date?" Al asked, confused.

"Are you nuts?" Robert replied, irritated, "If I told her she couldn't go to the Prom, or that she couldn't go to the hotel with Bobby, she'd fuck him in the lunchroom tomorrow in front of 200 witnesses! Dina's a force of nature; if you get in her way over something like this, expect her to run over you like a freight train!"

"So, it's all right?" Al asked, dumbfounded.

"Boy, have YOU got a lot to learn..." Robert replied. "No, it's not 'all right', exactly - but I'll fight the fights I can win, thank you! Besides, Bobby's all right, and he went through all that training..." Robert's face broke into a grin, and chuckles echoed all over the room.

Dina stuck her tongue out at Al, which completed HIS descent into laughter. "I see what you mean!" he rumbled, shaking his head. "She IS a handful!"

Dina pouted and cupped both her pert breasts, "I am NOT! I'm TWO!" More laughter ensued.

Al looked up, grinning. "Let's get out of here, before things REALLY get out of hand!" He collected Helen's hand, and nodded Bobby toward the door. "G'night folks - it's been an interesting evening. I look forward to next time!" Everyone straggled to the door.

Mandi ran out to the curb - naked - and extracted her overnight bag while the others were completing their farewells. "G'night, Momma!" she cried, kissing Helen on the cheek.

"Good night, Dear," Helen responded. A quick hug, and the departing trio were on their way.

Mandi dashed into the living room and into Rick's arms, wriggling. Rick raised his eyebrows, "You want something?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Mmm Hmm!" More wriggling.

"Maybe I should make you beg..." Rick teased.

Mandi dropped to her knees and put her hands together. Locking eyes with him, she pled, grinning, "Oh, PLEEEZE, Master, take me upstairs and USE me!"

Rick continued to tease. "Upstairs? What about here?"

"Okay!" Mandi dropped onto her back. "Like this?" She rolled over onto her hands and knees, and looked back saucily over her shoulder, "Or like this?"

Rick popped her playfully on the ass. "Get upstairs, wench!" Mandi squealed and ran for the staircase, snatching her overnight bag as she passed.

The older couple laughed from their position near the door where they had been watching the byplay, Merry leaning back in Robert's arms. "Cute couple," he remarked, then added, "We'll print out the pictures and add them to your punishment book, where they'll provide a visible reminder. And remind me to call Alvin - he did an incredible job. In fact, they're so evocative, they should probably be published! My only concern is that we - especially you - might be recognized!"

"Couldn't we alter them?" Merry asked.

"Usually, they block out the eyes," Robert replied, "Yours are one of the things that make them so very good - it would ruin the impact!"

"The gag distorts my face quite a bit, Master. Maybe he could add a mole or something."

"You're not concerned?" Robert asked.

"My Master will do as he wishes," Merry replied obsequiously.

"That is the correct answer - but it is still instructive to know what you are thinking," Robert replied.

"I agree with my Master," she sighed, "They're too good to waste! Will Alvin get his display poster, then?"

"Yes. We'll have to be a bit more careful with that one. The photo set will have a limited audience, but..." Robert left it hanging. Obviously, the poster would be seen by everyone entering the store. He plopped down at the laptop. "Put some photo stock in the printer, Merry - we might as well do this now."

"Make two, Pop!" Dina demanded from the doorway, "I want a set!"

"I think not!" Robert replied, "I don't want them all over the school! You can look at your mother's set."

Dina pouted and flounced off.



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Chapter 90: Helen capitulates


Helen let Al into her house, a somewhat cranky Bobby bringing up the rear. As she made her way to the kitchen, she stopped, having heard a muffled noise from the den. Holding up a hand, she quietly made her way to the door and peeked in. There, on the couch, was Denise, twisting a throw pillow into astounding new shapes while chewing on one corner, her eyes glassy. Eddie - it HAD to be Eddie, although Helen couldn't see his face - was on the floor in front of the couch, his face buried between Denise's splayed legs. Denise's skirt was flipped up, and her panties were a ring around her right ankle. Soft slurping sounds were rising from the point of contact. After a few seconds, Denise began to writhe, galvanized, and emitted a low whine around the pillow corner stuffed into her mouth. Helen watched her thrash for about twenty seconds, breathing hoarsely through her nose and whining. Then as she began to settle down, an evil chuckle sounded from the area of her crotch, followed by a clearly enunciated, "Three!"

Helen shook her head, smiling, and turned away, bumping into Al, who had sidled up behind her. She waved him off, and they tiptoed away. When they got clear, Al chuckled quietly, "Denise?"

Helen nodded, "Uh huh. And Eddie Vincent, unless I miss my guess."

"You okay with that?" Al rumbled.

"Eddie's a good boy, and Denise has settled on him as a steady boyfriend. I told her I'd much rather that she have sex with Eddie here at home than give anonymous blowjobs in the back seat of cars. She's holding up her end, so I'm happy to hold up mine!" Helen declared.

Al grinned, "Looked to me like Eddie was doin' a fine job - maybe I should get lessons!"

"You do fine," Helen laughed, "But you can practice some, later!"

"I'll hold you to that!" Al replied.

Bobby wandered in from the kitchen, whining, "Hey, where'd you guys go?"

"We stopped off in the den," Helen returned, "an area YOU are to avoid until further notice!"

"Whuffor?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Denise and Eddie are... busy," Helen replied, adding, "You leave them alone!"

"They aren't fucking, are they?" Bobby asked, grinning.

"No, they're..." Helen's reply was interrupted by a loud feminine moan of "Oh, God! Okay, Eddie, I give! Now! Now!"

Helen shook her head. "Well, they weren't!" she declared wryly. She hustled into the living room, hovered outside the den entry and cleared her throat, "Dear... ?"

There was a gasp, "Momma?"

"Sweetheart, please take Eddie upstairs to your room and close the door. Bobby's here, and I'm sure you don't want a running commentary."

Denise uttered a shaky "Okay," while clothing rustled. Then, "It IS okay, isn't it?" she asked diffidently.

"Perfectly, Sweetheart," Helen assured her, "I just want to ensure your privacy."

Denise whipped around the corner, her panties in one hand and Eddies hand in the other. "Thanks, Momma!" she beamed, dashing for the stair. Eddie, holding his pants up with one hand, was hard pressed to keep up. Helen winked at the boy and laughed.

"Shit!" Bobby announced from his position leaning against the kitchen door, "Everybody's gonna get laid tonight but ME!" After a moment, he changed the subject, "Hey! What's for supper?"

"Well, it's late," Helen mused, "Toasted cheese sandwiches? And tomato soup?"

"Cool."

Bobby even helped.

Dinner was quiet, punctuated by the occasional burst of mirth generated from the thumping, creaking, and exclamations from Denise's room directly above. Denise had a tendency to squeal "Oh, GOD!!!" at the top of her lungs on orgasm, and after the first time Bobby had to go clean up after spewing soup at the exclamation. After the third series of staccato raps of the headboard against the bedroom wall, Al remarked, "You gotta get that girl a stronger bed!"

Bobby chuckled, "Denise's hips are gonna be three inches wider tomorrow - Eddie's hung like a horse!"

"Boys!" Helen remonstrated, "No need to be gauche!"

Suddenly, the pattern shifted. There were eight solid whacks of the headboard against the wall at two second intervals, followed by a guttural male moan. Bobby grinned, "Smoke 'em if you've got 'em!" and ducked Helen's reflexive swat while all three collapsed in mirth.

Twenty minutes later, an absolutely radiant Denise entered the kitchen following a torrid parting with Eddie at the front door. She collected some soup from the stove, started a sandwich heating, and seated herself at the table with some care. Bobby grinned. "Need a pillow, Sis?" The reflexive "Bobby!" that erupted from everyone else in the room at the first part of his utterance was terminated in shocked silence at the second. Helen gaped like a fish. Al said nothing, watching Helen's recovery while simultaneously transmitting a warning look to Bobby. Denise looked pained. "How long will I have to put up with that?" she snarled.

Bobby shrugged. "Dunno. Might not. But I wouldn't hold out much hope!"

"Bobby," Helen pontificated, "while there is no denying that your father and I have a relationship, I believe that we have a ways to go before..."

"And why do you think THAT is?" Bobby asked rhetorically. "Who do you figure is waiting on who?"

Helen started to bluster, but it was Denise who responded, while Helen watched Al examine her with hooded eyes. "My father," she said in a dead voice, an expression of pain flickering across her face, "was the poster child for betrayal of trust, but..." she caught her mother's eye, "Momma, are you willing to risk losing Al by not taking him seriously?"

"I DO take him seriously!" Helen retorted, stung, "I just don't understand why he's still here... Ahhh!" Helen's eyes bulged. Al had leaned over and playfully nipped at the back of her neck, producing goosebumps all over her body. She gasped and shivered.

"THAT," Al announced complacently, maintaining his position with an arm around Helen's shoulders as she leaned back toward him, "is why I'm still here. There are two possible responses to that action, the other being:" he worked himself stiffly upright, and wrinkled his nose, talking through it in a falsetto voice, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?" He grinned, and continued, "Nothing makes a man happier than clear evidence that his woman welcomes his attentions."

"Your woman?" Helen murmured, shocked, "Who said I was your woman?"

Al took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "Nobody, yet. But you can fix that, any time..."

Helen ducked away. "Don't tease me, Al."

Denise and Bobby shared a glance while Big Al frowned. But he didn't pursue it.

Later, after Bobby had been settled on the couch, Helen and Al made long, slow love in her bed. From a languorous start, hugging, kissing, and caressing, they moved on to fondling and, finally, missionary-style lovemaking, Al taking his time. Slowly, the tension built, Al modifying his tempo from the long, slow strokes he started with to something that sustained the climb to orgasm. Al pushed Helen's knees up and draped her legs over his forearms to afford a deeper penetration and Helen started rising to meet his thrusts, forcing a further increase in tempo, rolling her head back and forth and emitting a little "Oh!" with every thrust. Soon, she was stiffening up, a sure sign that an orgasm was imminent. Al waited until her unfocused eyes and ragged breathing announced that she was in final, then mastered himself and withdrew his penis from her, holding her away. Helen's eyes popped open. "Noooooo!" she wailed, as the delicious sensations started to slip away.

Al answered the question in her eyes, "I'm holding you at arm's length - that's what you're doing to me! Why don't you want to be my woman? Wouldn't you rather have this?" Al reinserted his penis and slid it deep into her channel.

Helen, who had been ineffectively scrabbling for a way to regain contact (something made effectively impossible by the position Al had her in), sighed, "Yessss!" as he resumed the delicious penetration. She hugged him to herself as he gave her several long strokes to maintain her high, then again withdrew, forcing her to release him. "Well?" he demanded.

Helen worked hard to be coherent, but deceit was beyond her in this condition. "Want to!" she gasped, "Scared!"

Al relented and delivered another few strokes. Helen rained kisses on him, but after a moment, he again backed off. "What are you scared of?"

"You finding something better..." Helen was doing everything she could think of to get Al back into the saddle. Unfortunately, with her knees over his forearms she had no purchase, anywhere. Al moved in again, and Helen hugged him to her in a death grip, her emotions a potent cocktail of frustration and desire, fear and longing. Al resumed his work, adding a nuzzle of her neck to the mainstream of his efforts. "Not gonna happen. Can't even imagine it. Only thing hurtin' us is you always holdin' back, pretending we ain't serious!" Al shifted his weight, and began to withdraw. Helen went frantic, but she couldn't hold him in position if he didn't cooperate. "It's up to you," Al continued, moving relentlessly backward, "Are we serious?"

Helen, fully aware that this was about more than just the act that they were engaged in, wailed, "Yes!", fear and need naked in her voice.

Al stopped, but did not move forward. "Are you my woman?" he asked, gently.

Their coupling was still an issue, but it was just a catalyst for Helen at this point. Fear and longing coupled with the realization that dragging her feet could destroy their relationship had her frantic. She HAD to have Al back in her arms! She couldn't lose him! She made the only decision possible for her, "Yes! Oh, yes!"

Al said nothing, but she again felt his blessed weight. He brought his arms up behind her shoulders as she clutched him to herself and resumed making love to her. This time, there were no more delays, and as her urgency demanded more from him, Al supplied it. Helen, having let go of her reservations, climbed quickly to climax, recovering her previous level of arousal in a couple of minutes. Al would have risen up to provide more leverage for the drive of his thrusts, but Helen wouldn't let him go, and he realized that if he tried, it would only scare her at this point, so he continued to struggle to maintain the pressure despite her rapid stiffening. The hands on her shoulders were a help with this, but the clutch she had on his barrel chest helped remind her not to push him off with her legs. When the whines she was emitting indicated that she was only moments away, Al leaned down and began nibbling at her neck. Helen's hips went spastic, and she crossed her legs behind Al's ass and slammed against him like she was trying to push his whole body into her vagina. Helen forgot to breathe as her full attention centered on the effort to physically merge with Al as her vagina pulsated in synch with the waves of pleasure coursing over her. Those same pulsations dragged Al over the brink, too, and he strained against her to find another millimeter of hard cock to feed to her as it swelled and began to blast away at her cervix.

"AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" The sound started as a roaring grunt, but changed to a sigh of satiation as Al poured seed into Helen's more than receptive womb, the exquisite sensation starting out almost painful, but subsiding to mere release. Helen continued to hold on for dear life, even after Al relaxed and collapsed across her. Al's consciousness faded for a moment, as sometimes occurs in the male; when it returned, Helen was shaking. Recognizing a sob, he rose up to look at her. "What's wrong, Baby?"

"You bastard! Why did you do that?" Despite her words, Helen was smiling.

"We were never going to get anywhere as long as you continued to sit on the fence," Al replied gently. "Something had to be done."

"Okay, so you got me to make a fool of myself. I'm your woman. What do I get? Are you my man?" The fearful look in her eyes belied the sarcasm.

"Fuckin' A! In spades! Why would I go to all that trouble to break down the door, otherwise?" Al grunted. "I had to get you to commit so I wouldn't sound like too much of a jackass when I told you I love you!"

For the second time in fifteen minutes, Helen stopped breathing. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Al grinned and lowered his mouth to hers, and in a moment, Helen began to respond enthusiastically to the kiss.

After a while, they parted. Helen nerved herself for one more run at it. "You..."

Al put his finger over her lips. "I know love - I've been there before, remember? Now I'm back. The only problem that can arise now is if you're gonna tell me that YOU don't love ME! You gonna tell me that?"

Tears leaked from Helen's eyes. "No," she husked, "I'm not gonna tell you that."

"Good!" Al approved, "No more of that 'until something better comes along' bullshit, right?"

Helen nodded. She couldn't talk around the lump in her throat.

"Good." Al wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over until he was on the bottom, still joined to her by the half-hard cock in her vagina. "Now," he announced, "you've got two choices: You can lay your head on my shoulder and we'll go to sleep, or you can wiggle a little bit, I'll get hard, and we can go at it again. Your choice!"

"I'll take number one, I guess," Helen blubbered, "I need to have a good cry..."

Al started rubbing her back. "Okay," he replied, "just don't get me too wet."



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Chapter 91: Age-old arguments


Ellen Michaels tossed in bed for the twelfth time that evening, then looked over at her bedmate. "Paul," she whispered, "Are you awake?"

Paul considered gently snoring, but decided reluctantly against it. Conversations with Ellen in bed were seldom conducive to sleep afterward - she had a tendency to want to tear at an insoluble problem and get irritated when the pieces didn't fall into place, which ruined sleep for both of them. "Yeah."

Suddenly, Ellen's voice was extremely diffident. "You've been making some, uh, rather broad hints lately, about - things. I want to know what it's all about."

Paul rolled over and sized his wife up, "You sure you want to go into this NOW?"

"Well... yeah. I can't sleep, anyway..." Ellen replied reluctantly.

"Okay, fast and sloppy. I work 40, 50, 60 hours a week and bring home money to keep this place running. But I'm not satisfied that I get enough bang for my buck. What do YOU do?"

"I cook..."

"Some. One meal a day, average - if you don't get take-out. Lots of it pre-packaged stuff that costs a lot but doesn't come between you and the TV."

"Hey! Watch it, Buster, or..." Ellen began to bluster.

Paul cut her off, irate. "We'll cover THAT when we get to it!"

Ellen blinked. "Okay. I clean..."

"Some. I have to send MY stuff to the cleaners if I want it to be presentable for work. And that's ME doing it! The house USUALLY misses being a major disaster, but if I did what I do the way you handle housework, I'd be working at McDonalds - no one else would trust me to accomplish anything!"

Ellen decided not to contest things, yet. "I take care of Terry..."

"At this point, you get in his way, more often than not! He handles most of his own needs, and part of mine! Anything else?" Paul demanded.

Ellen blinked. That should have been enough... "Uh..."

"No?" Paul announced in a tone of utter scorn. "So, you're performing marginally at a group of tasks that I could hire a good maid for and probably be better off." He paused a moment, glaring, "And that's it!"

"Hey, I'm your WIFE!" Ellen screeched.

"And that implies that you have other duties and responsibilities, doesn't it?" Paul went on doggedly, "But you don't know what they are, or, if you do, you ignore them! Let's talk about my needs. I don't really need much - clean clothes, an occasional meal, the ability to walk upright in my house without falling over things. All of this we've already identified as things I could hire a good domestic to handle. But we've missed a couple of items - ones that come specifically under the purview of a wife, when present. Those would be - let's see - a certain amount of intimacy and emotional support, - and sex!"

"Oh, that old tune!" Ellen scoffed, "I should have known that THAT was coming!"

Paul glared. "If it's such an old tune, why can't you play it? For years, you've been trying to manipulate me with sex - Hell, you manipulated me into marriage in the first place by pretending that it was important to you, then shut it off when you had your sinecure! The only time you bring it to bear is when there is big trouble afoot or you want something! That's just disgusting! It's sick, and it's virtually unforgivable!"

"What's worse is your methods! You use 'way too much stick, and 'way too little carrot! The announcement that I'm not getting any has no effect at this point because I'm not, anyway! Think about it! When did we last have sex?" Paul demanded.

"Oh, come on!" Ellen scoffed, "It was just last..."

"Month?" Paul supplied, "Quarter? Well?"

"Uh, it couldn't have been THAT long," Ellen mumbled, embarrassed.

"Funny, you could tell me the temperature and the relative humidity of the last time I screwed up, but you can't seem to supply a date for this!" Paul jibed sarcastically. "How does it feel to be on the short end? The answer is that I have gotten one half-hearted lay from you, and that's the sum total of our sexual activity since the first of the year!" Paul finished this at a roar.

"Okay, so what do you want?" Ellen asked sullenly.

"You figure it out!" Paul sneered, "I'm not going to offer to tell you what to do - I'm just going to tell you that at this point in time, you're infinitely replaceable, and it's up to you to fix it before I decide to actually do so!"

"You wouldn't!" Ellen screeched.

"First mistake!" Paul replied coldly. "If you believe that, you're done already!" He picked up his pillows and stormed out, headed for the guest room.

Terry lay in his bed listening to the muffled uproar. It wasn't unusual for his parents to fight - his mother was somewhat high-strung and tended to rant and rave on occasion. The odd part was that THIS time, his father seemed to be on the top side of things, and his mother was the one getting hammered! Terry grinned, thinking, 'Looks like Dad finally lowered the boom!'

Paul had just settled into the guest room when Ellen bustled in. "I want a divorce!" she announced belligerently.

Paul sat up in bed and regarded her impassively. "While I believe that you have a good deal more to lose than to gain by it, I support your right to go out and get one. If you believe that the situation is irrecoverable, I won't stand in your way. I DO, however, recommend that you do some serious evaluation of where that will leave you. Obviously, custody and child support of a seventeen year old who will be leaving for college soon is irrelevant. What do you plan to do for income?"

Ellen went from under full sail to becalmed in about 2 seconds. She'd played her ace, expecting capitulation from Paul - and he'd shrugged and called her bluff! This was ugly! "You're not upset?" she faltered.

"Well, I'm not happy - it will disrupt our lives quite a bit - but if you honestly don't think you can live up to your commitments, then it's the obvious way to handle an untenable situation..."

Ellen stamped her foot. "Don't you love me at all?" she demanded angrily.

Paul remained unruffled. "Certainly. Why do you think things have gone on this long?"

"Oh! Sure! You bastard!" Ellen howled sarcastically, and stomped out.

Paul slid himself back under the covers, drawing a shaky breath. This exercise wasn't fun, and he really DIDN'T want to lose Ellen - but he couldn't allow her to continue manipulating him! If she didn't show some sense soon, she'd pretty well make BOTH their beds for them! Paul sighed, and tried to compose himself for sleep.

It took twenty minutes, but a different Ellen appeared at the door. "Paul, are you awake?"

Paul sighed, "Yes." He rolled over and made eye contact.

Ellen was diffident. "Um, what if I just capitulate?"

"Pardon?"

"What if I give up? Any time, any places, any way - you've got it! Would that work?" she asked.

Paul frowned. "That solution appears to be just as extreme as divorce, at least on first examination. Are you sure you could deal with that? Certainly, it would resolve the problem from my standpoint, but whether you could tolerate it is an open question. There's bound to be some extremism while I catch up and test the depths of your commitment. Besides, sex isn't the whole issue, here. There is also this habit you have of riding me roughshod! Maybe you should think about it and make sure you can deal with any solution you propose."

Again, Ellen knew surprise and fear. That Paul would hold THIS solution at arm's length was even scarier than the way he handled the divorce threat! After a moment's confusion, she said, "It looks to me like you have the solution to my bad habits already worked out... How long do I have to come up with a peace proposal?"

Paul shrugged. "I won't hold you to a timetable. A few days? You should be aware that I'll be holding my options open, just in case..."

"Um. I don't like the sound of that..." Ellen complained.

Paul grinned like a shark. "You're not supposed to."

Ellen turned to leave, but stuck her head back through the door. "Paul? Come to bed?"

Paul regarded her warily, "That request SCREAMS trap! This thing isn't going to go away because you relent once! I don't know if it's smart - one or both of us might get the wrong idea, and only make things worse..."

Ellen looked pensive. "Call it a cease fire to facilitate the peace talks?" she proposed gently. "If anything happens, it's a freebie. I just don't think I'll sleep, otherwise..."

Paul rubbed his jaw. "Maybe you've got a point. All right." He crawled out of the guest bed, hauling his pillow with him. "If things deteriorate, I'll go back."

Ellen responded, "I don't even plan to think about it any more tonight. If I do, it'll just mess me up! You've convinced me you're serious, and need a serious answer - which won't come tonight. So let's just get some sleep."

"Fine," Paul crawled cautiously into bed and settled in, keeping his distance. But Ellen was disinclined to initiate any further warfare, and they soon were both asleep, exhausted by the emotional trauma. Paul awoke at a little after 3:00 a.m. to find his wife spooned tightly against him. He smiled and faded back out.



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Chapter 92: Various preparations


Friday dawned warm and wet, spring rains pelting everything with a soothing rumble and making it difficult to countenance the prospect of rising early. Helen's alarm went off and her usual swipe at the clock failed when her forearm impacted a muscular shoulder. Still too logy to realize the nature of the obstacle, she began blindly crawling across it, swatting at the sleep switch on the alarm clock. Success led to an immediate collapse in relief across the still unidentified mound, which then announced itself by rumbling, "I could'a got that - but then you wouldn't have ended up on top..." and a beefy arm dropped across the small of her back, pinning her.

"Sorry!" she murmured apologetically.

"Shaddap, Woman, and shove me some mouth!" Al adjusted himself to assure the connection and latched on. It was good, but... "Whew! Is that you, or me?"

"Both, I think!" Helen exclaimed ruefully. If morning breath could kill, they'd have both been unconscious, at least! "I'll go get some..."

"Just turn your head a bit and we'll snuggle. We can fix the other soon enough." A hand began wandering over her back, hips, and ass. "How's my woman this morning?"

"My eyes don't want to open, and something nasty died in my mouth," Helen groaned, "Otherwise, I'm feeling pretty good!"

"You feel pretty good to me, too!" came the reply, wrapped in a chuckle.

Helen freed a hand and began tracing Al's ribcage. "You're not so bad, yourself!"

They enjoyed each other's touch until the snooze switch went off, and Helen reluctantly disentangled herself so that she could awaken her daughter and his son. Al eyed her departure, wearing the signature open housecoat; well, Bobby'd more than seen it... 

Denise was no more anxious to rise than Helen had been, but Bobby popped right up - probably an indication of how (un)comfortable the couch was. "Yo, Auntie, can I beat Denise to the bathroom?"

"You can if you hurry," Helen assured him.

Bobby made tracks. Ten minutes later, Denise was pounding on the door. "If you're just brushing your teeth, open up! I've got makeup to do!"

"Well, I gotta shave. Can you share a sink?" Bobby asked, opening the door.

"Yeah, I just gotta brush my teeth.

"What about the makeup?" Bobby frowned.

"I do THAT in my room - but toothpaste ruins your lipstick!" Denise grinned, and added "Big Brother!"

Bobby blinked and looked the question. Denise continued, "Your Dad put some kinda hammerlock on Momma last night. I don't think they're engaged yet, but it's probably the end of the 'Who, me?' phase..."

"Good!" Bobby grinned. "Well, hurry up, Little Sister, I use hot water to shave!"

"Can't understand why you bother!" Denise quipped, grinning around a foamy toothbrush, interrupting his pro-forma case of wounded dignity with, "Duck out for a sec, willya? - I gotta pee!" And Bobby found himself outside the bathroom door after all.

Big Al appeared at the breakfast table 'way too pleased with himself. Helen was wandering around, collecting various items and moving them to the table, and every time she came within reach, a hand went under her housecoat - without protest. Bobby and Denise shared a glance, and Denise began to grin. "So, what's on the agenda for today... Dad?"

Al flicked a suspicious glance over Denise, but addressed Bobby, pretending that HE had asked the question, "Gotta go to work - with your brother on the disabled list, I got no backup. Probably have to run the truck tonight, too - Mario don't like too many nights on call."

Bobby played along, initially. "Maybe it's time to hire another employee, Dad, now that it's more than just your sleep that'll be disrupted if you get a truck call." Al froze, and Bobby, grinning, laid the second torpedo in the water, "So, Mom, what have you got going?"

Helen almost took the bait. "What?" Catching Al's quick headshake, she employed his tactic, addressing a grinning Denise. "I have the early shift today, then there is quite a bit to do to get your sister ready for the Prom."

Al addressed Bobby, "Might be a good idea if you hit the tux shop early. Your suit is set aside, but you don't want last pick of the accessories."

The comment took Bobby's attention away from bear-baiting, and he nodded. "Yeah, good idea, Dad. Tonight will probably be quiet because everybody's getting ready for tomorrow." Eyeing Denise, he continued, "Well, almost everybody. Too bad we couldn't fit in another dance lesson."

"Hmmm. Eddie and I aren't busy, and Mandi will be home. Everybody's going to be off to the beauty shop tomorrow morning... What about a slumber party, Momma? We could have the dance lesson, and run the boys out early - well, 10 or so - and then everybody could go to the beauty shop together in the morning..." Denise slowly warmed to the brainstorm.

"Hmmm. Puts all of you girls together the night before... I smell nefarious plans!" Bobby grinned.

"I don't have any..." Denise retorted, smiling, which did nothing to allay Bobby's suspicions.

"It seems like a good idea to me," Helen hazarded, "Why don't you check with the other girls? We could have kind of a 'hen's breakfast' here tomorrow with their mothers before the mad rush begins..."

"Okay," Denise replied. "I'll flash it around, and see what happens. If we bunk in, we can cover everybody. It'll be a great opportunity for 'girl talk'."

"Fine," Bobby dropped his silverware in the sink. "Ready to go, Little Sister?" he grinned.

"Just a minute, Big Brother!" Denise laughed, and ran out to collect her books.

Bobby sauntered out, smiling, having collected the look that passed between Helen and Al.

"You know," Al observed with a wry grin, "They get along well - as long as they're baiting us!"

At school, Bobby and Denise's ideas won almost universal approval. Everyone knew that preparations for Saturday night would keep them from doing anything too intense or too long lasting that night, and the opportunity to gather and practice a little dancing was welcome. In addition, Denise's suggested sleepover would offer a much-needed opportunity for 'girl talk'. Rick was fine with it, having already resigned himself to a night without Mandi in his bed. Eddie was glad of the opportunity to participate - he and Denise couldn't go to the Prom, being sophomores. Tim would benefit from the gathering being so public - Dolores wouldn't be able to press him over losing her virginity a day early. Terry and Jackie would have an evening away from EITHER of their families, both of which were apparently in odd straits. Various phone calls over the next couple of hours secured the necessary permissions - none of the adults involved felt it necessary to interfere with such an obvious exercise in good sense. In fact, Mandi put a flea in Helen's ear, and the women made a pact to meet at Helen's for breakfast on Saturday morning before the 'great beautification excursion' as Paul Michaels jokingly characterized the mass exodus to the beauty shop that was scheduled for that morning. This dubious appellation spread through the male population like wildfire; as it was certain to irritate the females, it rapidly became the phrase of the day.

That wasn't the only flurry of phone calls that occurred that morning, however. At about 11:00, Ann Newton appeared at Merry's desk at the law firm. "Hi, Marilyn. Can I talk to you for a sec?" She indicated her office with her eyes.

Merry schooled herself to unconcern. "Certainly, Ann. I'll meet you in a couple of minutes, if that's all right. Bert's waiting for this," she replied, waving at the contract addendum on her desktop monitor.

"Great," Ann agreed, "See you then."

Merry finished and delivered the document, then reluctantly made her way to Ann's office. Was this where Ann let her go, based upon 'philosophical differences'? Well, there was only one way to find out... Merry tapped on Ann's open door.

"Oh, hi Merry," Ann looked around to see if the conversation was being monitored. "Come on in! Close the door, will you?"

Merry did as she was asked, and settled gingerly on a chair facing Ann. Ann looked up, puzzled, then exclaimed, "Oh! Sorry! This is personal stuff." She came around and seated herself near Merry, engaging her eyes. "I've thought about the other night."

"Oh?" Merry was still leery.

"Yeah." Ann looked at her hands. "I, uh, have no problem with your lifestyle. I was just worried you were being abused."

Merry grinned, "No more than I deserve!"

"Yeah." Ann swallowed, and continued, "I, uh, think I might take you up on your offer to come back."

"Okay," Merry replied breezily, as if she made such appointments daily, "Do you know what you want to do?"

"No," Ann frowned. "It's like a box with a stuck lid - I'm afraid to pry too hard. I think we're gonna have to wing it."

Merry nodded. "That makes it tougher - on all of us! We risk passing a boundary without knowing it..." She grinned. "I've got a great icebreaker, though - photos of my first beating!"

"My God! Pictures? How public was it?" Ann exclaimed.

"Very. You'll see. You'll either be horrified, or aroused - or both!" Merry laughed.

"Both, I imagine," Ann admitted, blushing.

"If so, you'll be right there with 100% of the test audience!" Merry chucked again. "I can't arrange this - you need to call Robert. Here's his work number." She scrawled it on a business card fished out of Ann's holder. "See what he wants to do."

"Okay. Want to listen in?" Ann asked.

"Sure!" Merry replied. Ann put her phone on speaker and dialed.

"Robert Nellis," the phone announced.

"Robert, this is Ann Newton. I'm in my office with Merry."

"Okay," Robert replied, "Just a sec while I close the door." A pause, a thump, and line noise dropped. "What can I do for you?"

"Uh, I've decided to take you up on your offer," Ann announced hesitantly.

"I gather that this means that you've shelved your reservations about our lifestyle," Robert murmured dryly.

"Yeah, I'm okay with it. Who knows? Maybe I'm more than okay with it?" Ann replied.

"Do you have any idea what you expect to obtain?" Robert asked.

Merry interjected, "Master, she can't seem to come to grips. We're going to have to feel our way. I thought we'd start with the pictures."

"Hmmm. Good idea. When?" Robert asked.

"Soon? Before I chicken out?" Ann already sounded timid.

"Tonight isn't really that good... but tomorrow night is excellent. Both of the kids will be at the Prom, and they are staying in a hotel overnight. How's that?" Robert asked.

"Oh, perfect!" Ann cried. Merry nodded, grinning.

"Okay," Robert began directing, "We'll start around eight. Wear loose clothing - something that grants easy access. It would be nice if they were revealing, too, but... Pantyhose are out - unless you WANT them shredded - because if things go that way, that's what will happen. Plan to stay the night, at least; might be a good idea to plan on Sunday, too, if things go REALLY well... We'll lay out some toys, start with the pictures, and see were things go. You should realize this going in: I might not take 'No' for an answer, if I think your mouth is out of synch with the rest of you. I'm going to want absolution in advance!"

"O-okay," Ann replied hesitantly, "Uh, what if... ?"

"What if I misread the signals?" Robert pondered for a moment. "Tell you what: Merry can arbitrate. If you can't convince me, and you can't convince her, you're not serious. Deal?"

"Deal!" Ann affirmed.

"Okay, then I think we're all set. See you then!" Robert said.

"Bye!" Ann hung up.

Merry watched her critically. "So, how do you feel?"

"I'm shaking like a leaf!" Ann cried.

Merry summoned an evil grin. "It should make for an interesting evening," she teased.

As Denise's plan began to display symptoms of universal acceptance, Helen realized that she had a bit of work to do to support it. When Al came in for an early lunch with Mike, Helen took her break with them, letting someone else serve. They made plans for the impromptu party, deciding that he and Mike would come to dinner, but leave when the boys did, something that caused Al to pout visibly. Mike raised an eyebrow. "Sucks, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah," Al admitted. He leaned across the table and kissed Helen gently.

"Jennifer won't answer my calls," Mike grumbled. "If I wasn't on crutches..."

Helen took pity on him. "We'll see Jackie tonight, and I'll see Jennifer tomorrow. I'll see if I can't defuse the situation, okay?"

"Gee, thanks, Helen!" Mike enthused, "I'll take any help I can get! I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything..."

Helen shook her head. "No, the indications I'm getting are that we messed things up, coming in to see what was going on when we did. Fear and embarrassment are probably keeping her away."

"Fear?" Mike echoed, confused.

"Mike, left alone, do you think the pair of you would have had sex the other night?" Helen asked.

"Yeah," Mike mumbled, drawing in the water rings on the table top with his finger.

"Who would have initiated it?" Helen prompted.

"Um, I was planning on taking it easy, but Missy..." Mike began.

"Exactly!" Helen interrupted, "Jennifer was MORE than ready! Mike, you opened the door, and Jennifer found she couldn't close it! She scared to death of you, because she can't say no to you! She's got a backlog of pent-up frustration that's turned her into a wild woman, and she can't control it - and she's scared of what you'll think of her if she lets go!"

"Oh!" Mike looked glum. "So, she's gonna hide from me then, right?"

"Yeah. Unless I can talk her out of it," Helen agreed. "You keep calling, and I'll try to calm her down and help her come to grips with the whole thing. We've got one other factor in our favor..."

"What?" demanded Mike.

"Her libido is out of the box she's been keeping it in!" Helen replied. "In time, she might stuff it back in there, but right now, it's undoubtedly giving her fits!"

Al grinned, "There's no sadder thing than the sight of a horny woman unfulfilled!"

"Al!" Helen reproved, automatically giving him the swat on the arm that somehow women universally assume that they can use to correct bad behavior in their man.

Al grinned and raised an eyebrow at the familiarity. "So now you're trying to domesticate me?"

Helen leaned across and kissed him. "A long-term project, I'm sure!" she chuckled.

"You're welcome to try - it keeps you around!" Al laughed, "Let me know if you become too frustrated, and I'll pretend it's working for a while..."

Mike grinned, watching the pair.

Helen's prediction was right on the money. Jennifer was a zombie at work, totally wasted after 2 nights of tossing and turning in emotional agony and sexual arousal. She'd listened to his phone message a dozen times before Jackie 'accidentally' erased it, and was totally torn by it. In addition, his unique position as both her haven from the storm and the source of her arousal had her mentally chasing her tail. Thoughts of Mike brought her a feeling of comfort and protection - and incredible arousal. She'd nearly shredded her sheets the night before, suspended between Heaven and Hell.

Hilda came around just after lunch to talk to her. "What's wrong, Honey? You look like Hell!"

Jennifer's shoulders slumped. "I'm exhausted. I can't sleep..."

"Is this over your man?" Hilda asked gently.

"Well, partly. I can't get him out of my mind. But worse is what thoughts of him bring with them," Jennifer grimaced.

Hilda raised an eyebrow. "What would that be?" she asked, certain of the answer.

"Sex," Jennifer grated. "I had it pretty well in a box, but Mike had the key! I'm going insane!"

"Honey," Hilda counseled, "if anyone deserves to have a good time, it's you! This guy seems nice enough - go see him and drop your pants! You two can work out the emotional fallout afterwards, when you have clear heads!"

"What!?" exclaimed Jennifer, "He'll think I'm a total slut!"

"Honey, he already does, according to you! So what's the difference?" Hilda pointed out. "Even if it does matter, you'll both be able to look at the problem more clearly once your hormones calm down. What have you got to lose?"

"Oh, I - I couldn't!" Jennifer wailed.

"Then you'd better come up with an alternate means of handling the problem - and I don't mean abstention!" Hilda declared. "I can't see the options, however - meaningless sex with a stranger is dangerous, and not as satisfying. And toys are - well, toys!" She rubbed Jennifer's back for a moment, shook her head, and stalked off.

When Jackie called her about the night's plans, Jennifer was virtually monosyllabic until the mention of the Saturday morning get-together. Maybe - if she got up the nerve - she could ask some questions... 

Jackie had long since recognized the problem that her mother had NOT spoken to anyone about. She got Terry to drive her and Mandi to Mandi's house, and borrowed a toy from Mandi's legendary collection (which, by the way, had fallen into disuse with the advent of the 'real thing') - a six inch soft latex vibrator. When Terry drove her home to collect her clothing and other essentials for the overnight, she stole into her mother's bedroom and placed the vibrator dead center of her bedspread, where it couldn't possibly be missed.

Terry detected her grin when she returned to the car with her overnight bag. "What's up?"

Jackie's grin broadened. "Left Mama a present. Something I borrowed from Mandi. Something that goes 'buzzzzz'..."

Terry laughed. "Now, if she'll only use it..."



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Chapter 93: Dancing and girl talk


Mandi, having arrived home early thanks to Terry and Jackie, was in a fine position to meet and greet while Helen went shopping for the supplies that the teens would undoubtedly need for the evening. Dinner was set for 6:00, and they could expect a gradual influx of teens until 7:30 or so. Planning had the boys ejected by 10:00 - plenty of time for dancing and assorted hijinks, with girl-talk after, while ensuring that everyone got some rest for Saturday. On arrival, Denise and Eddie began organizing the musical program, taking into account the fact that the music at the Prom was likely to have some slow stuff, as well as the latest tracks. Tim had heard of the band, and advised Eddie on their likely play list, which would probably be a bit stiff, having been approved by 'old folks' - but the DJ had a rep for being current, so it was no big deal.

Al ambled in at 5:30, trailed by Mike, just in time to assist with the grocery lugging. Bobby and Dina arrived soon after, Bobby staying studiously out of Mike's reach until he relented, "Awright, Squirt, I can't stay pissed forever. Missy's making a much bigger deal of this than it deserves, so it's not JUST your fault."

Bobby nodded, "I DID call to apologize - and left it in a message. Dina's a witness!"

Dina nodded confirmation, "It was pretty good, for Bobby!"

"Okay, then," Mike growled, "I guess you can keep your skin!" He ruffled Bobby's brush cut. Helen and Al both sighed in relief.

Dinner was nutritious, if brief and regularly interrupted. The males were still discovering vegetables as a regular course, so Helen didn't push them with broccoli or anything, confining herself to green beans. Dina sat in; the quantities she ate weren't even noticeable, next to the boys'. Terry and Jackie arrived almost as soon as it was served, having gotten burgers on the way. Fifteen minutes later, Tim and Dolores did the same thing. By the time Rick trailed in, things were already well under way.

Denise and Dina were widely experienced compared to the others, so Dina assisted as Denise put the couples through their paces. The living room could barely hold the group when they tried a line dance, but everyone had a blast and came away at least basically equipped with the steps. As they moved on to more standard fare, it was easier to keep two couples on the floor competing with one another under Denise's tutelage while the other two rested and necked. Poor Eddie got a workout, spot-learning steps to demonstrate with Denise and staying on the floor with her almost constantly.

Mike retired to the den to watch TV, and Helen and Al worked on preparations for the sleepover that was to follow, finding bedding and organizing things. Mike's presence in the den aborted a couple of attempts by couples to drift off and accomplish some heavier petting, which was just as well as it helped to focus them on the dancing. Periodically, after the organization phase, Helen and Al would drift to the kitchen door and observe the frenzied activity in the living room, Helen leaning against a grinning Al as they watched the couples jitter and whirl.

Dancing was thirsty work, and the couples hit the sideboard regularly for snacks and, more important, drinks. Between them, the couples consumed almost 3/4 of a case of Coke - and Rick and Mandi confined themselves to ice water! By 9:00, everyone was soaking wet, which made it somewhat easier when Helen started gently chivvying the boys out the door at 9:30. By 10:00, only the McCormick's were still there, and they were in the process of reluctantly evacuating, using Mike's infirmity as an excuse for the delay. Al kissed Helen good night, grumbling about how adults shouldn't have to abide by restrictions designed for the youngsters, but Helen was firm, "You've got two boys to take home. There'll be other nights..."

The girls started ferrying upstairs to get showers, those off-shift chattering about the dance steps and the antics of their partners. Finally, everyone was back in the den, and Helen excused herself to allow the girls some peace.

"This was a great idea, Denise!" Jackie enthused as she toweled out her hair. Nobody was too worried about what their hair looked like on this evening - they were all going to the beauty shop in the morning, anyway, so the extra hassle of blow-drying wasn't considered necessary. "Too bad you won't be with us tomorrow..."

"Well," Denise sighed, "I've got two of these to go, anyway, and besides, I nearly killed Eddie tonight!" The thought of Eddie staggering out hanging from his big brother's shoulder brought a grin to her face.

"Yeah," grinned Jackie, "We can't push the boys that hard tomorrow night!"

"Oh? Why is that?" asked Dina, archly.

Dolores grinned, "If I'm catching Jackie's drift, I agree with her! What I expect Timmy to accomplish in that hotel bed AFTER the Prom is AT LEAST as important as what we'll be doing there!"

Dina laughed. "You'd BETTER wear HIM out, Dolores! If 'Little Timmy' crams that whole kielbasa of his in you, we'll have to call the paramedics!"

Dolores drew herself up and assumed an expression of mock hauteur. "I expect to scream bloody murder - in joy! He's been putting me off for a week, and I CAN'T WAIT!" She lapsed into a chuckle.

"Me either!" Jackie cried. "Terry's been taking it easy, too - but I know he plans to pull out all of the stops tomorrow night, and I plan to cooperate fully!"

Dina nodded. "I don't intend to have a cherry when I wake up on Sunday, either. I guess that makes it unanimous! Mandi, since you're the voice of experience in this group, got any advice?"

"Ummm," Mandi pondered, "Enjoy yourself? Don't let him get ahead of himself? Dina, you had Helen to train Bobby, so if you control things - and I KNOW you will - you should have no problems. Dolores, you and Jackie might have to watch out - when they discover how good it feels, they're NOT going to want to take it easy!"

Denise grinned, "My advice: Give 'em a blowjob, then let 'em return the favor while they recover! Then you'll BOTH be ready!"

Jackie shuddered. "It's gonna hurt, isn't it?" she queried.

"It's different for different people. For some, it's real tough - for others, it's nothing!" Denise replied.

Mandi nodded. "I barely noticed, but I've heard horror stories. Jackie, if you have a hard time, and show it, Terry will probably go limp on you - so you need to keep a stiff upper lip!"

Jackie nodded. "Yeah, It'd kill him to think he hurt me..." she mused.

"Hey, what about me?" howled Dolores.

Denise laughed. "You've been crawling all over Tim all week! You're gonna get JUST what you deserve! Who's rooming with them?"

"Rick and I," Mandi replied.

"Better wear earplugs! The way she's been teasing Tim, she's probably going to howl at the moon when he puts it to her - right up to the point it gets stuck in her throat - from the bottom!" Denise chortled. Dolores pantomimed being spitted, including a shocked expression and sticking out her tongue. Everybody broke up, laughing.

"Seriously," Dolores wondered, "How do YOU know what I've been up to?"

Denise gave her the eye. "I'm dating his brother! The way I hear it, you've done everything but handcuff poor Tim to the bed and impale yourself on him!"

Dolores looked thoughtful. "If I'd have thought of that, I'd have done it! Timmy's trying to make my first time something special, but I'd have settled for three days ago! Ever since I saw that thing peeking over the waistband of his jeans..." She shuddered.

"You'd better hope it fits!" Dina offered.

Dolores looked confident. "Mama takes Poppa, and he's about the same size. I'll be fine. Besides, they say it stretches..."

"But they DON'T say it shrinks back!" Denise chortled. "You'd better hang onto Tim; after he's done with you, other boys would just fall in!" General laughter followed this remark, renewed by the look of mock horror on Dolores' face.

When it calmed, Dolores smiled. "Don't you worry - I've got BIG plans for Mister Tim Vincent!"

"I bet you do," Dina simpered. "So, Jackie - is Terry the one? Do you know? Or is he just temporary?"

"I know," Jackie announced soberly. "He's the one! Sometimes I think we share a brain!" She smiled fondly, "And Gawd, is he sweet!"

"Sparks fly off him when you're around, too!" Mandi declared. "I used to think he was Mr. Milquetoast - but that was before I saw him go charging in against Bobby like he knew no fear! And the other night, in the den... Wow!"

Jackie grinned, "You should see him go toe to toe with my mom!"

Dina grinned, "I'll bet the sparks flew! How's your mom taking the whole thing?"

Jackie's humor dimmed a bit. "Since the accident, Mom's had other things to occupy her mind... She's cooled down quite a bit, and she's just about totally accepted Terry - but she's not a happy camper..."

"Bobby's brother?" Denise offered with a knowing wink.

"Yeah," Jackie sighed, "Even I know that she needs to let him give her a good going over - and he's a sweet guy, not like a certain brother he has..." Jackie glanced at Dina.

Dina bristled, "I'm training him as fast as I can! In a couple of months, he'll be fully housebroken!"

"Well, she's being an idiot and staying away - and is absolutely miserable over it! She cries herself to sleep and wakes up looking like something out of the 'Night of the Living Dead'!" Jackie complained.

"Well, I know Momma's gonna have a go at her in the morning," Mandi announced.

"Good!" said Dina. "I've got an idea, in case THAT doesn't work! I'll drop it on Auntie in the morning!"

"If Dina's got a plan," Denise simpered, "your mom's outgunned already!"

"Wouldn't take much!" Jackie grunted. Changing the subject, she addressed Mandi, "What are you gonna give Rick while the rest of us are surrendering our cherries, there, Mandi?"

Mandi grinned. "Whatever he wants!"

"And how," Dina probed, "is that any different from any other night?"

Mandi shrugged. "It isn't! We'll just have to enjoy the surroundings!"

"Alas! Poor Mandi!" Denise wailed theatrically, "She's given her all! How long do you figure you've got before he gets tired of you?"

Mandi smiled contentedly. "From the way he can't seem to get enough, several decades, at least! Rick's a real horndog - and I love it!"

Dina laughed. "From the moans coming from his room when you're there, you'd think I lived in Spookville! You two are either dying, or in lust!"

"That would be the latter!" Mandi announced primly. "I can't WAIT to catch you and Bobby in full rut! Rick and I are working 24 hours a day on ideas for how to get even with you two for that Sunday! And as for YOU, Sister Mine! Selling tickets to your own sister's defloration! God's gonna get you for that - but I am first!" Gales of laughter greeted this announcement as the unrepentant duo warded Mandi off by making the sign of the cross with their fingers.

"Well, I can't WAIT to catch up!" Dolores announced. "I figured that the first time we got to necking heavy, I was going to lose a wrestling match - but Timmy's been all gonzo about holding off until tomorrow night! What's that all about?"

"That's all about Tim being an absolute jewel!" Denise remonstrated. "He wants your first time to be absolutely perfect, which, given the temptation, makes him one in a million! You should be proud and happy instead of moaning and groaning about the delay! Most boys would have treated you to a miserable quickie in the back seat of their car! Lemme tell you, that's NOT the optimum place to lose your virginity!"

"Yeah, I know," Dolores sighed dreamily, "but it's just SO HARD..."

"Yeah, and so LONG, too!" Dina simpered. Dolores took a playful swing at her and the pillow fight was on!



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Chapter 94: Voyages of self-discovery


In the quiet interlude before Rick's return, Robert sat in his chair, mauling Merry's breasts while they watched television. Merry relaxed against his knees, boneless, enjoying the attention. Why in the world had she ever made a fuss about him touching her breasts, she wondered? All that fuss over something that felt sooo good... 

After a bit, he demanded her attention, "Merry..."

"Master?"

"Have you done any mental preparation for tomorrow night?"

"Master?" Merry was perplexed. She rotated to kneel facing Robert.

"Merry," Robert pointed out gently, "Tomorrow night is likely to be stressful for you if you don't prepare for it mentally. I can't have you doing or saying anything stupid. I'd have to punish you severely."

"What have I done, Master?"

"Nothing - yet," Robert replied, "but consider: Undoubtedly, before tomorrow evening is over, one or both of us will have had sex with Ann."

"Oh." Merry's eyes widened as she took this point in.

"Exactly," Robert returned. "How are you going to react to a requirement to kiss Ann, or to engage in oral sex on her?"

"Um," Merry temporized, "You do it to ME, Master..."

"And that makes it okay for you?" Robert reproved gently. "What are you going to do if I penetrate her? Right before your eyes? Are you ready for that?"

"Uhhh..." Merry staggered mentally, "Master will do as he wishes..."

"The correct answer," Robert approved, "but what will YOU do?" His voice hardened. "The die is cast - we WILL do what is necessary! And if you do or say anything foolish, I will be forced to restrain you, possibly gag you, and certainly punish you! THAT's why I want you to be mentally prepared for tomorrow!"

"We've been together nearly two decades," Robert continued more gently, "and until now, no one else has actually participated in the sex act with us. That will change tomorrow. The nature of our relationship dictates that I cannot allow your opinion to sway me in this matter, but I CAN direct that you prepare properly for this change! I want you to think on this seriously for a few moments, then I will ask you some questions."

"Yes, Master." Her Master had been correct, as usual - Merry hadn't given the whole thing a moment's thought - and the results could have been disastrous!

Robert gave Merry a few minutes' frowning introspection, then asked gently, "How do you feel about the idea of having sex with Ann?"

"A little aroused, Master," Merry admitted.

Robert chuckled, "Am I to assume that you do not anticipate problems?"

Merry remained serious. "No, Master. I like Ann, and I believe that I'll have no problems - giving or taking pleasure."

"Have you ever done this?" Robert inquired, his interest piqued.

"No, Master. The closest I've come was some mutual masturbation with a girlfriend in high school during a sleepover. We didn't follow it up - both of us already had boyfriends." She ducked her head and regarded him through her lashes, "I had you!"

Robert chuckled, "Penny Farnsworth..."

"Master! You knew?" Merry was aghast.

"I suspected," Robert admitted. "You two slept over at her house, and she never treated you quite the same again. I think she was deeper into it than you were..."

"Mmmmm. Perhaps."

"All right," Robert resumed, "let's continue. Are you prepared to handle ME taking MY pleasure with her?"

"I have no choice, Master," Merry replied tonelessly.

"Correct!" Robert replied, "But that may not be enough! How cooperative can you be?"

"Master?"

"Tolerance isn't enough. I may require active cooperation!" Robert pressed. "Can you suck my cock and lick her vaginal lips to lubricate us, then perform the insertion yourself? Can you lave my testicles with your tongue while I plow another woman's pussy? It's your job to see to my pleasure - can you do your job?" Robert demanded.

"I - Uh -!" Merry reeled under the bombardment. The images! But Robert's final words pointed the way. "Yes! I can do this, Master!" Having committed, she chuckled nervously, "Wow! You were pouring it on, there, Master!"

Robert's lips quirked, but he didn't quite smile. "It was necessary. Even THAT may not be the limit of what goes on tomorrow. What if she wants to be dominated? What if she wants to dominate YOU? What if her secret desire is to watch while I beat you? While it is well within my rights, thus far I have avoided punishing you capriciously. Circumstances may force a change in that tomorrow..."

"Master, no matter what you may think, you owe me several good beatings. Please don't feel guilty if you discover that you need to punish me!"

Merry's heartfelt response caused Robert to frown in thought. "Obviously, you have specific incidents in mind?"

Merry smiled tightly, "Master remembers the couch?" The living room set, something Merry (then Marilyn) had insisted upon, had cost almost $9000. The set it replaced hadn't really been that offensive - Marilyn had just been pushing her luck. Ultimately, it was the living room set and it's effect on the finances at a time when a new car was required that had generated the requirement that Marilyn go to work, as the payments had broken the household budget.

"Hmmm, yes." Anger kindled, lighting Robert's eyes. That contest of wills that had ended in the purchase and the fact that it had required him to have to admit to himself that he couldn't handle her excesses alone had been a serious blow to his pride. Even now, anger was easily generated over it. "Remind me - as soon as it's paid for, we're going to have a party. And you're going to destroy the living room set, preferably in the presence of your colleagues at the Firm. In the meantime, you're absolutely correct - I owe you a beating for that!" Robert grated.

Merry was somewhat taken aback by the vehemence of her master's response. "Destroy it?" she echoed.

"Absolutely!" Robert asserted. "Not only will that be the ironic perfect destiny for that ridiculous waste of funds, it will rid me of the cleaning bills that come with it!" Expensive fabrics, light colors, a total lack of stain resistance, and teenagers had added more thousands in cleaning bills to the ridiculous price tag. "Or perhaps I'll just make you manufacture slipcovers?"

Merry shuddered. Her total lack of any ability to use the expensive sewing machine she had insisted upon in another orgy of excess was legendary. Yes, all of her excesses were coming home to roost... 

Merry leaned forward and began opening Robert's fly. "What are you doing?" Robert demanded.

"Anticipating my Master's needs?" Merry responded timidly.

"Trying to make Brownie points, more likely!" Robert chuckled. "Well, I won't be caught with my trousers around my ankles - it's uncomfortable, as well as embarrassing! Bring me my robe and pajama bottoms. Run, scheming slave! And hope I don't write you up for being manipulative!" Robert chuckled as he watched her pert derriere disappear jiggling around the corner. After a moment, he roared, "Bring back that riding crop! I want something to hand if you don't perform satisfactorily!"

Merry, already racing to the top of the stairs, cringed. What had happened? She'd suspected that Robert held a grudge over the living room set, but this! Next time, she swore, she'd keep her mouth shut!

Jennifer came home to another voicemail from Mike, gently asking her when he could see her again. This had the effect of confirming her already miserable mood. Listlessly, she prepared a light supper and spent an interminable time indifferently picking at it. Television offered no solace, so she decided to read in bed.

The discovery of Jackie's 'gift' on the coverlet provoked the standard reaction: Jennifer was horrified, and handled the thing gingerly, plucking it off the coverlet with two fingers and generally acting as if it was toxic waste. It DID, however, offer a distraction, so it was with a generally improved frame of mind that Jennifer settled in to read. Her choice in reading materials was poor, however - the kind of mildly spicy romance novel that virtually always has the perfect couple separated at the midpoint over some stupid misunderstanding. Jennifer's blues settled in again. After reading the obligatory scene where the 'other woman' goes to great lengths to entice the male into bed, this time with some success, Jennifer was again depressed and sexually enervated. She decided that she'd had enough punishment, and put the book aside in its normal place on the night table, having already shut off the light. But the book didn't settle into place properly, and something fell onto the floor. "Damn!" Jennifer cursed quietly as she began feeling on the floor for the offending object. "What the... ?" Her hand closed upon a soft, cylindrical object with odd ridges. She brought it up and examined it with her hands in the dark. It was soft, rubbery, and shaped like... 'Oh! The - whatchamacallit - dildo?' Jennifer thought, 'What on God's green earth possessed Jackie - it HAD to be Jackie - to leave this thing on my bed?' But Jennifer KNEW why, and after a moment, she admitted it to herself, while she continued to handle the object, which was a source of ambivalence to her. After all, it was a disgusting 'sex toy'! Why did they have to make it look so real? Veins, and everything! On the other hand - and just thinking about it made it worse - it might offer some relief... It had been many years since Jennifer had masturbated - it had been one of the requirements of her renunciation of sex - and she wasn't sure she could really DO it successfully. It would be REALLY ugly if she tried to masturbate and failed to cum; the thought of being even MORE excited without finding release brought simultaneous images of the rack, iron maiden, and other torture devices.

By now, the thing was warm and comfortable in her hands as she rubbed it, getting the feel of the surface. It didn't REALLY feel like a - dick? She found that her memory held vivid images of the soft rigidity of her only lover's cock, as well as the smell, and even taste! Still, it was probably the best that could be done with man-made materials... It DID seem to have a somewhat more solid core under the soft, rubbery surface - God knows how you could ever insert it if it was soft clear through... Without being able to say exactly when she made the decision, Jennifer began to wriggle out of her pajama bottoms. After all, Jackie was out of the house; no one would ever know... She had a bottle of moisturizing hand cream on the nightstand - undoubtedly, THAT would come in handy... The tracery of fake veins tickled her sense of humor, although the head seemed basically right. She began to run the object up and down along the opening of her nether lips, sliding it up and down past her clit and remembering a time in the distant past when she and her boyfriend had dry-humped - him running the velvety head of his cock up along her mound, sliding the shaft in the damp furrow between her labia. She began to fantasize about Mike: the warmth of his caress, the feel of his hands on her breasts... Maybe she wouldn't need the lube after all - the urgent tickling sensation in her clitoris was counterpoint to the dampness she could feel seeping around the rubbery shaft. She remembered the gentle play of Mike's hands over her body a few nights before, and the agony of fear and desire they left in their wake. She remembered that electrifying touch of her left breast, and emulated it with her own free hand, gently kneading the soft flesh and toying with the nipple while continuing to slide the soft rubbery faux penis along her labia past her clitoris, which was rewarding her handsomely for the attention. Her nether lips had by now opened wide, presenting a deep groove from which her natural lubrication was doing a creditable job of dampening the latex intruder sliding along it. The hand working her left nipple was generating gentle shock waves along the inner tunnel of her sex, and she began to wonder if she could work the device inside, after all, as she drifted to the memory of Mike's thumb dragging across her clitoris. She shifted her grip for the experiment, momentarily releasing her breast, and as she reoriented it for the first attempt at insertion, holding it against her clitoral hood while she moved her hand, she noticed the knurled knob at the base, her thumb dragging against a bump protruding from the base. What was this? A switch? Before she had begun to process the implications, her thumb discovered the proper direction to move the slider and Jennifer whited out as the vibrator erupted into motion while lying against her clitoris! The total effect wasn't - quite - instantaneous, but from the moment it came on, moving the vibrator from its position in contact with her clit was unthinkable, and in under thirty seconds, Jennifer was screaming bloody murder without even recognizing the fact as she was overwhelmed by the sensory fireworks display of her second orgasm in less than a week!

The next ninety seconds or so was one long convulsion as Jennifer undulated under the impact of the stimulus, caught between Heaven and Hell as first the vibrator would over-stimulate her clitoris, causing her to withdraw it, then the sense of loss generated by it's absence would absolutely demand a resumption of contact. During this period, thought just wasn't possible; Jennifer was virtually on autopilot when she located a stable compromise location. When she came to herself, she realized that one question was answered at least - the simulated penis, still buzzing merrily, was half buried in her gently pulsing vagina. Obviously, properly stimulated, it was more than capable of handling the dildo. "Ummmmmm," she sighed, but already the vibrator was leaving her feeling jangled. She shut off the vibration, leaving the artificial penis buried, and lay relishing the aftereffects. The effort that she had expended in thrashing around had exhausted her, but while she was mildly sore, the primary effect was a pleasant lassitude.

After a bit, Jennifer reached down and began manipulating the dildo, moving it slowly about in her vagina. It was pleasant, but she found that she agreed with Hilda's assessment of toys - they were NOT an acceptable substitute for the real thing, even in memory. Jennifer toyed with it long enough to ascertain that it COULD bring her to orgasm - but it just wasn't worthwhile. The vibrator function had taken the edge off, and now merely manipulating the latex cock wasn't exciting enough to induce her to continue. It did its job, however; after she removed it, for the first time in several days, Jennifer fell into a restful slumber, holding the latex toy in one hand.

Rick came home to find his father sitting in his favorite chair. His mother, her face a study in concentration, was on her hands and knees on the chair arms, slowly raising and lowering herself over Robert's lap - obviously impaling herself on his erection. Rick stood admiring the action for a moment from a vantage point where he was basically unseen by his mother, but had an excellent view of the action, then gaily announced, "Hi. Mum! Hi Pop!"

Merry stopped dead for a moment as the implications of the announcement hit home, but Robert wasn't having any. He gently flicked the riding crop he was holding against her back - not enough to hurt - merely a reminder that she had duties to perform. "Ah ah ah! No stopping!" Turning to Rick, Robert continued, "Good evening, Son." He then flicked Merry again, gently. "Say hello to your son, silly wench!"

Merry, beet red, turned and regarded her son as calmly as she was able. "Hello, Rick. How was dance practice?" she huffed.

"Fine..." Rick replied absently, eyeing the pair, "I was missing Mandi BEFORE I came in here!" All in all, the sight of his parents coupling in that manner was pretty erotic, and somewhat decadent, as well.

In actuality, however, it looked a lot better than it actually was. Robert was punishing Merry for her blatant attempt at manipulation earlier in the evening. He had started out by surviving 20 minutes of Merry's continuously improving fellatio (a serious act of will), then had moved her to her current effort, which, while nice, was deliberately too slow to provide Merry any enjoyment. In fact it was also too slow to provide Robert any enjoyment, either; he was working hard to maintain an erection!

Merry was exhausted, and it showed. Rick eyed her critically, and asked his father, "So, how long have you been at it?"

Robert affected indifference and mild irritation. "Only about twenty minutes. Silly wench has absolutely no endurance. I'd be doing her a favor to work her harder..." He grinned, out of Merry's sight.

Rick caught on, and smiled slyly. "I'm at loose ends... Need any help?" Merry blanched and turned wide eyes on her son, but said nothing, and didn't DARE look at her master. Shock also created a millisecond delay in her activity, but she recovered instantly, and Robert pretended not to notice.

Robert feigned an effort at serious consideration. "What do you have in mind?"

Rick shrugged, getting into the tease, "Oh, I dunno. Has she been working on her deep throat?"

Robert manufactured a tone of disgust. "Yeah, but I couldn't inflict it on you. She practiced for twenty minutes earlier before I gave up on her. Her mouth's probably all worn out..."

Rick was particularly enjoying the look of mixed horror and indignation crossing his mother's features. The fine mix of insult, shame, fear, and humiliation comprising her expression was a sight to see. The fact that she had absolutely no recourse made the whole thing even sweeter. Rick had watched her belittle Robert for years, and this picture of the shoe going on the other foot was an exercise in long-delayed vengeance that Rick both applauded and could appreciate fully. While he loved his mother, Rick recognized that Robert had yet to put a dent in the principal on that account, let alone the interest - Merry was going to suffer for her crimes, and Rick would help, willingly. "Well, if she's not particularly talented, I could just hold her head and poke it down her throat..." he allowed.

Robert pretended to consider this. "Nah. The whole problem with deep throat seems to be that the silly twit hasn't learned how to breathe with a cock down her throat. I don't want to have to take her to the hospital when she turns blue."

Rick was having a hard time keeping a straight face, and Robert, secure in his position behind Merry, wasn't even trying. Merry, for her part, was horrified, and it showed. The suggestions just kept getting worse... 

Robert continued, "So, how is Mandi's technique? Think she can teach your mother anything?"

Rick allowed himself to smile. "Well, she's certainly enthusiastic... Tough to say whether she's any better without a direct comparison..."

"Hmph," Robert replied, "I guess we can put that on our list of fun things to do. It'd be best if they were both present at the same time, to get a good comparison."

"Yeah, side by side, maybe. Then we could swap back and forth!" Rick chuckled. "You know, Pop, you need to put up a mirror. The play of expression on Mum's face..." he shook his head, grinning.

Robert chuckled. "I can feel her cringe," he replied, grinning, "Besides, I get the reflection in the TV."

"Oh! You two! You're just teasing!" Merry erupted, realizing that she'd been had.

Robert flicked his hips, driving his cock into her. "Yes?" he prompted, his voice dangerous.

Merry gulped, "Um, nothing Master! Sorry Master!" If only she'd kept her big mouth shut... 

Robert settled back to his previous passive position, but he wasn't done. Merry had stepped in it, and the obvious thing would be to punish her by moving their tease to the next level. Robert thought furiously. Did he want to go that far? He could goad her by having Rick strip down and present himself for a blowjob, but would it be fair to Rick to let it end there?

Rick, watching his father, divined his problem, but didn't, frankly, know what to do about it. He was pretty sure that if Merry even looked at his cock it'd erupt all over the place! The whole idea ran too close to boyhood fantasy... 

Robert sighed, and said gently, "Merry, Merry, Merry - you're screwing up by the numbers tonight! Everything was fine as long as you were prepared to take us seriously - but then you HAD to open your mouth..."

Merry went white to the lips. NOW she'd done it!

Robert gave her no time to recover. Flicking her lightly with the crop, he directed, "Get up! I've had enough of this." Merry crawled off of the chair and stood in front of it as Robert rose. Robert pointed at a nearby ottoman. "Go over there and bend over that. I'm going to want to pick up the pace."

Merry bent over and rested her hands on the padded top of the ottoman. Robert walked up behind her, grasped her left hip with his left hand and guided his erection back into her vagina with his right. Once inserted, he moved his right hand to a location on her right hip and proceeded to take a few strokes - not fast, particularly, but faster than their previous activity. The effect was salutary; both of them found that the results now justified the effort.

Robert glanced over at his son, raised an eyebrow, and crooked a finger. Rick could decline the invitation by merely shaking his head - but he didn't. Robert waved him over to stand before the ottoman. Continuing to long stroke Merry, he swatted her on the butt with his hand. "Get Rick out of his pants," he directed.

Merry blushed everywhere above the waist. She took in a breath, and... 

... Robert stopped her in her tracks. "Are you sure you want to open your mouth again?" Nodding at Rick, he directed, "Get the riding crop, please. It appears that I'm going to need it; more intellectual forms of persuasion are proving ineffective."

Merry took the hint. When Rick returned to stand before the ottoman, she reached up meekly and began working at his belt. Robert, looking on, sighed. "I had always planned that Merry and Mandi would both be present before anything of this nature occurred, but it looks like it's more important to get your mother's attention!" he declared.

He had Merry's, and she certainly had Rick's! Rick was bug-eyed, taking in the gentle sway of Merry's pendant breasts under the impetus of his father's slow strokes, thinking, 'Wow! For a woman her age, Mum's incredible!'

Arousal was robbing Merry of attention span, and she was having trouble concentrating on the belt. What she wasn't admitting to herself was that the service activity between her legs wasn't the only component of that arousal. Finally, it was undone, and she could move on to zippers and snaps. Robert was taking it somewhat easy on her, since while she was using her hands to undress her son, she couldn't brace herself.

By the time she had shucked his jeans to his ankles, Rick was shaking like a leaf. "I don't know if I can hold out, Pop!" he exclaimed.

Robert shrugged, unperturbed. "Then give her a facial!" Addressing Merry, he directed, "Look him in the eye - make sure you're pleasing him!" Merry, who was now bracing herself by clasping Rick's waist, moved her eyes up from her startled examination of her son's erection to lock with his. "Well?" Robert prompted.

Merry extended her flattened tongue, gently positioning it to cradle Rick's purplish glans... 

... And Rick erupted, splashing a gout of semen all over her face!

"Don't miss a drop!" Robert roared, and Merry obediently ovalled her lips around Rick's spurting glans. Rick grabbed her head in both hands and held her there as his knees quivered and his eyes rolled back.

As the first wave of little wigglers poured across her tongue, Merry snapped. Greed replaced fearful obedience, and Merry began actively working to drain her son's seminal vesicles with a combination of strong suction and flickering licks from her tongue. Gone was her earlier reserve - she wanted it all! The illicit act amplified Robert's actions, too, and Merry went from merely enjoying Robert's pounding cock to the early stages of orgasm in one fell swoop!

When Merry's pussy began pulsating around his cock, Robert knew that not only was Merry there, but she was going to take him with her - so he poured it on! Merry, in her turn, started to white out, unconsciously taking in more of Rick's still jetting cock in the process. "MMMMPH!" was all she was capable of uttering as she jittered and thrashed, throwing her pelvis back against Robert's pounding pubis and joining her son in a place where all contact with reality was lost.

The contractions stepped up to the point where Robert could no longer drive into her at speed - but it didn't matter. In return, she provided a wringing clasp of his cock that absolutely insisted upon generating an eruption. Robert obliged, driving himself in deep and releasing his load with a smothered, "Oh, Jesus!" The long warm-up had allowed for copious preparation, so Robert positively flooded his slave/wife's womb with gout after gout of sperm.

Rick, having been the first to check out to another dimension, was the first to return to this one. He became aware of his hands working his mother's curls while she somewhat mindlessly suckled his slowly deflating cock. Taking in the sight through glazed eyes, he cudgeled his mind in an attempt to isolate the implications of the act that he had just completed. God! What was Mum going to think? Somehow, he didn't think he wanted word of THIS to leak out - 'motherfucker' was an epithet, not a compliment, if only a mild one! Gently, he extracted his cock from her lips, but continued to tousle her hair. Merry, eyes closed and still relying on Rick for support, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her nose in his pubic hair.

Robert struggled up from where he had momentarily collapsed across Merry's back. "Well! That was fun, wasn't it?" he announced, meeting Rick's wondering eyes.

"Well, yeah, but..." Rick replied weakly.

"Oh, come now!" Robert was gruff, "You've treated this subject - I've heard you! You mother is on birth control; besides, you can't get pregnant from fellatio. So the moral position is bankrupt. Given the presence of Mandi, you're not going to become sexually dependent on your mother. The only real issue is the law, and what they don't know won't hurt them! Buck up, Son, your mother doesn't have your moral foundation and will probably need reassurance!"

Rick relaxed. If Pop wasn't excited... 

Merry absorbed these comments peripherally, while she drifted back from that pleasant place. Rick's male musk was intoxicating, especially post-coitus... Rick's? Omigawd!

Rick felt her stiffen, and released her as she backed away. Dropping her hands back to the ottoman for support, she began panting and rolling her eyes as shock at the enormity of her recent act flooded her. Worst was the fact that she had enjoyed it! 'Omigawd!' she thought, "I'm a..."

"Mum!" Rick's voice was a whipcrack. "Settle down!"

"B-but..."

"You're about to stick your foot in your mouth again! Think! Never mind WHAT you were doing - who told you to do it?" Rick prompted.

Merry stopped. "My Master!"

"Okay, so - who's opinion is important to you?" Rick prompted.

Merry was visibly settling down. "My Master. But - what about you?"

Robert maintained his silence, letting his son handle things. Rick replied, "Mum, if I wasn't fine with it, I wouldn't have participated."

"Um," Merry murmured, "What we did - it's against the rules for most people."

"Mum," Rick sighed, "Morality is a slippery thing, and usually runs behind reality. Who made those rules?"

Merry blinked, "Somebody, long ago. But..."

"But there was a very good reason AT THE TIME! Somebody dictated this one to keep members of an extremely ignorant race to keep them from peeing in the gene pool. And it worked - but that was BEFORE birth control, BEFORE we understood genetics. But now, it's an outmoded imperative based upon conditions that no longer need exist. You're on birth control, aren't you, Mum?"

"Yes..." Merry admitted.

"Then I cannot get you pregnant. The other possible issue, that I might become emotionally dependent upon you, is easily dealt with - I love Mandi! So the problem is?" Rick asked.

"Um, I guess there isn't one..." Merry replied doubtfully.

Robert interjected here. "There are laws, so we must be discreet. But there are laws in this state against fellatio, too! Frankly, this kind of thing represents the worst case - some group of idiots has LEGISLATED their morality, making it binding on others! But morality is a private thing - generally, you need to puzzle out your own. You, Merry, are an exception, in that, having discovered that you are unable to deal with it, you have ceded your right to dictate your moral code to me. I will do so, and you will obey my directives. Understood?"

Merry looked at her husband and master. "Yes, Master. I understand."

"Can you deal with what you have just done?" Robert prompted.

Merry was thoughtful. "Yes, Master. You don't believe it's wrong, and Rick doesn't - therefore it isn't, I guess!"

"What does Rick have to do with it?" Robert bristled.

Merry looked him in the eye. "Rick is my son - and Dina is my daughter. They're a special case - they can bring me to shame, even if you approve of my actions."

Robert grunted, "Okay. I get that." He shook his head. "I really never planned for this - but between what is coming tomorrow, and your string of mistakes... Even this hasn't been adequate, apparently, to get your attention. You're lucky that I don't add physical punishment to my other efforts to correct your behavior."

Merry rose and draped herself over the ottoman, sighing, "I don't deserve to be lucky."

Robert bristled, "That's for ME to decide!" and Merry relaxed - but it was premature, for Robert continued, "But when you're right..." He collected the riding crop.

Whiiip! Crack! The first strike caught Merry as she began to rise from the footstool, causing her to collapse in shock. Pain flared across her buttocks as the riding crop left a livid stripe.

A moment later, Robert followed it up, bringing the backswing across Merry's left buttock, intoning, "... you're right!"

Robert was merciful, to an extent. He delivered only five strokes, with only short pauses between them, so Merry had barely worked through the shock to the anticipation of more pain before the final stroke fell. Afterward, he sat on the couch and gestured to Merry murmuring, "Come here, and snuggle up." Merry crawled onto the couch and draped herself across Robert's lap without hesitation, and Robert caressed her back softly. Rick backed out of the room, leaving his parents to their own devices.

After a bit, Merry suddenly cringed and wailed "Oh, God!"

Robert frowned, "What?"

"I - I screwed up, Master!" Merry moaned piteously.

Robert sighed. "I guess you'd better give me the details."

"Helen called earlier. She's having a get-together of the mothers - kind of a coffee - before we all jump off to the beauty shop. I said I'd be there. I'm sorry I didn't clear it first..."

"How difficult would that have been?" Robert asked.

"I could have - but I was maintaining the perception that I was still independent..." Merry cringed.

"With Helen? Who knows better?" Robert reproved.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'll call her in the morning and beg off."

"No. You'll go - and you'll have a good time. Tomorrow is an important day for both of our children. You made the right call, even though you exceeded your authority. We'll carry this one on the books for next time. I'm operating under the assumption that your level of pride has already been adjusted?" Robert traced a welt with his finger.

"Yes, Master," Merry replied contritely.

"Let's go to bed. I want to spoon."



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Chapter 95: The "Hen's breakfast"


Helen hummed to herself as she went to answer the doorbell. The girls were all up, noisily consuming breakfast in the kitchen, and Helen had just finished clearing the den and laying out coffee and pastries for the other women. She'd even replaced the usual open housecoat with a blouse and pants in preparation for the trip to the beautician's and in an effort not to scandalize anyone.

Merry stood there, in a light silk blouse and a skirt that was somewhat south of demure. The bright sun blasted right through the blouse, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Helen cleared her throat, then smiled. "C'mon in, Merry."

"What's wrong?" Merry asked.

"Hon, you're dressed more like Dina than your contemporaries," Helen observed.

Merry colored. "Robert controls my wardrobe."

Helen grinned. "Well, it's spring." She backed up and Merry stepped past her. "Food's in the den."

"I'm the first?" Merry asked.

"Yeah, but I think that was Ellen coming up the street." A glance out the window confirmed Helen's suspicions; the Michael's car was just pulling up to the curb. Seizing the opportunity for private conversation, she continued, "How's it going?"

Merry smiled ruefully. "Well, it's never boring! I'd been living a charmed life, but I stuck my foot in it half a dozen times last night, including forgetting to tell Robert I was coming here!"

Helen grimaced. "What did THAT buy you?"

Merry sighed, "After several efforts to be more inventive failed, a striped ass! I may wriggle a bit..."

Helen smiled. "I'll try not to notice. I still don't understand..." The knock on the door terminated the sentence... 

... But not the reply. "Because I deserve it. Don't worry about it," Merry insisted.

Ellen prefaced her entry with, "I'm not sure why I'm here, since my contribution to the group is a boy..."

Helen waved her in. "We've got a pretty tightly knit group of kids. I think it's a good idea that we get together and try to stay a step ahead of them!" she laughed.

Merry piped up, "I've got one of each, but at this point the female is running circles around the male, his relationship with Helen's eldest notwithstanding!"

The trio settled themselves in the den for coffee, but didn't get much beyond distribution of the refreshments before the bell rang again. Helen open the door to find Trish and Padma, already engaged in an animated discussion. "Well! How are the wedding plans going?" she asked as she led them back.

"Fine - I think," Trish replied, glancing at Padma and getting a smile and a nod of agreement. "I'm still thoroughly amazed at the speed of the thing!"

"I, too, am somewhat surprised," said Padma. "Dolores wasn't doing much in the way of dating, and now suddenly it takes three of us to hold her back!"

"Yeah, I'm amazed..." Helen began, but the doorbell interrupted again. "I'll be back."

Ellen glanced around, and announced, "Hmmm, given that everyone else is here, I imagine that's Jackie's mother..." The look on her face spoke volumes. "Things have been a bit shaky, there."

Helen opened the door for a seriously tentative Jennifer, who was limping a bit, but sans crutches. "Come on in, Honey. How are you?"

"Uh, are you sure?"

"Definitely. You more than some of the others." Helen took her arm and ushered her into the den, where she meekly took a spot on the couch next to Padma. "Coffee?"

"Please," Jennifer replied. Gathering herself, she addressed Ellen, "I really want to apologize for some of my recent actions. I've been under a lot of stress lately."

"You have no idea!" Helen piped up in support.

"I would have to say that we didn't get off well..." Ellen allowed.

"And we need to," Jennifer added quickly, "because there appears to be little or no chance that Jackie and Terry are in a short-term relationship!"

"True," Ellen replied, "I was just saying to the others that the whole thing was so odd - it's like the girls and the boys got thrown together in a chemical reaction and couples precipitated out!"

"Sorry?" Padma frowned, then "Oh! Chemistry!"

"That's apparently what it was, all right," Helen agreed, "and I'm not sure that the reaction was limited to the younger generation!" She shared a significant glance with Jennifer.

Jennifer gazed into her coffee cup. "Not all of the reactions have gone well, though," she murmured.

Helen took her to task, "Honey, the only person keeping you away from Mike is YOU!"

"Mike?" Merry asked, "Who's Mike?"

"Bobby's older brother," Helen supplied, "... and Jennifer's rescuer from her accident the other night. It looked for a bit like they were going to be a hot item, but now Jennifer's avoiding him over a little embarrassing incident that happened the other night."

"I didn't know Bobby HAD an older brother," Merry mused. She eyed Jennifer. "How much older?"

"Mike's a quiet sort," Helen supplied, "not like Bobby at all! He works for the family business. He's in his mid-twenties."

Merry smiled, and Jennifer turned redder. Padma interjected, prepared to be angry with him, "And he embarrassed you?"

"Uh, no," Jennifer husked, "More like I embarrassed me..."

"Or Bobby did, or Dina did, or I did!" Helen exclaimed.

"Huh?" grunted Merry.

"I do not understand..." Padma murmured, frowning.

Jennifer was beet red. A glance at Helen caught her taking a breath, so Jennifer went ahead with the tale: "I have been avoiding men - and sex - for some years." She glanced at Ellen, continuing, "That - and some bad experiences by both myself and Jackie - is a big part of my initial reaction to Terry. Watching the pair of them tended to make me... unstable."

"Huh?" Ellen frowned and cocked her head.

Helen interjected, "Jennifer was denying herself sex to the point of ignoring her body screaming for it. She refused to recognize the problem for what it was; all she knew was that having Terry around made her incredibly tense." She glanced at Jennifer, "Am I right?"

"Yes. I became fearful and overprotective because watching this perfect thing they have going was causing me to question my basic attitudes. Jackie and I had screaming matches because Terry made me intensely uncomfortable. I'd go to my room and just shake all night!" Jennifer related.

"Okay," Merry asked, "What does this have to do with Mike?"

"Mike was... a knight in shining armor. He saved me from serious injury, at least, in the accident - and he was a perfect gentleman. I've been alone a long time, and I'm not... strong... Mike made me feel warm and protected."

Helen smiled grimly. "And the walls came tumbling down."

Jennifer nodded. "It started out innocent enough; I was drawing a lot of comfort from his protection, and that was about it. Then, the other night, we started seriously necking..."

"And he took advantage of you?" Padma guessed.

"More like I took advantage of HIM! He did something innocuous, and my libido lit off! I acted like a total slut - I had no control at all!" Jennifer took a sip of her coffee, and stared at the cup meditatively. "I was so worked up, he just touched me and I exploded!"

"Poor thing had so much sexual energy bottled up..." Helen took up the tale, "She screamed like a banshee when she orgasmed, and a bunch of us came running! When we got there, she was still coming down, but she was steadily feeding Mike a mouthful of titty, and looking for the next round. Then Bobby opened his mouth..."

"I should leave," Jennifer husked, and made to get up.

"Sit!" Merry was imperious. "We're all your friends, here, and we all have our little tales. Nobody's pointing any fingers. Besides, I'm still not sure why Mike's in the doghouse?"

Jennifer looked first at Merry and Padma, then at Ellen, the expected source of condemnation - but it wasn't there. Ellen was nodding to herself, murmuring, "That explains a lot..." Returning her attention to Merry, Jennifer replied, "Mike's not in the doghouse - I am!"

"Then, Honey," Helen said gently, "why are you punishing him?"

Jennifer was nonplussed. "He can't want anything to do with the likes of me!" she declared. "And if he does, it's probably for all of the wrong reasons!"

"Honey, if you'll just talk to him, I think you'll discover that he does - and for the RIGHT reasons!" Helen argued. "Punish Bobby, punish Al, or punish me - but Mike didn't hurt you, and he has no intention of hurting you in the future! Talk to him! For both your sakes!"

"I - I," Jennifer looked away, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Do it, Jennifer!" Merry urged. "Recently, I've been embarrassed by experts - and I've had the best sex of my life! Don't let it stop you! You might even discover that it improves things!" Helen snickered at that assertion.

Ellen looked up, suddenly diffident. "Well, since we're doing true confessions... I have a problem."

"Well, that's what we're here for," Helen prompted. "Give!"

Ellen toyed with her Danish, reducing a chunk of it to crumbs. "Well, a couple of weeks ago, Paul started hinting broadly that I could be replaced..."

"No!" Trish gasped, "Really?" Padma looked on, wide-eyed. These American women... 

"Well," Ellen continued, "it's not like I haven't been cruising for it. I'd been riding him pretty hard. And I'd taken to punishing him by denying him sex - for just about anything!"

"That one will come back to haunt you!" Trish observed. Padma nodded her agreement; denying Marcus sex was a sure road to war at the Brown house. Jennifer caught Merry grimacing, too.

"Anyway, he told me the other night that if I didn't straighten up, I could expect to get the boot - and that he was going to start actively looking for a replacement! I flew off the handle and demanded a divorce - and he said okay! Then I REALLY got scared! So I rolled over totally, and told him he could make all of the rules - and he told me that he wasn't sure I could live with that!" She mused for a moment. "The really scary thing is that he's cool as a cucumber while he talks about it."

"Bad. So what are you doing?" asked Helen.

Ellen shrugged. "He said he'd give me a few days to puzzle out something that I could live with that gives him what he wants. If I can't, we're on borrowed time!"

Helen shook her head. "Not a problem I've ever had. Marc had me, and his secretary. He settled on her - I had no say."

Padma shook her head. "Marcus would have beaten me, early on. And my family would have backed him up! It's never come up, though - I enjoy his attentions too much." She grinned.

"Well, I've been there, recently," Merry asserted, with a significant glance at Helen, "but I can't see you using my solution."

Ellen looked up. "Oh? What did you do?"

Merry began fiercely examining her nails. "I became a sex slave."

"What?" Trish blurted.

"No!" Ellen exclaimed.

"Yes!" Merry asserted, locking eyes with Ellen. "I'm a slave in my own home. I do anything - ANYTHING - my husband tells me to do. Ask Helen!"

"It's true - I've seen it! Visit her at home sometime! Robert doesn't allow her to wear clothes!" Helen confirmed.

"Wow!" Ellen was bug-eyed. "How did this come about?"

"Well," Merry mused, "It started out as an experiment. Sex was so boring, I'd cut Robert off. One night, Robert and Dina conspired to tie me to the bed, and Robert basically raped me. But it was great! And both of us discovered a new side to our personalities!"

"Yeah, but slavery? Does he beat you?" Trish asked, shocked.

"Yes, he does. He did last night!" Merry hopped up and turned around, lifting her skirt. Her bare ass, exposed, displayed a number of welts. "See?" After a few seconds for the shocked group to conduct an examination, she returned to her seat.

Trish was horrified. "Why don't you call the cops on him?"

Merry shook her head, smiling. "Because I deserved it. I've learned that I'm selfish, and vain, and thoughtless. Basically, I need someone to keep me in line, rather firmly. Robert was sweet and put up with my crap for twenty years - but now that the shoe is on the other foot I'm ACTUALLY HAPPIER! And the sex is tremendous!"

"Um, this slavery. This is why you were wearing no panties?" Padma asked, faintly.

"Yes," Merry replied, "Robert dictates my wardrobe. He says I should look 'pleasing to men'. That's why there's no bra, either."

"That blouse is absolutely transparent in bright sunlight, too!" Helen chuckled.

"How did he convince you to..." Ellen began, then ran out of steam.

"... Become a slave?" Merry finished the question. "Once I discovered the benefits, I convinced HIM!" Looking around at the shaking heads, she continued, "It's tough to explain. I was extremely unhappy before - it seemed like no matter what I did, someone was bound to be unhappy about it. I spent all of my time worrying about what other people think. Now my life is uncomplicated. If Robert is happy, I've done my job - if he's not, he shows me that he cares by applying a correction." She regarded Ellen, murmuring, "It's an extreme solution to YOUR problem, though, I admit."

Ellen's brow wrinkled in thought. "Still, maybe I CAN handle letting him dictate what happens in the bedroom..."

"It'll improve your sex life," Merry observed. "Ours was AWFUL - and it was ALL MY FAULT! Robert was letting me control how we did things - and I have a LOT less imagination than he does, and was applying idiot rules about what was proper and what was improper in a sex act. Do you realize that virtually EVERYBODY lies about morality? I didn't, and I had us tied up in knots. Now Robert controls EVERYTHING, and we do something new and different just about every time - and I'm having a ball!" She pondered for a moment, pouring more coffee. "You have to be really open-minded, though, to get the most benefit. It seems like the minute you set limits, you've chopped some of the adventure out of it. But males can be really inventive, if they're not concerned about staying within your limitations." She glanced up at Trish and Padma, and asserted, "Even in a happily married couple, guys tend to limit what they do to what works and what they perceive that you'll allow. And, since the subject rarely comes up in open conversation, they're guessing. If you want something strange and different, you have to drop a hint. Men won't risk offending you and damaging your relationship by outright asking for, say, anal sex. In fact, they're likely to lie about it and tell you what they think you want to hear."

"I don't think I understand," murmured Padma, puzzled.

"Well, like I said, we never did anything adventurous - and it was basically my fault. But beyond that, unless you talk about it, your man probably sticks to whatever limits you set when you were going together! And generally, you DON'T talk about it!"

"Why?" Ellen asked.

"Why what?" Merry asked.

"Why don't they do anything new?"

"From what I've gathered from Robert, it's a feature of our culture. In America, women control sex. We give, and we take. The male mindset is to take what the traffic will bear, but don't push things - it's kind of a corollary to 'Don't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.' In America, it's generally considered unacceptable for a man to demand, or - worse - force sex on his woman. They're conditioned not to do anything that might piss us off, because then we can withhold sex from them - and they have no recourse!"

"Not at MY house!" announced Padma.

Merry grinned, "No, I imagine not. How's your sex life?"

"Very good, thank you!" Padma grinned, "But you DO have a point... Marcus limits himself. If I start something new, he ALWAYS follows through!"

Trish looked thoughtful, but was unconvinced. "So what makes YOU an authority on how the male thinks?"

Merry smiled. "The rules no longer apply to me! I don't control ANYTHING about my sexual activity, and I certainly don't control access! Robert doesn't worry about whether a new position or a different act will offend me - if I don't cooperate fully, he stops, punishes my lack of attention, and goes ahead, anyway! So I have a MUCH better idea of what a male will do in an unconstrained environment."

After a sip of coffee, Merry continued, "Also, there is the fact that we TALK about it. Robert has mandated that I be vocal and tell him what pleases me and what hurts. In fact, that was one of his very first directives! But beyond that, we discuss what we plan to do. Robert usually tells me what's going on in his head when he starts something. And while policy is that what I think about something ultimately does not matter, he asks my opinion regularly, in order to find out where my head is at. I guess that's pretty much it: We communicate, and he has no fear of the consequences."

Helen chuckled. Trish pushed back. "We communicate!"

Merry regarded her with amusement. "Do you really? If you consider a sexual practice taboo, have you really discussed it, aside from you saying 'No', and him never mentioning it again? If it DOES come up in conversation, does he argue? Or does he keep his mouth shut while you state your position, and make no reply? Think about it: Do you do oral sex? Anal? What was the expression on his face the last time you said 'Yuck'?"

Jennifer was all rapt attention. Trish, Ellen, and Padma all took on an inward stare, then looked various shades of uncomfortable. Helen laughed. "Got you, didn't she?" she chuckled.

Ellen mused, "Yeah! He got that look on his face..."

"Exactly!" Merry cried, "That look that said he didn't agree with you, but he knew better than to say so! You two didn't 'talk' about it - there wasn't much in the way of communication! You told him what he was supposed to think, and, frankly, he probably didn't like it! But he kept his mouth shut because half a loaf is better than none!"

Trish was reluctant, but she agreed. "Yeah, I guess so. I never REALLY realized it..."

"... But you're in the driver's seat, where sex is concerned," Merry finished. "There is another communications thing that we all do that pisses men off. I mentioned it, but nobody took me up on it..."

Helen smiled, and pretended to guess, "Frank talk about how it feels?"

Merry nodded, "Or, from the flip side, the 'silent martyr' thing. Men hate that! What's more, they don't understand it!"

"But..." Trish sputtered.

"But what?" Merry hounded. "I know - we're protecting their tiny frail egos by not telling them they're doing a poor job... Guess what? If you tell him he's ripping one of your labia off, most likely he'll do something about it! And if you let him know that grinding his pubic bone against your clit is likely to get you off, it's a good bet he'll do THAT, too - even if he's under no obligation to do so! Since I started telling Robert how I feel about what he's doing, I haven't missed an orgasm! Men don't want you to lay there and take it quietly, smiling like the Mona Lisa," Merry announced, locking eyes with Jennifer, "They want to hear you screaming bloody murder, announcing your orgasm to the neighbors down the block! Honey, you might have been embarrassed - but I guarantee you, Mike was thrilled to death!"

Ellen frowned. "So what happens when you don't make it?"

Helen piped up, "Honey, how is he going to get any better?"

Merry nodded. "Robert's big complaint was that having sex with me was like playing Blind Man's Bluff; he never knew whether he got it right until I actually went off - and even then he couldn't tell if it was a small one!"

Ellen was stubborn. "Paul used to hurt me, sometimes..."

"Did you tell him? More important, did you help him find something to do that DIDN'T hurt? I tell you this - men do NOT want to sleep with something that spends most of its time acting like a cadaver!" Merry remonstrated.

Trish piped up. "Men just want to get their rocks off! That's what's important!"

Padma, who had been mostly silent, snapped, "I cannot believe that YOU think that! I've met your husband, and he is a caring man! My Marcus can be selfish, but I know this: men can 'get their rocks off' in their hands! Only when they succeed with their woman have they proved themselves to be men - even in their OWN eyes! They will settle for less if they have to, but they do not feel good about it." She turned eyes like gun barrels on Ellen, "And eventually they will go looking for a woman they CAN please!"

Trish colored. "Merry was picking on Ellen, and I got carried away. You're right - Bruce gets unhappy when I don't make it. But I always understood that it was better to let him think I did, than..."

"... Than to help him succeed?" Merry shook her head, disbelieving. "Robert told me the other night that Queen Victoria virtually ruined sex for both us and the Brits, first by passing out such stupid ideas, then by making it taboo to talk about them! Ignorance and superstition seem to last forever! I bought into that whole line of crap, and was miserable for the longest time! Your man wants you to get yours! Not only does it feed his ego, but for a perfectly practical reason: He wants you looking forward to next time! He knows it's harder for you and if he's worth having, he wants you to get there - but if you lay there like a dead thing and don't help him help you, who's at fault if you don't make it?"

Merry looked up. Ellen was red, and Trish was thoughtful. Padma was nodding in agreement. "You don't have this problem, do you?" Merry asked her.

Padma grinned and shook her head. "No. My culture somehow managed to avoid being Victorian, despite the British influence. I think that was because so many British men took Indian mistresses to make up for their cold reception at home!" She colored, adding, "Besides, we're naturally enthusiastic..."

"... Meaning your culture never saw fit to clamp down on you with stupid rules!" Helen interjected. "You think we're bad - the Japanese are positively barbaric!"

"So what do I do?" Ellen asked, exasperated.

Helen and Merry traded looks. "Well," said Merry heavily, "My response was extreme, as I told you, but if I were you, I'd cede control of bedroom activities to your husband in the near term. He's gonna turn you every which way but loose, if only to make sure you're serious - but neither of you will be bored..."

"Uh, I dunno..." Ellen mumbled, "I've never..."

"Never what, Honey?" Helen prompted gently.

"Uh, had, uh, oral sex..."

Helen began to chuckle. "Giving, or getting?"

Ellen blinked, and her eyes popped. "Uh, either? I mean, I just never..." She rolled her eyes and looked a bit green.

Merry smiled, "My initial reaction - only a few weeks ago! - was 'Ewwww!' But fellatio has several things going for it, especially when you're on your period - and you haven't LIVED until you've had a good tongue lashing!"

Helen who had lifted her coffee cup to her lips nearly choked, trying not to spew coffee all over. Padma tittered, while smiling and nodding. Trish rolled her eyes, and exclaimed, chuckling, "Oh, Lord!" Even Jennifer smiled, obviously savoring a pleasant memory.

Ellen looked around, shocked. "You mean you've all... ?"

Trish looked around, gathering eyes, and was surprised to even get a tight nod from Jennifer. "Looks like it."

"Hmph," Helen grunted. "What's more, the younger generation would also be 100% represented, if you were to ask 'em." She glanced around, particularly at Jennifer. "I hope I didn't surprise anybody."

"No," Jennifer looked mildly exasperated as she picked up Ellen with her eyes. "I caught our pair delivering both types of service - yesterday morning!"

"WHAT?! My Terry doesn't..." Ellen erupted.

"Oh yes he does!" Helen chuckled, "And to judge by the noises Jackie makes, he's quite talented!"

"Oh my God! I'm SO embarrassed!" Ellen wailed.

"Why?" Merry asked mildly. "Rick does, and Tim does," Padma and Trish both nodded confirmation, "Eddie does, and God knows Bobby does. Have I left anyone male out?"

"Don't think so. As for the girls, Mandi does, and Denise is a legend." Helen declared.

"So is Jackie, to a somewhat lesser extent," Jennifer added.

"And Tim and I have had our hands full trying to keep Dolores to JUST that!" Padma affirmed. "Of course, she has her work cut out for her - Tim's cock is..." She raised her hands, shoulder width apart, then glanced around, discovering Trish's sardonic expression. "Oops!" She murmured, blushing.

"You've seen it, then?" Trish asked, struggling to hold a straight face.

"Yes..." came the strangled reply.

Trish, Merry and Helen erupted in laughter, and even Jennifer grinned. Merry came to Padma's rescue by asserting, "Surely, I don't have to waste my breath protesting DINA'S innocence!" More mirth followed.

"My God!" Ellen exclaimed, "Everybody does it? Even the kids? Isn't it perverted?"

Padma drew the shards of her dignity around her, and announced, "A blow job..." She stopped, and glanced around, puzzled. "Your language - why don't you call it a 'suck job'?"

More laughter erupted, but Helen strove to answer. "I think men coined the term, and it probably refers to the cum they blow all over you at the end!" This witticism caused even more hilarity; both Merry and Trish were beginning to have trouble breathing.

Padma struggled to continue. "A blow job is a gift you give to your man. And while in itself, it isn't exciting - or even comfortable, sometimes - there is a certain sense of power that goes with doing it, and accomplishment when you succeed in bringing him to orgasm."

"Power?" Ellen wondered.

"Hon, a man is never more defenseless than during the final stages of a blowjob! It's kind of the exact opposite of the 'Victorian Woman' syndrome - you know EXACTLY how you're doing, because men have no interest in being stoic where sex is concerned - and if you're doing it right he's going nuts!" Merry declared. "Besides, it's not THAT bad - in fact, I've developed quite a taste for it!" She grinned, as did Trish, and Helen and Padma nodded soberly.

"Um," murmured Ellen, somewhat dazed, "What about the other?"

"You mean cunnilingus? What men call 'eating pussy'?" Helen asked. "I highly recommend it! Not quite the same as a cock, but it's an almost guaranteed orgasm!"

Trish smiled. "My Bruce, who isn't too much into saying gauche things, says, 'Show me a man who won't eat pussy, and I'll show you a man whose woman I can steal!'"

Merry tittered. "There's some truth to that! It's the first thing the 'new' Robert did to me. And after he'd rocked my world three times in twenty minutes, I found that I could be philosophical about having his cock in my face." She smiled, catlike. "Of course, after THAT, I realized that there wasn't really any requirement to be philosophical... In fact," she mused, "that's when I realized that there was a 'new' Marilyn..."

"Men like it?" Ellen queried doubtfully.

"Most seem to," Helen agreed. "Marc used to say the smell set him off. Pheromones or something..."

"Marc?" asked Merry.

"My ex-husband. Ran off with his secretary." Helen smiled ruefully. "Apparently smell isn't enough..." A couple of dutiful chuckles sounded.

"I don't know if I can do it..." Ellen said dubiously.

"What?" asked Helen, sharply.

"Um, fellatio. What about swallowing?" Ellen said faintly.

"You can, Honey. It's whether you will or not that's the question. Obviously, it's a mainstream practice. Given your situation, I'd at least give it a try..." Helen counseled.

"As to swallowing, well, the jury is out on that one. The taste is... odd..." Merry interjected pensively. "Most men feel it's important, though, so I'd have to say it's a good idea. With some men, you can probably avoid it if you approach it properly, but it's kind of gauche to spit it out, if you know what I mean... I tried to avoid it one time, but I stuck my foot in my mouth. If you're gonna try to avoid it, better have something in mind better than 'Yuck! It tastes bad.'"

"If you do the 'deep throat' it's a - how you say? - 'dead issue'..." Padma observed.

Jennifer spluttered and nearly choked on her coffee, grinning. Ellen regarded Padma quizzically. "You're kidding, right? 'Deep Throat' is just an urban legend, isn't it?"

"Huh? No!" Padma looked around, confused.

Helen threw in her support, "Not even, Honey!" Merry nodded, too.

Padma, reassured, went on, holding up her hands a good ten inches apart. "When you man's cock is like this," she began, then dropped one hand and held up the other displaying a four inch gap between her thumb and forefinger, "do you think he's going to be happy with you only sucking on this?" Jennifer, who hadn't gotten completely over the original question, burst out again and sat wiping her eyes. Merry snickered, and Trish tried unsuccessfully to cover her grin with her hand. Padma turned a look of offended innocence on Trish, "Am I not right?"

Trish nodded. "Absolutely!"

"You really do that? Let them stick their - cock? - down your throat? C'mon now!" Ellen was incredulous.

Trish took the lead. "Yes," she admitted, "I do. No doubt Padma does." Padma nodded. "Merry?"

Merry also nodded. "I'm still learning," she admitted diffidently, "Sometimes, I choke."

"Sweetie, sometimes we ALL choke," Trish sympathized.

"Fact is," Helen interjected, "it's what Denise calls an 'advanced technique' - and she would know! I haven't mastered it yet, but I expect to, soon..."

"Big Al requires a lot of coverage, does he?" Jennifer smirked.

"Decent," Helen smiled back, "Not like Marcus, apparently, or those elephants in the Vincent clan, but decent."

"How do you do it?" Ellen asked, mystified, "I'm not sure about the act itself... I can't imagine holding still while Paul..." She shuddered.

"Well, it takes practice," Trish confided. "It's not something that's going to work the first time. You have to get used to overriding your gag reflex, and breathing through your nose. Some people probably never would be able to do it..."

"But, why?"

"Well," Trish grinned, "There's no mess..."

"And you don't have to worry about tasting something that's already halfway down!" Merry laughed.

"Seriously, it's mostly about making him happy. Does Paul ever just stick half of his cock in your pussy?" Padma asked.

"Uh, no..." Ellen replied, faintly.

"Exactly, "Helen finished, "They want to go deep!"

Ellen turned on Jennifer. "I don't hear YOU saying much," she prodded.

"I don't have much experience," Jennifer replied, diffidently. "I've never done the 'deep throat' thing. But I've given head, and I've gotten it - and they're both fun!" Turning to regard Helen, she asked, "What was that remark about Denise?"

Helen held up her hand. "Hold it a second. She got up and went to the door, where occasional thumps, bangs, and giggles were issuing from the kitchen area. "Girls! We need to go soon!" Shaking her head, she sat back down.

Denise stuck her head around the door. "What was that, Momma?"

"Speak of the Devil," Helen laughed, "Jennifer just asked how you know so much about oral sex..."

"Oh." Denise went poker faced, then shrugged. "I must've done a couple of hundred boys... I guess that makes me an expert." She turned her attention to her mother, "Was that it?"

"By no means!" Helen replied. "What I said was that we need to leave in a little while. You girls need to get dressed and ready to go - we're due there at 10:00."

"Okay, Momma. I'll pass the word." Denise turned away, apparently none the worse for her admission... 

... But Jennifer wasn't. "Good God!" she exclaimed, white faced, "And I was worried about Jackie!"

Helen looked sad. "Right about the time Marc left me, Denise... changed. She gave up toys and dolls and little girl things. Boys were her new toys, and sex was the game. She became, frankly, uncontrollable. I had to choose between working and putting food on the table and watching Denise twenty four hours a day. It quickly became apparent that I wasn't going to stop her, so Mandi and I concentrated on giving her good advice, and minimizing the damage by frankly discussing sex and protection. Strangely enough, Denise seemed to listen, and soon it became apparent that she could take care of herself. I think Dina was watching her back, to a certain extent." Merry nodded agreement. "Anyway, last fall she announced that she was going to give every male senior in school a blowjob." She looked at Jennifer, murmuring, "I'm surprised she didn't give you the exact number - I know she knows it. And it's more than half of them!" Helen stopped, and took a sip of coffee, then continued, "This went on until Mandi and Rick became an item, then, suddenly, she seemed to come to her senses. She's taken up with Eddie" with a nod to Trish "and I couldn't be happier! I'm pretty sure they're having sex, but I also think they're serious about their relationship, so..."

Trish nodded. "Eddie didn't tell me how bad it was, but we've discussed her checkered past. Eddie has some theory that she was raped..."

Jennifer sat bolt upright. "Oh my God! Is it possible your ex molested her? That might explain her behavior!"

"No..." Helen started to pooh-pooh the idea, then stopped dead, thinking hard. "Tell me more."

"I did a Psych course once where we discussed it. Young girls molested by their fathers are slow to trust even their mothers because they blame them for being blind to the abuse. And they get into recreational sex because they feel that they're already damaged goods! Does she hate Marc?"

"Venomously," Helen replied, nodding. "I'll have to think about this. Still, it couldn't have happened more than once..." Large numbers of odd pieces were settling into place in Helen's mind.

"Maybe it's what actually drove him out the door?" Trish wondered aloud.

"Yeah," Helen agreed absently, "He'd been screwing Lisa forever. I could never put a finger on why he suddenly decided the time had come..." She shook herself. "But enough about this. Before we go anywhere more public, I want to ask you all a question: What do you think of this hotel thing the kids are doing after the Prom? You ARE all aware that not a single one of them expects to wake up a virgin on Sunday..." She deliberately met everyone's eyes in turn.

Padma responded first, sighing, "It has taken iron will on Tim's part to keep Dolores off of him before this! He's been trying to make the whole thing as perfect as possible for her, and I think that this is the best available opportunity. So, yes, I know, and no, it doesn't bother me."

Trish looked up. "I thank you for the compliments that you just paid my son."

Padma smiled. "They are deserved."

Jennifer smiled ruefully. "I know, too - and I also know that it will happen soon, anyway, so they might as well have some privacy and nice surroundings. I enjoyed my first time despite it's being in the back seat of a car, but it would have been a lot nicer in a bed."

Ellen looked up. "Are you sure they're going to?" she asked.

Jennifer nipped Ellen's apparent hope in the bud. "Ellen, I caught them doing a sixty nine yesterday morning. Can the real thing be far behind?"

"Sixty nine? I still can't believe Terry does that!" Ellen exclaimed.

"The Hell he doesn't!" Helen chuckled. "The way I hear it, a week ago Terry ripped Jackie's shorts off, stuck his head between her legs, and brought her to several screaming orgasms RIGHT HERE IN THIS ROOM!"

Ellen gasped, horrified. "Where were YOU?" she demanded.

"I was upstairs, uh, otherwise engaged. I heard her -" Helen glanced at Jennifer. "I guess screaming runs in the family," she grinned, "but I didn't know who or what it was, and I was in no position to go rushing downstairs to find out. Besides, if there had been a problem, one of the kids would have let me know."

Merry's eyes were crinkled in mirth. "So, what position were you in?"

Helen blushed, grinning. "Missionary," she replied, "with my knees up, as I remember." Ellen sat gasping like a fish. Padma smiled, and Trish chortled openly.

Jennifer snickered, then got serious, turning to Merry. "Okay, that leaves you."

"Well," Merry replied, "It's an open secret that Rick and Mandi are tearing up the mattress either here or at my place just about every night..."

"Yeah," Jennifer replied, "but what about Dina? Are you gonna look the other way while she goes off with that wretch Bobby McCormick?"

Merry laughed. "I suppose that's a fair question, coming from you - he hasn't exactly been on his best behavior in front of the Hardesty family! On the other hand, there are a couple of things going on here of which I'm sure you're not aware. First, Bobby didn't choose Dina - it was the other way around. And since it doesn't appear that you have had much contact with Dina, I've got news for you: Dina is a force of nature. If she wants something to happen, it happens - her way! So if anyone is tangled in anyone's web, Bobby is tangled in Dina's, not the other way around!" Merry ruminated a bit, sipping her coffee. "Dina announced a couple of weeks ago that tonight was the night. Frankly, I think that trying to stop her would be an exercise in foolishness. Besides, despite what you may think of him, Bobby has settled down quite a bit in the last couple of weeks, and Dina's the reason why."

"Okay," Jennifer challenged, "Bobby talks a good game, but does he know what he's doing?"

"Yes," Merry replied nodding, but carefully NOT looking at Helen, "Bobby's not a virgin, and we've gone to some effort to ensure that he doesn't embarrass either himself or Dina - although, frankly, I don't think Dina REALLY needed the help. She's fifteen going on forty, you know."

"You're sure? Who in their right mind would sleep with Bobby?" Jennifer challenged.

"We're absolutely certain," Helen declared, "although I'd prefer not to give details."

"To protect the innocent?" Trish quipped, smiling.

"Guilty, more likely," Helen muttered to herself.

Trish and Padma locked eyes. "There's a tale here - and I want to hear it. Give!" Padma nodded. All eyes turned to Helen, who hunkered visibly.

Merry assumed a poker face. "Do you want me to do it?"

"No, I..." Helen started, then slumped. "Yeah, maybe you should. Maybe you can make it sound better."

"I think I can," Merry winked. "When it became apparent that Dina and Bobby were going to be an item," she began, glancing at Jennifer, "Rick raised the same concerns that you've voiced. This was all complicated by some game that they're playing where Dina is pretending to be totally infatuated with Bobby to the point of outrageous sexual conduct at school and other public places."

"Did Bobby instigate this?" Jennifer demanded.

"No, Dina did. And she apparently promised him her virginity tonight if he played along, but didn't make a total ass of himself," Helen interjected. "It's been working, too. Bobby's been beside himself, trying to think of ways to push the edge of the envelope and cater to Dina's penchant for blatant exhibitionism while avoiding pissing her off!"

Merry nodded. "I think that it's more about taming Bobby than showing Dina's ass, but that's definitely a component. As a result, Bobby has been - for Bobby - minding his p's and q's."

"Anyway, Rick decided that if Bobby was going to take Dina's virginity, he should know what he was doing and not screw it - and her - up! So he and Mandi put their heads together, looking for a candidate - an older woman, someone who could control Bobby's behavior and channel it in the proper directions. Someone experienced, who could teach Bobby what he needed to know. Last of all, they needed some kind of handle on this person, because, on the face of it, the request was somewhat outrageous."

Merry looked around the circle of rapt faces, smiled gently, and continued, "When they looked around, they discovered the perfect candidate - one that not only met all of the other criteria, but that they had a handle on, too. A mature, highly sexed woman who had been doing without for over three years, whose frustration was the lever they needed to make the thing work..."

"Me," Helen husked, staring morosely at the floor.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop. Then, "Wow! You slept with Bobby?" Jennifer exclaimed.

"Yes," Helen nodded. "It wasn't romantic - it was sex, but it was a teaching situation, more than anything else. I taught him some techniques to help him control himself, and to help Dina even if he couldn't. I gave him a little basic anatomy, and taught him how everything works, and we talked about protection. On the last session, Dina sat in, and I think she learned a couple of things, too!"

"Were you alone with him?" Ellen asked.

"No, Rick and Mandi were always close by, at least. The time with Dina was the second - and the last. They almost did it then - I taught him to stimulate her by running his cock along her labia, and things almost got out of hand when Dina orgasmed."

"I didn't know about that!" Merry exclaimed, "Cool!"

"Cool? It's child molesting!" Ellen exclaimed.

"I don't think so," Merry replied, "Bobby's above the 'age of consent' for such things, and I'm sure Dina participated of her own free will. In fact, I think it's a good idea! Rick, Robert, and I had a long talk about it, and I think that this is another case of Mrs. Grundy getting in the way of something that basically makes sense! Why let the kids stumble around in ignorance when you can teach them? And remember whose idea this was - it was Rick's, not Helen's." She glanced around at the ring of thoughtful faces.

Jennifer recovered first. "What did Big Al say?" she asked Helen.

Helen smiled wryly, "Well, it didn't make for a good first impression," she admitted, "but ultimately, he thanked me. He said he wished there was an older woman around giving lessons when HE was growing up!" She began to smile. "He's also of the opinion that you can't rape a boy over twelve - they're all too willing..."

"Huh! THAT's for sure!" Trish chuckled. She turned to Padma. "I guess THIS little revelation is probably more sensational that the answers to the questions I was going to ask YOU later!"

"Oh?" That Padma's look of innocence was manufactured was obvious to everyone. "Like what?"

Trish quirked an eyebrow. "Like how you seem to be familiar with the size of my son's cock?"

"Oh," Padma responded faintly. Then she gathered herself and continued, "I discovered Tim and Dolores doing the... sixty nine?"

"And?" Trish knew she hadn't heard it all yet.

Padma's face fell, but she continued, "And Dolores was having trouble. So I offered to coach, since the damage had already been done. Dolores was trying hard, but she was choking a lot; like Ellen, she didn't really believe the 'deep throat' was possible - at least, not with Tim. I couldn't really blame her; after all, he's this long!" She held up her hands almost a foot apart, prompting a collective gasp from the assembly. She looked up, found that she was unable to meet Trish's eye, and began wringing her hands. "I decided a demonstration was required..."

This announcement brought another collective gasp. After a moment, Trish asked in a waspish voice, "And what did Tim think of all this?"

Padma's eyes remained downcast. "I, uh, took him somewhat by surprise," she admitted. "He came almost instantly, and I had a hard time getting away and getting Dolores back into position in time..."

"... Meaning you've actually drunk my son's cum!" Trish exclaimed. Padma nodded dumbly. Trish shook her head, glancing around at the others, but a smile began to creep onto her face. "Well, I think it still takes second to Helen's little revelation, but this tale is certainly a contender!"

The danger of Trish's possible outrage apparently passed, the others began to chuckle, too. "Wow!" Ellen exclaimed, "Things are a lot looser around here than I ever imagined!"

Merry laughed. "I've discovered - recently - that the moral rules that everybody assumes that everyone else lives by are, well, sometimes irrelevant to what's really going on. Sometimes you have to evaluate things and, well, wing it! The only rule that is really important is the golden one."

Trish, having decided to tease Padma, arched her brow and asked, "So, do you expect to service my son again any time soon?" Abruptly, she froze and her expression turned to shock as Padma burst into tears!

Everyone turned to stare at Padma as she wailed, "I'm so bad! It was all Dolores' idea!" Then she went totally incoherent.

Merry and Helen shared a puzzled glance. Merry asked gently, "What's this all about, Hon?"

Padma attempted to gather herself so she could answer and managed to push "Dolores" out around her sobs, but then she got the hiccups and was totally unable to continue.

Helen caught Trish's eye, and Trish shrugged, puzzled. "I can't imagine..." She looked toward the door.

Helen nodded. "I'll get her." Hopping up, she went to the door and bellowed, "Dolores! Get in here!"

In a moment, Dolores' dark curls appeared around the door facing. "What's up?"

"That's what WE want to know!" Helen replied, indicating Dolores' mother's state. Looking beyond Dolores, she told Mandi, "Uh uh. This is private - at least until we figure out exactly what it is! Take the others back to the kitchen. Are you ready?"

"Almost," Mandi assured her.

"Well, go finish up. We have to leave soon." Helen directed. As Mandi turned away, Helen turned her attention to Dolores. "We were discussing some sexual escapade featuring you, your mother, and Tim, and your mother here had a meltdown. We want to know why? The only thing we got out of her was that it was YOUR bright idea..."

Dolores looked up into Trish's eyes, which were trained on her like gun barrels. "Oh, shit..." she murmured, then caught her breath.

"Okay," she sighed, "Here it is: I'm sure you've noticed that I'm an only child? Well, that wasn't the plan. Mama and Poppa planned on about six, the way I understand it, but the war got in the way. Poppa was wounded. The way I understand it, Poppa got what amounted to a vasectomy from a mortar round or something. He was very lucky - everything works - but he's also very sterile. This was a big blow to Mama, who is really, really into kids."

"Having babies by other means just didn't have a lot going for it. Poppa couldn't see paying thousands of dollars to go to a doctor who would squirt stuff donated by some anonymous bum looking for beer money into Mama and cross his fingers. And then charge MORE thousands of dollars if it didn't work! Poppa thought that not knowing the donor was a recipe for all kinds of bad results. And Mama didn't like the sterile, clinical, doctor's office aspects."

"The way I see it, the correct solution would be to pick someone Poppa approves of and have him give Mama babies - preferably the old-fashioned way. I figured the best thing would be if it were one of the family. So I started tempting Mama and twisting Tim's arm..." Dolores wound down, staring at the floor.

There was a moment of dead silence while her audience absorbed this confession, then Trish asked, sharply, "What did Tim have to say about this?"

"He has... reservations... but he's agreed in principle," Dolores said hesitantly.

"He insisted on rules..." Padma struggled with emotion and language, "Conditions!"

"Like?" Trish prompted.

"Poppa has to agree, wholeheartedly. Tim's concerned that Poppa might be hurt by the whole thing. Or embarrassed. He says if Poppa has any reservations at all, it's no go. Oh, and he won't have anything to do with any effort of mine or Mama's to convince him," Dolores amplified.

Trish nodded. "So this hasn't happened yet. Does this have anything to do with the big rush to get married?" Her gaze locked on Padma. "What about your mother's 'condition'?"

Dolores shrugged. "Marriage is MY thing. I want us to be married before Tim does this, if he's going to."

"Why?"

"Well, two reasons," Dolores replied. "First, it makes Tim family. And, second, it... defines the relationships."

"Huh?" Helen interjected.

"If Timmy's my husband," Dolores amplified, "there's a lot less chance of some jackass calling him Mama's boyfriend."

Jennifer tittered despite herself, which helped break the tension, somewhat.

"Isn't this incest, or something?" Ellen demanded.

Merry rolled her eyes. "No," Dolores replied, reasonably. "Mama will have kids, and eventually, I'll have kids, and Tim will have sired Mama's, but he won't be their Poppa. He'll be Poppa to mine. It's not like Mama's kids are going to marry mine! THAT would be incest!" Dolores stopped for a moment, then assumed a hangdog expression. "About Mama's 'condition'. We didn't know you very well when that started, so we didn't know how you'd react to the truth. I was nerving myself up to tell you, but you kind of came up with this 'condition' thing, so we took the easy way out..."

Trish's eyes narrowed. "So there's no 'condition'? Padma's not on borrowed time?"

Dolores stubbed her toe on the rug. "Well, actually, there is a condition. And her time IS limited. That's what made it so easy to go along! She's just not going to die..."

"Soon I'll be approaching the change!" Padma amplified. "I have some time, but if we wait two or three years, it might make a big difference in whether we succeed, or how well!"

"The change?" Trish blurted, uncomprehending.

Helen slapped a hand to her forehead. "Menopause! Padma's running out of childbearing years!"

"Oh!" Trish's eyes saucered. "Of course!"

Padma nodded enthusiastically, and Helen mirrored the action. "Padma's in -what - her mid thirties?" Padma nodded again. "If she goes into full baby-factory mode right away, she might get her half-dozen. If she doesn't, she could lose out totally!"

Trish looked at Padma dubiously. "You really want kids that badly?"

"Oh, yes!" Padma nodded. "And Tim's a good boy. Strong, intelligent, and from a fine family. He'll give us kids we can be proud of!"

Trish sighed, "Okay. I'm in."

"Oh!" Overcome, Padma again began to cry, this time from joy.

Dolores looked sheepish. "Sorry about the 'condition' thing..."

"Well," Trish admitted, "I kind of painted my own picture. Besides, you were right - I'd have never bought this, early on."

Helen glanced at her watch. "Oh Lord! We're going to be late! Dolores, run and get the other girls headed for the cars!" Turning to the other women, she continued, "There's a coffee shop next door to the parlor. Want to reconvene there?" Unanimous nods greeted the suggestion. "Then let's get going!"



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Chapter 96: Beautification and Advice


They took three cars: Trish drove Padma and Dolores, Helen carried Jennifer, Mandi, and Jackie, and Merry drove Ellen, Dina - and Denise, who was basically along for the ride.

Companionable silence reigned in Trish's car. As usual, once Trish decided to support Padma, she gave said support wholeheartedly, allowing Padma to overcome her shame and embarrassment and return to a modicum of calm. Over the past week or so, Trish had come to realize that her daughter-in-law to be was quite a catch for Tim, and if she had a few avant- garde notions about sex, well, it didn't hurt to shake things up, periodically. Trish had known Padma peripherally for several years via Marcus' acquaintance with Bruce, but they had never been close until recently. Trish had discovered in Padma a capable woman of quiet integrity, this morning's revealed antics notwithstanding. In fact, the fact that Padma was so ashamed over something that hadn't even happened yet, but that might put her on shaky ground morally - despite the rewards - confirmed Trish's opinion of her. Trish now recognized the sadness that lurked in the back of Padma's eyes, not as regret, or shame, or fear, or, as she had suspected, an effort at hiding ongoing mistreatment by Marcus (she mentally apologized to Marcus for that suspicion), but rather the longing of a woman for the patter of young feet in her vicinity. Her two boys were a source of grave satisfaction to Trish, but, frankly, only one wouldn't have been. As horrible as little boys are, growing up (and they ARE, compared to little girls!) one wouldn't have kept her busy enough to feel fulfilled. Obviously, Padma had a serious capacity that had gone untapped, and it caused her considerable pain.

Trish reached out and patted Padma's hand on the seat beside her. "So, this was all Dolores' idea?"

"Oh yes!" Padma responded, wide-eyed. "When she first gave? Presented? Presented it to me, I was shocked! I told her she was absolutely mad! But the idea was... seductive. It really is an... elegant... solution. And to have babies again..." Padma's eyes went teary.

Trish patted her hand again. "Well, its sweet, if a little bit outside the box," she said, catching the eye of a suddenly grinning Dolores in the rearview mirror. "But I think Tim's right - Marcus is going to take serious convincing, and he's pretty militant in his views on race. It's going to be an embarrassment to him to have half-white kids, even if they do get their momma's dusky complexion to confuse the issue somewhat." She glanced at Padma, and continued quickly, "That's not a slur - I think you're quite beautiful, and your color is a part of your allure. God knows Dolores is a bombshell! I'm just trying to be objective."

"It's a major hurdle," Dolores admitted, "and I may have to resort to dirty tricks. But Tim has done a good deal of paving the way, just by being Tim. And Poppa thinks a lot of his father. In fact, at one point, I thought about asking you if we could borrow Bruce..."

The car swerved a bit, and Trish's shocked and outraged "WHAT!?" blended with Dolores' peals of laughter.

Dolores mastered her mirth and presented a picture of innocence as she continued, "Well, it wasn't my first choice. But Poppa respects Bruce a lot, and that would make getting his cooperation a lot easier. Besides, Poppa will pass his genes on through me, but they'll be Vincents. Wouldn't it be fair if the Browns collect some Vincent genes?"

"I dunno..." Something basic about the idea bothered Trish.

"Worried that you'll miss out on something?" Dolores taunted. "Mama could lend you Papa..."

"Oh!" Trish exclaimed. The real shock to her system was the quick flash of lust that burned through her at the thought of Marcus Brown hovering over her. Turning to Padma, she exclaimed, "The ideas she has!"

Padma returned a tight grin. "You have no idea!" That was the closest she intended to come to briefing Trish on Dolores' OTHER plans.

Dolores sat back grinning like a cat. She'd detected what Trish hadn't said - that there was a hook here that, baited properly, could land her mother-in-law to be.

In the other two vehicles, curiosity ran rampant - and was just as quickly squashed.

"What was the big uproar in the den?" Jackie asked.

Well..." said Jennifer.

"Helen chopped it off. "Just a little momentary upset over the wedding plans." She favored Jennifer with a warning look.

"Yeah," Jennifer amplified. "These things are stressful."

In the other car, Denise was a bit more persistent. "Sounded like Dolores' momma melted down. What happened?

Merry shared a look with Ellen. "Well, Padma and Trish had a slight difference of opinion over the wedding plans..."

"Cool! Let us in on the dirt!" Denise enthused.

"I think that this is between Trish, Padma, and Dolores," Ellen advised. "They'll let you know if they want you to hear about it."

The group arrived at the beauty parlor, and the girls settled in under the care of the professionals. Denise made the rounds, kibitzing, and the women retired to the coffee shop.

Ellen sipped her latte, and announced, "You gals are a bit wild for me! I can't believe what I've been hearing! I came to you for advice, but..."

Merry crossed glances with Helen, and opened her mouth, but Trish beat her to the punch. "Hon, your whole problem is that you have no concept of what's racy, and what's mainstream! Sure, there have been some surprises this morning, but you haven't even been up for the small stuff!"

Padma piped up, "I don't pretend to be proud of my failings, but I know how to please a man! From what I can tell, even Jennifer does - she's just out of practice! On the other hand, you don't!"

Merry shook her head. "You need help, or you're gonna lose your man... Why don't you check your preconceptions at the door, Hon - otherwise, I don't see how we can help you!"

Ellen turned to Jennifer, and rasped, "Are you going to pound on me, too?"

Jennifer shrugged. "I'm the lightweight in this group; I don't know if I really have much to add. But I do know this: You've been playing Mrs. Grundy all morning, applying the rules of the nosy and small-minded to every situation. I don't really think that's you, but you might think it's a defensible position. From where I sit, though, people who claim to live by Mrs. Grundy's rules come in two - maybe three - groups: lying hypocrites, and people for whom sex has had all of the fun leached out of it."

This comment brought general laughter, while Ellen frowned in self- examination. Merry, still chuckling, asked, "What's the third possible group?"

"The ones who are so screwed up that they're lying, but they STILL have no fun!" Jennifer replied, grinning.

Merry sobered. "I think I was in THAT group... recently!"

"I think," Ellen said in a quiet voice, "I still am..."

Jennifer regarded her gravely. "Everyone here has been pretty open and above-board this morning, and we've told each other things that could make our lives ugly if they came out. You don't have to hide behind Mrs. Grundy with us."

"I - I'm not sure I know any better!" Ellen wailed.

"Well, were here to help, Honey," Helen soothed. "Just try not to be so judgmental. Merry made a point a while back - the more things you're open to, the less likely Paul will follow through on his threats. But you might need to start with baby steps, until you get a better feel for things. Tell me, Dear, what HAVE you done with Paul?"

"Uh, well, we've had sex..." Ellen stuttered.

"Successfully, at least once!" Merry tittered, then composed herself. "Sorry!"

Trish took over. "How, Hon? Missionary style?"

"I - I think so... Are there a lot of ways?"

"Ellen, have you ever heard of the Kama Sutra?" Padma chided.

"Yes!" Ellen announced, defensively, "So?"

"It's a sex manual. There are hundreds of ways, some of which are absolutely ridiculous."

"Okay, I knew that," Ellen nodded.

"But you didn't believe it, did you?" Trish inquired.

"Well, no."

"Okay, so now you do. Tell us about your standard method," Trish prompted.

"Okay. Uh, let's see, me on my back, with Paul on top. That's missionary, right?" Ellen responded.

Trish nodded, but Merry wasn't satisfied. "Do you wrap your legs around his waist?"

"Um, no..."

"Where are they? Do you put 'em up over his arms, or on his shoulders?" Merry prompted.

"God, no!" Ellen replied, "They're stretched out!"

Merry nodded tightly. "With his on the outside?"

"Well, yes..." Ellen replied, puzzled. She glanced around. Jennifer was poker faced. Padma looked puzzled. Trish frowned and rubbed her forehead.

Helen locked eyes with Merry. "Thanks, Mer - I'd have never thought to ask..."

Merry looked positively grim. "I pulled that stupid shit with Robert for longer than I care to think about!"

"What?!" Surprise warred with irritation at Merry's vehemence.

"Honey," Helen said gently, "How long is Paul's cock?"

"Oh, I don't know... Erect?" Ellen held up her hands, index fingers bracketing a space a bit over six inches. "I don't see it much..."

"Under the covers, in the dark, right?" Merry rolled her eyes. Ellen nodded, sheepish.

"How much of that do you figure you've ever felt inside?" was Helen's gentle rejoinder.

"Um. We've had problems, periodically," Ellen replied. "I gather something isn't right?"

"Honey, if you lift your legs and let him in between, he'll get 2 or three more inches in. It'll be better for BOTH of you!" Helen offered.

"Really?" Ellen asked dubiously.

"Really!" Merry confirmed. "In fact, if you pull your legs up, he can get into more of a push-up position, and he can get better traction. He's holding your shoulders or something now, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Does he hurt your shoulders, sometimes?" Merry asked gently.

"Uh huh."

"Well, that's because he can't get any decent penetration. The more your legs come up, the better he can get at you, and he doesn't have to lay on you and pull to do it. If you let him, he'll come up on his hands, and..." Merry started moving her hands around, ineffectually, then shrugged, looking at Helen. "I can't figure a way to explain properly!"

Helen chuckled, "Well, don't look at me! I'm not that limber!" She looked around. "How about if we move to that booth in the back..." After a concert of shrugs announced everyone's willingness, Helen led the move. "Okay, let's see... Thank God it's nice and wide... Um... Padma, Ellen, and Trish along the wall; Jennifer, myself and Merry facing. Trish, you keep an eye out for gawkers - I've got a feeling Merry's going to have to get graphic."

Trish tittered, "Okay!"

Merry shook her head. "Not good enough. Ellen along the outside. She'll draw attention trying to look under the table!"

"Get that chair!" Padma suggested. "Ellen can sit in it! Jennifer can sit between us, which will give Merry more room!"

"Good plan!" Helen exclaimed. Everyone shifted around.

After everyone was settled, Merry looked at Trish. "Okay?"

"Wait a sec, we're still interesting." Trish favored a curious teen with a hard stare, and he looked away guiltily. "Okay."

The first thing Merry did was flip up her skirt, baring her crotch to the waist. Ellen gasped, and Helen crooked an eyebrow. Padma covered her mouth to keep from giggling. Merry offered a challenging stare. "She's GOT to see!" she insisted. Helen shrugged. Merry turned her attention to Ellen, who had basically regained her aplomb. She slouched down and straightened her legs. "Okay," she began, laying her palm flat along her pudenda, "This is what you've been giving Paul." She dropped her middle finger so that it lay along her slit. "It's tough to get all the way to the opening from here," she continued calmly, "which makes it a poor position." She raised up a bit and lifted and spread her outside leg, placing her foot on the seat, which left her outrageously exposed, and continued calmly, "What you WANT to do is present yourself more like this, which allows him to shift to a position that places him against you like this..." She laid her palm flat along her labia. Ellen watched, entranced, as she curled a finger and obviously slipped it deep inside her vaginal opening. "See how much more gets inside?" she asked.

Ellen, beet red, gasped, "Uh huh!"

Merry caught Trish's eye. "Are we okay?"

"Yeah," Trish nodded.

"Now," Merry continued pedantically, as she laid back across Helen's lap and lifted the other leg, "you can put your feet flat on the bed like this..." She spread her feet as far as she could on the seat. Ellen was staring directly at her crotch, blushing brightly. "Obviously, this offers him several positional options... Trish? Can you demonstrate without being too obvious?" Trish signaled Padma to take the watch with her eyes, then, pretending to be collecting something from Helen, laid herself across Merry, first prone, then rising to nearly vertical. "See?" Merry's voice came, somewhat muffled. "On the right furniture, he can even stand up!"

Ellen managed another strangled "Uh huh!" and Merry continued, "With a little imagination, you can see that the higher your legs go, the deeper he can get. If you drape a leg like this..." She raised her outside leg a bit and draped it over Trish's forearm, "it makes it pretty easy to bring the flat plane of your pussy against his pubic bone. And if he goes too deep, you can just push him back with your legs!" She demonstrated, and Trish backed off and went to sit down. Merry rose up again. "Understand?"

"Yeah!" Ellen had moved beyond embarrassment, and was managing to think about the whole thing. "I see!"

"You and I - and Jennifer," Merry observed, "are thinner and probably a bit more flexible than the other girls. It's actually possible to put your legs over his shoulders - and you can still control his depth by straightening your legs!"

"Okay!" Ellen responded. "Yeah, I get it! That's the way?"

"That's A way," Merry corrected, "A much better way than you've been using. But it's not the only way, by any means!" She got up on her hands and knees, and looked back at Ellen over her shoulder, winking. "Personally, I like doggy style. Once again, with the right furniture, he can stand up! He can grab your hips and really go deep! Trish?"

"Okay!" Ellen waved her off, "I get it! No need to demonstrate!"

Merry seated herself. "We haven't even talked about things like reverse cowgirl..."

"Huh?" said Ellen.

"Well, let's start with cowgirl," Merry amplified. "He lays on his back, and you climb astride him and, well, sit on it!" Ellen's eyes glazed and her mouth made a silent O as she visualized it. "The benefit is that you're in control. The drawback is that you do all the work."

Trish grunted. "My husband can drive that one from the bottom, believe it or not!"

"Really?" Ellen asked, surprised.

Helen supplied the answer. "Really. Remember, you're setting off his most basic instincts, which are to try to drive that thing right through you! You'd be surprised!"

"Um," Ellen grunted. "And reverse cowgirl?"

"Same basic position, only you face his feet," Merry supplied. "You can do this stuff in a chair, too." She smoothed her skirt. "Questions?"

"Don't the blankets get in the way?"

Merry rolled her eyes. "Yeesh! NO BLANKETS! And leave the light on - it helps him to see you! Close your eyes, if you've got to, but let him see what he's doing!" She caught Trish's blush out of the corner of her eye. "You're kidding! You don't!"

Trish ducked her head. "I get embarrassed."

"Honey, if he loves you, he wants to see you all flushed!" Merry insisted, "Guaranteed!" Helen nodded agreement.

"Okay, what else am I missing?" Ellen asked. Gone was the finger pointing, shock and surprise. Ellen was in learning mode.

"About a thousand things, apparently," was Merry's sarcastic rejoinder. "But I think we need to go slow. If you try two dozen new things simultaneously, you're bound to screw a bunch of them up - I did! If you do one or two right, however, things will go much better. It's too bad that you can't take lessons - it would help if you were confident..." Merry's eyes glazed over. She was looking at Helen, and the evening's plans with Ann popped into her head.

"Merry?" Ellen's glance turned quizzical.

"Huh? Sorry." Merry leaned forward. "Look, I can't really dangle this without my master's approval, but would it help if you DID get lessons? If you got to see it - maybe got help?"

"Well, uh, yeah, maybe," Ellen replied, frowning in thought. "I don't know if I could stand the embarrassment..."

"Yeah, well, it was just a thought..." Merry replied. "If the idea grows on you, have your husband call my master and maybe they can work something out. We're not swingers, or anything, but Robert likes to capitalize on new opportunities."

There was a bit of shocked silence, and Merry belatedly realized that she had shocked ALL of her companions. Helen was the first to recover, looking thoughtful. "You know, it's not as if the idea is THAT wild!" she ruminated. "We were pretty limited by this public setting. A little all- girl show and tell at someone's house some afternoon wouldn't hurt - and might be beneficial!"

"Well," Ellen temporized, "I'm not a lesbian..."

Helen looked around at the others, then grinned. "I don't think anyone else here is, either. We can keep it male-oriented - just without males! A couple of toys as teaching aids... We could get a little better look at some positions..."

"I think it's a grand idea!" Jennifer announced. "There's a lot of stuff I've never done, and I'm pretty sure I'm done doing without... I need some pointers!"

This addition to the student body made a big difference to Ellen, and she began to display some enthusiasm. "Yeah, okay. When? Where?"

Helen frowned. "Well, today is pretty packed. I'd say sometime next week. At my place, I guess - I've got toys..." She grinned.

Jennifer blushed scarlet. "Do they include a soft rubber vibrator, about six inches long, that looks remarkably like the real thing?"

Helen's eyes twinkled. "That's Mandi's!"

"Um," Jennifer continued diffidently, "Jackie apparently borrowed it and left it for me!"

"And?" Helen quirked an eyebrow.

"Wow! I had NO IDEA!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"Huh? What? I'm missing something..." Ellen complained.

Jennifer looked around, and leaned forward murmuring conspiratorially, "Vibrators! I'd never... I laid it alongside my..." She stopped, unable to get it out.

Helen chuckled. "What Jennifer is trying to say is that if you apply a vibrator to your clit, you're going to notice the effect, right away!"

"Clit?" Ellen repeated stupidly.

"Good God!" Merry hissed, "You don't know what a clitoris is? What about labia?"

"Well, I think I..." Ellen stopped, blinked. "Labia?"

Merry rolled her eyes. "Trish, is that little shit over there looking?" Trish shook her head, and up came the skirt. Merry raised her leg, and opened her crotch to Ellen's examination again. "These are labia," she announced, pulling on her nether lips. "There are another, smaller set inside. The clit is here..." She laid her finger along the clitoral hood. "Actually, this covers it - it's the little bundle of nerves inside. The hood pulls back..." she demonstrated, drawing back on it with the finger, "when you get excited during sex. It's a source of intense sensation - the easiest way to get off when you're masturbating." She paused abruptly and eyed Ellen. "You DO masturbate, don't you? You know - frig yourself?"

Ellen hung her head. "No," she husked, "I was taught that it was dirty..."

Merry looked at Helen, sighing in exasperation, "I don't know if we can WAIT a couple of days! What a case of arrested development!" She gathered herself. "Does Paul touch you there?"

"No, not much," Ellen sighed, "Only while he's putting his - thing - in."

"He doesn't? Why not?" Padma was incredulous. "How does he get you hot?"

"Mostly, he kisses my titties," Ellen confided, "I like that. Actually, he doesn't mess around down there because I was pretty adamant about it. He probably would if I let him."

Merry shook her head. "The way things are going, I think we'd better confirm the basics. Hon, have you ever had an orgasm?" She assumed a skeptical expression at Ellen's nod. "Describe one."

"Okay," Ellen replied, "It's when the sensations get really intense. My nervous system seems to short-circuit, and I kinda lose control while the waves wash over me, and my... pussy... pulsates. Paul likes that."

"Okay, sounds like you managed to get there, somehow," Merry allowed, "Do you do it often?"

"No," Ellen sighed, "hardly ever. I nearly scared Paul to death the first time. Then he tried real hard for a long time, but after a while, he seemed to give up. I'd feel good, but after a while, I'd start to get sore, and then it would go away."

Merry nodded, and Helen interjected, "Well, Honey, we're going to try to suggest some ideas that will help you get there more often. Okay?"

"Okay."

"All right!" Helen smiled. "The first thing, we've already talked about. We want you to change your position and let him between your legs. Get 'em out of the way, off to the sides, and lift 'em if possible. That gets him a better shot at getting deeper inside. You can cross your legs over his back or thighs - that'll help you keep 'em there, and if you find that you like it really deep, you can help pull him in!"

"O-okay!" Ellen looked a bit glazed as she absorbed this.

Merry took up the thread. "The change in position has another benefit: Your current position has him dragging his cock along your pussy lips like this, right?" Since her right foot was still on the seat, Merry demonstrated by sliding her finger up and down between her labia. "That's actually not too bad for stimulating the clitoris, but you're not well- lubricated there - so you dry out and friction gets painful. Right?"

Ellen's eyebrows rose and she nodded briskly. "Uh huh!"

"Okay, if he comes at you like this..." She demonstrated by extending her middle finger below the flat plane of the rest of her hand and sliding it into her vaginal opening until her palm was flat against her labia and withdrawing it a couple of times. "... you're better lubricated inside, and you avoid the friction problems. He'll be bumping your clit, but not sliding against it so much, which will improve your chances of avoiding friction burn." Belatedly, Merry dropped her leg from the position which had been exposing her for the past several minutes. "Got it?"

"Uh huh!" Ellen nodded, all attention.

"You can hedge your bets by buying a tube of K-Y jelly to help extend your lubrication, if you find you need it," Helen pointed out. "There are other, sexier lubricants at sex shops, but K-Y is readily available and works fine."

"But there is another, better method you should try first," Merry asserted. "You can let Paul play with your pussy!"

"Huh?"

Merry grinned. "The way I understand it, right now you've got Paul kissing you and playing with your tits for a while, then climbing on in the dark and trying to get his. Right?"

"Well, yes," Ellen admitted, "That's a little harsher than I'd put it, but..."

"Okay," Merry continued to grin, "What I recommend is that you allow him to fool around with you down there. If he has ANY idea what he's doing, you'll get wetter - and hotter - and the chances of you enjoying the whole thing go up a lot!"

Ellen looked to Helen for confirmation, and she nodded, but it was Trish who said, "If he has any idea what he's doing, you'll be halfway to orgasm before he slides his cock into you. Add the lubrication, better fit, deeper penetration... You're gonna be pleasantly surprised!"

"Okay," Ellen said dubiously, "but he's used to doing it the old way. How do I get him to change?"

"Well, you could tell him," Merry chuckled, "but old habits die hard. On the other hand, if you leave the lights on and the blankets off, and let him know one way or another that it's okay, I guarantee he'll act like a kid in a candy store. You might even get a little tongue ride!"

Trish snorted and nearly choked on her coffee, laughing. Ellen blushed. "Really?"

Helen nodded. "Oh, yes! And if he offers DON'T stop him! I guarantee you won't want him to stop if he gets started!"

"Wow! Okay! Thanks, Helen, Merry - or is it Marilyn?" Ellen enthused.

"Well, it's complicated, but to people who know WHAT I am, WHO I am is 'Merry'."

Trish shook her head. "I guess I don't get it."

Merry took a breath. "Okay, it works like this: The name on my birth certificate is Marilyn. But my master, whose opinion is the only one that counts, has temporarily hung the name Merry on me. By the way, that's not M-A-R-Y, it's M-E-R-R-Y, as in Merry Christmas! Robert says he calls me that because it's my job to make him merry. Strangers call me Marilyn, but I like it if people who know my secret call me Merry in private."

"I think I'm part way there, but..." Ellen murmured, perplexed.

"Let's try this:" Merry began, "Let's say you bought a horse - or a dog, maybe a terrier. The dog has a pedigree, and papers from the AKC that say his name is 'Johnstone's Red Avenger of Nyack'. From a breeder's standpoint, that's his name. But if you're teaching him to sit, he can't be 'Johnstone's Red Avenger of Nyack'; by the time you get all of that out, he's asleep at your feet. So you call him Spot. If you decide you don't like Spot, you can call him something else next week - it's purely a matter between you and him."

"Similarly, my birth certificate calls me Marilyn, as does the government and other strangers. But I'm not a 'person' in the formal sense - I gave up my civil rights when I submitted myself to Robert. So I'm property, or, at best, livestock, owned by Robert. And he chooses to call me 'Merry'. Next week, it might be 'Faith', and it might be 'Shithead'; whatever it is, I'll answer to it with 'Yes, Master?'"

Helen frowned. "What's this about civil rights?"

"Robert is pursuing legal means to make my legal status as close to the reality as he can get it in this country - with my approval, as if that matters. One of the lawyers at work is putting together the pieces - I expect it will involve wills and power of attorney and such. But the reality is that HE knows I'm a slave, and I know I'm a slave, and nobody else's opinion really counts for much!" Merry announced.

Trish, Padma, and Ellen were obviously perplexed, but Helen raised her hands and shrugged. "Hey, I've been all through this with her. Bottom line is that she LIKES it this way, and it's what she WANTS. Isn't that freedom, by some definitions?"

Inside the beauty parlor, Denise waited impatiently until Dolores came back from her shampoo, then proceeded to assuage her curiosity. "Hey, Do, what was the uproar in the den this morning?"

Dolores shrugged and grinned. "Tim's mama was a suspicious sort when we first met her, so we told her a couple of stretchers in order to get our way about the wedding plans," she related, more or less honestly. "Mama had an attack of conscience and got all blubbery about it. Trish is a tough act when you start out with her, but she's really a pussycat, so all's forgiven. In fact," she simpered, "she's offered to help us overcome some balky man- type problems..."

Denise chuckled. "When you've got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow..."

Dolores stifled a guffaw as the beautician, a blowsy woman named Alexis, started evaluating her hair. "What are you thinking, Honey?" she asked.

"Well," Dolores replied, "it usually stands straight out like this... It'd be nice if for once it was under some kind of control..."

"I'd give a lot to have this stuff," Alexis observed, "but I can understand why you'd want something different. Total control might not be the thing either. Let me see what I can do."

Mandi was well along, her team having managed to accentuate the red highlights in her somewhat mousy brown hair, then coif it into an upswept style that bared her neck and de-emphasized her size by making her look extremely vulnerable. Having cross-checked the powder blue color of her dress, the manicurist was busy creating a nail design from it, silver, and a hint of red.

Jackie, on the other hand, was getting somewhat the opposite treatment. Her hairdresser was applying some streaking in a somewhat darker, auburn color that de-emphasized some of the more brassy red elements in her mane and creating a conical pile of curls designed to increase her apparent height while leaving a single, carefully calculated wisp to hang like a relaxed spring straight down along her cheek. She would get a bit of glitter here and there to emphasize the silver stars appliqu•d onto her dress.

Dina's chosen look was startling, and would not please her mother, not that she cared. Her beautician, Peggy, a wispy item with spiked hair and a number of piercings was busy straightening her short dark curls so that they stood straight out in a broom-like fluff around her head - not straight up, but rather outward in a very wide cone. Added to this was an application of stark white makeup with black shadows over her face and upper body patterned after a 'Farscape' character and providing a sultry, alluring look augmented by the illusion of somewhat more rounded, sensuous curves. If a male eye tracked across the shadows artfully applied between her breasts, for instance, it would be caught and held by the illusion of much larger, plumper orbs that it presented. The only highlight - bright red lipstick applied thinly OVER a layer of black, made her look like a cross between the character in question and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. The problem was that it was actually quite fetching, and combined with her somewhat revealing black dress, it was bound to attract quite a bit of attention. Dina and Denise chattered with Peggy as she worked, Denise ensuring that she understood the techniques and could make any necessary repairs on the body paint for Dina. "Your Mum is gonna shit a brick!" Denise chuckled.

Dina laughed, nodding. "Fortunately, I know her. There's no denying the effect, so even though she screams bloody murder, she won't make me take it off."

"When are you going to alter the top?" Denise murmured conspiratorially.

"I already have!" Dina chuckled. "I'll flip down the unnecessary parts on the way to the Prom - or maybe after I've been there a while, and the initial sensation wears off."

"Okay," Ellen announced, "I've learned MAYBE enough to be able to start pleasing Paul - now what do I tell him?"

Helen frowned in thought. "Well, I think that the first thing on the agenda is to announce that you recognize that you have lost the right to deny him sex - ever, under any conditions."

"What?" Ellen queried, shocked, "That seems pretty extreme..."

Jennifer piped up, diffidently, "I hesitate to mention this, but it might be relevant. Terry once spoke about what he considers serious issues in a relationship. The subject of withholding sex was mentioned, and while I don't think he mentioned any names, his tone was... venomous. If Paul puts you out, don't expect any sympathy from your son."

"You're in serious trouble, Honey!" Merry insisted, "Everything you've said tells me that he's ALREADY made up his mind; he's just granting you the courtesy of being able to change it! You're seriously out on a limb! If you don't think you can take serious measures to recover, you might as well kiss your current situation goodbye!"

Ellen's eyes got huge, and her mouth dropped open. After a moment, she sputtered, "What do you think I should say?"

"I don't propose to tell you exact wording," Merry declared, "but you need to make it clear that for the foreseeable future, if he wants sex, the most resistance he's going to get from you is 'Honey, can you give me 20 minutes for the Excedrin to go to work on this headache?', followed in nineteen minutes and thirty seconds by the splat of your panties hitting the floor!"

Padma burst into giggles. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, wiping her eyes, "You DO have a way with words!"

"It WAS pretty colorful," Helen smirked, then turned serious, "but I think she's right! The things he's said - especially the cool divorce talk - says he's not fooling around, and, frankly, he doesn't expect you to step up to the plate. You need to come big, or stay home. Maybe leave home is more accurate..."

Fear was writ large on Ellen's face. "Do I stand a chance?"

"Well, I think so, or he'd have just kicked you out. I think he WANTS you to deliver - he just doesn't expect it," Helen theorized.

"Okay, so, anytime he wants it, he gets it. What else?" Ellen asked.

"Well, if it was me, I'd let him know that the old rules are out the window - that you're trying to adjust, learn new things," Merry offered. "And if it was me, I'd let him know that, while he needs to take it easy and give you some time to work up to it, no reasonable request will go unserviced."

"That's a pretty broad mandate," Trish observed. "How do you define reasonable?"

Merry's eyes were like gun barrels. "Don't knock it until you've tried it." She backed off a bit, visibly. "Of course, he needs to understand that the two of you need to conquer the basics before moving on to advanced stuff. And you may think that this is too broad a scope, and want to set limits. But I don't think they're a good idea, and, frankly, you've proven that you don't know enough to set intelligent ones!"

Helen grimaced, but Ellen nodded, "That's fair."

Helen added, "If things go well, you may never have to worry about limits. He'll be happy with the improvements and not push too hard. Not that you should EXPECT to get away with it..." She paused, then: "Actions speak louder than words, though - and in case you haven't noticed, tonight will be primetime - a Saturday night that you'll be home all night with Paul and WITHOUT Terry!"

Merry nodded. "Talk's cheap - you'd better plan to deliver. So, what's the plan?"

"Um," Ellen blinked. "Get some K-Y. Present the plan." She stopped. "What if he doesn't like it?"

"Then you're screwed," Trish advised. "The next possible offer is Merry's condition - and I doubt that THAT has occurred to him. If he won't take what you're offering, he won't take anything!"

"Okay," Ellen drew a shaky breath, "we assume success. Bedtime, lights on, encourage him to play with my p-pussy, spread the legs so he can go deep. Tell him if there's a problem..."

"You can tell him he's doing it right, too, Hon," Helen advised. "Oh, and get happy! Nothing will work if you act like you're going to the gallows! Don't fake it - expect things to go well, and they will!"

"Yeah," Ellen replied, then after a moment with greater conviction, "Yeah! Why shouldn't they? Look at all the improvements we'll be working on!"

"Good girl!" Merry encouraged. She looked around. "Hey, shouldn't we go check on things?"



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Chapter 97: Other preparations


"I can NOT believe that you plan to go to the Prom looking like that!" Merry complained in the car on the way home. "What do you think you're doing?"

Denise covered her mouth to keep the chuckles from leaking out, while Dina presented a look of offended innocence. "I'm making a statement! Certainly you have to agree that it's a striking look!"

"I guess!" Merry returned with withering scorn. "You might as well have tattooed 'Sex object' across your forehead!"

Dina turned to Denise with an expression of feigned inspiration. "Now THAT's an idea! Could you help me with that, Neesy?"

"Well," Denise returned in mock seriousness, "I don't know. Do I need to do the lettering backwards so you can read it in the mirror?" She couldn't hold the pose, though, and collapsed against the door in helpless laughter.

"Hmmph!" Merry grinned despite herself. "It's a good thing you're going with Bobby - no one else would put up with you!"

"You ain't seen nothin' yet..." Dina murmured under her breath, triggering another gleeful howl from Denise.

"Okay, gimme another inch, so I can line up the transaxle," Mike directed, and Bobby let a link of chain slip through his fingers, lowering the new motor the brothers were installing in his car the required distance on the chain hoist.

"Gonna finish?" Big Al asked, ambling up.

"Yeah," Mike announced confidently. "Squirt'll be able to drive his bomb to the Prom tonight."

"Hey!" Bobby howled, offended, "Don't call me that!"

"Whassamatter, truth hurt?" Al rumbled, earning a glare from his younger son.

"It might," Bobby sulked, "If it WAS the truth!"

"Then who cares?" Al replied indifferently.

Mike had totally ignored the exchange, wielding a ratchet on mount bolts. "Gimme another bolt." He directed, reaching out blindly behind himself from his position half-buried in the engine compartment.

Bobby locked the hoist and selected another bolt from the pile on the floor. "Here. Are we really gonna make it?"

"Yah," Mike returned, "As long as the fuel injection system primes properly, you're all set."

"Don't get too filthy," Al directed, "Black fingers don't go well with a tux."

"Well, it's a black one," Bobby retorted. "So's Dina's dress!"

"Yeah, but a white shirt goes under it - and Dina's skin'll show the grease!" Al riposted, grinning.

Bobby's next comment was preempted by a muffled voice from the engine compartment. "Shaddap and gimme another bolt!"

Terry spent the afternoon fidgeting. He'd barely finished cleaning his car out when his mother returned home from her outing with the girls. "How does she look?" he asked.

Ellen turned an enigmatic glance upon him, "You'll be pleased. Did you pick up her corsage?"

Terry freaked. "Corsage?" All of the blood drained from his face.

Ellen laughed. "Best get to the florist!" she directed. "Tell them something for a redhead in a powder blue dress. And get yourself a boutonniere!"

Terry rushed out, frantically placing calls on his cell phone. Had the others also forgotten?

It turned out that Bobby had, but everyone else was on track. Fortunately, it gave him an excuse to take a test drive, which surfaced a cooling system problem. Al stuck his head in the door while Mike was cursing the stuck thermostat. "So, what're you gonna do about Jennifer?"

Mike frowned. "I dunno. She won't answer my calls..."

"I just got off the phone with Helen," Al related, "and she had a long talk with Jennifer this morning - girl talk, that kinda thing. She says Jennifer's terminally embarrassed over the other night. She's afraid you think she's some kinda slut or something." He paused a second, regarding his son, poker faced. "Well, do ya?"

"No," Mike replied, then his face split in a grin, "But I can hope!"

"Well," Al continued, chuckling, "Helen says that she's comin' around, and that she's suffering a bit, too, now that she remembers sex. But she figures Jennifer's gonna stay away out of shame - unless you shame her out of it."

"Huh? How?"

Al grinned like a shark. "Well, Helen had this idea..."

Tim looked up from cleaning the seats in his car, to find his mother standing there with her arms crossed and an eyebrow arched. "Mom?"

"I was just wondering..." Trish asked casually, "... how many children you intend to sire."

Tim took the remark between the eyes, then recovered. There was no way... He schooled his features. "Huh? Oh, I dunno..."

"... and on whom!" Trish grinned like a cat as she let the other shoe drop.

"Uhhh..." Tim stopped talking, unsure where to go from here.

"I had an interesting talk with Dolores and Padma this morning," Trish went on, "and it seems that they have big plans for you."

"Anything I should know about?" Tim asked cautiously.

Trish smiled, enjoying herself. "So, Dolores has surprised you periodically, huh?"

"A couple of times," Tim admitted, still cautious. How much DID she know?

"Padma, too?" Trish teased.

"Well, yeah..."

"I understand," Trish set the barb, "that - at least ONE way - you're somewhat closer to your mother-in-law to be that you are to ME!"

Tim decided it was best to play dumb, "Meaning?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Trish regarded him sidelong, "Something about a lesson in deep throat?"

Tim blushed bright red. "She took me by surprise!" he protested, then grinned, "Then I took HER by surprise..."

"Hmm?" Trish inquired.

"I, uh..." 'Jeezus', he thought, 'How do you discuss these things with your mother?' "I gave her a mouthful," he finished, embarrassed.

Trish chuckled, "So I heard!" She paused a moment, then: "I also hear they're big on having kids - both of them. In fact, I heard that they're big on Padma having kids..."

Tim waited her out, silently.

Trish confirmed his suspicions. "... And I hear that you're on tap to provide them!"

Tim with some trepidation, tried to decipher his mother's expression. How had she taken that bombshell? How much trouble was he in? He still had trouble believing that they actually TOLD her... "That's not been settled yet."

"I know," Trish replied, "and I applaud your concern for Marcus' feelings. This is a pretty wild and hairy thing they're planning. I hear it was Dolores' idea..."

"Yeah," Tim admitted, "I pretty much freaked when she came out with it, but..."

Trish's eyes crinkled. "You can't deny her much, can you?"

"Long term?" Tim sighed. "No. She's..."

"Worth it?" Trish guessed.

Tim, who had actually been struggling to express something a good deal more complex, shrugged and took the easy way out, "Yes."

Trish chuckled. "Do you know what the backup plan was?" she asked. "Dolores was going to approach your father!" When Tim's eyes bulged in shock, Trish said, precociously, "Hell, for the right incentives, I might let 'em!"

Tim mastered his expression with an effort, being intensely aware of what Dolores was offering Marcus as an incentive. Did Mom know THAT? Tim figured that she didn't - that was going 'way over the edge - but obviously Mom had been offered something... 

Trish didn't fail to detect the calculation in his expression. What was he thinking? Obviously, he knew something he wasn't telling. And had her little joke about Dolores' offer struck a nerve?

"Are they offering incentives, then?" Tim asked.

"I..." Trish abruptly shut up, having found herself hoist on her own petard.

"I can guess!" Tim grinned. "It seems I get to learn something interesting about YOU!"

Tim had turned the tables thoroughly, and Trish was unprepared. "Um..." she said shakily, thinking furiously.

"Want me to tell 'em you're interested?" Tim leered.

Trish tried to manufacture some outraged bluster, but Tim just stared her down, smiling sardonically. "Okay, guilty as charged," she acknowledged, blushing. "This doesn't make me an awful person, does it?"

"Not to me!" Tim grinned.

"I've never... had... a black man before. Truth be told, I've never had anyone but your father! But some of the subjects that came up this morning... got me to thinking. Maybe it'd be fun if your father and I... stepped out, a bit..."

"Well, if you're looking for an experience," Tim laughed, "Marcus Brown is stereotypical, not typical." He held up his hands, measuring off a length almost a foot long.

"How do YOU know?" Trish asked.

"Let's just say I caught him letting Padma practice her deep throat technique..." Tim leered.

"She seems to practice that a lot!" Trish laughed.

"She's pretty good at it, as far as I can see..." Tim offered, grinning, "If you're looking for pointers..."

Trish put her hands on her hips. "And who would I use for a teaching aid? Your father? Marcus?" Tim hugged her around the shoulders, and they walked to the house, chuckling. Trish successfully masked the fact that a third possibility occurred to her.

Eddie was sitting on the couch watching TV when the pair entered the house. "So, Runt, what are YOU doing tonight?" Tim asked.

Eddie looked up. "Gonna spend the ni - evening with Denise at her house," he replied, amending his remarks upon discovery of his mother in the room.

"I see," Trish retorted, "and will Helen be there?" Her eyes dared Eddie to lie.

Eddie knew better. "No," he replied tonelessly, mentally waving goodbye to his evening.

Trish regarded her younger son for a moment, then upped the ante. "So," she said casually while watching him like a hawk, "Are you sleeping with her yet?"

'Shit, shit, shit!' went through Eddies mind as he considered his reply. The mothers had been together all morning... He settled for an equally toneless "Yes."

"You pass," Trish announced, nodding tightly. "Son, Denise's chequered career came up in conversation this morning - and we think that there's some justification for your belief that Denise was abused at some point. You be good to her!" She turned and stalked off.

Eddie was glaring at his older brother when his preparations to give him Hell for the demolition of his weekend was cut short by his mother's directive, delivered over her shoulder, "Take an overnight bag - and a toothbrush! Nothing erodes a relationship like morning breath!"

Tim chuckled as Eddie's face melted into shock. "You should have seen the shellacking she gave me! The conversation they must have had!" He shook his head. "Scary!" His tone became businesslike, "Don't trash my car, and I'll give you a lift on the way to pick up Dolores!"

Eddie nodded, his mind shifting gears, "Cool."



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Chapter 98: Various departures and arrivals


Rick presented himself for his mother's inspection, looking natty in a tux with a powder blue cummerbund.

Merry, gloriously nude, examined her son's attire with a critical eye, while reflecting wryly that the previous evening's activities had put a dent in her capability to be unselfconscious about her nudity around him. She made a miniscule adjustment to his tie, stepped back to examine the result, and announced, "Not bad! You'll make a fine compliment to Mandi. Be sure you compliment her on her look - she has gone to some effort!"

"Hmph!" Rick retorted. "I prefer her dressed as YOU are!"

But he didn't add a leer, and Merry managed to hold onto her aplomb as she replied, "I'm sure she prefers it, too, but this is a public gathering. When are you leaving?"

"Fifteen - twenty minutes," Rick replied coolly. "I'm taking Denise back home with me, as soon as they're done upstairs, touching up Dina's body makeup."

"How far along is she?" Merry asked.

"Who, Elvira?" came the laughing rejoinder. "The little showoff might as well glow in the dark in that paint job! I will admit, though, that it's got sex fiend written all over it!"

"Sometimes..." Merry started.

But Rick cut her off, "You wish you could control the weather, too?" He chuckled. "You'd have about as much luck..."

Merry shrugged, something that caused some distracting ripples in the vicinity of her chest. "I can dream, can't I?"

Moments later, Dina made her entrance. The effect of the body paint was striking, the painted-on shadows producing a set of illusory rounded curves that transformed her normally pixie-like face and pert body into something ultimately sultry that exuded sex - despite its monochrome color palette. In fact, the only visible part of her body that wasn't black, white, or a shade of grey was a narrow band of bright red lipstick deliberately covering only part of her lips, imparting the illusion that their base color was black. "Well?" she demanded, posed dramatically on the stair, "How do I look?"

"Like the queen of the vampire hookers!" Rick retorted. "But seriously, Sis - it's... striking!"

"It's supposed to be!" Dina sniffed. "By the time I'm a senior, there will be only one choice for prom queen!"

Rick screwed up his face in mock confusion. "Denise?"

The young lady in question, poised a couple of steps above Dina on the stair, made an unsuccessful attempt to smother a snicker as Dina favored her brother with a cold glance. "Keep it up, Big Brother, and I'll make you wish you'd never been born!"

"Yeah, whatever," Rick returned, indifferently.

"I guess we should get a picture or two," Merry hazarded, just as Robert entered from the den.

"Holy cow!" he exclaimed, "You're going out like that?"

Dina bestowed a look of martyred patience on her father, "Yes..."

"Bobby'd better take a gun!" Robert observed. "You, too, I think."

"I'll be fine," Dina insisted, "It's all in the attitude."

"Hmmm, Yesss," Robert replied, only partly convinced. He exchanged a look with Rick that said 'Keep an eye on her, ' quite loudly. Rick acknowledged the instruction with a nod.

Meanwhile, Merry had retrieved the camera. She brandished it, directing, "Go stand next to your sister!" There ensued several minutes' worth of posing and flashing, at the end of which Merry directed Rick, "You be sure Helen gets some shots of you and Mandi - I want a couple!"

"Okay, Mum," Rick moved toward the door. "Ready Neesy?" Denise gave Dina a quick sisterly peck and preceded him out the door and into Robert's BMW, on loan for the evening.

Similar activity occurred at McCormick's, made a bit more rocky by the fact that cameras saw little use there. Finally, Mike found the thing and Big Al induced it to work a couple of times. "I hear Dina's a real sight!" Big Al announced, "Be sure I get to see it!"

"Okay, Dad," Bobby agreed.

Mike stopped shambling toward the door on his crutches. "You sure this is a good idea, Dad?" he asked.

"It is," Big Al opined, "but ONLY if you think you can carry it off!"

Mike considered for a moment, then: "Yeah, she's worth it. Let's go!" He led Bobby through the front door. Big Al watched them get into the car and drive off, then began setting out preparations for a quiet evening entertaining his beloved.

Tim pulled up in front of Brown's. "Wait here," he directed Eddie. "You know, I'm kinda glad you're here," he announced, "Otherwise I'd be afraid Dolores would slide out of her dress on the way there! It's flattering, but scary - I've never seen or heard of a girl that wanted to get laid so bad!"

Eddie chuckled. "She just wants that hawgleg of yours all to herself, and can't wait to bait the trap!" he laughed.

"Well..." Tim grinned, "Its mink lined..." This drew another snort of laughter from his younger brother. "I don't see you hiding from Denise..."

"Nope," Eddie agreed, "I just stand there and take it, no matter HOW incredibly pleasurable it is!" He turned serious: "Thanks, Big Brother. You have no idea..."

"You both needed it," Tim demurred, waving it away. "I take it you're off probation?"

"Very definitely. For a couple of days..." Eddie's smile could have only one source.

"Thought so," Tim nodded. "Be back in a few."

Marcus let Tim in, exuding a proprietary air, and turned to reveal a nervously smiling Dolores. Tim's breath caught in his throat - Dolores was a vision! Her normally flyaway cloud of raven hair had been pulled back and tamed along one side, but allowed limited freedom on the other. The low cut cocktail dress exposed considerable cleavage, above a wide skirt that provided a refreshing departure from her normal look. Tim fished her corsage out of the box he was holding, and stood there in consternation, trying to figure out where to affix it, until Padma came forward and collected it, attaching it to the flimsy-looking bodice of the gown. "You like?" asked Dolores, hesitantly.

"Huh!" Tim replied, "Like doesn't BEGIN to cover it!"

"Husband!" Padma announced, "We must get pictures!" Marcus nodded, bemused, and wandered off, returning in a moment with a single-use device that he and Padma expended the remaining film in rather quickly.

Tim led Dolores to the door where she turned, saying, "G'night, Mama, Poppa! See you tomorrow!"

Marcus frowned momentarily, then he shrugged and his face cleared. Padma, rushed forward. "Daughter! Don't forget your case!" She picked up a small case that had been sitting unobtrusively beside the door and pressed it into Dolores bemused hands while kissing her cheek. "Good night, Daughter!"

Marcus said nothing until the door closed. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Padma replied with a hint of impatience. "They are spending the night in a hotel! You knew that!"

"I did?" Marcus rumbled, confused, "A hotel? Where? Not some..."

"The Colonial, downtown," Padma cut off the thought process. "Not some fleabag. They're sharing a two room suite with another couple. Tim was holding out for a nice place to take Dolores' virginity."

"What?" Marcus began to cloud up.

"Husband!" Padma rasped. "Before you go accusing Tim of anything you should know that your daughter has been trying to drag him into bed for over a week and that it's taken considerable effort on both his and my part to get her to delay things until tonight! Besides, this isn't a casual thing - in a few weeks, they'll be married!"

"Hmmph!" Marcus rumbled. "Wasn't thinkin'. Knee-jerk reaction. But I didn't know!" he asserted.

Padma frowned, "Maybe not. It's been such a fight to keep Dolores in her panties, I assumed that you must be aware of it. The boy actually has displayed commendable restraint!" She reached out and slid a finger along his zipper. "What would YOU do if I begged you to take me to bed and make a woman of me? What DID you do?"

"You've got a point..." Marcus grinned, "I didn't wait!" Marcus' inability to resist Padma's hair-trigger sexual response had compressed their courtship to a matter of hours - not that either of them regretted it. Marcus shook his head as the thought percolated, 'Somehow, Bruce's boy always manages to step up to the plate... '

Padma smiled. "You know," she teased, "we have all night..."

Terry brought his small station wagon to the curb at the now familiar spot in front of the Hardesty residence, then got out and looked at it wryly. Well, it wasn't sexy, but it was his! He turned and wandered up the walk, feeling a certain ambivalence. He knew he looked okay, but was it good enough? The white tux he had ended up selecting had everything to do with Jackie, and very little to do with his preferences; he figured that it would make a nice backdrop for Jackie's hair. Fortunately, the trousers were dark - he didn't have much of a track record for keeping white pants clean... The thought process ground slowly to a halt as he collected himself and pressed the doorbell.

Jennifer Hardesty answered the door, intoning "Good evening, Terence," rather formally, but there was a glint of humor in her eyes.

Terry responded, "Good evening, Miz Hardesty," rather automatically while he puzzled over her mode of address. Terence? It was his name, certainly, but how would SHE know... 

The momentary distraction left him doubly off-guard when his eye lit upon his date.

Jackie stood in the living room clutching a little purse, looking anxious. She needn't have worried; Terry went goggle-eyed. Jackie's hair was piled in ringlets atop her head, with a couple of curls spiraling down along her cheekbones. Bits of body glitter accentuated the pattern of silver stars that flowed along the V of the plunging neckline and down along the slit in the front of the narrow skirt of her blue dress. The silver slippers that matched the purse (and the stars) were 2 inches high, and threatened to make her height equal to that of her date. The look couldn't have been more startlingly different than her normal, jean-clad tomboy look, and Terry was struck between the eyes by it!

Terry got his gaping mouth under control and exclaimed "Wow! Jackie, you look... incredible!"

The anxiety flowed out of Jackie's stance and she murmured, "You clean up pretty good, too!" and moved to take his arm.

"Uh uh!" Jennifer squawked, "Not without a picture!" The couple's shoulders drooped, and Jennifer admonished, "Hey! This is a historic occasion, and you two have NO IDEA how good you look! Now come on!" She chivvied them into a position with good light and a decent background, and began fiddling with a digital camera. As they tried different poses, Terry decided that this wasn't so bad, after all; Jackie's body felt good in his arms, and the occasional wafting hint of her perfume had him a bit worried about being arrested for drunk driving, given the effect that it and the other sensations were having on his senses.

Finally, Jennifer released them, and they staggered toward the door. "Jackie!" she called, "Don't forget your bag!"

The enormity of planned events struck both simultaneously as Jackie groped for a garment bag and a small case containing items for the rest of the evening's activities. Terry looked somewhat anxiously over his shoulder, but Jennifer was smiling. Apparently, things were going to be okay, after all... 

"G'night, Momma!" Jackie called from the door.

"Good night Jackie! Have a good time!" Jennifer and Terry locked eyes, and for the first time, THEY communicated without words as his silent promise answered her equally silent entreaty. Terry turned and escorted Jackie out, taking the garment bag in hand.

Terry handed Jackie into the car, treating her like fine china, and they set off - but a lone figure leaning on crutches at the corner caught Jackie's eye. "Isn't that... ? Pull over!"

Terry, also recognizing the malingerer, pulled up at the corner. Jackie rolled down the window, leaned out, and asked, "Mike? What are YOU doing here?"

Mike McCormick chuckled as her closed the distance to the car, "Trying to be inconspicuous while I waited for you to get clear," he replied, "Unsuccessfully, apparently."

"Why?" Jackie asked, a smile beginning to quirk her lips as she anticipated the answer.

"If Mohamet won't come to the mountain..." Mike replied, "I'm going to shame your mother into letting me in, and I'm not going to leave until we settle this little problem that's come between us!"

"Now THERE's a task that needs doing!" Terry exclaimed.

"Think it's possible?" Mike asked, anxiously.

Jackie considered a moment. "If you're firm," she guessed, "and you don't let her push you away too quickly. Frankly, if you're just there long enough, I think she'll crumble. She's fighting herself, as well as you. Don't be too firm, though - but you know that; you're a gentleman."

Mike smiled wryly, "I appreciate your confidence in me." Changing the subject, he exclaimed, "My, but you two look fine!"

Jackie leaned forward, "You like?"

Mike moved back hastily. "Absolutely! But you should know that from up here, Honey, I can see all the way to your navel when you do that!"

Jackie's eyebrows shot up, and she sat back in the seat, but she turned to Terry, "See! I SAID he was a gentleman!"

Above Terry's chuckle, Mike ventured, "You're lookin' sharp, too, Terry! You're a fine lookin' couple!"

"Thanks, Mike!" Terry replied, "But tell me..." The look turned significant, and Terry smirked, his brow wiggling.

Mike pretended to consider for a moment, then confided, "Wait until she's seated, then over the shoulder should provide the right angle - unless she sits with her back arched all night!"

"Oh!" Jackie feigned outrage for a moment, swatting Terry on the arm, before turning to Mike. "I take back everything nice I ever said about you Mike McCormick!" she exclaimed, but her grin took the sting out of her words.

Mike chuckled and stepped back, "Guess I'd better let you two go..." he murmured.

Jackie locked eyes with him. "Take good care of Momma!" she pled.

Mike's face also sobered. "I will if she'll let me. Have a good time! And I hope to see you in the morning..."

"Okay." Jackie pulled her head back into the car, and the pair waved as they drove off.

Having completed his 'secret mission', Bobby McCormick arrived at the Nellis residence. Merry let him in, an effort in feigned nonchalance for both of them. "Thanks, Mrs. N," Bobby said, nodding as Merry stepped back to let him pass. Bobby used looking for Dina as an excuse to keep his eyes from lingering on her exposed breasts - and he found her, just rising from the couch. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, taking in Dina's somewhat outr• look, "Did you plan this all along?"

"No," Dina replied, "but the opportunity presented itself, and I couldn't resist!" The pair shared a grin.

The paint job, while effective, merely augmented the dress, which, while of demure length, had its own statement to make. The skirt, while floor length, was slit a good distance in front and almost to the crotch in back. Since it would otherwise have been pretty restrictive, this was a good thing, but it allowed plenty of leg to be flashed. Dina was NOT wearing nylons, largely because the paint job extended to her legs. The top portion of the dress featured a pair of spaghetti straps that connected to the front panel at a point just at the base of the breasts, swept up and crossed over an otherwise backless expanse, then dropped over the shoulders to support the curving folds of a valence-like panel of semi-transparent cloth that obscured while accentuating Dina's bust. There was an opaque panel beneath parts of this expanse to comply with any requirement for modesty, but it wasn't much - and what no one else in the room knew was that Dina had done a few creative alterations to the ensemble, one of which was to render it totally ineffective!

Merry acquired another set of photos, this time featuring Bobby as the male escort, and the pair made for the door. Robert, watching from the den doorway, admonished Bobby, "Bring her back in the same state, young man!" But he was grinning even before Dina's retort of "Not likely, Pop! Busting my cherry is high on both our agendas!"

As they reached the front hall, Dina suddenly stopped and exclaimed, "Whoops!" broke her grip on Bobby's hand and dashed upstairs, returning in a few moments with an overnight bag. "Got to bring along the tools to get this stuff off, later!" she grinned. Bobby grinned and kissed her, but she limited it, ducking his embrace with a murmured, "Easy, now! You can ruin me later!" Bobby shrugged and threw open the door, and they made their departure.

Robert shook his head. "Ah, well... Are we ready for tonight?" he asked Merry.

"Ohmigod! I forgot! What do you think we'll need, Master?" They fell to discussing preparations for Ann's arrival.

Denise preceded Rick through the Giannelli's door by a few seconds, to find Mandi standing there, fidgeting in the hall. "Relax, Sis! He's right behind me!" Mandi's anxiety merely shifted modes from 'Where is he?' to 'Will he like it?' and she continued to quiver.

Rick arrived in the door, looking natty in a powder blue tux selected to coordinate (without actually having seen it) with Mandi's gown. They were fortunate, too - the shades were very close. "Stop wringing your hands, Silly!" he chided, "Lemme look at you!"

Mandi dropped her hands, put one leg forward, and dimpled in relief as Rick took in the sights in obvious approval. He whistled, then declared, "Man! You clean up pretty good!" Mandi rolled her eyes, but continued to smile as he made the rounds, examining her from all sides. The dress swept down backless from a halter top to a full skirt that barely allowed the toes of her matching heels to peek out below it. It didn't show any leg at all, but Rick decided that it wasn't a matter for concern. Mandi's hair, the red highlights emphasized, was pulled up and back in an effect that looked stylish, yet fragile, with little wisps trailing to her neck, lending an air of delicate fragility to it.

As he rounded the back, Mandi regarded Rick over her shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a smile as she grasped the sides of the halter top and pulled it open. "Here is the access you requested..."

Rick stepped up behind her and slid his hands through the gaps to cradle her breasts while pretending to evaluate the quality of the access. "Yes," he declared in mock seriousness, "this will do..." He squeezed the rounded orbs gently, then withdrew his hands and stepped back to continue the inspection. "God, you're beautiful!" he announced as he once again stepped before her.

Mandi leaned in and wrapped her arms around him. "I bet you say that to all of your women!" she simpered.

Rick took up the tease, "Well, maybe, but with them, I'm just trying to keep up morale; with you, it's the truth!"

Mandi leaned in for a kiss that Rick was only too happy to supply - and that's how Helen and Denise found them, moments later.

"Don't you two have somewhere to be?" Helen chided gently.

"Yeah, you two need to get outta here," Denise complained, "or Momma won't, and she'll catch me bringing Eddie in to keep me entertained!" This sally brought a round of chuckles, and the pair turned for the door, hand in hand. "Wups! Hold it! We got a photo op, here!" Denise amended.

"Oh, my! She's absolutely right!" Helen exclaimed, and bustled off to collect the camera, a reasonably new digital on a 35mm frame that theoretically belonged to Mandi. Mandi didn't complain, however, and the couple stood still for several shots (two of which were 'ruined' by Denise standing behind them, making devil's horns over their heads). Finally, the forms had been obeyed, and the couple made their exit, Rick collecting Mandi's bag, one of two poised in the doorway. "Have a good time, Dear!" Helen called out. Mandi waved, and they were gone, Rick depositing her in the passenger seat of his father's BMW and carefully easing it out of the driveway.

"Now we come to you!" Helen announced, eyeing Denise. "Are you going to be able to console yourself adequately with Eddie?"

"Absolutely!" Denise grinned, "I plan to wear him out! When I get done with him, you'll be able to wipe up the leftovers with a mop!"

"Well, I don't want to have to!" Helen retorted. "For that matter, I don't know when I'll be getting back tomorrow. Al's getting... possessive! Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Besides, I'll know where you are..." Denise paused. "Speaking of possessive - when are you going to let him go for broke, Momma?"

"I don't know... Do you really think he's going to?" Helen asked, anxiously.

"Yes," Denise affirmed, "And soon! And you'd better have an answer ready, because if you trip over your tongue..."

"I just don't know..." Helen temporized.

"Momma, Al and my father are night and day. Al is absolutely honest, if not terribly romantic - you're in no danger of being lied to. And a blind man could see the chemistry between you! Go for it!" Denise advised.

"I don't know. Things are complicated. Where would we live?"

"There, probably," Denise replied. "Face it, Momma - Mandi's outta here! That wheeze about Rick's dad is a waste of good worry, if only because you can't rape the willing! She and Rick's mom are like sisters, and most of it is basic mindset - let her go to her man and be happy! There's room at McCormick's for me, and Bobby's not THAT insufferable - besides, I've always got Dina's help ganging up on him! I'm not worried - why are you?"

"It took me a couple of years to get comfortable with being independent..." Helen began.

"... And you needn't be, ever again, unless I miss MY guess! If you want to bus tables, bus the one in Al's kitchen! God knows those boys need to be exposed to real food!"

"What about this house?" Helen demanded.

"Put it on the market and bank the proceeds," Denise advised. "If things don't work out, you can buy another, and if they do, you can use it for retirement - or college money..." She eyed Helen sidelong.

"You've got it all worked out, haven't you?" Helen demanded, somewhat irritated.

"I know a good thing when I see one!" Denise retorted, "And Al's as good as you're going to get! Tell him you'll live in sin with him for a while, if you can't get up the guts to do it right!"

"Maybe I will!" Helen announced and flounced out the door, simmering.

Denise watched her go, hiding a grin. "G'night, Momma," she murmured under her breath.



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Chapter 99: The main event


The Prom was an assault to the senses. The Regency Ballroom, which had events of this and related types as its sole business, was a superb facility. The refreshment area was as well lit as certain areas of the dance floor were not, and there were areas offering privacy interspersed with some that were VERY public all around the room. The room was chock full of young people, the band was jammin' and it was LOUD! Tim, following unconscious habit, staked out a fringe area along the edges for himself and Dolores, and Rick and Mandi flowed into it on arrival without question. Dina, however, would have none of it, and with Bobby's assistance and reminders from Terry and Jackie that they all HAD dates and weren't there to sit this one out, they settled in a relatively quiet spot guarded by a pillar and a screen, but much closer to the dance floor.

Student politics had gone relatively unaffected by the group's emergence as a force, despite consternation in some quarters. The beautiful people were too well ensconced to be shaken out of their cozy positions in a mere couple of weeks, no matter how notorious the newcomers were, so the Prom court remained unaffected by events. Dolores and Tim would have been surprised at how many votes they got, however, Tim's long-term popularity in sports multiplying his more recent fame. And the court wouldn't have had to grow much to have included Rick and Mandi. Frankly, however, the idea never occurred to any of them.

On the other hand, notoriety was Dina's stock in trade, and she was making the most of her appearance on THIS scene. As soon as they cleared the cluster of chaperones and other wet blankets guarding the entrance, Dina disappeared to the ladies room to implement some long-prepared for adjustments to her gown. The opaque modesty panel in the bodice disappeared, having previously been carefully separated from its moorings, and the pins that had fixed the semi-transparent bodice panel in position (after Dina had carefully untacked it) were removed, allowing its position to be adjusted freely by sliding it up and down on the spaghetti straps supporting it. Dina left it in place, however; Phase One's objectives could be met by merely exposing her nipples to the extent that the removal of the modesty panel allowed, allowing the groundswell of male interest to get well under way before Phase Two.

Bobby made the perfect date. While another boy might have been embarrassed escorting Dina in her current outrageous costuming, Bobby grinned from ear to ear. Not only was she arguably the sexiest thing in the room, she was on HIS arm! And if she was up to something outrageous... So? Bobby was up for outrageous - no problem! He would back her to the hilt! In this dimension, if in no other, they were the perfect couple.

Even in this environment of youth and deliberately augmented beauty, the blatant sexuality of Dina's display created a shock wave of lustful attention from nearby males and anger from females as girls who were attired as well as they would ever be in their lives had the attention of their male escorts wrestled away from them. Boys would unobtrusively position their dance partners so as to provide them with a view of Dina and her group over their shoulders - an action that tickled Dina's sense of humor no end. And she wasn't the only female under examination; Dina acted as a lightning rod, attracting increased attention to the other three girls. That attention tended to remain, for a reason not immediately evident: Terry, Rick, and Tim were NOT paying Dina much attention, being concentrated on their own dates, which led to the unconscious conclusion among observers that if they could hold their own in Dina's orbit... 

In fact, in a room full of impressive displays, Mandi, Dolores, and Jackie were surprising, as well as impressive. For Mandi to be on display at all was surprising, given her history; on this night she was not only displaying a good percentage of her considerable charms, but recent experience with public nudity had lent her a poise that was totally uncharacteristic for her. Dolores, while more prone to physical display, normally did it in pants. But the way she carried off wearing the slinky low-cut cocktail dress caused more than one eye to blink, and the casual bonelessness with which she draped herself over Tim left no doubt as to where their relationship was headed.

Similarly, Jackie's display was a shock to those used to her normally unobtrusive look. Obviously, her days of hiding from her reputation were over, and just as obviously, the whole thing mattered not to her; she and Terry spent much of the evening in a world of their own, as if a bubble surrounded them. While certainly the others in the group could penetrate it at will, seldom did their attention stray beyond. This level of visible devotion caused not a few provisional re-evaluations of Terry - 'way too late to do the evaluators any good... 

As for Rick and Tim, being already somewhat popular within their own circles, the telling issue was that they first discerned the potential in their dates, then managed to realize it - apparently from a standing start, as neither of them had a track record with dating. This was particularly impressive to the more thoughtful of the other guys present; they began to examine their surroundings for girls that were acquirable but might have unrealized potential, rather than concentrating upon fantasies of the unattainable.

This crystallization effect had already been triggered during the past couple of weeks, but tonight's display of obvious successes would catalyze it as the girls present recognized the same fact: they had been totally ignoring males with arguably more potential than the 'A' group, which in reality were primarily relying upon their looks or sports prowess - items which, while desirable in the short run, weren't necessarily characteristic of serious breadwinners, for example... 

Dina, however, continued to be the fatal attractor of the group; dozens of junior class boys vowed to give Bobby a run for his money as Dina's antics on and off the dance floor drew their eyeballs again and again. The couples in the group would go out to dance in pairs and trios, always leaving a couple to hold down the table, and everyone was having a good time and acquitting themselves well, but Dina's sabotage of her top was particularly apparent on the dance floor as the destabilized translucent folds shifted and flowed under the impetus of the jiggling cones beneath. Dina would deliberately await the actual exposure of a black-painted nipple to haul the thing back into place, making a production of it that generally exposed both and riveted every male eye in fifty feet. Bobby would usually augment the effect by stopping dead on the dance floor and leering loudly, "You're showing again!" By about the third incident, you could hear bones snap as heads rotated at the signal.

But it was Rick who signaled the onset of Phase Two, without even being privy to Dina's grand plan. Coming off the dance floor with Mandi, he settled himself against the pillar adjoining the table. Mandi, shrugging, backed up to him, balancing herself by planting her butt against his crotch. This served to produce two things in short order: A raging hard-on that nestled itself between those soft cheeks, and a certain amount of discomfort for Rick, due to the fact that Mandi's position required him to maintain a rigid stance to support her weight, rather than just transmitting it to the pillar. Rick examined the problem for a moment, shrugged, and slid his hands under her arms and into the bodice of Mandi's dress, trusting that the action would resolve the situation, one way or another.

It did. As his fingers began teasing her nipples, Mandi sighed and collapsed bonelessly back upon him turning her head and lifting her lips for a kiss. This redistributed her weight more comfortably and allowed Rick to maintain his position. Rick delivered the requested kiss while continuing to fondle her rounded orbs, something blatantly visible to anyone looking. And since a large number of those present had been conditioned by Dina to keep an eye on that particular spot, a concerted gasp arose that could be detected even over the music.

Dina, on the dance floor with Bobby, looked up and laughed aloud. A visual survey of the crowd surfaced two majority reactions: shock from the females, and blatant admiration from the males. Dina's laugh tinkled again as whispers of "Shameless slut!" and "lucky sonofabitch!" arose from different quarters. She winked at Bobby, "When we get back, let's turn up the heat!" This time, as her bodice went askew, Dina did nothing about it - except possibly help it along. By the time they returned to the table, Dina's bodice was very obviously barely being upheld by the tips of her erect nipples.

Bobby plopped into his chair, which was positioned along the left side of the table as seen from the dance floor. Dina, rather than sitting, straddled his right knee, pretending to examine activity occurring toward the stage. Then she proceeded to stretch, throwing her hands above her and arching her back. When she returned to the vertical and put her hands on her hips, her conical breasts were in full display above the collapsed folds of her bodice.

Another, louder, gasp arose as boys all over the room detected the display. There was a certain cascade effect as one boy's fixed attention alerted his friends. As this effect began to gain ground on everything else going on in the room, Dina looked down at Bobby and whispered, "Run your hand up my leg, lover - I brought you a surprise!"

Bobby slid his hand through the open slit in the back of Dina's skirt, and slid it upward along the silky leg until he found... fur! Damp fur! Not only was Dina not wearing stockings, there were no panties there, either! "Ho ho ho!" he announced, loudly, "Pussy! Wet pussy!" And he proceeded to begin dragging his thumb along Dina's labia, teasing them open.

At this point, if it hadn't been for the band, you could have heard a pin drop in the immediate vicinity of the group. All eyes were trained upon the display, and when Dina closed her eyes and reached up to tweak one of her nipples, a concerted gasp arose, followed by a murmur.

Dina opened her eyes and detected concerted movement from the cluster of chaperones around the main door, uttered an "Oops!" followed by an unrepentant grin, and dashed off for the ladies room. Bobby very pointedly inserted his damp thumb in his mouth, grinning from ear to ear as he made a production of cleaning it off.

Rick also detected the movement and grated "Aw, Hell, we'd better split!" With a wink and a nod at Terry, he and Mandi, Tim and Dolores, - and Bobby - faded in three different directions, leaving Terry and Jackie to hold the fort. Terry and Jackie pointedly resumed ignoring everything but each other, and were visibly thus engaged when the cavalry arrived.

"You, there!" came the demand, "How long have you been here?"

Terry peered owlishly up at old Mrs. Hufnagel, visibly shifting focus from a smiling examination of Jackie's eyes. "All night, off and on, I guess - except when we've been dancing," he replied, looking anxious. "Is anything wrong?"

Beatrice Hufnagel was pushing 60 and dragging 220 pounds everywhere she went. As a result, it had taken her three and a half minutes to waddle across the room from the entry to this position, and she was winded and somewhat angry. Jacob Hesse, however, was half her age, and despite being over six feet tall, only a large fraction of her size. Undoubtedly, he could have made the trip in thirty seconds, but the twinkle in his eye as he stood behind her and pretended support led to some guesses as to why he had contented himself with plodding in her wake. Beatrice gathered her dignity. "It has been reported that a strange-looking girl has been exposing herself in this vicinity!" she announced, "What do you know about it?"

Terry and Jackie shared a (fabricated) bemused glance, and Terry shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. There's nothing strange-looking about Jackie..."

"... And while I guess it's possible I could expose myself in this," Jackie continued, hauling at the bodice of her dress, the plunging neckline of which, while exposing the valley between her small breasts, was otherwise rather sturdily supported, "I don't think many would notice."

"I would, Sweetheart!" Terry announced gallantly, totally ignoring Mrs. Hufnagel and company. Jackie reached out and caressed his cheek, smiling.

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "I understand that whoever this person is, she's with that scamp, Bobby McCormick!" she grated.

"Scamp?" Terry echoed, and both he and Jackie swallowed a snort of laughter. "Well, Bobby's a friend, and he's been around off and on..." He locked eyes with Jackie. "Did he bring a date?"

Jackie looked owlish and shrugged. "I guess. I'm not sure..."

A quick glance at Mr. Hesse showed that he was having trouble controlling his mirth, so Terry pressed on, "I'm sure he's around here, somewhere - maybe on the dance floor?"

Clearly unable to proceed further, Beatrice gathered her dignity and directed, "When you see Mr. McCormick, tell him to control his date!" She wheeled ponderously, and made her exit.

Mr. Hesse, delayed a moment, however. Chuckling, he announced, "You may tell Dina that I enjoyed her little display, and that I'm looking forward to having her in my Junior English class next year!"

Jackie's eyes went wicked. "Having her?" she wondered in a bemused tone, "What a peculiar turn of phrase for an English teacher! But again, this IS Dina we're talking about, isn't it? I'll be sure to inform her of the opportunity!"

Jacob Hesse goggled, stuttered "Ah, err..." and got out, blushing.

Terry's eyes also popped. "Omigod! I can't BELIEVE you did that!" he yelped.

Jackie blinked, surprised, despite herself. "Neither can I," she admitted. "Must be from hanging out with that confirmed wild man, Terry Michaels!"

In the ladies room, Dina was touching up her makeup when Claudette Pinkersley burst in. "Dina, what do you think you're doing?" she squawked.

Dina eyed her blandly. Claudette was a member of the 'A' group - a cheerleader, and general social butterfly. She'd been leading Rob Graham, the quarterback of the football team, around by a ring in his nose for some time - but rumor had it that she'd not granted him access to any more of her charms than perhaps a quick feel of one of her 36C tits. "I'm having fun!"

Several other girls arranged themselves around the confrontation, but obviously, support was mixed. Two or three of Claudette's supporters were glaring their disapproval, but Dina's quick glance also took in a couple of grins and a wink; Claudette's 'holier than thou' attitude grated on quite a number of people.

"You're working up every boy in the ballroom!" Claudette screeched. "Quite a few of them have already stopped behaving themselves!"

"Oh, no!" Dina exclaimed in mock horror, "Does this mean that you're finally going to have to let Robbie under your chastity belt?" Amid Claudette's fuming and a sprinkling of mixed gasps of outrage and chuckles of appreciation, Dina calmly turned toward the mirror, fished out her black lipstick, dropped her bodice and proceeded to touch up a smeared aureole. "Maybe you'd better take him home before he's exposed to sex," she suggested.

"I'll get you for this!" Claudette remonstrated, "The whole school is gonna know what a slut you are!"

"Don't you think you should come up with a new plan?" Dina asked reasonably, "I'm SHOWING them, and a picture is worth a thousand words! What can YOU add?"

Claudette retreated in a huff, and Dina went back to her touch up. "Seriously," asked the blonde working on her eyeliner in the next mirror, "Why ARE you doing this?"

Dina shrugged. "I'm an exhibitionist," she replied, "And I'm having fun!" Turning to the blonde, she announced, "As for being a slut: at this moment, I'm still a virgin!" At the gasp of surprise, she smiled, coyly, "But I won't be later tonight!"

"Isn't that Bobby McCormick you're with?" a brunette down the row of mirrors asked, 'Ewww!' as visible on her face as if she'd actually said it.

"Yes!" Dina laughed. "What better boyfriend for an exhibitionist than the most uncouth boy in school!" Sincerity replaced humor in her expression. "Seriously, though, he's really sweet once you have a ring in his nose! And even when he's at his most vulgar, he's being truthful! In fact, it's his lack of the social graces that I find most attractive in him!"

"Well, if you say so," the girl said dubiously.

"I DO say so!" Dina declared. "Sure, Bobby is rude, crude, and socially unacceptable! But he's also thoroughly honest, and regularly complimentary, if you're not sporting virgin ears! He calls me Pretty Tits, and by his lights - and mine - it's a compliment!"

"But isn't he sexually obsessed?" Twyla, a thin, plain-looking girl with dirty-blonde hair asked. "How do you expect to hold onto someone so vulgar?"

"Sweetie, YOU have all of the tools necessary to catch and hold a man - but if you play by the rules your mama taught you, you can't win! One of the big problems we have as girls is that society has changed, but we're still playing by the old rules! You can't lead boys on and then sponge off of them indefinitely anymore - sexual equality goes both ways. Boys want sex, and historically we girls have gotten our way by dangling it, then not delivering it, covering our act with Victorian bullshit about what is morally right and what isn't. That's the old 'bait and switch' routine - and it's just as criminal between the sexes as it is in a real estate deal! Look around - divorce comes too easily these days! If you want to get - and keep - a boy, let him know what's available - and KEEP YOUR WORD! Yeah, I'm a slut - I like sex! But I'm NOT a whore, and MY boyfriend won't be sniffing around elsewhere looking for something I promised but didn't deliver - which is something Claudette can't say!"

"I can't compete with you!" Twyla wailed. "It took me six weeks of being within reach 24 hours a day while Mickey went through his list of dream dates before he got desperate enough to ask me!"

"You have tits, too, don't you?" Dina retorted derisively. "And from the looks of them, they're bigger than mine!" It was true, too. Despite her plain face, Twyla's narrow body sported a pair of nice, rounded 34C breasts, reasonably well displayed in the low-cut cocktail dress she was wearing. In addition, the knee-length skirt exposed a nicely rounded pair of calves, even if the flat slippers she was wearing didn't exactly help define them. Dina eyed Twyla and murmured conspiratorially, "He noticed them when he picked you up, too, didn't he?"

Twyla blushed. "He sure did!"

Dina chuckled, "I think you're out of the woods already! You're biggest problem is that you hide your good points, and don't do anything to improve the other stuff. But now that he's seen you like this, you'll hook him."

Twyla looked dubious. "Not after he got a load of you!"

Dina sighed. "You've got the wrong attitude! Think of this as an opportunity! Let's see, you're here with Mickey LaRue, right?"

"Uh huh!"

"Good choice. He's pretty smart... You wanna keep him?" Dina asked, "Or is this only a date?"

"I want him!" Twyla affirmed.

"Okay," Dina challenged, "How far will you go? Can you step up to the plate?"

"Uhhh, I dunno... What are we talking about?" Twyla asked cautiously.

"Okay. I'm gonna go out there and show off again," Dina announced, playfully fluffing her hair, "My public demands it! Here's what I want you to do!" Dina moved closer to Twyla, and continued, "Let him get a good look. Let him dance you close. Then take his chin, and look into his eyes, like this..." She demonstrated, grasping Twyla's chin and turning her head toward her. "Then ask him, 'Do you want to look, or do you want to touch?' I GUARANTEE he'll follow you off, meekly."

"B-but..." Twyla interrupted weakly.

"Exactly!" Dina replied, holding her locked in place, eyes boring in, "You have to deliver! You put 'em in his hands - or you'll be a rip-off artist, and he'll be gone!" Dina grinned. "I didn't say you had to lay him - just give him something concrete to look forward to!" She let go of Twyla's chin, and eyed her sidelong. "Of course, you don't even have to go THAT far... You can just say 'Mine are bigger!' DON'T do anything you can't live with. And DON'T do ANYTHING if you can't follow through!" Dina turned toward the door, then stopped. "You know, eventually, if you plan to keep him..." She turned away and left.

Slowly, the four couples reassembled. First, Mandi and Rick occupied the table, allowing Jackie and Terry to dance a bit. Then Tim and Dolores returned. Finally, Bobby wandered in from where he had drifted off to the refreshments, bringing with him a drink for himself and one for Dina, who appeared beside him from the ladies room as he arrived. "Where you been?" he asked.

"In the ladies room, giving lessons in how to hold your man," Dina replied, smiling, "Don't make me a liar, now!"

"When you gonna, uh..." Bobby began.

"The big scene?" Dina asked, "I've changed my mind. This has turned out much better, and you've been perfect. Besides, if we have a big scene, I'll be hip-deep in idiots that'll think they might have a shot at me - which will just confuse things, since I have no intention of taking up with anyone else." She eyed him sidelong, and added, "For the moment."

"Speaking of taking up with people," Jackie interjected, grinning, ""Mr. Hesse came by. Said he enjoyed the show, and looked forward to 'having you' in his English class next year."

"Oh?" Dina smiled back.

"Well, I might have misinterpreted the double entendre..." Jackie projected unconcern.

"Well! That IS something to look forward to - although I'll want to try him out in private before performing before an audience!"

Bobby choked and spewed soda all over the table. "Hey!" he exclaimed, coughing, "I thought..."

"Bobby McCormick!" Dina snapped, "You will not OWN me in fee simple until after I graduate - if ever! How in the WORLD would I maintain ANY control over you if you thought you did? I have quite a bit to learn, and, at least in the near term, you will NOT be the only rooster in my barn!" She drew a finger along his chin and smiled at him fondly, "On the other hand, Dear, your cooperation in this matter will be well compensated, I assure you - and you will ALWAYS know where you stand."

Bobby frowned. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Come here to me, Love," Dina sighed, hauling him in close, wrapping her arms around his waist, but leaning back to look into his eyes. "Surely, you understand my nature by now?"

Bobby's expression turned hangdog, "Well, yeah, but..."

Dina silenced him with a finger to his lips. "You won't change me - but you may provide the inducements for me to change myself! Neither of us is the type to operate in a vacuum; I believe that we will both require some seasoning before we can announce to the world with confidence that we're made for one another. So this is my proposal to you: While you are not the ONLY rooster in my barn, you ARE number one! And I will not embarrass you by operating behind your back - I shall either warn you in advance of any planned peccadilloes, or at worst, brief you as soon as possible afterward. In return, I ask the same from you."

"I'm not planning any such activity..." Bobby groused.

"Neither am I, Love..." Dina's grin turned catlike, "... actively... at this moment... although Mr. Hesse HAS presented an interesting opportunity. And speaking of opportunities, you've had a couple of interesting ones lately, haven't you?" She put her hand to her chin in pretense at thought. "Let's see, there was Auntie Helen," she announced brightly, causing Mandi to blanch and Dolores and Jackie to gaze first at Dina, then Mandi, and finally each other in surprise. Dina plodded blithely on, "And I seem to remember an entertaining romp through the slave quarters the other night..." As Bobby began blushing furiously, Dina continued conspiratorially, "I'd kind of like to see you finish THAT one... Mum needs seasoning, too! And don't think Pop doesn't feel that he owes you something!"

Rick rolled his eyes. "Sis, do you think we could keep SOME secrets around here?"

Dina glanced at her brother, unconcerned. "Among these, our friends? No. Besides, I'm trying to point out to Bobby that our relationship shouldn't blind us to opportunities to enliven and enrich our experience!" She smiled at Bobby, who was beet red in embarrassment at the revelations, "You DO understand, don't you, Dear?"

"Yes, I see," Bobby agreed, somewhat exasperated.

"Good. Then give Mama a big kiss and let's go dance!" Dina replied, smiling. She leaned forward and provided a searing, thirty second kiss, then, smiling, tugged a somewhat mollified Bobby onto the dance floor.

Dolores shook her head. "Always a treat to see the Mistress at work," she mused, then turned to Mandi. "Are you gonna tell us about it?"

Rick broke in, "Sure, might as well - but does it have to be TONIGHT?"

"Well, all right..." Dolores groused. "But what do YOU have to do with it?"

"It was my idea!" came the irritated response. Rick tugged Mandi's arm. "Let's go dance!" he growled in an obvious effort to put an end to the conversation. Mandi shrugged and rolled her eyes at Dolores as she allowed herself to be drawn onto the dance floor.

"My, my..." Dolores mused, as a quick glance at Tim and Terry revealed that they were just as surprised as Jackie, "I'm certainly looking forward to our breakfast together..."

Tim leaned forward and directed, "The dance floor! Now!" emphasizing the directive with a swat on Dolores' butt. Dolores spun, fury in her eyes and arm raised to strike, but Tim caught the slap before it landed and just stood there, looking at her.

After a moment, the fury drained away, the hand came down, and the pair, eyeing one another, slowly began to smile. "That's risky business," Dolores admonished.

Tim nodded an acknowledgement. "I can handle it. Shall we?" The hands involved in the incipient slap and block clasped, and they headed off.

Terry eyed Jackie. "Think we should dance?"

Jackie looked around, and shook her head judiciously, "No, it's not worth losing the table. One of them will be back soon.

"Okay," Terry shrugged. "C'mere, then."

Jackie eyed him archly. "Why?"

"'Cause I want to nuzzle your neck!" Terry declared.

"Oh. Okay, I suppose..." Jackie feigned indifference until the effect of the lips on her neck no longer allowed it, then collapsed against him, giggling.

Only a couple of songs later, the band started something that neither Rick nor Mandi wanted to mess with, and they returned to the table, allowing Terry and Jackie to take the floor. They didn't sit, however, Rick electing to resume his position against the pillar, and Mandi resuming hers against him. After glancing around a bit, Rick resumed his interrupted attack upon Mandi's nipples, tweaking them while savoring the feel of her globular mounds. Mandi gave herself up to the enjoyment of those attentions, and those of Rick's lips on her neck and ear, as only someone who could care less about the opinion of others can.

But Dina had conditioned a forest of eyes to sweep that area, and one pair of them belonged to Twyla Banks. Rick and Mandi's courtship had become somewhat legendary in the last couple of weeks, and one prominent feature of the tale was Mandi's 'rules of engagement' and her refusal to abandon them when pressed. The sight of that happy couple, engaged as they were, reinforced Dina's earlier injunctions regarding dealing with boys in Twyla's mind, and determination was born. Twyla, too, would be happy. 'After all, ' she thought to herself, 'you can't win if you don't play. And if you cheat, you might win the hand, or even the game - but sooner or later no one will play with you!'

Mickey LaRue first noticed the situation when Twyla stopped maintaining her distance and moved tighter into his arms. This brought on the second wave of a watershed change in his opinion of the girl, the first having occurred when he discovered just how well she filled out that cocktail dress. Mickey had been more than pleasantly surprised; Twyla was great people, and he'd counted her as a friend for ages, but her tendency toward baggy jeans and tentlike shirts hadn't exactly emphasized the fact that there was a girl under there... In fact, dating her had at first seemed somewhat like dating his sister, or going with another guy for moral support because you can't find a date.

That had all changed when she met him at her door, and his eyes, despite his best efforts, had gone swimming in her cleavage. Her hair was down from its customary pigtails, and while somewhat thin, it was looong, lying in a shimmering wave along the upper part of her bare back. On the way to the dance in the car, it had slowly percolated through his brain that perhaps Twyla could be more than just the good buddy, chess opponent, and lab partner that claimed supposedly to be a girl. In fact, as he thought about all of the free 'You're a girl, how would YOU recommend that I approach so-and-so for a date' advice he'd trolled for in the last few weeks, totally overlooking her as a potential date, he became somewhat embarrassed, which had led to some early awkwardness between them. And then there was the Dina show... 

Now, however, as Twyla dissolved the distance between them and put her head on his shoulder, he took a lungful of her hair's fragrance, slid his hand along the smooth skin of her back, and felt himself slowly drifting from his moorings. 'Wow!' he thought, somewhat muzzily, 'Twyla's sure a fragrant armful!' A few moments later, an adjustment to the tempo of a new song brought her pubic mound into contact with his right thigh - and it didn't leave. A few seconds of that had Mickey thinking 'Aw, shit! I'm gonna get a... ' - by which time his hard-on was already a reality. Mickey freaked a bit, and momentarily tried to distance himself, but Twyla merely stayed with him. Moments later, when an unsynchronized move ground it into her right thigh, she froze for a moment - a moment during which Mickey discovered he really DIDN'T want her going anywhere. But this was success, and Twyla giggled, intoxicated. Obviously, she had Mickey's attention!

Twyla's giggle and her immediate reengagement were a revelation to Mickey. Damn! Twyla KNEW he had a hard-on - and she came back! Holy shit! He'd figured he'd get his face pounded - or at least she'd suddenly want to sit down! This was a Twyla he didn't know; had she been there the whole time? Just how stupid was he? Mickey tried to deemphasize the contact, but he met with only limited success, and the suspicion that Twyla was deliberately pursuing it stole over him fairly quickly. The implications, however, boggled the mind, and Mickey found it better to put them away for later analysis than to attempt exploration of that somewhat frightening maze while on the dance floor.

Twyla opened her eyes, which had been closed since she'd laid her head on Mickey's shoulder and begun tracking his movements by bodily contact alone, to find Dina watching her from about fifteen feet away, eyes twinkling merrily. When she realized that she'd been detected, Dina tripped Twyla a broad wink, laughed, and whisked Bobby away, leaving Twyla smiling into Mickey's shoulder.

Mickey, meanwhile, was totally adrift. He knew he had to be dreaming - nothing this good was for real! Twyla's scent had his senses focused upon nothing else but the conditions which allowed him to press himself against her soft, lithe body - the music, the play of muscles which held her against him as she moved in synch with him. He'd become fascinated with an area of soft skin along her neck and shoulder that was just beyond his lips... He moved, and Twyla's eyes first widened, then glazed as his lips electrified the nerves in her neck and shoulder. She inhaled a great gulp of air as her hands moved closer on his back to keep him from escaping. Her nipples crinkled, elongated, and became rock hard just as she crushed herself to him, boring them into his chest.

The pair totally stopped moving, and remained so for a good thirty seconds AFTER the song stopped - until a passerby whispered "Pssst! The song's over!" in a stage whisper that brought a flurry of chuckles. Somewhat embarrassed, the pair separated, but remained holding hands as Mickey guided Twyla back to their table.

"Want a drink?" Mickey asked as he seated her.

"Sure! Coke?"

Mickey nodded and moved off. There was something really weird going on here... Mickey was standing by the refreshments table gathering his wits when Leo Hoskins wandered up. "So," he opined, "Twyla cleans up fairly decent."

"Yeah," Mickey replied, distracted.

"Where'd those tits come from?" Leo asked.

"You're askin' me?" Mickey replied, allowing his confusion to show, "It's like - suddenly - she's a girl!"

"She's always been, man," Leo laughed, "But she wasn't in the competition. Probably still isn't - them tits gotta be a wonder bra or somethin'."

"I don't think so..." Mickey hazarded. "I'm a little freaked. I offered to bring her along just to be able to say I had a date. Then she showed up in that dress... You know, I don't think I'd EVER seen her in a dress..."

"Yeah? Well, you may never again!" Leo laughed.

"Not sure about that. It's kinda like she climbed out of a cocoon or somethin'." Mickey shook his head, trying to clear it.

"C'mon, Mick - it can't be THAT spooky!" Leo eyed his friend askance.

"Oh yeah? Lemme tell ya!" Mickey flashed. "When we got here, she looked decent, but it was still kinda like dating your little sister. But about ten minutes ago, while we were dancing, she slides into me like we're two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Next thing I know, I'm sucking on her neck, with a boner that could cut diamonds! And she's rubbin' it with her leg and leaving nipple dents in my chest!"

"Twyla? Secretary of the chess club Twyla? Math tutor Twyla?" Leo shook his head. "Maybe it's drugs..."

"Huh! If it is, I hope she stocked up!" Mickey collected his drinks and left Leo standing there, shaking his head and grinning.

Back at the table, Mickey handed Twyla her drink. "Uh, Twy... Howcum, uh?"

Twyla grinned up at him. "How come you never noticed I was a girl?" She scratched at some candle wax on the tabletop. "Well, we've been friends since before it mattered. And I guess I haven't been trying too hard to be noticeable."

"Maybe," Mickey replied, "But I still feel like a shit. Some of the crap that went down while I've been dating... It's a wonder you didn't use a baseball bat on me when I asked you out, given the crap I put you through the last few weeks. Why are you even here?"

Twyla looked up into Mickey's eyes. "Because I want to be," she announced quietly.

Mickey took the torpedo amidships. His eyes widened, and he collapsed into his chair. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed weakly. "Why didn't you move on to someone with a brain in his head?"

"It's not your fault you didn't detect my little tiny hints," Twyla shook her head. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship - or get stomped on. So I didn't commit myself. I was waiting for you to get ESP or something."

"Not very likely," Mickey admitted ruefully. Now that he thought about it, there WERE a couple of occasions... "And tonight?"

"I was relying on the dress," Twyla replied, smiling.

"It was, uh, effective..." Mickey admitted.

"Yeah, as long as you weren't distracted..." Twyla pointed out with a crooked grin.

"Um." Despite himself, Mickey glanced at the table the strange girl had occupied. She was there again... Mickey jerked his eyes back but the glint in Twyla's said he'd been caught. How could he be so stupid? "You stopped relying on it," he pointed out. "Why? It was the safe course..."

"I got some advice - curiously, from the same source," Twyla's eyes flicked to Dina.

"Really?" Mickey blinked. "When?"

"When I went to the ladies'."

Mickey looked confused. "So, what did she say?"

"Essentially," Twyla replied grinning, "it was: 'You can't win if you don't play.' Oh, and 'If you play it straight, you'll still be playing when the cheaters are sent home'."

Mickey pondered. "Well, the first one makes sense. The second... I'm not sure."

"I'm not sure you really get either of them, so..." Twyla became pedantic. "A relationship is only as good as the effort you're willing to put into it. We have a very healthy friendship - but as long as I was only willing to wait for you to make the first move, I'd be out of luck, because others were advertising, and I wasn't. How were you to know?" She grimaced. "It's the second part that gets overlooked, and it's the one she" with a nod toward Dina "was harping on. You see, most of the advertisers are like used car salesmen - if you buy what they're selling, you're likely to come up short. They'll talk a good game, get you to commit to them, take your money and your trust, and give you as little as possible."

Twyla's eyes flick back to the table. "Do you know Mandi?" she asked.

Mickey glanced over. "Vaguely. Not well. She wasn't easy to know, before..."

Twyla grinned. "Yeah, she's changed recently. What do you think of 'Mandi's rules?'"

"They sounded like a guy's dreams come true," Mickey grinned, "But from what I hear, they landed her on her back pretty quick. I doubt they'll see many converts."

Twyla nodded toward the table. "Take a look at her. In fact, take a look at all of them. Do any of them look unhappy?"

Mickey took the opportunity for a clear look, since it was following instructions. "No, she looks pretty happy to - hold it! Are his hands... ?"

"In her top? Undoubtedly. She's not exactly screaming, though, is she?" Twyla chuckled.

"Nope." In fact, Mickey had to admit that she looked almost excessively happy, for a girl having her breasts fondled in public! Mandi was collapsed bonelessly against Rick, grinning like the Mona Lisa. Her cheeks were a good deal pinker than makeup tended to get, and Mickey was willing to bet that it was arousal, not embarrassment, driving the blush.

"Exactly!" Twyla's assertion caused Mickey's eyes to snap back to her now earnest face. "From now on, I'm playing by Mandi's rules!"

Mickey froze. "You're wh-what?"

Twyla eyed him narrowly. "You heard me!" Then she grinned, "Let's go dance!"

Dina looked out across the dance floor, and swept her eyes around the other tables. Everywhere, she met other eyes looking back. Tim and Dolores had returned from the dance floor moments before, Tim settling into a chair and Dolores plopping on his lap. Now Dolores was wriggling and giggling and Tim was looking uncomfortable.

"What's up?" Dina queried, grinning.

"I'm getting even!" Dolores replied. Tim used his hand on my butt to motivate me; now I'm using my butt to motivate him!" Tim groaned and rolled his eyes.

Dina chuckled, "So, have you provided him much motivation?"

Dolores wriggled a bit more, then held up her hands about six inches apart. "Only about this much so far," she replied, eyes twinkling, "but I'm just getting started!"

"You little minx!" Tim roared, grabbing Dolores at the waist and lifting her bodily off of his lap. "I'll stand from now on!"

"But Sugar!" Dolores complained.

"Don't 'Sugar' ME, unless you're gonna give me some!" Tim retorted, and pulled her to him for a kiss. There was a brief, playful struggle before Dolores delivered the goods, laughing.

Dina let them have their moment in the sun, and, when interest began to wane, looked over her shoulder at Bobby. "Darling, will you shuck me?"

"Why, certainly, Pretty Tits!" Bobby replied, stepping up behind her. He glanced toward the door, but Tim rumbled, "Go ahead, I've got it."

Bobby positioned himself behind Dina, and, with great ceremony, lifted the folds of her bodice aaway from her breasts, then slid it down out of the way, exposing them. "How's that, Sweet Thing?"

"That's nice, Lover," Dina replied, smiling demurely. "You want to molest me a little? Highly visibly, of course."

"Certainly," Bobby agreed, reaching around to cup her jutting cones. Dina turned her head and offered her lips for a fiery kiss, then Bobby went to work on her neck.

While there were several loud whistles amid the general roar of approval, the reaction was more natural than the concerted gasp following her first exposure, so the hounds weren't immediately alerted. The band was, though, and broke into a racy little number that brought cheers from the crowd while further distracting the chaperone corps.

Twyla caught the action out of the corner of her eye, and positioned herself and Mickey so that they both could see. Watching Dina coolly work the room left Twyla with nothing but admiration, but after a bit she shifted so that Mickey could watch over her shoulder, unobstructed. To his credit, he disengaged after watching a bit. She caught his eye, murmuring, "Some show, huh?"

Mickey nodded. "She's pretty gutsy."

Twyla beckoned with a finger, and Mickey leaned in. "I'll make you an offer, one time only:" she announced. "You can face this way and look at hers, or you can turn us around and FEEL mine!"

Mickey blinked, froze. "What?"

"You heard me," Twyla prompted, "You can look at hers or play with mine! Make the call!"

Mickey assumed that the gratification wouldn't be immediate - but there was still no contest. Dina was an attractive nuisance, but over the course of the evening, Twyla had become infinitely desirable. He never even glanced back up at Dina. "What do I have to do?"

Twyla smiled. "Just turn us around. It's her or me..."

Mickey didn't wait. He caught Twyla around the waist, and they rotated 180 degrees. "That good?" he asked.

"Uh huh!" Twyla's eyes shone. She reached behind her, unzipped the cocktail dress several inches, and flipped down the bodice, exposing her rounded orbs.

Mickey was floored! He'd figured maybe a little touchie-feelie in the car on the way home - but not full exposure right there on the dance floor! "Ahhh..." he gasped, literally unable to come up with words.

"Well, if SHE can do it..." Twyla stepped up and grabbed Mickey's limp arms by the wrist, placing one hand on each breast. The touch of her soft flesh on his palms galvanized Mickey; he reverently cradled an orb in each hand, holding his breath as his eyes drank them in. Nearby couples whistled and clapped, and Twyla looked up at Dina, who winked, grinning and making a thumbs-up sign.

Almost of their own accord, Mickey's hands began gently kneading and his thumbs began circling Twyla's aureolae. "Is it okay?" he asked anxiously.

Inside, Twyla was shaking like a leaf, but she smiled easily. "Sure," she murmured, "They're yours - forever. Mandi's rules, remember?" She looked up into Mickey's wide eyes. "Can I get a kiss?"

"Can you--!" Mickey waded in, releasing her breasts in order to crush her to him as he made every effort to do her credit. Time stopped, for both of them - until someone shook Mickey's shoulder and murmured, "Better zip her up! Trouble's coming!"

From Dina's vantage, Twyla set off a shock wave. Suddenly, there were a half dozen sets of exposed breasts in the crowd, and everyone was going ape! The whole thing lasted about ninety seconds before Tim rumbled, "Here comes the cavalry!" and Dina dragged Bobby into the relative obscurity of the crowd on the dance floor. Dolores, Tim, Jackie and Terry followed, leaving Rick and Mandi to hold the table. Rick reluctantly withdrew his hands from their warm den, and the pair dropped into chairs.

Despite the fact that a half-dozen chaperones came roaring out to quell the disturbance and capture the ringleaders, they failed miserably. The offenders were scattered all over the dance floor, and were actively shielded by the other couples there, making it virtually impossible to pin anyone down. Girls who hadn't even participated in the first wave took to waiting until a chaperone had passed and dropping their tops, adding to the confusion. Doubtless a large number of girls who hadn't planned to be got pawed by their dates, but no one took umbrage, and the party began to really rock!

Bobby and Dina surfaced near the stage, and Dina complained, "Damn, I wish I could sing!"

"So do I!" the lead singer retorted, "That'd be monsta!"



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Chapter 100: Various sideshows


Jennifer Hardesty plopped into a chair in her living room, feeling the tide of her depression flow about her. Terry and Jackie had just left - and with them, Jennifer suspected, they had taken a chapter in all of their lives. Things were going to get very lonely, and soon.

'Well, ' she sighed to herself, 'I've got my little buzzing friend. Maybe after a couple of weeks with him, I'll have settled down enough..." She shook off the thought, unfinished. There was absolutely no chance that she would work up the guts to face Mike McCormick again - at least, not in time for it to mean anything. What WAS she going to do? Doing without men was out, she knew - but dating was SUCH a roll of the dice, as opposed to Mike, who had been SO perfect... 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. 'Who could THAT be?' she wondered as she crossed the room, 'Jackie would have just come on back in... One of her friends?'

But the door, when it opened, framed Mike McCormick, leaning on his crutches. "You wouldn't answer my calls, so..."

"Mike!" Jennifer's tone was an odd mix of horror and joy. Her eyes dropped to the floor as the joy faded, leaving embarrassment. "You shouldn't have come."

"I disagree," Mike asserted, "We need to talk."

"Talk won't help!" Jennifer all but wailed, "Nothing can fix what I did! You need to go home, now, and forget about me."

Jennifer made to close the door, but a crutch planted itself in the opening. "You'll at least have to let me call a cab. Bobby dropped me off; I don't have a ride!" Mike paused a moment, "Of course, YOU could drive me..."

Jennifer knew instinctively that if she offered, he'd never have to go home. Her resistance was a fragile thing, and it was already showing cracks. Wordlessly, she backed up and waved him toward the phone, turning to close the door, but when she turned back, he wasn't using it. Instead, he stood facing her, waiting.

"So, tell me about this horrible thing you did," Mike prodded, "Somehow, I failed to detect it. I noticed a breach of good manners on the part of several of my relatives, and my father's significant other, but aside from rushing off and rudely failing to return my phone calls, I didn't notice anything YOU did!"

Jennifer wrung her hands, crying out, "Oh, come on, Mike! Your whole family caught me acting like a total slut! How can I ever live THAT down?"

Mike raised a finger in objection, "They caught you sexually aroused, which had become the point of the exercise. The transgression was theirs, not yours. Besides, how long had it been since you'd been aroused like that?"

Jennifer resumed examining the floor. "A long time," she murmured tonelessly, "A very long time."

"See?" Mike returned, "You were totally vulnerable. No one can hold that against you!"

"Look," Jennifer pled, "You just shouldn't get mixed up with me! I'm a nutcase! I'm all screwed up from avoiding men, but that's not everything! I'm what - six, seven, eight years older than you? That's probably not a good thing... Why don't you just call a cab, go home and forget about me!"

Mike put his crutches down against the couch, and challenged, "Okay, Missy, come over here and give me you hands, look me in the eye and repeat all of that bullshit. If you convince me, I'll go home."

Shamed by his lack of mobility, Jennifer gathered her courage and stepped forward to do what she felt was right. Looking into his eyes, she began an attempt to repeat her litany, "I'm a nutcase. I-I've been avoiding men for years! I-I really don't know how to act around a man..."

Jennifer lost track, her attention sucked into Mike's gaze. Mike released her hands, and began sliding his up her forearms. Against this background, Jennifer made a desperate attempt to resume her litany, "I, uh, I've totally ignored my feelings for a long time, and it's messed me up!" As Mike's big hands slid along her upper arms and across her shoulders and began sliding down her back, Jennifer began to drift into unknown territory. "I'm, I'm not... sexually... active..." she stammered.

Mike's eyes, which had somehow gotten a LOT closer, crinkled in mirth as he announced, "Yet."

Stung, Jennifer gathered her wits to continue, but, oh! Those hands! They were sliding up and down her spine, and... "Uh, and I'm older. Yes, that's it! I'm older!" she asserted weakly.

Mike, suddenly VERY close, sighed and looked down into her wide eyes, murmuring, "And you might as well still be fifteen - you're SUCH an innocent!" The arms closed gently, and suddenly she was pressed against his chest. "Now for the rebuttal!"

"But I'm not finished!" she objected, but it was without force.

"You've finished," Mike responded gently but obdurately, "And you've lost. If you had managed to keep a hold of my hands - or, better, not risen to the challenge in the first place, you might have gotten somewhere, but now, it's my turn, so: Yes, you've been managing on your own, but it's clear that you've not been enjoying it. You desperately need someone to lean on and recent events have made you even more fragile. As for learning about men, you're gonna have to start anyway, because you ARE going to be sexually active - you've discovered that you have no choice! Your age makes no difference at this point; we're out of school, and you're only a few years beyond me, not a generation. Besides, you're a babe in arms for experience, and you need the protection of a man you can trust." At this point, Mike grinned tightly as he gazed into her eyes. "And if there is a man in the world that you trust, it's me!" he continued, "Besides, it's too late - you can't stop me!"

"Stop you?" Jennifer repeated vacantly.

"Yes, stop me - from doing this!" And Mike lowered his lips to hers. Jennifer's eyes popped, and here arms waved ineffectually for about a second, but then resistance collapsed. The eyes drifted shut, and her hands began sliding hungrily along his muscular back. The kiss lasted a good 45 seconds, with Jennifer contributing more and more actively to the effort.

As Mike lifted his smiling face away, Jennifer caught her breath. "You bastard!" she exclaimed without heat, "I thought you were a gentleman!"

"I try," Mike retorted diffidently, "But sometimes situations occur in which you have to bring all of your weapons to bear." He lowered his lips to hers again, then retreated enough to inquire, "So, are you done selflessly trying to improve my life by putting me on the street?"

"I'm just trying to... Uuuuhhhhh!... save you... Oooooohhhh!... pain and aggravation... Mmmmmmmmm!" Jennifer could barely get this out around her writhing reaction to Mike's lips torturing her neck.

"Pain and aggravation build character," Mike murmured distantly while picking his next target, "You wanna ruin my character?"

"Uuummm. No - I mean yes - I - I can't THINK while you're doing that!" Jennifer wailed, realizing she'd been outmaneuvered.

Mike lifted his lips from her neck, winked, and advised, "Maybe you shouldn't think so much..." Jennifer closed her eyes and surrendered.

The next forty minutes were kaleidoscopic for Jennifer. When it became apparent that Mike's leg was bothering him, they settled on the couch - but discovered that sitting upright made for an unsatisfactory clinch. Eventually, they settled on a position wherein Mike was stretched out supine, while Jennifer writhed atop him. Mike pooh-poohed Jennifer's concerns that she might hurt him with, "But, Missy, I LIKE feeling you wriggle! It lets me know I'm accomplishing something!"

Eight o'clock found Jennifer collapsed bonelessly atop Mike on the couch, loose-limbed and comfortable - totally relaxed except for a delicious tension that she sensed growing in her lower belly. "Mike?" she murmured, "I think we need to back off for a bit, before I make an ass of myself again." She began to crawl off him. "Do you want a drink? Have you eaten?"

"I bolted something before we left," Mike replied, "but kissing's thirsty work. A soda would be nice." He caught Jennifer's wrist as she began to move, pinning her in place. "As to the other thing, is there someone else in the house?" At Jennifer's blank shake of the head, he continued, "Jackie's out - for the night. If you happen upon an urge to make noise, there'll be no one to hear it but me - and I'll take it as a compliment!"

"Well, okay," Jennifer begrudged, and, released, left the room. As he watched her go, Mike murmured under his breath, "And if I have anything to do with it, you're gonna make lots of loud happy noises!"

Released for the evening from parental authority, Marcus and Padma were playing a loud, happy game they hadn't engaged in for several years. It all started when Marcus began idly fingering a hole in Padma's pants as she stood working near the chair where he sat idling down and keeping her company in the kitchen. "Don't I dress you well?" he asked, triggering the game.

Padma froze and her eyes popped. It had been a looong time... "Um, yes..."

"Then why you wearin' raggedy things?" Marcus asked, worming his fingers into the hole, widening it until it gaped in the process. "If you're gonna wear raggedy things..." he began reasonably, then shifted to a roar, "I'd just as soon you wore nuthin' at all!"

Padma took off like a shot, leaving a chunk of her trousers behind her. Marcus gave her a couple of seconds, then took off, full bore, behind her. He caught her in the living room, pinned her over a chair, and proceeded to reduce her blouse to shreds, after which he 'accidentally' allowed her to escape by shrugging out of the tatters, to run giggling from the room. The pattern repeated itself in the master bedroom, the laundry, the garage... Padma even essayed a mostly naked sprint across the back yard, a loudly roaring Marcus drawing attention to her as she disappeared through the side door to the garage. Along the way, this and that got broken, knocked over, or otherwise upset, but it was all part of the game, and no one paid much attention.

Finally, a naked Padma, chest heaving, stood pinned in a corner of the living room, while Marcus, who has shed his shirt early, worked at extracting himself from his jeans. There was a certain amount of strategy to the game; Marcus would take her wherever he caught her after the last item of clothing was removed. Arguably, Padma had lost this phase, as it was obvious that Marcus intended to bend her over the back of the recliner she was hiding behind and take her from behind. But if she could escape... She darted from behind the chair while Marcus was apparently entangled in removing one leg from his jeans, only to discover that he had tricked her. The apparent problem resolved itself as soon as she rounded the chair, huge hands pinned her upper arms, and she found herself staring at the chair seat having been folded over its arm. Marcus let go of Padma's arms, maintaining the pin by the simple expedient of placing a large hand in the small of her back and pressing down while he extracted his other leg from his jeans.

"Let the fuckin' begin!" Marcus intoned, and immediately, Padma ceased all effort at resistance, shifting her efforts to make the position as comfortable as possible. Position was dictated by the game - Padma was stuck there, draped over the recliner arm. But she could work on comfort... Marcus snatched a pillow off the couch, and a decorative drape, which Padma worked between herself and the leather of the chair arm, preventing what could be a sticky situation in the heat of the sweaty effort that was undoubtedly to come.

As Marcus moved up to her, Padma turned her head and looked into his eyes. "Make me wet?" she pled.

Marcus blinked in surprise. Padma didn't usually initiate such things! Then he grinned. "You just want your clit licked!" he accused.

"Is that so bad, husband?" Padma asked archly.

"Naw," Marcus chuckled, "Nuthin' gits me goin' like a noseful of wet pussy!" He dropped to his knees, and proceeded to delve between Padma's spread thighs with his tongue. True to his nature, he went right to the heart of the matter, attacking her clitoral hood with powerful sweeps of his stiffened tongue. Padma, already excited from the game, was soon clutching at the chair arm, groaning loudly. "Now, Husband, now!" she wailed.

Marcus pulled himself erect and once again and moved to position his cock at Padma's now drooling opening. Along the way, her winking rectum drew his attention as it had on many previous occasions. In fact, it was a mild fixation with Marcus, but one he had never been able to bring himself to mention to Padma. He HAD given himself away on occasion, and if she was paying any attention... On this occasion, when he brought his cock into contact, he bumped the little brown rosette with it for a moment, pretending that he was only accidentally missing the mark - but then he thought better of the whole thing. After all it wouldn't do - and besides, there was no lube... Marcus lowered his dark shaft into position and sank it into his grateful wife's buttery depths.

And she WAS grateful! The game, and Marcus' attentions had raised Padma's desire to white heat. She welcomed the familiar filling sensation of Marcus' length sinking into her welcoming channel with a loud groan. "Ahhh! Fill me, Husband! More! Now!"

Marcus pulled out the stops, spurred by his wife's unaccustomed volubility. Truth be told, the thrill of the chase, followed by several minute's worth of having his nose and tongue bathed in his wife's pungent secretions had Marcus ready to explode before he even got started. But he mastered himself, and began delivering long, slow strokes, deep into Padma's welcoming vagina. Padma, for her part, braced her hands on the opposite chair arm and pushed back, impaling herself on his long shaft, again and again, grunting and breathing hoarsely through her nose.

After a couple of minutes, Padma began to feel the precursors of her orgasm building in her lower belly and she stepped up the pace. Marcus took the hint and started driving hard, looking for his own orgasm, just out of reach. Padma's legs began to quiver, and she lost her balance. Marcus merely picked her up by the hips and drove on. Padma crossed her ankles behind his knees and hung there, bracing on her arms, as the quakes began. Marcus, feeling the pulsations in Padma's vagina, began to lose his carefully maintained control. With a roar, he began a series of powerful strokes that bashed his balls against Padma's already over-sensitized clitoris, causing her to clutch him to her with her legs as she collapsed into the chair. Marcus managed to lunge up one last time, then collapsed atop her driving his squirting cock all the way to Padma's cervix.

After a bit, Marcus rose and rotated them into the chair, causing it to open and recline so that they lay in it, spooned. He kissed Padma on the neck and shoulders for a bit while she recovered, then began to settle into a post-coital drowse. Padma lay savoring the feel of Marcus' slowly shrinking cock - but the day's conversations with the other women returned to her. Already, Merry's assertions about volubility had proven themselves to be true - and there was something else... "Husband, are there other things you would like to do with me? Things that we haven't spoken about?"

"Mmmm?" Marcus snapped awake. Was he in trouble? "What do you mean?"

"You know I went along to the beauty parlor with Dolores, today - and spent a long time with the other mothers. It was... girl talk." Padma amplified. "One of the girls said that men sometimes want to try things - sex - that they can't really talk about with their wives because they're afraid that they will - what is the word? - condemn them for it. I think you have such ideas."

"Like what?" Marcus tried, but he wasn't too convincing.

"Like maybe what I felt at my bum for a moment before we got going," Padma chided.

"I just missed!" Marcus insisted, but he was terrorized. Jeezus! What was she going to think?

"Husband," Padma sighed, "You had the whole thing spread before you. A blind man couldn't miss! You wanted in there!" Before he could work up a good bluster, she continued. "If you want it, perhaps we should give it a try." She turned and looked for the first time into his startled eyes. "But remember, I have needs, too. I will wait for my time. In the meantime, if you have ideas, let's speak of them. Do not think that I will condemn you. I want to know - maybe we're missing something! Okay?"

"Okay," Marcus was still cautious. "If you're sure..."

"Am I right? Do you want to feel my bum on your cock?" She smiled lazily, "Never mind - your cock answered for you!" She sought his lips for a kiss. "Let's go to bed; we can make plans for that later. I will need to prepare..."

"Damn! You're one helluva woman!" Marcus rose, gathered her up, and made for the bedroom, floating a bit.

Paul Michaels was having a distinct case of nerves. Ellen had been giving him odd glances ever since she returned from her outing with the girls that morning, and Paul frankly couldn't see how it could bode well for him. Paul's recent posture of icy indifference was based not on any real expectation that he could successfully replace Ellen in the near term, but rather upon a fine mix of anger and desperation firmly grounded in frustration. Basically, at this point, sleeping ALONE was an improvement over sleeping with a woman who was unwilling to provide him with any relief - the current situation was like being chained starving outside a grocery store. If he was single, eventually maybe some old fat woman would take pity on him... 

Paul's frustration had led to the occasional visit to strip bars, where he learned what men know and women don't - you DON'T get sexual satisfaction at a strip bar! What you DO get - expensively - is a bit of physical intimacy (meaning MAYBE a hug or a kiss from a half-naked woman while she sucks down expensive fake drinks with you at a table - most places don't allow a man to initiate ANYTHING during a dance situation), talk, and visual evidence that there ARE women in the world who are willing to at least show you their bodies. The female-inspired legend that strip bars are a haven for prostitution is utter bullshit; exotic dancers make plenty of money just showing it off - why would they bother with anything risky like prostitution? Basically, strip bars were a great place to leave depressed, as well as frustrated.

More disturbing was the descent into solitary gratification while watching anonymous couples (or more) participating in acts that he knew that HE was never going to experience in peep booths at the local sex shop. Aside from the embarrassment (everybody KNEW what you were doing in there) there was the occasional brush with trolling homosexuals. The thought of falling into one of THOSE gently baited traps was what had pushed Paul over the edge; he'd happened upon a guy who, from the wedding ring on his finger, was obviously in the same boat he was, being orally serviced by one on his knees in a booth, and the surge of lust and temptation it had generated had scared him to death! He'd stood there, transfixed, watching the pair until the act was finished, the standing man convulsing as his cock pulsed in the willing male mouth. When the anonymous-looking male, still on his knees, hawked and spat up a huge gob of semen, then turned and beckoned to Paul, it was all he could do to wobble out on shaky legs. In the aftermath, Paul had tested his reactions by watching some homosexually-oriented films, and decided that he had no interest in homosexuals per se - but the acts that they participated in, and their obvious willingness to do so in an environment where female companionship was hard to find, were a temptation.

So he had steeled himself, and made his presentation to Ellen, and if his desirability to other women was a bit overstated, he consoled himself with the fact that he had NOT been actively looking. Maybe if he did, lightning might strike... The same objectivity that made him so good at his job allowed him to set aside his emotions and provide those properly distant responses that caused Ellen such concern; he prepared to bring those tools to bear again as Ellen turned her attention to him.

Terry had pushed off for the Hardesty's and thence the Prom a good hour before, and Ellen had been aimlessly wandering the house, dusting this and cleaning that - filling time while she worked up the nerve to make her presentation. To Paul, she might as well have been carrying a sign - she wasn't fooling anyone. In fact, she was making things worse; by now Paul was incredibly jumpy, waiting for the other shoe to fall.

Finally, she nerved herself and cornered him in the den, where he had retreated to gather his wits while pretending to watch TV. "Uh, Paul?" she began, diffidently.

"Yes?" Paul shut off the television, a dead giveaway that he knew she wasn't going to ask him anything trivial.

"You know I, uh, spent the morning with some of the other mothers in the kid's little group," she continued, girding herself, "and I, uh, asked for a little advice..."

'Oh, shit!' flashed through Paul's mind, 'Tim's going to be sending Christmas cards to his parents at two different addresses!' Nothing good could come of such a conversation between a group of women... 

Ellen ducked her head, and continued, diffidently, looking up at her husband, "I got a lot - the basic consensus seemed to be that I am incredibly na•ve, some kind of cross between a fool and an idiot."

Pauls' expectations for the next sentence were "They say you're an incredible asshole, and I should move out!" But what he got was, "They gave me one helluva wake-up call! I think there was some surprise that you hadn't left me long since, I'm such a fuckup!"

"What? Say that again?" Paul was dumbfounded.

"According to the girls, I know NOTHING AT ALL about sex; I've been doing EVERYTHING wrong, and refusing to let you do a bunch of things that would make things a lot better for both of us! At this point, all I can say is that I didn't know any better..." Ellen's courage - and her voice petered out, leaving her looking up at Paul, with a pleading expression on her face.

Paul was totally poker-faced while he absorbed the implications of this amazing revelation. He was having serious problems believing his ears! Undoubtedly, Ellen had presented her case, no doubt looking for support and sympathy, as well as advice - and her fellow females had knocked her down, several pegs! Best to be cautious... Maybe it's a trap... "I see. Did they offer anything concrete in the way of recommendations?"

"Yeah," Ellen replied, on the edge of an anxiety attack, "I don't know if I can even remember them all, let alone implement any!"

Nearly two decades' experience made it easy for Paul to recognize the signs of impending breakdown, so he stepped forward, and began rubbing Ellen's back to soothe her. "Do you have any idea what you want to do?" he asked, gently. If she crashed now, he didn't know whether he could hold the icy fa•ade, or not.

Ellen worked at her composure, noticeably. "I-I'm gonna reel off a few things - it's not really structured - and then maybe we can talk about it?"

"Some kind of negotiation?" Paul queried.

"N-no, more like you tell me where the holes are. I'm not in much of a bargaining position!" Ellen declared.

Paul just nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth. This was going a LOT better that he'd ever imagined!

Ellen was shaking like a leaf. "Can we sit down?" she quavered. Paul nodded, and led her gently to the couch, holding her hand. Once seated, he maintained the grip, and Ellen seemed to grow sustenance from it. She drew a shaky breath, and began, "Okay, it's been suggested that I forfeit all right to deny you sex, under any circumstances."

Paul raised his eyebrows. "That's a pretty broad mandate," he observed. "What are you planning to water it down with?"

"Well, some of the girls thought that we ought to make sure we can handle the basics before we jump to anything advanced. But they all kind of agreed that for whatever we might call 'normal' sex, you should probably get whatever you want whenever you ask."

"What if you don't feel like it?" Paul asked. "What's your 'out' here?"

Ellen's expression resembled that of a deer framed in the headlights. "There isn't one." She managed a smile, "How did Me - Marilyn put it? Something like: 'If he asks you, the most resistance you should put up is to ask him for twenty minutes for the Excedrin to kick in. And that should be followed in a little over nineteen minutes by the splat of your panties hitting the floor!'"

Paul couldn't restrain himself; a chuckle broke out. "This Marilyn has an interesting way of phrasing things. Who is she?"

"Marilyn Nellis - Rick's mother," Ellen replied, grinning. "That comment was a hit with the other girls, too. I knew you'd appreciate it."

"So," Paul mused, "The rule for normal sex is any time, any place, any way - is that it? What's normal?"

Ellen raised her hand, tentatively. "Can we agree on not being too public, initially? I've got a lot to work on... I'd like to be sorta comfortable with places like beds... As to normal - we'll need to agree on that. But the girls said I'm not competent to even talk about that yet, so we might want to give it some time and try a few things before we lock it down."

Paul shook his head. "I have to admit, I'm amazed at your friends!"

Ellen grinned ruefully. "Well, you didn't have any friends at the start, but the more questions they asked me, and the more stupid answers they got, the more they came to the conclusion that I didn't have a leg to stand on! I learned today that I know almost nothing about sex, and everything I THOUGHT I knew was wrong. The sensible thing seemed to be to let you run things."

"How do we set limits? What do you want banned?" Paul was still probing - this made no sense!

"The girls recommended that I not try to set any, at the outset - Merry said it was a bad thing in general, and Helen agreed with her." Ellen responded. "Besides, she said I basically didn't know enough to be intelligent about it.'

"Merry? Who's Merry?"

"Oh, uh, Marilyn."

"What's HER recommendation for rules?" Paul demanded.

"Uh, 'Don't knock it 'til you've tried it - twice.'" Ellen related, timidly.

"She seems pretty opinionated, even if I like her opinions!" Paul exclaimed. "Why are you listening to her so hard?"

"Well," Ellen sighed, "because she was doing to HER husband what I've been doing to you - but the shoe's on the other foot now, so she knows where we're both coming from. Besides, all of the other girls agree, fundamentally. They were a bit more cautious about it, but it's where they ended up." Ellen grinned. "Merry's a wonder! She could quote my mistakes, chapter and verse, before I admitted to them! She found a couple of big problems just by matching my responses with mistakes she's made."

"So, she lives all of this advice she's giving you?" Paul asked doubt evident in his tone.

Ellen's voice went totally toneless. "Actually, she's gone a good bit beyond..." At Paul's hard stare, she continued, "Marilyn's given over all authority in her home - she's Robert's sex slave."

"Uh huh." Paul was dubious.

"Helen says she's seen it... Robert doesn't let Merry - that's Marilyn's slave name - wear clothes at home, just a collar. He gets what he wants when he wants, how and where he wants it!" Ellen hung her head. "I was hoping to stop somewhere short of there... Merry's got to be some kind of masochist - she LIKES it!"

Paul shook his head. "We'll hold the slave girl thing, for now - although it IS intriguing... So, we agree on 'normal' after we've tried a few things. Who dictates what we try?"

"You," Ellen affirmed. "I've got no idea what's up. I only ask that you take it easy - one thing at a time, or something."

"Sounds fair. You need a veto?" Paul queried.

"Wouldn't be smart," Ellen husked, gathering her courage. "Only after we've done something once - maybe twice. How about this? I let you know if I have reservations, after the first time. If I still have them after twice, we really need to talk - set conditions and rules, figure out how important it is to each of us. I really don't know what to do after that - binding arbitration?"

"Okay, so, bad once gets a warning, twice requires serious review. What happens if I want it bad and you just can't deal with it?" Paul asked gently.

"I honestly don't know," Ellen quavered. "I hope to God it doesn't happen! Maybe we ask someone else..."

"Okay. Let's table it. We'll work it out when - and if - it becomes necessary," Paul soothed. "Are you REALLY willing to do all this? For how long?"

"I-I think so," Ellen affirmed. "I want to try. Maybe we can agree to adjust things by mutual agreement as we go along?"

"Fine," Paul nodded. "I accept this as our working agreement. I'll be testing it - if it doesn't hold..."

"I understand," Ellen agreed, "I only ask that we take it easy and not try anything too wild right off. Um, maybe I ask for one pass on a new idea? We go at it next time, after I maybe learn a bit about it, or whatever?"

"Hmmmm," Paul was watchful for erosion to his new position. "One new thing at a time, one pass on something new... twenty four hours to get your shit together?"

"Uh huh!" Ellen locked eyes with her husband, obviously eager to please. "I'll try not to use it too often, especially if we're taking it easy. Promise!"

"Fine." Paul allowed. "How do you want to seal the bargain?"

"Um, a kiss?" Ellen returned. "More later?"

"Okay." Paul offered his lips, and Ellen flowed into him, giving without stint. Paul frankly couldn't believe the results of this horse trading - it was about 300% of what he'd expected! But he didn't let it show - that would give away the game... Time would tell if Ellen kept her promises - and what, if anything, he would do about it.



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Chapter 101: Initial explorations


The Nellis' doorbell rang a few moments after 8:00, and Merry discerned Ann Newton through the peep. "It's Ann, Master!" she announced, turning to Robert, who had wandered in from the den.

"Ready?" Robert asked, and at Merry's nod he waved for her to admit their guest.

Ann stood on the step in a short, open jacket, white blouse and wraparound skirt, flat sandals on her feet, but despite the disparity in dress (Merry was, as usual when at home, dressed in a leather collar and nothing else) she was by far the more nervous of the pair. "Come in, Ann," Merry said graciously, "We've been expecting you!"

Ann entered, somewhat hesitantly, and shed her jacket, which Merry took to hang in the closet. While Merry was thus engaged, Robert came forward to greet her. "Good evening, Ann," he murmured cordially while he passed an eye over her outfit. "Excellent choice in apparel!" he approved. The removal of the jacket had revealed that Ann's white, scoop-neck blouse was actually a halter, with a button securing the neck strap and another trio down the back that would release her totally from its confines. Robert took a moment to examine the woman before him; on the previous occasion, despite the opportunity presented by her arousal, Robert had not evaluated her as a possible sexual partner, due to the somewhat adversarial nature of the meeting. Now he made up for the lack, discovering a woman in her mid- thirties, with a pleasant face and hair somewhat darker than Merry's without quite making it to brunette. Ann probably had forty pounds on Merry, who was, well, in excellent shape and toning daily; she was wider and had large breasts (38 - 40 D, Robert estimated) that the halter caused to appear globular. Robert knew from experience that they were unlikely to be so when unfettered, but... The belly showed a bit of curve, and Robert expected that when she turned, a generous ass would be exposed. Not a ten, certainly, but for her age, definitely above a six. Only nudity would provide more information.

Ann conducted a similar examination of Robert, discovering a tall, spare man with rangy musculature and reserved features wearing a tracksuit. Robert had chosen the outfit as something a bit more presentable than sweats or a robe, while granting the same degree of quick access. At Ann's shy smile, Robert turned and waved her into the den.

Robert had chosen to operate from a large straight chair that he had arranged to face one end of the couch at an approximate four to five foot distance. This positioning placed the coffee table off to Ann's right as she sat on the couch, and equally accessible to Robert from his left. Notably present on the coffee table was a towel covering (and thereby obscuring) a number of objects, and a book. Merry knelt upright on a thin pillow or pad, positioned just in front of Robert's right knee. "So, have you come to any conclusions regarding your desires for the evening?" Robert asked.

"N-no..." Ann returned, somewhat shakily, "I'm afraid I haven't. I think we're going to have to drift into it; I think I'm scared to acknowledge at least some component of whatever it is that I want. Hopefully, you can help me get by this."

"Well," Robert soothed, "Obviously, the first thing to do is to make you comfortable with the situation. If we fail to accomplish that tonight, we can always make another attempt. I recommend that you relax as best you can and we'll do our best to put you at ease. I'll try to nudge things along if I see an apparent opening. If you discover that things are headed rapidly awry, don't hesitate to say so - we don't want to waste time and goodwill on dead ends."

Ann relaxed visibly and Merry nodded to herself. Robert's announcement had eased Ann's mind and taken the pressure off. Merry realized that it would very probably have the paradoxical effect of making the dangled additional meetings unnecessary by freeing Ann's mind of the pressure that would interfere with the evening's activities. Merry glanced at Robert, who nodded, so she brought Ann's attention to her punishment book. "We thought that it might be a good icebreaker if you got a look at this," she related, "It's my punishment book." She opened it, displaying the rows and columns depicting infractions and punishments. "My master has me write down my failures; that way he need not punish them immediately. Then he can look at patterns and prescribe suitable punishments."

Ann perused the various entries, a couple of which were quite interesting. "I notice that he doesn't always beat you," she observed.

"No," Robert took up his own defense, "That's one-dimensional, and doesn't always provide the proper incentives. If Merry honestly doesn't know how I'm going to deal with a particular infraction, the threat of that punishment is more effective. Remember, what I'm looking for here is perfect obedience, not opportunities to inflict pain. Where possible, it's a mental thing, physically enforced."

"What's this?" Ann asked. "'A slave offered more of herself than her master directed.' And the punishment: 'Attempted rape'?"

Merry winced. Names were going to have to be changed, or Ann wasn't going to be happy. "Um, well... My master told me that I should brighten a male acquaintance's day by showing him an occasional flash of forbidden flesh. I got kind of carried away, and displayed a lot more than Master intended." She blushed, "Apparently, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

Ann smiled. "I might have liked to have seen that! Anyone I know?"

"I can't say. Maybe." Merry temporized, in a fine attempt at misdirection. It would be unwise to name Bert at this juncture, given the possible effects upon their working relationship.

"How far did you go?"

"I took off my blouse and let him conduct a close examination. And I indicated that he could... relieve himself by masturbation without upsetting me," Merry admitted.

"Whew! You DID go pretty far!" Ann exclaimed.

"I thought so," Robert remarked. "I wasn't too concerned about the individual involved, but if she did that for someone else, I feared she might be attacked! Besides, I really feel it obligated me to offer her services to him, now that he's been enticed..."

"Excuse me?" Ann blinked, shocked.

"She teased him! As her master, I am responsible, and if she led him on, she should be made to deliver on such things!" Robert insisted.

"But she's..." Ann blustered.

"My wife? Correction! That relationship, however legally in force it remains, has been superceded! Merry is my slave, my property - livestock, if you will! If I ask you here, promising steak and lobster, and just give you chips when you arrive, what do you think of my hospitality? However mistaken she may have been about the content of my instructions, Merry offered this man an opportunity to engage in sexual activity with her - and we shall both have to deal with the consequences!"

Merry, gauging the flow of his upset, made an attempt to reduce it. "I'm sorry, Master!"

Robert gathered himself in and relaxed. "I know," he sighed, caressing her flank, "And you've been punished. But it may not be over."

Ann was diffident, but she HAD to know! "And the punishment?"

Robert smiled grimly. "We had another male acquaintance on tap, with whom I made a deal. I had Merry entice him with erotic dance for ten minutes, then gave him five to catch her and have his way with her if her could. Merry's responses to his attentions were limited, too! While he was under no such strictures, she was not allowed to injure him. And if he managed penetration, anywhere, she had to complete the act with him without further struggle." Robert smiled broadly, remembering, "That was QUITE an exciting five minutes, I can tell you!"

Ann's eyes were huge, and she was excited, too! "Did he catch her?"

Robert shook his head. "He didn't QUITE make it. Frankly, I don't think he was trying as hard as he might have. Next time, I'll have to exhort him to increased effort - or increase the time limit..."

The look on Merry's face was priceless. "Next time?" She turned to her master, opened her mouth, realized that she was on thin ice, shut it, and turned back toward Ann, blushing furiously.

Robert, his teasing having had its full effect, roared with laughter. After a moment, he decided to approach another subject, "Merry, before we continue, show Ann the other items on the table."

Merry lifted the towel, revealing a number of sex toys, most of which appeared to be capable of vibration. Ann examined the items, then looked at Robert for clarification.

Robert explained, "Since we're still unclear exactly how far things are going to go, and in particular, whether you intend to actively participate in anything we do or just observe, we have provided some items to assist you should you decide to limit yourself to autoeroticism. Um, if you find you need a moment's privacy to make additional preparations, just let me know, and either I'll leave the room, or Merry can show you to a bath... There is also a blanket there on the couch that can be used to obscure your activity, if modesty is an issue with you."

Ann nodded, perusing the selection, then met Robert's eyes, "I shouldn't need to make any adjustments in my clothing," she confessed, "Since I knew you didn't allow Merry panties, I didn't wear any." She blushed a bit, but held her ground. After a moment, her attention returned to the vibrator selection. "What's this for?" she asked, selecting a vibrator with a five inch long, but pencil-thick soft rubber tip.

Robert turned to Merry, indicating with his eyes that she should provide the response. Merry nodded, and explained, "That one is for anal stimulation. It's sort of a beginner's aid, designed to provide fairly deep stimulation without dilating the anus the way a penis would."

"Oh," Ann replied, putting it down hastily. Robert made a mental note of the reaction for later use.

Ann returned her attention to the punishment book, running her finger along the punishments column, and shuddered when she found a particularly harsh entry. "Twenty lashes! My God!" She favored Merry with a look of sympathy.

Merry smiled wryly, "I see we're coming to where I expected to start this," she observed. "I planned to start the evening by showing you the pictures of my first beating; I DIDN'T expect you to go through all of the entries!"

"Since we've wandered a bit," Robert suggested, "why don't we stop a moment for refreshments before continuing? I believe a glass of wine might go well..."

Merry was up like a shot. "Yes, Master. The white?" At Robert's nod, she turned to Ann and clarified, "My master prefers a Pinot Grigio, but we have several varieties. I can also provide several non-alcoholic options. What would you like?"

Ann thought for a moment, then announced, "Wine will probably be fine, but I think I'll go with you to look at what you have." Turning to Robert she asked, "Will you excuse us?"

"I take it that it's time for girl talk?" Robert asked.

"Exactly," Ann replied. Robert nodded, and the pair left the room, headed for the kitchen.

Merry displayed the various bottles in the Nellis' small selection of wines, then turned to an upper cabinet, extracting a white wine glass and a larger red wine glass. "See anything you like?"

"Um, the pinot is fine," Ann replied, "it was just an excuse." She paused for a moment. "You two are sure serious about this slavery thing! I mean, really, livestock?"

"We ARE serious," Merry replied, "We HAVE to be. As for that little incident, I screwed up, bad. The good news is that our friend is too much the gentleman to take advantage of it."

"Robert would really have you sleep with this man?" Ann asked, horrified.

"Undoubtedly, if he pressed a case for having been teased. It would be a matter of honor." Merry replied. Her hand shook a bit as she poured the wine. "How about some cheese and crackers?"

"Isn't that kind of outrageous?" Ann queried.

"This whole thing has required major mental adjustments on both our parts," Merry replied, "Have you considered what it means that YOU are here? This isn't exactly a normal situation."

Ann blinked. She hadn't really considered that their plans for the evening in that light. "I noticed that you chopped off your reaction to Robert's teasing..."

"Yeah," Merry agreed, "I almost screwed that one up, big time."

"Huh?"

"Ann, rule number one of successful slavery is NEVER, EVER challenge your master's authority, because if you do, it obligates him to stomp on you!" Merry related pedantically. "In that situation, what would YOU have said?"

"I don't know," Ann replied, frowning. "'You wouldn't!' or 'If you think, I'm gonna let THAT happen... '"

"Ann," Merry explained, smiling wryly, "Both of those responses would have obligated my master to ensure that it DID happen, and that I DIDN'T avoid being raped successfully - as soon as possible! Either of those reactions would indicate that I believed that I had some operational control over my master - and for him to maintain my respect he MUST summarily punish such an offense!"

"HE is obligated?" Ann murmured, confused.

"Yes, Ann. Masters have obligations, too. I cannot be successful as a slave if my master isn't strict in his enforcement of his authority. If I don't fear and respect him, it's just a game." Merry shook her head. "These things have depths you don't understand. Robert is, as a rule, extremely lenient and gentle with me - and for this reason, he must be absolutely merciless in suppressing anything that looks like a challenge to his authority. If he just beat me capriciously, or did terrible things to me on no notice, perhaps I would be fearful enough to never challenge him. But because he DOESN'T do that, he has to be ever-vigilant to ensure that I don't fall into disrespect and destroy the stability of our relationship."

"What is the effect of my being here?" Ann asked.

"I don't know - maybe I don't understand the question," Merry responded, looking up from unwrapping the cheese. "If you're asking if he would punish me in your presence, I'd have to say that it would depend upon his perception of your tolerance. I DO know that it would be his preference to punish an infraction immediately."

"Um, maybe that's not it, exactly. What's MY status?" Ann asked.

Merry dropped into instructional mode. "You're a free woman. You're our guest. Technically, you're my master's guest, and mine only by extension. You can expect to be treated as a guest here, as well or better than anywhere else. As to whether that has any effect on my master's relationship with me, I'd have to say it's irrelevant - except possibly if you were moved to cause us legal problems in a misguided effort to rescue me from my situation. Any attempt to physically interfere would probably cause my master to delay, but not vacate, any punishment I earned."

"Is my status subject to change?" Ann asked.

Merry pondered, her hands working more or less automatically. "This evening is a unique situation. Largely due to what we are trying to accomplish, I'd say yes - under normal circumstances, probably not. In any case, only you can initiate a change."

"What are the options?" Ann wondered.

"Well, it depends upon what you hope to accomplish. For instance, if you wanted to put yourself in a position of authority over me, my master might - probably would - allow it. I can virtually guarantee that he would not grant you any authority over him, however!" Merry smiled, thinly.

"How would I do that?" Ann asked intrigued.

"There are two options," Merry explained. "You could ask to be allowed to act as my Mistress, temporarily, or you could submit, with the condition that you have authority over me." Merry pondered a moment. "Of the two, the second is less certain."

"Why?" Ann asked, "I'd have thought that it was the simpler of the two."

"You would be wrong!" Merry replied. "It's in the nature of submission: once you submit, your master's wishes rule, in any matter. My master may see fit to honor your request - and he may not. Once you have submitted, he may decide at any moment to change the situation, based upon anything from a reasoned belief that the new arrangement is more efficient to a simple whim. Our rule is that once you give up your freedom, it's gone - until your master sees fit to restore it."

"You mean he can do ANYTHING?" Ann asked, incredulous.

Merry smiled, wryly, "How do I bring this home to you? Theoretically, you put your life in his hands - and you trust that it's safe, there. Ummm, what's a good example? Okay, let's try this: You could go in there and kneel to Robert and submit - and miss a week at work because you're chained in the basement with a ball gag in your mouth, being anally raped by four or five invited guests every evening."

"No!" Ann was aghast.

"Yes!" Merry countered, "Once you submit, he does what he wishes with you - until he releases you! Now, I deliberately created an extreme situation - he's certainly never done that to me - but if Robert thought the whole thing would do you good he's capable of it!"

"He isn't either! I can't believe that!" Ann exclaimed.

Merry, gathering up the tray of cheeses, grinned, "Rule number two of successful slavery: NEVER, EVER, by ANY means, indicate that you believe your master to be incapable of an action. It's kind of a corollary to rule number one - you obligate him to prove otherwise, possibly spectacularly. That's why I didn't come out with something like 'I knew you were kidding' when my master teased me a while ago. He'd have had to prove otherwise. I don't want to tell you how I learned THAT lesson! Shall we?" She waved Ann through the door.

"So I shouldn't mention this conversation, especially in a disparaging manner, and then submit myself?" Ann asked grinning.

Merry's mein was totally serious when she stopped, turned to Ann, and retorted, "Not unless you want to take up residence in the basement." Ann still couldn't believe it, but it was clear that Merry was deadly serious. She decided that she wouldn't tempt fate.

They returned to the den. Ann seated herself, while Merry placed the cheese and crackers on the coffee table, shifting the toys to facilitate the placement, then turned and knelt, presenting the wineglass to Robert. "Your wine, Master."

"OUR wine, is more like it!" Robert retorted, grinning.

Merry dropped her eyes. "A slave is guilty of assumption, Master."

"A slave is guilty of forecasting her master's needs and wishes, which is a commendable offense, not a punishable one," Robert replied. He dipped his finger into the wine and presented it for Merry to suck, and again Ann was struck by the action's sensuality. "Did you have a good talk?"

"Ann still doesn't have a clear understanding of the implications of my slavery," Merry responded, smiling at Ann in an expression that carried 'Forgive me!' as a subtext.

Ann accepted the exposure gracefully, realizing that Merry wasn't allowed to lie, or even to fail to respond. "She's been doing her best to scare me to death over it, though."

"Oh?" Robert prompted, interested.

"She painted a couple of scenarios in an attempt to get me to understand that submission isn't trivial," Ann continued, "At least one was pretty extreme."

Robert nodded. "It's a hard thing for most people to grasp. Theoretically, NOTHING is too extreme. In reality, we're bounded by our own character, and its flaws. Doubtless, Merry indicated to you that while there is a difference between what I COULD do and what I WOULD do, exploration of the boundaries of the latter cause it to approach the former."

Ann thought about this for a second. "Yes, she did, in fact. Your turn of phrase brings up another issue: I don't remember these formal, stilted speech patterns in you!"

Robert grimaced, "They're an attempt at precision. Merry needs to understand exactly what I want, or I'm frustrated, and she gets punished. I find that I've fallen into the habit of expressing myself this way as I deal with her."

"Merry said, for example, that if you promised me something as a free woman, that you would not necessarily be bound by it if I became a slave," Ann accused.

"True. There is a change in relationship. You no longer have rights. A master might be bound by the idea that his honor might be called into question when and if you regained your freedom, or he might not, depending upon his level of personal integrity. I personally, would attempt to avoid the issue by not making any promises," Robert replied.

Ann nodded, musing. "So Merry was correct: If I wanted to be in authority over her, I should ask to be allowed to act as her mistress while a free woman, rather than attempt to bargain for the position as a condition to my submission."

Robert turned to Merry, eyes shining, "Very good, my treasure! Exactly right!" He reached out and caressed her flank, pulling her in for a kiss, and a nibble on her neck, actions that Merry felt free to accept with more than mere grace. Turning to Ann, he nodded agreement, "Merry IS correct: this is one of those circumstances in which I would refuse to make any promises. I COULD lie - once you're a slave, it doesn't matter. Or I COULD promise in good faith, but upon determination that I have an objection, capriciously vacate the promise on the grounds that promises to free individuals do not apply to slaves. But what I WOULD do is make no promises."

Ann nodded, recovering from her mild embarrassment at the couple's unashamed display of mutual affection. Robert's action surprised her, but Merry's happy, unashamed acceptance of the intimacy titillated her. The fact that Merry was actually politicking for more, surreptitiously rubbing her flank against Robert's leg and refusing to release his hand, brought a smile to Ann's lips. There was love here, however weirdly packaged. Ann returned her attention to the punishment book. "What's this about pictures?"

Robert nodded. "On the occasion of Merry's first real disciplining, there was an opportunity to capture it photographically, which I took advantage of in the hopes that the visual reference would stave off one or more future sessions. Upon viewing them, we discovered that they were somewhat compelling. Merry thought that assessing their effect upon you might be instructive." He extended his right hand, which Merry reluctantly let go of, repositioning herself so that she knelt facing the end of the coffee table between the pair, able to look at the book at a ninety degree angle. Robert sat forward in his chair so that he could join the other two, closely gathered around the open book.

Merry opened it to the first page of pictures, saying simply, "It begins here." Robert absently began rubbing Merry's back - but Merry's appreciation was anything but absent. She arched her back, closing her eyes for a moment and all but purring.

Ann turned her attention to the pictures, the first of which depicted Merry kneeling before Robert, undressed as she was now, with his thumb in her mouth. Merry was obviously seriously afraid, tragic eyes locked upon her master's.

The inevitable question arose. "Why is she sucking your thumb?" Ann asked, puzzled.

"Master was trying to keep me from making a total fool of myself," Merry replied, patiently. "I'd just said and done a whole bunch of highly punishable things, and he was wisely restraining me from saying something that might destroy our relationship."

Robert grinned tightly, "The thumb also gave her some comforting distraction. It kept her from bolting on me, which would have been equally disastrous!"

Ann returned her attention to the photo. "This looks VERY public!" she related breathlessly.

"It was, fairly," Robert admitted. "As I may have mentioned, it was at the Sex Shoppe, in town. There were several customers..." He craned around to look at the photo, then took in Merry also trying to orient properly from the side. Finally, he examined Ann's somewhat flushed visage. "This seating arrangement doesn't seem to be working that well. Why don't we all sit on the couch?"

Ann looked up, "Okay!"

"Who holds the book?" Robert inquired.

"Um - let Merry!" Ann scooted to her right. Merry took a seat, and the proffered book, and Robert occupied the left side of the couch. All three of them then leaned toward one another to examine the pictures. After a moment, Merry glanced at Ann, and, getting a nod, turned the page. The next photo - the next five, in fact, displayed Merry chained to some bars in a store display, wearing nothing but a collar, a ball gag, wrist and ankle restraints, and a scared and unhappy expression.

The next shot depicted Robert in the process of finishing a swing of a paddle, the mark of its impact still distorting Merry's right buttock. "Oh!" Ann exclaimed, and leaned forward, to examine the photo closely, dropping her hand to Merry's right thigh for support.

Merry didn't flinch, but she picked up Robert out of the corner of her eye. Robert mouthed "Go with it," then said aloud, "That's the first strike." He'd been watching and had seen Ann give herself away by clearing her fingers with her thumb before the apparently unconscious shift of the hand to Merry's leg. 'Very well, ' he thought, 'she's going to want to participate... ' He resumed rubbing Merry's back, which caused her to arch it slightly. The change of position had the potential of feeding Ann a breast, if the two weren't careful. Robert smiled.

Ann glanced up at Merry, who was visibly enjoying the caress, and Merry took the hint, turning the page. The photo showed the aftermath of the second strike upon the left buttock. In the photo, Merry's face was wet with tears. "Oh, my!" Ann breathed.

The next six shots depicted Robert striping Merry's back, thighs, and buttocks with a wide strap. Ann examined each one, made some exclamation, and either squeezed or patted Merry's leg after each.

The next shot caught Merry in mid-sob, and Robert in follow-through from another swing of the paddle. "Are the pictures mixed up?" Ann asked.

"No," Robert replied, "I switched back." He pointed to the fresh strap marks visible across Merry's back and thighs, "See?"

Ann leaned in close to examine the photo, and Merry shifted it to balance between her knees and the coffee table, then put out a hand to balance herself - on Ann's thigh, where it emerged from her skirt, just above the knee.

Merry pretended that it was unconscious, but it was every bit as deliberate as Ann's sallies. Robert pretended to ignore the whole thing, poker faced, but inside, he was laughing.

As for Ann, her pretense at unconcern was somewhat marred by the sudden intake of breath the move occasioned. Already excited by the bizarre content of the photos, Ann could FEEL her pussy lubricating at the contact of Merry's hand. Her response, though, was to nestle the extended arm between her neck and shoulder as she leaned over the photo. "Oh, yes! I see!"

The following photo was unsurprising, as it depicted Robert delivering the mirror stroke with the paddle, and Ann relaxed, showing less interest. But the NEXT photo was a study in agony! Merry, red-faced, was trying to crawl through the bars, eyes wide, while a red weal appeared on her upper right thigh, obviously delivered by the riding crop Robert was just finishing following through with. "Ohmigod!" Anne exclaimed, "That looks awful!"

"It was!" Merry agreed, "I thought the paddle and the strap were bad, but..."

Ann leaned in, drinking in the detail, of which there was plenty, thanks to Alvin's inspired photography - while gently rubbing Merry's thigh. She reached out and turned the page, discovering the second strike. Obviously, the effects of the first hadn't abated; just as obviously, Merry was looking mindlessly for ANY avenue of escape! "Ohhh, my!" Ann breathed.

The next photo showed Robert working with a narrow, single-bladed whip, leaving a slashing mark on Merry's right buttock. A similar stripe already decorated the left. "Oooooh..." Ann was running out of breath. Her pussy was on fire, and... hadn't Merry just squeezed her thigh?

Merry had. She was beginning to enjoy herself, in fact. Ann was doing everything but hopping up and down - obviously, things were coming to a head, and Merry trusted Robert to make it memorable.

Ann turned to the next photo, which depicted the results of a similar attack on Merry's upper thighs with the thin-bladed whip. Ann took in the effects for a moment without comment, other than a squeeze to Merry's thigh, then turned the page. The next photo was a study in agony. Merry, every muscle taut, was trying her best to defeat the leg restraints and climb up the bars, while Robert followed through from a stroke of the thin whip... up? "Omigod!" Ann screeched, incredulous, "You hit her THERE?"

Robert looked sad, but replied heavily, nodding, "The intent was to provide a strong lesson, one that would help minimize the necessity for repetition. I HAD to prove that I could be brutal, and that punishment from me wasn't something that Merry could EVER expect to get used to! I'm not particularly proud of it, but I believe that it's had a salutary effect upon her obedience."

Ann returned her attention to the photo, soaking in the details. She was a mess; she just missed panting openly, her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy was drooling, leaving a wet spot on her skirt that would be unmistakable when she got up. One hand rubbed and squeezed Merry's thigh constantly, while the other clenched and unclenched while she fought the urge to slide it under her skirt. "You poor, poor dear!" Ann gasped, actually sliding her hand across Merry's belly to rub and squeeze her other thigh.

"That was the worst," Merry admitted, permitting the attention without obvious reaction. She hadn't decided whether this was Ann airing a hidden streak of lesbian behavior, or something else - but she knew that Ann would not be able to leave the house without sex. "Master hit my clit, and it went erect, in reaction to the pain! If he had struck again..." she shuddered. "But then, he went around front..." she husked

Ann's eyebrows went up and her hand darted to the book, flipping the page. "Ooooohhhh!" she hissed, taking it all in. The angle had changed, obviously originating from behind the bars, inside the display area. The flesh of Merry's left breast was caught dimpling in hydrostatic shock from the strike on her nipple, and she was clearly mindless from her agony. Ann turned and regarded the abused breast in awe; it looked none the worse for the wear, but a shudder went through Ann, anyway, and without thinking, she reached out to touch it. This wasn't something Ann did every day, by any means, but the wires were down to some areas of her brain. She cradled the rounded cone in her hand for a moment, looking from it to the deformed orb in the photo, looking for permanent damage, before remembering herself, and murmuring, "Ooops!"

After a moment, Ann moved on to the next picture, where Merry, still thrashing, took a hit on the other breast, but without the same deadly accuracy. It was exciting, but no surprise, so Ann moved on to the next picture, which depicted Merry slumped against the bars in a puddle of her loosened restraints, the ball gag still inserted in her mouth. She was the picture of pain and exhaustion. There were two more of these, various angles exploring her pain and humiliation. Ann resumed absently rubbing Merry's leg, and Merry resumed enjoying it.

The next picture depicted Merry moving alertly toward Robert on her knees, obeying the signal of his crooked finger. This show of obedience rekindled Ann's arousal, as did the next photo, which depicted Merry meekly lying her head against Robert's hip while he undid the fastenings of her ball gag. Strangely, despite - or maybe because of - the strange activity, the pair's pose depicted tender care on Robert's part, and complete trust on Merry's. It was curiously moving. Ann stared at it for some time.

The next photo displayed Merry, kneeling, spitting the ball gag into Robert's open palm. She was the picture of alert obedience, fearful eyes tracking her master, awaiting further instructions. Ann absorbed it for a moment, then flipped to the last picture. "What the Hell?" she exclaimed. The picture depicted Robert holding up his open hand in a 'stop' signal, while Merry was looking at him with her hand in the open fly of an old bum! "What's THIS all about?" Ann demanded.

Robert smiled. "I was testing her," he related, watching Ann closely. This would be the trigger point... "I told her to give the old bum a blowjob. She did well, too - she reacted so fast I was almost unable to stop her before she popped his cock in her mouth!"

"My God! How could you?" Ann exclaimed, eyes locked with Merry.

""It was easy," Merry replied, in a tone of deadly seriousness. "My Master had made his point! There were two things on my mind at that point: obedience and pain! My backside was on fire from my shoulder blades to my knees, and I was amazed that both of my tits weren't bleeding - I KNEW he'd slashed them open! The ONLY thought that passed through my mind was 'Master wants this'!"

Ann turned her gaze upon Robert and fell into the trap. "I can't see how I would do it, no matter what!"

Robert stood, and circled the couch, smiling. "I disagree. Pain is a powerful motivator. Care to accept a dare?"

Ann raised her eyes to his laughing ones. "What kind of dare?" she inquired.

Robert held up a hand. "First, I believe strongly that Merry is still powerfully motivated to be obedient. We will arrange a demonstration where she will prove me correct." His eyes bored into hers. "Then you will submit to me for, say, three hours. By the end of that time, I will have obtained your obedience such that you will have duplicated whatever Merry does."

"We don't have any old bums available," Ann observed. "What will we do?" She was playing it cool, but when Robert announced that he intended to bring her to heel, her pussy had pulsated. She was GOING to buy into this!

"Hmmm," Robert pretended to consider, but his observations of Ann had told him that she both feared and was fascinated by anal sex, and that she had a mild lesbian streak that she was unable to admit, even to herself. "We'll need a couple of things." Turning to Merry, he inquired, "Have you ever performed cunnilingus?"

Merry blinked, but replied blandly, "No, Master."

Robert turned to Ann. "And you?"

"Absolutely not!" Ann replied, hotly.

"Perfect!" Robert enthused. "Your reaction to the vibrator has provided the other condition. Merry will do what little is necessary to bring me to a solid erection. Then she will impale herself upon it - anally. Once we are fully engaged, she will put her head between your legs and bring you to orgasm, orally. Once that is complete, you will submit to me, and I will motivate you to duplicate the feat - within three hours." He reached out and cradled Ann's chin. "Well?"

Fear and desire warred in Ann. "I-I don't know..." she murmured, eyes locked on Robert's.

He smiled, lazily. "I'll sweeten the deal," he announced, "Something I DIDN'T do for Merry. You can cry 'Uncle' before I'm done, if you think you're properly convinced. But I warn you: If you fail, we will have another training session - and I shall be merciless!"

An out! Would she need it? And if she did... "What about the submission? You just spent some time telling me that once I submit, I'm totally at your mercy, and all deals are off!"

Robert smiled ruefully. "I told you that you were dependent upon my integrity... I WILL promise this - in writing! You must still trust me, however..." He let the bait dangle.

Ann gathered her courage, her arousal providing the impetus. "Okay! I can't really see you accomplishing all this. I'll TAKE your dare! I don't think you'll get through Phase 1!"

Robert turned to Merry and stuck out his hand, "The book!" Merry handed it to him, and he began scribbling. After a moment, he passed it to Ann, demanding, "Read it and sign!"

Ann bent to the page, which read:

"I, Ann Newton, do submit myself to the attentions of Robert Nellis for the period of three hours, commencing (blank) for a lesson in motivation and obedience through physical suasion. Master Robert affirms that I will suffer no permanent physical damage during this period."

Ann locked eyes with Robert, and held out her hand. Hell, he wasn't even going to hurt her! This would be easy! Robert provided the pen, and Ann signed her name and dated the entry, then handed it to Merry.

Merry read the entry, caught her master's eye, and nodded. Robert pointed at the page. "Sign as witness!" he instructed. Merry did so, wordlessly, and handed him the book.

Robert examined the entries and nodded, satisfied. "Merry," he directed, "Go get the lube. I never said either of you had to do it dry!"

Merry crossed the room to a chest, opening the lid and retrieving a bottle of water-based lube. Returning, she knelt before Robert, who bent to kiss her. "Make me proud," he intoned, then, "Kneel up!"

Merry knelt on her hands and knees before Robert, but turned her eyes upon Ann. "Permission to speak, Master?"

"Granted," Robert replied, concentrating upon opening the bottle.

Merry locked eyes with Ann. "If you think that I will fail to do this - all of it - you are gravely mistaken! My Master has directed it, so I will not only DO these things, I will strive to ENJOY them!" Turning her head to Robert, she announced, "Master, I think you should chain her NOW!"

Robert stopped, blinked, and regarded Ann gravely. "It might simplify things," he remarked, "But it will cut into the three hours..."

"I won't need much time for MY piece, Master!" Merry declared, "You'll have plenty of time... 

Fear danced up Ann's spine on little tiny feet at the confidence in Merry's tone, but the game was afoot, and the only acceptable response as bravado. Ann sneered, "Well, if it turns out that you need the hour and a half it's gonna take Merry to get ME going, you can ask for it..."

Robert smiled like a croc. Putting down the bottle of lube, he directed, "Merry, bring the ankle restraints and, oh, cuffs, for now." As Merry dashed to do his bidding, he turned his attention to Ann. "Come here, then, and kneel before me." Ann did so, discovering that she was trembling with fear and excitement. Robert held her eyes, directing, "Now, say 'I submit myself to your will, Master'."

"I-I submit myself to your will... Master" Ann quavered, and the initial phase of the evening's activities was complete.



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Chapter 102: Musical dates


The goddess Dina looked out over her domain from her position on the stage steps, and saw that it was good. The half dozen brave souls that Twyla had led to up the ante had swollen to a couple dozen, and several of the other girls were defending their territory vigorously, deploying subtler wiles to maintain the attention of escorts that had developed wandering eyes. Allegiances were shifting all over the room, the effect greased by those who had arrived without any in the first place... A case in point: Porky Peggy Ellis, dressed in a too-tight pink number that exacerbated her somewhat rotund figure, had managed to maneuver gawky August Lippmann, the exchange student, onto the dance floor. Had they arrived together, Dina wondered? She thought not... Only the two and a half inch heels Peggy had strapped to her chubby ankles kept the lanky Lippmann from towering over her - that and the fact that she had her hand against the back of his head, pressing his face into the tops of her sizable round breasts! Dina laughed aloud as August surfaced, extracting two inches of his skinny nose from the warm depths of Peggy's cleavage. But the flush on his face was from pleasure, if you went by the intensity with which he attacked Peggy's neck with his lips!

The place was a hothouse environment for manipulating relationships, and Dina itched to practice her specialty. Catching Bobby's eye, she murmured. "Let's mingle."

There was the sound of a slap from the left, where Claudette Pinkersley and Rob Graham were having a heated argument. Whatever Claudette said was drowned in Rob's roar of "Fuck you, you Ice Princess!" whereupon he spun and strode off.

"So much for the Prom court!" Dina observed, grinning. Bobby chuckled beside her. She looked over at the table the group had moved to when the old site got too hot. It was about ninety degrees around the room from the old table, and had the virtue of being absolutely invisible from the cloud of chaperones at the door. Mandi was sitting on Rick's lap, and had subscribed totally to the fashion of the moment, dropping her halter top and replacing it with a brassiere made of Rick's hands. Dolores sat beside Tim, kissing him greedily while rubbing his... leg? Dina didn't really think that's what it was... Only Terry and Jackie appeared to be more or less normally engaged, and Dina was sure that that was merely a case of the pair just being too nerdy to imagine doing much... 

Another slap sounded from the dance floor, and Tenisha Porter screeched "You asshole!" and stalked off the dance floor, leaving Nate Adams snarling, attempting to recollect his dignity. He turned and stomped off to the refreshments table, where Draper Travis was leaning, shaking his head. "There's a match made in Hell," Bobby observed, and Dina nodded, glancing around.

"Why were THEY together, anyway?" Dina wondered aloud.

"Nate had a choice between her and Fat Mary Nally," Bobby observed with characteristic baldness.

Dina nodded. "And Tenisha had NO choices..."

"Draper would have been thrilled to death - but he won't cut in front of Nate," Bobby observed. "Too bad it isn't mutual..."

"Yeah!" A light went off behind Dina's eyes. Bobby was a keen observer of human nature, if nothing else. It was the main reason why his barbs sank home... "So what does Nate REALLY want?"

Bobby thought about it. "Well, what he WANTS, more than anything else, is a white chick! It'd feed his ego and maybe settle him down. Tenisha's awful for him 'cause she looks like a stick... Nate likes titties, and I think he likes ass even more..."

Dina nodded. "So, Nate needs a woman who's good sized. That's easy. White might be more difficult..." Dina pondered.

"She'll need to be pretty thick-skinned, to put up with Nate's continuous bullshit," Bobby pointed out. "He always starts out with oily compliments, but he leaves his mouth running and eventually an insult leaks out."

"What about Tenisha?" Dina asked.

"Drape Draper on her," Bobby replied, shrugging. "He's had the hots for her forever - he's just too shy to do anything about it! And he's a charter member of the IBTC!"

"IBTC?" Dina inquired, "What's that?"

"Itty Bitty Titty Committee!" Bobby retorted, grinning.

Dina looked around the sidelines, spying Nora Wilson. Snapping her fingers, she announced, "I've got an idea! Who do you figure Nora came with?"

Bobby scratched his sandy ruff. "Dunno. Either she slinked in with Fat Mary, or she wheedled Teddy Frick into bringing her. Either way, she's gonna be lonesome - I'm pretty sure Teddy likes boys!" Bobby grinned.

"So am I," Dina agreed. Bobby could see the wheels turning. "Wanna have some fun, and maybe do a public service?" She began whispering in Bobby's ear. Bobby grinned, nodded, and sidled off to the refreshments table. Dina headed for the ladies.

"That sumbitch!" Tenisha screeched, the sound echoing in the ladies room, "You know what he said to me? 'Howbout I suck on them nipples an' see if I can inflate them pancake titties?' What kinda shit is that?"

"Nate shit," Dina observed, entering the ladies' room. She hadn't missed anything - you could hear Tenisha halfway down the hall. "What're you doing with him, anyway?"

"I dunno," Tenisha sulked, "Didn't get any other offers, I guess. But damn!"

"You KNOW you're walking home..." Dina pointed out. "It's his pattern."

"Yeah," Tenisha sighed. "Guess I'd better call a cab - the nights over."

"It needn't be," Dina observed, "There's other fish in the sea."

"Huh! Like who?" Tenisha retorted.

"There's Draper..." Dina eyed Tenisha sidelong.

"Hmmph. He's cute, but I can't get his attention," Tenisha groused. "He's always so... distant."

"Bobby says different," Dina opined. "Bobby says Draper watches you like a hawk. He's just too shy around girls to do anything about it."

"An' he hangs with Nate," Tenisha growled. "That's not exactly the mark of a desirable man!"

Dina frowned. "Ever notice how they talk to one another? Maybe it's more Nate hanging with Draper..."

"I can't stand bein' called 'Pancake Tits!'", Tenisha groused, "I won't go out lookin' for that!"

"Draper ever disrespect you?" Dina asked, knowing the answer. "Bobby says Draper does funny things when you come to school in a tube top. Spends a lot of time with his fingers moving like this:" Dina demonstrated, moving two fingers and a thumb in a move like... twisting a nipple?

Tenisha's eyes got round. "Really?"

Dina smiled. "Look, Draper's REAL shy - you're gonna have to push him a bit. But if you get him moving... Do I have to draw you a picture?"

"No..." Tenisha's eyes went distant. "He's kinda like a big teddy bear..." It didn't take a mind reader to tell she was trying on a favorite fantasy. Then she shook herself. "How in the Hell am I gonna get his attention?"

"Leave that to me," Dina confided. "I'll get Bobby to con him into offering you a ride home, and maybe a dance or two in the meantime. Surely, once you have him in hand, you can think of ways to keep him from letting go?"

Tenisha grinned. "I may not have tits, but I got an ass!" Tenisha did, too. Basically, she fit the stereotype for the narrow template black woman: tall, a bit horse-faced, narrow, bony. But she had a cute bubble butt, and nice legs - and she knew it. "You can do this?"

"Piece of cake!" Dina replied. "Be available!" She primped a bit in the mirror, turned, and sashayed out.

Tenisha shrugged, fussed with the ruffles in her frilly top for a couple of seconds, and followed. She had nothing to lose... and Draper, well, he was a package she'd never considered properly, but only because she'd considered him unattainable. If he WAS attainable, though... 

"Fuckin' bitch!" Nate fumed, snatching a coke from the table, "She gonna goddam WALK home!"

Draper smiled wryly, "What'd you do, ya dumb muthafuckah?"

Nate closed one eye and scratched his head in concentration. "Dunno. Sumpthin' about them pancake tits o' hers. Started out as a compliment..."

"You ain't NEVER gonna get your dick wet if you don't control that hole below your nose!" Draper chuckled.

"Aaah! Bitches is all the same!" Nate announced.

Draper shook his head. "A ho's a ho to you," his face turned sly, "'cept maybe if she's a WHITE ho..."

Nate's face changed, and for a moment, raw longing appeared there. "Yeah," he conceded, "Mebbe."

"Tenisha's all about shit you don' want," Draper observed, mildly. "Whyinthehell did you bring her?"

"Nuthin' else out there, for either of us!" Nate complained. "You'd think she'd have the sense to not get all het up..."

"Draper's right," Bobby observed, insinuating himself into the conversation. "I had you figured for an ass man!"

"Well," Nate allowed. "'Nisha's got one. It ain't the size I like, but she's got one."

The trio stood around, ruminating, discussing women in general, while Bobby kept an eye out for Dina.

Meanwhile, Dina descended on her second target in five minutes. "Hi, Nora. How's it goin'"

"Dina? That you? I didn't recognize you under that war paint..." Nora Wilson smiled shyly at the attention, then got a little wistful. "Okay, I guess."

"I don't see you tearing up the dance floor," Dina observed, "Who'd you come with?"

"Well, you know, I'm not incredibly popular..." Nora replied, morosely. Nora was about 5' 6", with a plain face and mouse-brown hair. She was fairly petite to the waist, with the exception of a nice set of 36C breasts - but she ballooned quite a bit between the waist and thighs, probably pushing 44", most of it hips and ass. Her odd shape caused her to take a lot of shit, but otherwise get overlooked. "And I came with Teddy..."

"Who isn't known for romancing women," Dina grinned. "In fact... Where is he? The men's room?"

Nora blushed. "We have that in common - we both like men!"

Dina snickered, but pounced on the opening. "Is that ALL you have in common? Rumor has it that Teddy likes his meat to be black..."

Nora's blush took on a MUCH darker hue. "I -I don't know," she stuttered.

Dina eyeing her closely, murmured, "Maybe it's time you found out. If I brought around a boy who might be interested, would it matter if he was black?"

Nora nearly strangled on her reply. "N-no..."

"Might even fulfill a fantasy or two, huh?" Dina teased.

"Oh, Gawd! Please don't tell anybody!" Nora pled.

"It's okay," Dina reassured her, "Your secret's safe with Mama Dina." She leaned in close. "Are you willing to take some advice, if I provide you an opportunity to fulfill the fantasy?"

"Well, okay," Nora replied dubiously. "Who are we talking about, and what do I have to do? I'm not going to end up feeling used, am I? Some guy didn't give you money to find him an easy lay?" Nora was trying hard to act tough and sophisticated, but Dina KNEW better. She'd seen that look of sadness before... 

"Nope, this is on the up and up. What do you think of Nate?" Dina asked.

"Nate Adams? So you ARE kidding. That's mean!" Nora looked like she was about to cry.

"No, no! I'm serious! Work with me here!" Dina insisted. "What's your objective opinion?"

Nora grinned. "Teddy and I discussed him. He'd be a catch..." She frowned, "If you could plug his mouth."

"Well," Dina admitted, "that's fair. But I have a theory. Nate's, well, high strung. I figure that he's got testosterone pouring out of his ears. He's GOTTA do SOMETHING! Besides, he's under the impression that somewhere, sometime, that line of shit is gonna get him laid."

"Okay, so..."

"So, Nate needs a woman who's thick skinned. But more than that, he needs control." Dina explained.

"Control?" Nora was lost.

"Yeah, control - but not the usual type. Most girls control their boys with the stick: threats, lackanookie, that kind of thing. But Nate doesn't respond to the stick - that's all he gets! I figure if you show him the carrot, and let him know that he needs to keep his mouth shut to get it..." Dina amplified.

"So, I wave a carrot? What kind of carrot?" Nora was still mystified.

"Well, Nate's an ass man..." Dina murmured, smiling.

"Yeah..." Nora began to smile. "I've got one of them..."

"He likes tits, too..." Dina's grin widened.

"Okay..." Nora began to nod.

"Last, but not least, Nate would be in Hawg Heaven if he could say his girlfriend was white..." Dina's smile would do credit to a crocodile.

"Yeah, but..." Nora frowned, "How do I control him? I don't do much of that..."

"Just treat him like you do Teddy," Dina smirked. "Thing is, you've got a handle on Nate - you don't have one on Teddy, really. Should be a snap!"

"Well, yeah," Nora agreed, troubled, "But don't I have to, uh..."

"Well, it might help. But nobody says you have to go all out tonight; Nate just needs to smell success. Besides, if Nate DOES settle down, isn't that the idea? I thought you WANTED somebody handling the merchandise!"

Nora bit her lip. "Guess you're right," she admitted. "But if you're wrong, my reputation is shot, for nothing!"

"Nah," Dina replied. "You'll have made yourself visible to your target audience, that's all. And the home team will turn out to prove THEY can do the job... One thing's sure - you WON'T be ignored!"

Nora laughed shakily, "No, I guess not! Okay, I'll give it a shot!"

"Mother him," Dina advised. "Nate needs a momma - someone to keep him happy and out of trouble. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yeah, I think so. But can he do the same for me?" Nora wondered.

"I'm thinking that anything's better than what you've got..." Dina replied.

Nora nodded. "Yeah, it's just nerves. Time to put up or shut up. Bring him on!"

Bobby caught a flicker out of the corner of his eye, and turned to confirm that Dina was giving him the high sign. "Say, Nate," he said casually, "What if I could set you up with a white chick?"

"Say what?" Nate's eyes popped.

"What d'ya think of Nora over there?" Bobby asked.

"The Wilson bitch?" Nate blinked. "Kinda homely..."

"Big, comfortable ass," Bobby replied, playing Devil's Advocate, "Nice tits, too. You holding out for a beauty queen? I didn't realize you had so many options..."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right - she ain't THAT hard to look at. Who says you can deliver? When'd YOU become her pimp?" Nate asked suspiciously.

"See Dina over there?" Bobby replied, "She's my ace in the hole. You've got a dance, and a shot at quite a bit more. IF you keep your big, fucking mouth shut!"

Draper chuckled and Nate glared. "Hey, I spent a long time workin' my rap!"

"And it's got you laid how many times?" Bobby sneered.

"Lissen to the man, ya stupid muthafuckah!" Draper chuckled, "He's brought you better inna box that you ever got! An' he's dead right! That rap o' yours ain't nevah got you nuthin' but slapped!"

"Go over there and ask Nora to dance," Bobby prompted. "If you can keep your mouth shut for five minutes, you might just score!"

"Awright, you made your point!" Nate growled, and moved off.

Bobby turned to Draper, "Can you do me a favor?"

Nate closed on the girls and began to swagger - until he met Dina's glare. He throttled it back and turned to Nora. "Uh, Nora - think we could dance?"

Nora glanced at Dina, who drove a thumb into the palm of her other hand. "All right," she murmured, archly, "As long as you behave yourself." She let him lead her to the floor.

Draper eyed Bobby "Whatcha want wit' me?"

Bobby shrugged. "Nothing you don't do all the time. I want you to clean up after Nate."

"Huh?" Draper blinked.

"Tenisha's night's been messed up pretty bad." Bobby noted. "Why don't you offer to take her home? Maybe you can tease her back onto the dance floor, and cheer her up?"

"Uh, I dunno..." Draper was suddenly VERY uncertain.

"C'mon, you'll be a hero!" Bobby punched Draper in the shoulder.

"You sure?" Draper was all but shaking.

Bobby saw that he was going to have to resort to the hard sell. "Yeah, I'm sure." Turning he waved, "Hey Tenisha!"

Draper, stuck, stood rooted while Tenisha came up. "Hey, Tenisha."

Bobby turned to Tenisha. "Draper's offered to take you home."

"He has!" Tenisha turned a sunny smile on Draper. "How sweet!"

"You, uh, wanna go now?" Draper asked, nervously.

"Well, if my ride is all settled, it might be nice to stay a while," Tenisha replied sweetly, "We could dance..."

"Okay." Draper really had no choice. He collected Tenisha's hand and headed for the floor.

Bobby, grinning, made his way back to Dina. "Draper almost chickened out!"

"I noticed!" Dina laughed, "Who'd have guessed that Draper was THAT nervous around women? Well, Tenisha's got him, now!" A glance at the dance floor revealed that Tenisha had flowed into Drapers muscular arms. "Let's go sit and watch for a bit."

Twyla Banks and Mickey LaRue were sitting on a stone bench in the attached garden, capturing a bit of privacy while listening to the music. Mickey was straddling the bench, and Twyla, her legs off one side, was leaning against him. Poor Mickey was trying to figure out what to do with his itching palms; Twyla's breasts were an obvious target, but mauling them all of the time didn't seem respectful. This was TWYLA, not some slut... "Twy? Things have changed, haven't they?"

Twyla stiffened. "Well, yeah... You wanna go back?"

"Noooo..." Mickey drew it out while he thought about it. "But I'm all fucked up. Part of me is acting like a kid in a candy store, but the other part remembers that we have a long history as really good friends - and it seems kind of disrespectful..."

"... To be groping and pawing on your good friend Twyla?" Twyla turned laughing eyes on Mickey. "That's got to be one of the most incredibly sweet things you've ever said to me!" She pondered a moment. "I don't want to lose that old interaction," she declared, "but I think we can add a dimension. We can be 'intimate friends'. Or maybe..." Once again, she turned laughing eyes upon him. "Do you remember when we were in fourth grade, and you swore you were going to marry me?"

Mickey grinned. "You threw rocks at me for a week!"

Twyla held his eyes. "Maybe it's time we reexamined that promise..."

Mickey's universe suddenly developed the capability to assume all kinds of positions - but right side up wasn't one of them! He froze, and his eyes unfocused, as a million parallel universes yawned before him, leaving him afraid to take a step least he either destroy something precious or commit himself to something he couldn't follow through on.

Twyla, watching his eyes, saw him go away, and fear rocketed through her, as she realized she'd gone too far. Actually, it had been something of a tease - she hadn't realized just how serious he'd been when he'd announced that he was adrift! Then she calmed herself and got practical. Mickey needed an anchor. His mind was gone, but his body wasn't, so... She leaned up, unzipped the back of her dress, flipped down the cups of the built-in bra, and moved Mickey's hands from her waist to her exposed breasts.

It worked. After a couple of seconds, the hands began gently kneading her soft flesh, and she felt Mickey relax and reengage. Twyla turned her head, ALMOST looking at him and said, "Sorry, Mick. I didn't mean to..."

"Don't say another word!" Mickey directed. "If you do, one of us might be tempted to consider the matter closed. It isn't. I think it can best be labeled as 'under investigation'."

"Okay," Twyla replied meekly. "Mick? How about this? My world is like a big house. When you said those things in the fourth grade, I threw rocks at you because you didn't have the keys to those rooms. Heck, even I didn't, then! Over the years, we've gradually handed out more and more keys to each other. Tonight, I handed you a whole new ring, and you've been real sweet about returning the favor - but we haven't explored those rooms yet, and some of them we'll have to explore together. There's a lot of that to do before we can expect to discover whether two of the rooms are adjoining... In the meantime, the old rooms we're comfortable in still exist, and can still be retreated to when we're scared to look in the closet or under the bed. Okay?"

"Uh huh," Mickey was fully returned to the present. "Can I chew on you neck for a bit?" he asked.

Twyla smiled. "Okay. Don't be surprised if I moan and groan and thrash around a bit."

Mickey grinned. "I'm looking forward to it!"

"That was fun," Bobby announced, handing Dina her coke. "Think it'll take?" he asked, as he plopped into a chair.

"I dunno," Dina replied as she settled on his lap, "I planned for the long run - not fair to them not to - but it really depends on whether Nora has the guts to step up to the plate and whether Draper can manage to hide behind his poker face long enough to convince Tenisha that there is nothing there. I'm betting Draper can't hold out, but I'm worried about Nora. She's not known for her guts." Dina suddenly developed an evil grin and began maliciously wriggling on Bobby's lap.

Bobby's erection was almost instantaneous - and uncomfortable. After a very few seconds he warned, "Pretty Tits, if you don't stop that, I'm gonna..."

Dina slid forward on Bobby's legs, in case he stood up to dump her off, turned to eye him archly and asked, "You're gonna what?"

Until the moment she asked the question, Bobby had no answer - but her change in position proved her undoing, as inspiration struck. "This!" Bobby roared, and quickly whipped his thumb between his legs, under Dina's ass and up through the slit in the back of her skirt, goosing her. The unerring accuracy of the attack was a surprise to both of them; Dina's labia were lubricated and had retracted from sliding up and down along Bobby's erection, and Bobby's thumb entered Dina's vaginal canal to the first knuckle.

Dina's eyes bugged out, she leaped straight up, and screamed bloody murder, garnering attention from every corner of the room! She whirled on Bobby screeching "Bobby McCormick! You..." - but Bobby was collapsed in mirth, as was everyone else at the table! She recovered herself and her sense of humor, and bent to attack him where he sprawled defenseless, unable to catch his breath. Bobby wrapped her in a bear hug, and gasped between chuckles, "Next time... it'll be... my cock!"

"Promises, promises!" Dina jeered, then settled in for a big kiss.

Nate Adams was a happy man. The first couple of dances with Nora had been fast ones, and had gone quite well. Toward the end of the second dance, they started a more or less standard move where Nora turned around and backed into him, and Nate discovered just how soft and resilient that ass was! The reaction was anything but, however, and Nate retained the presence of mind not to allow it to be detected, disengaging when the problem became serious and taking her on the hip instead. He was just congratulating himself on the move when the next dance began - a slow ballad that brought Nora into his arms. With her breasts pillowing against his chest, his cock would NOT go down, and he became nervous, trying to figure out how he was going to keep her from detecting it. 'Time to run the rap!' he thought, but when he opened his mouth, Nora said "Shhh!" and laid her head on his shoulder, boring in.

Nate hadn't been as successful as he believed himself to be; Nora had detected his erection during the spooning maneuver. When the slow dance started, she deliberately came in close enough to bring her breasts into contact with his chest, to see what his reaction would be. The panic in his eyes that presaged his attempt to talk gave her warning enough to prepare her admonishment to silence and to move in. She laid her head on his shoulder, and ground her pubic mound against his bone, leaving no doubt that it had been detected. Nate's eyes widened, but Nora said nothing, and did NOT pull away... 

After a bit, Nate's embarrassment began to fade and he got comfortable. Nora was, well, sweet. Nate smelled her hair, and began rubbing her back, enjoying the silky feel of her skin. He settled his cock along the junction of her pubic mound and right leg and just left it there, as much as possible, Nora actively helping him to maintain engagement. Obviously, she not only knew it was there, but was also enjoying its presence!

Nora was pleased. Nate felt, well, nice against her. His somewhat rangy frame and whipcord muscles presented a solid, but not bony surface for her to press against. His arms and hands were strong, yet gentle as he moved them along her back. As for the long, hard cylinder of flesh that lay along the hollow inside her hip from the vicinity of her crotch upward for several inches along her belly, well... The contact of that hot flesh conveyed the certainty that she had Nate's full attention. And if THAT was the case, maybe she DID have the tools necessary to handle the situation!

Another song began, slow like the last. Nate backed off for a second, and murmured, "You wanna go on?" Nora nodded, and flowed back against him, and Nate realized that he just might be accomplishing something. Certainly, this was his most successful interlude with a woman yet... Growing confidence led him to begin testing his limits. One of the hands caressing Nora's back began drifting lower, sweeping across the top of Nora's broad ass. Nate savored the feel of it, sliding his hand lower and cupping the soft cheek. It was... luxurious, and Nate was fascinated. "Y'know Nora," he began, "You pretty fine. Not much to look at, but..."

"Nate, Honey," Nora purred, interrupting him, "If you want to feel that ass without a lot of cloth covering it, you'll shut up now, before you say something that makes me unhappy."

Nate's mouth closed with a clop, and he jerked his hand away from her ass like it was burned, gingerly resettling it on her back. What had she said? Had she just called him 'Honey'? "Uhh, what... ?"

Nora leaned back to engage his eyes. Nate's look of confusion was comical, and she couldn't resist a smile. "You have a question?"

"Did you jus' call me 'Honey'?" Nate asked. He figured his ears didn't work, or something.

Nora eyed him sidelong. "Yesss. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no! That's fine!" Nate declared hurriedly. Why did he feel so weird? "Uhhh... ?"

"Yes?" Nora was all innocence.

"You said sumpthin' after that..." At Nora's look of encouragement, he stuttered on, "... uh, about feelin' your ass? Uh, bare?"

Nora's eyelids drooped. "Maybe... If you're a good boy, and don't start that line of drivel you usually spout. Some of the stuff you say, well, isn't nice."

"But it's my line!" Nate protested. "It gets me..."

"What?" Nora demanded. "Slapped? Isn't it what got you slapped a while ago?"

"Well, yeah," Nate admitted.

"Nate," Nora declared, "These are the ground rules: If you can manage to keep from saying something that makes me unhappy enough to walk away, the sky's the limit! Or you can run your rap and never get another chance! Since I honestly wonder whether you have any idea what you're doing, I'll let you slide the first time, if you just ask me if a particular comment is okay. But if you embarrass me in public, I'm gone. Understand?"

"Uh, I think so," Nate replied cautiously. "No rap. Got to be careful 'bout what I say. An' this gets me..."

Nora took Nate's hand and put it back on her ass. "What does 'The sky's the limit' mean to YOU?"

"Uhhhh," Nate was beside himself. "You're shittin' me, right?"

"Look, I don't normally talk like this, but I want to be clear," Nora declared. "I'm not promising you that you're going to get laid tonight, but the door's open. And there's always tomorrow..." She smiled. "If you just HAVE to use that mouth of yours, you could kiss me..."

"Huh!" Nate didn't have to think about that one. He pulled her in and locked lips... and entered a whole new world. Nora melted against him, returning the kiss, and Nate was inundated. He stopped moving to the music - Hell, he couldn't HEAR the music! But he was feeling with every nerve in his body!

Nora wasn't exactly unaffected. Nate gave as good as he got, and Nora went weak in the knees. The kiss lasted thirty seconds, but might as well have been eternity; neither of them got out unscathed. Music was still playing when Nate surfaced, so he put the pair back in motion, but they were shaky. Concentration on dance was impossible; when the music stopped, Nate muttered, "Think we oughta sit down for a couple." and led an unresisting Nora off the floor.

Dina, who had been watching the pair closely, caught the kiss and announced "Bang!" pleased with herself.

Bobby looked, nodded. "We do good work!"

Dina nodded, pleased. "We're batting 500 - 667 if you count Twyla and Mickey."

"How are Tenisha and Draper doing?" Bobby wondered aloud.

"Tougher to tell. It's gonna be a tough sell," Dina replied.

The couple in question was sitting this one out, having danced only fast dances. Tenisha decided to press a bit. "Draper, Honey, how come you've never asked me out?"

"I figured you'd jus' say 'No'," Draper related diffidently. "You bein' pop'lar an' all. I don' 'zactly draw a crowd."

Tenisha shook her head. "I've got a lot of GIRL friends; boys are different! I came HERE with NATE for God's sake!"

Draper shrugged. "You're outta my league..."

Tenisha gave him the fish eye. "Don't you give ME that po' nigra act, Draper Travis - I've heard you in Drama class! You can do anything you want - but you PLAY at bein' ghetto black! Why?"

Draper shrugged, "Way I grew up! I got friends..."

"Like Nate Adams, who thinks an attitude is gonna get him something! When you gonna give him up as a lost cause?"

"Scuse me? I hang with Nate, not the other way around!" Draper protested.

"Sell it to somebody who's buyin'!" Tenisha retorted. "You're the only one keepin' Nate outta jail! When you, Nate, and Stick get inta trouble, its Nate bouncin' off the walls does it - an' when you get out, it's YOU drivin'! I got eyes!"

Tenisha caught a movement - or a lack thereof - on the dance floor. Nate and Nora were frozen in a clinch. She indicated the couple with her eyes. "You might be out of a job!"

Draper glanced over his shoulder, then did a double-take. "Jeezus! It's workin'!"

"What?" Tenisha asked sharply.

"Bobby McCormick come over here, an' talked Nate inta puttin' the moves on Nora. Tol' him - like I done a thousand times - keep his muthafuckin' mouth shut an' snuggle up, an' his dreams'd all come true! I didn't fuckin' believe it..."

"Maybe you should start lookin' to yours?" Tenisha murmured quietly. Draper turned to her, wide-eyed, and Tenisha chuckled after a moment, "Gotcha!"

Draper's look turned calculating. Bobby had been downright pushy... "You know sumpthin' I don't?"

"Maybe," Tenisha admitted. "Nothing you won't guess pretty soon. Back to the original question: Why haven't you asked me out?"

"I ain't comfortable 'round women," Draper grunted.

"I see you givin' shit to Fat Mary and the Tyrone sisters all the time..." Tenisha prodded.

"Awww, they're pests! Christ!" Draper groused, "If I gotta type, they ain't it!"

"Oh?" Tenisha retorted archly, "I hear you spread Beulah Tyrone awhile back."

"Who tol' you that!" Draper roared, full of fury.

"Beulah Tyrone!" Tenisha simpered.

"I'm gonna wring her goddam neck! Fuckin' cow chased me for six months after that!"

"So it happened?" Tenisha prodded.

"Hmmph! More like SHE spread ME! I had a six pack in me, at least, and was damn near cross-eyed! She did everything but stick it in and pump me back an' forth! I was stupid drunk, and well, a man's got needs! When it's laying there under ya..."

"Women don't have needs?" Tenisha prodded archly. "Beulah has needs; the way she tells it, you did a pretty good job fulfilling 'em!"

"Aww, how would SHE know? Fuckin' cow!" Draper groused. "How many other people has she bragged about me to? Christ, I'm fuckin' ruined!"

"You think you're the first drunk she's thrown herself under?" Tenisha teased. "Beulah doesn't have that many options. She just ropes 'em in, and hopes that one of 'em will come back for seconds."

Draper shivered, remembering. He'd passed out and awoke to Beulah giggling - and jiggling... "Ugh!"

"Beulah's not your type?" Tenisha teased, eying him.

"Not even close!" Draper produced another shudder. "She's fuckin' HUGE! An' has these gawdawful udders! Dark areas as big as a saucer, an' no nips! I like..." He held up his little finger exposed to the first joint, "Stiff pointy nips! Like that! Like..." Suddenly, his eyes popped and he shut up. "Sorry. Got carried away."

Tenisha smiled. "Its okay - I asked you." Canting her head, she continued, "I thought guys LIKED big tits?"

"I got no use for big fat wiggly things. I want sumpthin' I can clamp my lips on an' chew an' watch the girl attached go nuts! Buncha fat's a waste! Nate an' I had this argument a hunnerd times. Gimme a narrow woman with muscle, an' jus' enough padding on her to keep us from hurtin' each other, then look out!" Draper blanched. "Aw, shit. How come you're askin' me all this? I'm probably embarrassin' the shit outa ya!"

'Best not let him guess too soon, ' she thought, and hopped up. "Let's dance."

The song was one of those mid-speed, sexy numbers that allowed all forms of dance, but favored 'dirty dancing'. About a half-minute in, Tenisha decided the time was ripe, and spun, backing into Draper's crotch. Draper, no stranger to the move, expected her to come in off-side somewhere, so it LOOKED like they were spooned, but were really holding a gap. It didn't happen. Tenisha planted her little round ass in his crotch and held it there, matching him move for move. After a few seconds, he more or less instinctively began making the move that was to end in the simulated pass across her breasts, his hands coming up cupped along her sides. Tenisha placed her hands in the 'guard' position below and outside his, mirroring the sweep. But when he reached her chest, she suddenly dropped her hands over his, pressing his palms into the taffeta. Eraserlike spikes three quarters of an inch long burned into his palms from atop two small, soft mounds. Tenisha turned her head and breathed in Draper's ear, "How do THESE measure up?"

Draper reined himself in tight, fighting for control. "Jeezus, 'Nisha!" he murmured, "You tryin' to tell me sumpthin'?"

The warm breath in his ear continued, and on it rode the words, "I'm bein' about as clear as I know how. Question is, do you understand? And what are you gonna do about it?"

Draper turned his head and looked into eyes that pled. "Girl, you pretty brave, climbin' 'way out on that limb."

"You gonna cut it off?" Tenisha had reached the limits of her bravery; anxiety quivered in her eyes and voice.

Draper locked on those eyes, eyes that stated clearly that, no, this wasn't a cruel joke, and he moved firmly into the saddle. "Not no, but FUCK no!" he declared, and melded his lips to hers.

Their position didn't allow them to totally lose themselves, so the kiss only lasted a moment, but it was a promissory note. Draper got Tenisha spun into a more normal position, and asked gently, "Why me?"

Tenisha shrugged. "Why NOT you? I've felt the same about you as you did about me - that you just couldn't be had. But it didn't keep it from being a favorite fantasy..."

"But I'm... just..." 'What DID you say to this?' he wondered.

Tenisha grinned nervously. "Exactly. And I'M... just... The only place either of us is more is in the other's head, apparently. No one ELSE has any illusions."

Draper shook his head. "So what happened tonight?" he wondered aloud.

"You know the answer," Tenisha declared. Her head turned, and eyes like laser rangefinders settled on Bobby and Dina - who were looking back. "Those two."

Draper nodded, eyes intent. "What do you think they're up to?" he asked.

"Matchmaking," Tenisha replied. "I think they honestly think we're good for each other - that we can make it. Question is, are they right?"

"I'm willing to try and find out," Draper declared. "You?"

Soft eyes met his. "More than willing," Tenisha breathed softly, "More than willing." Draper drew her in for a longer, more exploratory kiss.

Bobby and Dina had been watching sharply from the sidelines. Bobby caught the spooning maneuver and the fact that they weren't faking it. "Heads up! They're really sandwiched!"

Dina swung her head around from where her attention had momentarily settled elsewhere. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Bobby affirmed. Both caught the verbal byplay and the kiss. "Bingo!" Bobby crowed. "This is more fun than shooting squirrels!"

"It isn't over yet!" Dina warned, and the pair were set when suddenly two sets of eyes met theirs from the far side of the room. "Oh, shit! Now, do they decide we were conniving, or that we had their interests in mind?"

But the second kiss settled the matter, and the pair turned their attention to each other for a while.



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Chapter 103: Deep explorations


Suddenly, Merry was grinning fiercely. She KNEW she was going to have fun! She had the first act, and it might prove to be difficult; after all, she'd never had to impale her ass on Robert's erection, and she'd CERTAINLY never licked a pussy! But her master HAD been in her ass before - so there was no question of fit - and HE'D licked HER to SEVERAL delicious orgasms, and HE didn't seem to be any worse for the wear. SHE should have no trouble; after all, she was female, and had a MUCH better idea what felt good down there! Merry planned to enjoy herself; after all, her master had made it clear that he expected that she would - why shouldn't it happen that way?

The second part of the evening might prove to be even more interesting! Certainly, it was unclear why Ann - after graphic warnings as to the dangers! - had entered into the dare Merry's master had presented. There was something deep and dark, here... Whatever drove Ann was undoubtedly different than what drove Merry. But her master seemed to know what he was doing... Still, Merry suspected that tonight's activities would be a learning experience for each of them.

No sooner had Ann uttered the words of her submission, than Robert pretended to lose interest in her. "Remove the clothing," he directed brusquely, and turned to watch Merry rummaging in the chest for the handcuffs and ankle binders.

Ann knelt there for a moment, ruminating. "Do I stand up?" she asked.

Robert turned a look of scorn upon her. "No - you aren't wearing anything that requires you to stand to remove it." He glared for a moment, then: "Why on earth aren't you naked yet?"

Ann was still framing an answer to the question when the slap struck. Ann's head rocked, and her eyes watered. She refocused on Robert, standing there looking irritated. "Noooow..." he directed, impatience clear in his voice.

Ann began to fumble at the button behind her neck. "Flip it over your head," Robert demanded, "I want to see 'em!" Ann forced the neck strap over her head, hands shaking as she worked at the button. "It's irrelevant now," Robert noted, "Move to the others." Ann silently cursed her stupidity and did so, managing to get them undone just as Merry arrived with the handcuffs and the binders. As she began fidgeting with the blouse, Robert directed, "Fold it neatly, and place it on the table. I may allow you to wear it again at some point."

Ann blinked. What did he mean by that?

"Now the skirt," Robert urged impatiently. "Come on, we haven't all night!" Ann unwrapped the skirt, revealing her furry mound. Thank God she'd thought to trim it up! As she folded the skirt, Robert circled her taking in the expected wide, cushiony ass. He reached down and grasped a handful with his right hand, then reached around her and grasped a similar handful of her left breast, mauling both as though he was comparing textures. The whole operation was pretty familiar for a man who had never touched her before and she turned wondering eyes on his. But he immediately became irritated, glaring at her and grating, "Yes? Slave?" Sensing her danger, she shook her head silently and turned away.

"Okay," Robert directed, brusquely, "Hop up on the table, and hand me a leg." Robert dropped back into his chair, and took an ankle, extracting a leather restraint from the pile of items in Merry's hands. Ann sat on the table facing him, knees together despite the fact that he had an ankle in his hand. The position was both somewhat unstable and less than esthetically pleasing. "What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Huh?" Ann mumbled, confused, "I..."

"Spread the legs!" Robert barked. "I now own it - I want to see it! Besides, you're unstable!" He demonstrated, lifting the ankle, and Ann promptly almost lost her balance totally and fell off the table. Her left leg went out automatically to help support her recovery and Robert nodded, "Better..." He went back to buckling on the restraint. "Normally," he confided, "I might have Merry do this - it's a waste of my time. But I don't want to present you with any confusion over who it is you answer to, so I'll operate directly upon you until I'm satisfied that you understand advanced concepts such as the idea that if she is following my instructions, Merry is an instrument of my will." Robert turned his head, picking up Merry with his eyes. "We're going to need that spreader bar. Looks like we're going to need to set up some training stations in the family room; I didn't anticipate having slave pens, but with you and Mandi around, and now this one, improvising is getting old." Merry nodded noncommittally and went to get the bar, handing the other items to Ann, who sat looking at them somewhat dazedly. She hadn't really expected him to be so well equipped... 

Robert finished the first restraint, dropped the leg, and announced, "Next!"

Ann shifted position and lifted the other leg, maintaining a spread position. She rubbed her cheek, murmuring, "Are you sure all this is necessary?"

Robert quirked an eyebrow, assuming a look of somewhat frayed patience. "All what?"

"Um, binding me up? The slap?" Ann began to worry about what might happen if she continued asking questions, but... 

"Yes, and yes," Robert replied. The binders are necessary - you'll agree when the time comes. As to the slap - it was the quickest way to get your attention. You're responding well, too - but it's still voluntary." He paused a moment, working on the buckles, then continued, "You're new to this, so I'm going to allow you to do things like asking an incredible number of stupid questions during the initial phases. When the time comes, I'll take action to see to it that you're quiet for a while." Robert directed a significant look at Merry, who blinked, thought a moment, and nodded, returning to the box.

"There!" he announced, moments later, as the buckles of the other ankle binder settled into position. "Is that comfortable? Does it slide around? It shouldn't. You won't want it to."

Ann worked at the leather. No, they didn't move freely - but they weren't too tight, either. "I think they're okay."

"Good. You may resume kneeling, then," Robert ordered. Merry appeared with a three to four foot bar with snap hooks on either end, and something else Ann didn't recognize. Some kind of harness with a rubber ball... Robert took it from Merry, nodding approval, "Exactly."

Ann knelt, and Robert examined the effort. "Spread the knees a bit. Merry, demonstrate. Basically, if I decide to hold you in a bowling ball grip by sticking two fingers in your vagina and my thumb in your ass, I should be unimpeded in doing so."

This comment was designed to shock Ann, and it was effective. Slowly, the enormity of what she had bought into was dawning on Ann. Eyeing Merry, she adjusted her position, spreading her knees. "Like this... Master?"

"That'll do," Robert replied critically. "Fortunately, you have a nice wide ass..." he mused.

"M-Master? I'm scared!" Rude words and rough treatment were beginning to take their toll on Ann.

"Too late. Sorry," Robert announced in a tone of total indifference. "Actually a bit of fear is healthy at this stage. You'll be fine." Robert was walking a fine line, sparking fear, then allaying it - leading Ann to the point of no return. Merry, by now thoroughly well-versed in the psychological aspects of the situation, kept her mouth shut and tried to give away nothing by action or expression. Robert regarded Ann, asking, "Is this fear an immediate issue that I need to make allowances for? It's time for Merry's demonstration, and I prefer that you were able to assist..."

Merry couldn't help smiling at the big, juicy worm at the end of THAT line! She watched as Ann took it, too, visibly settling herself. Ann returned Robert's gaze and replied, "No, Master, I'm okay."

"Good," Robert replied, as he stood, laid the harness on the table, and began divesting himself of the track suit. Merry shook her head. The difference between them was that Ann probably thought that Robert would have ended the demonstration, while Robert would merely have handcuffed her and maybe installed the ball gag. "All right," Robert continued when the track suit was removed, "You two move the coffee table that way," pointing off toward the other end of the couch, "while I reposition this chair." As the women moved the table out of the way, Robert replaced the chair in a position close to its original location, facing the end of the couch at a distance of a few feet. "Now, Merry, spread out your pad here, between the chair and the couch... Good," Robert approved as Merry moved to obey. "Now, hands and knees, Merry. Come over here and make sure my erection is nice and firm," Robert directed as he settled on the edge of the chair. "You," Robert picked up Ann with his eyes, "can apply the lube."

Ann recovered the lube bottle from the table and knelt behind Merry, but her attention was on the action on the other end. 'Robert has a nice cock, ' she mused. It wasn't huge, but it looked to be filling; it was definitely bigger than her ex-husband's. Still fumbling with the cap of the lube bottle, she stammered, "M-Master? Can I..."

"Watch? I guess," Robert responded grudgingly. Merry had crawled forward and was just coming into contact with Robert's cock. She smiled, locking eyes with him, then stuck out her tongue to cradle the bulbous head before slowly engulfing it. Ann, who had repositioned a bit to see it, inhaled sharply. Merry worked her mouth up and down the shaft a couple of times, taking the first four or five inches, then went deeper, trying to get it all in - and doing a creditable job!

Ann was fascinated. She'd given a number of blow jobs during her six years of marriage - now over almost as long - but her husband's cock had never really challenged her, so deep throat wasn't in her repertoire. Robert's cock was apparently good-sized enough to make it interesting... 

Merry was watching her master, and she knew almost before he did what he was going to do, and what she would have to do about it. She was unsurprised, then, when he placed his hand behind her head, nodding just the tiniest bit to let him know she understood.

Robert, his hand behind Merry's head pulled her to him until her nose was buried in his pubes - and held her there, for a full five seconds. Ann, whose hand was on her back, felt it begin to arch as Merry tensed, and she held HER breath, too, in sympathy - but Merry's hands never left the floor, and she didn't buck or make any effort to fight Robert's grip. Instead, she merely watched him, trusting, until he released her, then withdrew unhurriedly, sucking air into her lungs through a slightly red face.

Robert smiled. "Another demonstration," he announced, "One not part of our dare. Do you think YOU can do that?"

"Ohmigod! That was incredible!" Ann was as flushed as Merry from the excitement. "I don't know - I've never..."

"Given a blowjob?" Robert finished, visibly surprised.

"Well, not like that!" Ann retorted. "I've done it, but not... deep."

"Well, undoubtedly you can; the question is, are you properly motivated?" Robert remarked pointedly. "We'll see what we can do about that..."

"You're plenty firm, Master," Merry observed, removing her mouth from his cock, "Do you want me to continue?"

"No," Robert replied, "I agree with you. Besides, I want to supervise the lubrication." He moved around to a position off-side, leaning over Merry's back to watch as Ann again fumbled with the cap on the lube bottle. Finally, she got it open and dispensed some on her fingers, then gingerly attempted to apply some directly to Merry's anus.

"You'll have a tough time like that," Robert observed, then directed, "Pour some up here," indicating an area higher up, but in the crack between the cheeks, "and let it run down to the insertion point. You DO need to actually BE there..."

Ann, who had been fumbling around the area with the pads of her fingers, felt give in the sphincter, and positioning a finger for insertion, began to press. Merry winced, and Ann withdrew. "Fingernails," she apologized, indicating their painted length.

Robert took a look, and frowned. At that length, they were probably artificial... He sighed, "You'll just have to be careful... If you injure Merry, I'm not going to be happy! More lube, especially on the fingers."

Ann did as directed, applying more lube, then she placed her hand, palm upright, so that she could lay the nail of her index finger at the opening of Merry's anus. Reaching out with her other hand, she spread the cheeks, locally, which opened the little puckered rosette a bit, and she slid part of the nail in. Robert caught on and helped by spreading Merry's cheeks as she again opened the lube bottle, and used the long fingernail to decant a small amount of the lubricant inside Merry's anus. This appeared to work; when Ann pushed forward, the ball of her finger met little resistance from the gobbling little mouth. Working gingerly, Ann pushed the finger in to the first joint, withdrew it, added some lube, and worked it deeper, trying hard not to scratch the delicate inner tissues.

Robert sat back and watched Ann's look of total concentration as she worked. Ann was flushed, and her nipples were quiveringly erect; obviously, she found the activity erotic. "Good," he approved, "but I want two fingers in there - deep!"

Ann looked up, nodded, bit her lip, and organized the insertion of her middle finger. This wasn't as difficult as expected, the same nails that made the initial entry problematic, placed one over another, provided a smooth ramped surface that eased the insertion. Ann continued to work, slowly working the fingers in and out of Merry's clutching sphincter and into the buttery depths of her anus.

Robert backed off to get a look at how Merry was handling the effort. Merry was holding still, her eyes vacant as she concentrated on sensations occurring in her nether regions. After a moment, she became aware of her master's regard and nodded in response to his unasked question. "Okay... Good, even," she murmured.

Robert nodded, and returned his attention to where Ann was again dribbling lube down Merry's ass crack in support of ever deeper penetration. Robert got a look at the level in the bottle and announced, "Better be a bit more sparing - you'll need it, too. Maybe you can recover some spillage."

Ann nodded. Merry's pudenda and upper thighs were soaked, after all. Ann started gathering drips on Merry's thighs, but recognition of an opportunity to... touch... another woman... there... quickly brought her hand to Merry's pubic bush. Merry jumped, inhaling quickly, as Ann's finger swept over her clitoris and upward along her labia, gathering the excess. After a moment, Ann repeated the action, as with her other hand she prepared to insert her ring finger in Merry's distended anus. Merry again rewarded her effort with a wriggle and a gasp. Ann, totally involved in her effort, was trickling her own natural lubricant under the impetus of her arousal. 'I could do this all night!' she thought.

Robert, watching, held his peace. Obviously, when he got her past the initial embarrassment and self-examination, Ann was going to open up like a flower. He waited until the third finger was fully involved, and Merry was undulating from the penetration and the now unnecessary sweeps along her cleft, then rumbled, "I'd have thought that you'd want her to fail! Instead, you've exceeded your instructions!"

Ann looked up, and whispered "Oh!" at the realization that she'd gotten carried away. Robert suspected that given time, she'd have been fisting Merry's ass while masturbating her before she surfaced. While he might have considered it entertaining, it would have defeated part of the evening's demonstration, so... "Wipe off on the towel, and present your wrists."

Ann scooped up the towel and went to work on her musky hands. The smell of Merry's natural lubricants was everywhere, and Ann was surprised that she didn't pick up more fecal matter; there was only a bit around the nails. She presented her hands to Robert.

Robert handcuffed Ann's right wrist, then ordered," Turn around." He captured her left and cuffed her hands behind her. "Okay, let's get this show on the road. Merry, grab the bar there, and lay it along the foot of the couch. You need to be facing that way, anyway." Turning to Ann, he remarked, "I should have had you lube me while your hands were still covered. Ah, well..."

He positioned himself behind Merry, and directed, "Okay, bring it back a bit. I'll pick up some lube from the drips."

Merry backed up, and Robert began running his cock all over her thighs, then worked into a position where he was running it up and down her nether lips. Merry dropped on her elbows and moaned as his cock slid along her labia, rubbing her clitoral hood. After a few moments of this, Robert announced, "Okay, I think I'm good. Showtime!" He motioned Ann to a ringside seat and positioned his glans at Merry's winking orfice. "It's all yours!"

Merry nodded, and walked her knees back so that she was in an extended position, then slowly drove her torso back. For a moment, it looked like there would be a problem, but then her anus flowered open and flowed over Robert's glans. Merry kept moving, slowly absorbing the first four to five inches, stopping only when it became apparent that she had reached the limits of previous lubrication. Then she levered herself forward two inches and worked in a bit more.

As Merry slid forward again, Robert grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled a bit on his exposed length. Merry stroked twice more, and Robert was embedded to the pubes. "How does it feel?" he asked.

"Mmmmm. Nice and full!" Merry replied, obviously happy. She began to rock back and forth, doing the work of the ass fuck. From her smile, Ann had to assume she was enjoying it... Ann watched the whole proceeding, fascinated, from the start to the point where Robert caught her eye and announced, "Okay, go sit on the couch."

Ann complied, maintaining her view as much as possible. "I've got it!" Robert announced, and took over being the motive power behind the pounding that Merry's ass was taking. He actually slowed it down, murmuring, "This isn't the point of the exercise. Merry, move up and hook her ankles to the bar." Robert buried his cock to the hilt, then moved with Merry as she adjusted her position. He grabbed Merry's hips and took the support of her body from her arms.

Merry, relieved of having to support her upper body, was able to use both hands to connect Ann's ankle restraints to the snap links at the ends of the bar. Ann offered no resistance; it didn't seem necessary, despite the undignified position it left her in. Ann was an observer, floating outside her body as she watched these preparations going on, pliantly moving each foot into position. When Merry had finished, Ann sat on the couch with her hands cuffed behind her and her feet locked to the bar, about three feet apart. Merry resumed her all-fours position.

Robert leaned forward, gently rubbing Merry's flanks, moving slowly in her ass as he murmured, "Okay, Merry. I know you've never done this before, but I've done it to you, so you should have a pretty good idea what's going on." He smiled, something Ann could see, but Merry couldn't. "Since you're connected to the same type of equipment, you may even have some ideas I'd have never thought of! Are you ready?"

Merry locked eyes with Ann and smiled. "Yes, Master!"

"This is a learning experience," Robert noted, "so feel free to express yourselves, both of you. Make her scream!"

Merry, eyes locked on Ann's began slowly moving forward, so as not to dislodge Robert. Robert, spying a potential problem, directed, "Move it up to the edge, we're not digging in the cushions for it!" Ann moved forward, positioning herself on the edge of the seat, restraint links rattling as the bar moved. Robert urged, "Use the bar to control her, as necessary. We don't want her running off." Merry nodded, never taking her eyes off Ann's. "I'm gonna take it easy, so as not to joggle your elbow. What you're doing is more important than what I'm doing. Understand?" Again, Merry nodded, slowly closing on Ann.

Ann watched Merry as a rabbit watches a rattlesnake. She didn't fear what was about to happen, exactly - she wasn't sure what the emotion was that was building a huge bubble in the back of her mind, but she knew that that bubble HAD to burst!

Merry moved in VERY close, and Ann watched her nostrils distend as she took in Ann's musk. "Now I know where the fish remarks come from," she chuckled, warm breath washing over Ann's mons, "But it isn't quite that, is it?"

"No," Robert agreed, huskily, "it isn't. I find it VERY arousing; I can't guess what you think of it."

The touch of Merry's warm breath had broken Ann's lassitude, bringing her sharply into contact with her surroundings, but the bubble of emotion, huge, still hadn't either burst or identified itself. Ann knew, however, that the moment was upon her. A woman was about to tongue her sex - what emotion would that contact generate?

Merry dropped her eyes momentarily to examine the target critically. Ann's pussy was undoubtedly larger than hers on the outside, the lips looser. The top of her mons was padded a bit more, and the clitoral hood was quite long. But the lips were retracted, and an inch-wide damp, pink furrow was revealed, the darker mystery of the vaginal opening at the lower end, and a bright coral bundle peeking out from within the gathering point above. Unless Merry missed her guess, Ann was VERY aroused! Merry again locked eyes with Ann, extended her tongue, and ran it along the open furrow from perineum to the bundle of nerves at the top.

"AUUUUGHHHH!" Ann threw her head back and howled, galvanized! The bubble in her mind announced that it was pure lust, as it doubled in size!

Merry, smiling, regained her lock on Ann's wide eyes as soon as they reopened. She settled her lips over Ann's now fully-distended clitoris, and began drubbing it with her tongue.

Ann was far up the slope toward her orgasm, her arousal jumpstarted by the events of the evening and her inability to escape her captivity. She couldn't even hold Merry's hypnotic eyes. It had been some months since she had had anything better than masturbation, and that didn't even compare to the things going on here! Her head lolled back and she began a litany that would prove to be all to short: "Ohh!... ohh... ohh... ohh... ohh... yesss... ohh... ohh... there!... ohh... ohh... OHH... OHH... OHH... THERE!... OHH!... OHH!... OH GAAAWWWWDDDDD!!!!!!" Ann began convulsing, unable to close her legs because of the bar, her torso undulating as powerful contractions convulsed her vagina. "AAAIIIEEEEEEE!" Merry pinned Ann's feet to the floor with the bar and abused her clitoris unmercifully as Ann thrashed, screaming her joy. The bubble in her mind burst into a million stars, and Ann lost consciousness.



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Chapter 104: I'M not going ANYWHERE!


Jennifer's return with sodas had been the genesis of a long, convivial period between the pair. Mike didn't press her as they talked, and snuggled, watching a bit of TV, joking at the content. Jennifer settled down, and slowly realized that whatever embarrassment she had to endure with his extended family, she was NOT going to give up Mike! Mike didn't press, doing nothing controversial, consolidating his position.

The three hours was a blur for Jennifer, one long period of continuous comfort as she settled deeper and deeper into Mike's embrace, savoring its warmth and strength. Mike watched stress and worry fade from her face, replaced by calm, and, slowly, a glow of happiness that expressed itself in a willingness to smile.

But as they watched the eleven o'clock news, the smile became rueful. Jennifer nestled tighter than ever, but... 

"What's the matter, Missy?" Mike asked.

"I'm trying to figure out how to get you home without ruining somebody else's evening," Jennifer replied sadly. "It's getting late..."

"We're big kids - we can stay up," Mike noted. "Besides, you're right. Bobby's not coming home tonight. Dad and Helen are spending a quiet, comfortable evening at my house, just like we are here - and I'd prefer to leave it that way. Denise and her boyfriend are at Helen's, with the same agenda." He lowered lips to her neck for a moment, and Jennifer felt her willpower being leached away. "I'M not going ANYWHERE - because I'm SUPPOSED to be HERE!"

"But if you stay, I'll make a damn fool of myself!" Jennifer wailed.

"We've been through this," Mike chided, "There's no one here to witness it but me - and I'll be participating!"

"But Jackie! She..."

"... Is out for the night," Mike finished. "She and Terry have a hotel room, and she won't be home until sometime tomorrow. Besides, she knows I'm here - I talked to them as they were leaving this evening," Mike grinned. "She made me promise to take good care of you!"

Jennifer spun on him, retorting hotly, "You make it sound like you and my daughter are conspiring to get me into bed!"

Mike eyed her archly, "Your point being? Actually, the conspiracy is bigger than that - there are at least three others I can think of..."

"Oh!" Jennifer shrieked, scandalized. "Mike McCormick, you sound JUST like your awful brother!"

"My awful brother," Mike retorted coolly, "Is known for making bald statements of fact, and letting the chips fall where they may. What makes him dangerous is that those statements are usually true, whether those hearing them want to or not! I'm going to make a similar statement now: You can settle down, snuggle up to me, and we'll go wherever the situation takes us, or you can throw a fit, and I'll sleep here, and you can go upstairs and cry yourself to sleep in your cold, empty bed - because you and I both know that one member of this conspiracy to get you laid is the 80% of you that isn't concerned with maintaining your dignity!"

Mike's statement had much the same effect on Jennifer as a bucket of cold water would have. After a moment, she gathered herself, and sighed, "I can't let that one pass, Mike."

"Okay," Mike replied quietly, "Can I have a blanket?"

"There's a guest room..." Jennifer offered.

"I'm fine here." Mike's voice was firm, and his intent was clear. He wouldn't come close enough to her bedroom for either of them to 'accidentally' find themselves in the wrong room after going out for a glass of water.

Despair seized Jennifer as she rummaged in the linen closet. Why had Mike ruined things? He could easily have sweet-talked his way past her crumbling defenses, and she'd have awakened tomorrow morning next to him - but instead he'd rubbed her nose in it, and now God knew where things were going!

She brought Mike a blanket and a couple of pillows, handing them to him where he sat on the couch. Mike thanked her gently.

But the pain and anger and frustration would not stay contained. Jennifer whirled on Mike and ranted, "Dammit, Mike! Why'd you have to go and do that! You could have skated past that in no time, and the next time any of it would have occurred to me would have been when I woke up tomorrow! Now..." Jennifer waved her arms in frustration.

Mike grabbed her arm, and pulled. "Sit, Missy." Jennifer, off- balance, had little choice; she plopped onto the edge of the couch. "It's not my job to sneak past your defenses - it's YOUR job to open the gates and let me in! We had to face this - YOU had to face this - so I brought it to a head." Mike sighed. "Yes, I could have slid under your guard, and got your body to betray your mind - but then the fact that I'd tricked you would always be between us! I can't work that way! If I lay down beside you on a bed, it's got to be because you - ALL of you, head, heart, and sex drive - want me to be there! When you wake up tomorrow, I don't want there to be any question how I got there!"

Mike held Jennifer's eyes. "This notion you have that if you let yourself go and enjoy being with me, I'll think less of you is JUST WRONG, and it stands as a barrier between us. You have to shake this thing, or we can't have a relationship - not because of anything I have to say or do about it, but because you will discover that YOU can't work around it! The place where we are isn't about dignity - it's about sharing who we really are, about giving to each other what they need! It's about uncritical, unconditional acceptance, and the right to expect it. And it's about trust."

"On the surface, tonight seemed like a good time for us to get past this thing you have about sex - but if you're not ready, then it isn't, and forcing it will do more damage than just leaving it alone a bit longer. So I'll stay down here, and we'll get into the thing when you're ready. I only want to know one thing: Are we past the point where you hide from me?"

Jennifer began to sniffle. "Uh huh."

"Then I've accomplished something," Mike replied. His tone indicated satisfaction, but his expression didn't. He sighed heavily, "You wanna kiss and make up?"

"Uh huh." Tears continued to leak. Mike gathered her in, kissed her gently, and let her crawl into her arms for some much-needed security. There was little doubt that she'd settle down - eventually. Mike schooled himself to patience.

The pair snuggled for thirty minutes or so, talking about this and that, exploring each other. Mike finally announced, "I have to pee, and get a glass of water. Why don't we call it a night?"

Jennifer reluctantly got up and began arranging the bedclothes on the couch. "Gawd, this thing is awful. Are you SURE you don't want to sleep in the guest room?"

Mike looked back over his shoulder from the doorway, leaning on his crutches. "No, best we have a whole floor between us. I might be tempted..." He turned and moved off toward the bathroom.

Jennifer straightened things as best she could, then went to the kitchen to get Mike's water. She'd just fished a glass out of the cupboard when Mike hobbled in. "Want ice?"

"Sure, if it's no problem," Mike replied.

"No trouble, there's an icemaker." Jennifer got ice, then water from the refrigerator door, then waved for Mike to precede her on the way back to the couch.

Mike took the glass and placed it on the coffee table, then drew Jennifer's head to him for a good night kiss. "G'Night, Missy. Sleep tight."

"You, too..." Jennifer couldn't think of anything else to say, so she turned and shuffled out. Mike sighed, and began shucking out of his shirt. Better luck next time... 

Upstairs, Jennifer changed into a short nightie and combed out her hair - something it didn't really need, and she wasn't in the habit of doing before bed, but she found that she couldn't even LOOK at the thing, much less occupy it! She took an unconscionably long time handling her toilette, but that didn't really change things. Finally, she gingerly sat down on the mattress, and slid under the covers. The spare pillow went alongside her, as usual - but it wasn't Mike. The blankets weren't Mike, either - they weren't as warm, and they didn't project comfort and protection like he did. After a bit, Jennifer realized that she was making her pillow wet, and the source of the whimpering sounds she was hearing was her, too. That did it.

Mike was lying on the couch in his shorts, trying to figure out how in the Hell he was going to get ANY sleep, when he heard soft padding footsteps on the stairs. "Mike?" Jennifer's voice drifted from the stairwell.

Mike twisted around to see the dim outline of an angel in white on the stair. "Yes, Missy?"

"Come to bed."



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Chapter 105: New Ellen


When Paul Michaels came up to bed after watching the news, Ellen was in bed, reading, wearing a shortie nightgown he didn't remember having seen. She looked up, diffident, "I thought you might want to..."

"Ummm," Paul gathered his wits. "Good guess..." What happened to the flannel number? Maybe she's serious... Paul shucked out of his clothes, hanging them in the closet; stumbling around after she cut the lights was a great way to get sore shins. For Ellen, sex was something done in the dark... Paul left his shorts on as a sop to Ellen's modesty and crawled into bed, then shucked the damned things. Paul didn't like getting bound up in clothing in bed. He'd been wearing PJ's for years to keep Ellen happy, but... He slid the shorts out from under the covers, dropping them on the floor. If this thing was really going to fly, they'd be in the way... 

Ellen gathered her courage and reached for the light, and Paul grumbled to himself, 'One day, I'm gonna see her naked... ' But the light didn't STAY off - Ellen clicked the 3-way through the 'off' position and back onto 'low'. Then she flipped back the covers!

Paul's sigh died - largely because he stopped breathing. Ellen lay there, propped against the headboard with her knees up - basically, the same position she'd been reading in. But the position - and the translucence of the nightie - made it clear that she wasn't wearing panties... 

"The, um, girls said you might appreciate being able to see," Ellen mumbled. "Do you, um, want the top off?"

"If it's not a problem for you, please!" Paul replied.

"I have all kinds of problems - that I've got to work through." Ellen's voice was shaky, but she grabbed the nightie at the hem and lifted it over her head. "I'm not ready to look yet, though..."

"... So I guess a blow job is out of the question?" Paul quipped.

Ellen's fear-filled eyes opened and locked on Paul's. "I-I'll get there, I promise! But I'm trying to handle a lot of new stuff, now, and..."

"Whoa, I apologize!" Paul interrupted, reaching out to rub her side, "You're working hard, and I'm impressed! It was only a joke..."

"Well," Ellen declared, somewhat mollified, "I'll STILL get there; the girls say it's a mainstream practice, and I shouldn't act like a fool about it." Her eyes had again closed. "They also said that it would probably help us both if I let you touch me... down there..."

"Really?" Paul wasn't surprised at the content of the suggestion, but he WAS surprised that Ellen was making it. "I'm developing more respect for the girls by the minute! Why don't you scoot down so you're a bit more ready..."

Ellen slid down to lie flat, her head still propped by the two pillows she had been using as a backrest to a position that, had she opened her eyes would grant her a full field of view through the valley of her breasts, across the flat plane of her stomach, to whatever events were unfolding at her pubic mound. But her eyes were still closed... Paul watched her slide down, savoring the jiggles as her breasts went from the generally conical (allowing for gravity) shape they maintained when she was upright to the flattened, fat mounds that characterized her supine position. Paul's hands and lips were familiar with those mounds, but Ellen's modesty made viewing them under anything resembling decent lighting a rare treat. But the knees remained up, and the legs spread, which from Paul's location actually impeded his view. He realized, however, that if he moved, he would have an unparalleled opportunity, so he shifted positions toward the foot of the bed.

"The girls said," Ellen rambled on, nervously, "that if I let you do that, I'd get more aroused, and you'd be happier, and that I'd probably get wetter, which would make it better when you..." Ellen ran out of words - she'd rambled to the point of having to come up with a word for intercourse, and frankly didn't have an acceptable one.

"Man!" Paul exclaimed reverently from a position basically between her knees. Ellen opened one eye and beheld her husband gazing in wonder at something that, frankly, he'd never before seen. Paul had wormed his way to a position along the foot of the bed that allowed him to curve his upper body into the gap between Ellen's upright knees, and he was mentally photographing every detail of her exposed crotch.

"I see the girls were right, again!" Ellen observed, nervously. Paul merely nodded, rapt. Nerves caused her to provide more filler, "Still, in case it doesn't work, I got some K-Y. The girls suggested it, although Merry said she really didn't think it would be necessary, ultimately. She said once you got going..." Paul's eyes flickered to the tube on the table when hers did, but he had other ideas... 

Ellen's eyes snapped shut, and she stiffened, trying not to flinch as she detected Paul reaching out, but his touch was gentle as he laid his forefinger along the left lip of her exposed pussy. The mere act of drawing it gently down along the outside from the vicinity of her clitoris to her perineum caused the loose, thin lips to retract, revealing a coral pink valley between. Paul moved up a bit for a closer look, and repeated the action on the other side.

Ellen's closed eyes and her focused attention led her to believe that she could feel every hair that his finger drifted past, let alone the gentle touch in an area whose sensitivity she'd never really appreciated before. Paul reached out again, this time dragging his finger along the clitoral hood from it's base at the top of her mound to the endpoint, where the loose folds extended beyond the suddenly insistently active bundle of nerves. Ellen hissed in a quick breath between her teeth and grabbed handfuls of sheet as the sensation flashed from the contact point across her body, lifting the hairs on her arms as gooseflesh appeared there.

"Are you okay" Paul asked, concerned.

"Uh huh!" Ellen forced out past constricted lungs. She was wound up tight, awaiting the next shockwave.

"Did it hurt?" Paul insisted.

"UH UH!" Ellen's negation was firm, even if its emotional freighting was unclear.

Paul repeated the action, and Ellen, less surprised at the contact, could better appreciate the pleasure involved. It felt REALLY good, like the better times when she and Paul were... Ellen frowned; she really HAD to come up with a name for it... At the same time, she felt a wave of moisture flow, top down, along her vagina, as if it was breaking into a sweat.

Paul detected a pulse of the tiny vaginal opening, but couldn't decide whether it was independent of the action of his finger, or a direct effect of the pressure. He shrugged to himself - did it matter? He wet a finger and dragged it upward along the exposed strip of pink flesh from the base past the opening of her vagina (did it flex a bit, trying to capture the finger?), spreading the folds of the clitoral hood, and finally brushing the exposed portion of the little pink nub. The first thing he discovered was that he'd probably wasted his time wetting the finger; there was plenty of smooth, slightly oily lubricant pooled at the bottom of Ellen's slit. But more interesting was Ellen's galvanized reaction to the ball of Paul's finger dragging gently over her clit!

"Aaaaahh!" she exclaimed, eyes popping open, arms waving, hands finally settling for handfuls of sheet. Ellen's open knees tried to cross over Paul's shoulders, and her pussy PULSED, there was no doubt of it! Paul looked up across the plain of Ellen's belly to see her chin and distended nostrils (she'd thrown her head back) between stiff nipples sitting atop tightly crinkled aureolae. "Too intense! Can't stand it!"

"But you like it, don't you?" Paul murmured, smiling.

"Yessss!" Ellen hissed. "Just... Easy!"

Paul nodded (not that Ellen could see it - she was staring sightlessly at the ceiling) and began sliding his left forefinger alongside the clitoral hood. Waves of pleasure suffused Ellen's senses. She closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side. "I think its working," Paul ruminated. He wet his right forefinger, and placed it against Ellen's vaginal opening, which dilated to accept it. He slid the tip in, and the tunnel accepted it to the second knuckle, comfortably, the flesh damp, slick, and supple. Paul rotated his hand and replaced the finger in the vicinity of Ellen's clitoris with his thumb, which he emplaced directly on the clitoral hood and began to rotate it, using the inserted finger as a base. Ellen, awash in the sensations, began to rotate her hips. Paul was nonplussed. "Ellen?"

Ellen whined in her throat, and her head flashed from left to right. "Uhhhh?"

"Are you okay?"

"Mmm fine - kinda... sh-shaky. F-feel really..." Apparently, Ellen lost her train of thought at that point.

Paul grinned. Time to up the ante... He slid forward, between the splayed thighs and blew warm breath over her pubic mound.

Ellen's eyes popped open. "Wh-what?"

Paul brought up his left hand and used his thumbs to spread and retract the clitoral hood from Ellen's already larger and stiffer clit, and lowered his lips over it.

"AAAAAAAAHH!" Ellen screamed, and her legs flew straight out. "Too much! Too much!"

Paul smiled, backing off. He couldn't remember having this much fun, ever! He released his thumbs, but drove back in, drubbing Ellen's now partially shielded clitoris with his tongue. Ellen's legs dropped back to a position over Paul's back, squeezing rhythmically as she strove to lift her hips to Paul's mouth. Paul pumped his embedded finger in the now soaking depths of Ellen's vagina, going deep into the warm, wet channel, while he continued to lap at Ellen's quivering clitoris.

Ellen began to pant, head slashing back and forth on the pillow, hands beating and grasping at the sheets. They settled in Paul's hair, where it was soon apparent that Ellen couldn't decide whether to pull him away, or crush him to her. She began breathing loudly through her nose, a closed mouth pant underscored by the whines coming from deep in her throat. She began to shake - everywhere! The whine became shrill, Ellen stiffened, and her back arched - and Paul felt her vagina began pulsing rhythmically, signaling the onset of her orgasm!

Ellen was awash. She had no arm, no legs - certainly, she had no idea what she might be doing with them! Her entire attention was focused upon the waves of incredible pleasure originating from her womanhood. She barely held onto consciousness while the waves cascaded over her. After a timeless period, Ellen started seeing again, and found her legs wrapped around her husband's back and her hands tangled in his hair. She released Paul's head, smoothing his rumpled hair. "Oh, God!" she gasped, "What did you do?"

"I think maybe I tapped the inner Ellen!" Paul chuckled.

"Ummm, yeah," Ellen focused still fuzzy eyes, "But we're not done yet. I - I think we need to... fuck... now."

"You sure?" Paul asked. "That was a lot of fun - I can pass for tonight..."

"No, I wanna," Ellen's voice was still thick. "Things been good thus far..."

"Well," Paul replied, "It isn't as if I'm not ready..." He moved up over Ellen, trying to settle into a position.

"Oh! Sorry!" Ellen lifted and spread weak knees. "Um, can I cross 'em over your back?"

"Well, okay..." Paul murmured dubiously.

"Ummm, the girls said..." Ellen began earnestly.

"Oh, well, that's different!" Paul chuckled, leaning down to kiss Ellen soundly. "The girls apparently know what they're talking about. You need any more prep?"

"No, I should be fine..." Ellen grinned back. "'M still a lil' loopy..."

"This is a little different," Paul observed, kneeling up. "I don't have to lay on you..."

"Uh huh," Ellen elaborated, "Like a push-up. You're s'posed to be able to go deeper..."

Paul knelt up and rubbed the head of his engorged cock along Ellen's labia. "It's a lot easier to hit," he observed. "Of course, I can see it..."

"Mmmmm, feels good! C'mon!" Ellen prodded.

Paul positioned himself, and prepared for the usual troublesome entry - but Ellen's vagina flowered open and engulf the head in a soft, buttery grip. Paul marveled, backed off a bit, and slipped in a bit more - only it went so well that a bit more was three inches! "Mmmm, nice!" Ellen enthused. Paul, more of his cock enclosed in warm, wet vagina than he ever remembered having, could only agree. He backed off again, and slid forward... and slid forward... and buried his cock to the hilt, his pubic bone banging into Ellen's clit.

"Oh, wow!" Two sets of wide eyes met over the mutual exclamation. Ellen was thoroughly shocked! First Paul had provided what she had come to consider 'normal' penetration, then he had backed off and suddenly, places she didn't know she HAD were full of cock... And then he did it AGAIN, and she was totally full! To top it all off, just as she was realizing just how far he was going to get, BONK! His pubic bone hit her smack on the clit, and she got this incredible flash! Paul, despite a successful terror campaign based on the idea that he could replace Ellen with little effort and the visual experience of a few porn flicks, was just as surprised; he had had basically one sexual partner since high school - Ellen. He was no more ready for the discovery of Ellen's buttery depths than Ellen was his real length! Paul instinctively withdrew until just his glans was inserted, then smoothly socketed his cock in Ellen's more than ready vagina a second time. Ellen had just enough time to miss it before Paul's cock slid into her depths again, the smooth rod parting her vaginal folds. And again, there was that flash at the end as his pubic bone crushed against her clitoris. Ellen began to think muzzily that this was going to be VERY good... 

But Paul wasn't prepared for the waves of sensation that Ellen's depths were imparting, and surprise and over-stimulation took their toll. Withdrawal from that second stroke was the last straw; Paul lost all control as the urgent demands of his orgasm overwhelmed him. Ellen felt him stiffen as he inhaled hugely, then SLAM! He buried his cock in her vagina as if her were going to come out the other side! And Ellen felt a series of sensations she had never before felt: Paul's cock seemed to swell to half- again it's already huge (in her experience) size (It was really only a bit over six and a half inches) and then it pulsed! And Ellen FELT a gout of sperm hit the back wall of her sheath. Paul, totally mindless at this point, withdrew just a bit then again buried his cock to the hilt, crushing himself against her, and again Ellen felt the mighty pulse and the impact of the jet of his seed as it impacted!

Paul withdrew one more time and rocked forward, burying his cock for the third and final time, pushing, grinding, crushing his pubic mound against hers as he instinctively attempted to get as much of himself inside that source of heavenly sensations as he could get, his over-stimulated cock continuing to pulse as he held it there, buried, in Ellen's unresisting body.

And, indeed, Ellen was actually assisting the effort, as the combination of new sensations triggered a small orgasm - not a big one like Paul's efforts at tonguing her had given her, but an entirely satisfactory little pop, nonetheless - her crossed legs pulling him tighter against her as his crushing attack on her clit and his pulsating cock triggered shock waves in her vaginal sheath.

Paul came to himself as his supply of available semen began to dwindle, releasing the unrelenting pressure that he had been applying to Ellen's spare frame. "I'm sorry, Hon - I couldn't hold it and I got carried away..."

"No, no it was fine! Good!" Paul took in Ellen's dancing eyes and the flush across her face and chest, evidence of her own recent release, as she asserted somewhat breathlessly, "The best ever!" She pulled his momentarily spent form to her and rubbed his back reveling in the addition it gave to her new catalog of sensations.

"It's supposed to last longer," Paul grumbled sleepily, nibbling at her ear.

"Next time," she purred.



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Chapter 106: More matches made (Heaven & Hell)


Eleven p.m. had come and gone, and, despite the fact that the prom had been quite successful from almost everyone's point of view, the on-site activity was starting to shut down. Some couples found themselves constrained to leave - limo arrangements had included a pickup time, for instance, or they were hosting an after-prom party that hadn't forecasted the success of the main event. The four couples gathered at the table were in no hurry, however; they had confirmed reservations for their suites, and their own transport. The band was still kicking for a bit longer, and the D.J was talking about hanging out until 12:30. Basically, things were getting less crowded and more romantic as the dissatisfied wandered out with the previously committed. Rick and Mandi were dancing, as were Jackie and Terry. Tim had wandered off to pee and get Dolores a Coke, and Bobby and Dina were making a minor spectacle of themselves as usual, relying on the fact that the table was hidden from the door to cover their activity. Dolores grinned, looking on while Bobby slid Dina's skirt up to the point that the high back vent allowed open access, and was playing with her ass as she sat across his legs. Dina wasn't impeding this effort in the least, but rather chuckling and making noises designed to create an uproar.

Tim came back and Dolores pouted, "Sugar, why don't you play with MY ass?"

"It'll wrinkle your skirt all up..." Tim observed.

"So? Who cares?" Dolores retorted.

"Fine by me - but I don't want to hear about it later," Tim rumbled, plopping into a chair. "Are you bare-assed under there?"

"Um, no..." You could almost hear Dolores cursing her luck.

"Well, come over here next to me and hike up your skirt, and I'll shuck your panties for ya. Bobby and Dina don't have to be the ONLY racy couple in this place!"

Dolores' frown deepened. "Damn! Sugar, I'm wearing pantyhose!"

"With or without panties?" Tim demanded.

"Um, without," was the response.

"Care about 'em?"

"Uh, no, Sugar."

"Then put your shoe up here on my leg and I'll unbuckle it," Tim announced.

Bobby and Dina looked on in amusement as Tim took off first one, then the other shoe. "Okay, Baby, gather your skirt so I can get under there!"

Dolores crushed both sides of her wide skirt, bunching it toward her waist. Then to a chorus of catcalls, Tim proceeded to work her pantyhose all the way to her ankles. "Now, bend at the waist," he directed, " 'cause I'm gonna mess with you while you get 'em over your ankles!" And he proceeded to sit there, cupping her pussy while she worked her feet out of the hose.

Bobby and Dina had a ringside seat, and Bobby couldn't resist a comment. "Kinda furry, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but it's soft," Tim replied blandly, playing up. "See? It's all downy!" He riffled a spot alongside Dolores' vaginal opening, where the hairs were fine and silky.

Bobby decided to take things to the next level. "Oh, cool! Lemme see!" He reached out... 

But Dolores had had enough. "Don't you DARE, Bobby McCormick!" she screeched, straightening - and overbalanced and fell into Tims lap! Everybody roared. Having glared at Bobby, Dolores attempted to demonstrate her aplomb by placidly completing the removal of her pantyhose from her left ankle. She then handed them to Tim, who nonchalantly placed them in an inside jacket pocket, to muffled applause. He then proceeded to wrinkle the Hell out of the back of Dolores' skirt, so that he could highly visibly stick his hand beneath. Finally, grinning an evil grin, he began a series of pinches on Dolores' butt that caused her to hop and squeal - but she couldn't get away; he had the back of her gown in a firm grip! "Be careful what you ask for..." he reproved, grinning while Dolores hopped, going "Ooh! Aah!"

Bobby grinned while Dina picked up purposeful movement, headed their way. "Incoming!" she announced.

Amy Kelleher was a sweet looking brunette, about 5'7", with a gently rounded form highlighted by a set of 36D breasts. Those had come on early, making her a prime target of male attention when other girls were just exhibiting buds. Amy was no stranger to sex, having been deflowered as a freshman by a fast-talking junior because, well, Amy wasn't the brightest bulb in the circuit. While characterizing her as stupid or retarded would be unfair, she was definitely seriously naïve, and had a somewhat limited capacity. So Dina's interest was piqued when Amy bore down upon the group. "Hi, Dina!" she announced brightly.

"Hi, Amy, what's up?" Dina responded.

Amy got serious right away. "I've been watching. I know what you're up to. I want you to set me up with Rob."

Dina blinked, then shook her head sadly. "I figure Mary Eikenberry just about has Rob sewed up, Honey. Besides, you don't want Rob."

"No?" Amy was nonplussed. "But I let Ted go home..." Amy had allowed Ted Phipps to believe that he was going to bed her if he brought her here (merely by not contradicting him), then disabused him of the notion soon after arrival. Megan Wheatley had whispered something in his ear and he had suddenly found an urgent need to leave. Dina had watched that development from a distance with approval; Ted and Megan deserved each other - both were sharks of one form or another - to have them working on each other was to save their prey. But Amy had allowed it because she was on a mission. She wasn't stupid - she knew what Ted wanted, and what he would do when he failed to get it - but she needed the visibility, so she took the risk. Claudette's explosive break with Rob had led her to dream big - but now, Dina was telling her that it was all a mistake... "Wh-why not?" she asked, finding the dream difficult to let go of.

"Listen to Mama Dina," Dina confided. "Rob is big man on campus right now, but very soon he's going to be just another silver-tongued nobody. Football doesn't pay the bills, and to keep Rob from fooling around on you, you'd have to be smarter than he is." Amy pouted a bit, and Dina continued gently, "I'm not trying to be mean - just honest. You know that, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but..." Amy was now showing some signs of desperation. "What do I do now?"

"Will you take Mama's advice?" At Amy's nod, Dina frowned, thinking. "You don't want to go for the median - they'll just be unhappy that you're not more help to them. What you need is someone who can celebrate you for what you are, without judging you. Somebody REALLY smart, who can handle all of that stuff for you himself and feel good about it, rather than being pissed at you for not keeping up with him - because, after all, no one else does!"

"Okay, I get that..." Amy ventured.

"Bobby, go get my brother - or Terry - or both! I want to be sure about this..." Dina hopped up, and Bobby climbed out of the chair and headed for the dance floor. Turning to Amy, she announced, "See? Case in point: Bobby isn't generally well thought of, but he compliments me nicely. I want to show off - he'll help, rather than get upset. He has a big mouth - but if you listen to him and don't have a thin skin, you find he's just being blatantly honest. I can deal with that. We need to find someone who needs you as much as you need him - someone whose skills compliment yours!"

The current song had just ended, which did Bobby's work for him. "Dina wants to see you two," he announced, picking up Rick and Terry with his eyes. Jackie and Mandi shared a look. They weren't threatened in any way by Dina, but it's nice to know what's going on... 

"What's up, Sis?" Rick asked. The other three clustered behind him.

"Just a sec," Dina told Amy, and stepped away, pulling Rick with her. Addressing Rick and Terry, she announced, "I need a real hothouse mind - someone who'd be thrilled to get Amy, and not judge her for her faults."

"Hmmm, short-term? Long-term?" Rick asked.

"Long term - I want it to WORK!" Dina declared.

Rick glanced at Terry, who announced, "Jimmy Hightower!"

Dina thought about it. Jimmy didn't look like much - medium sized, but thin and lanky, freckled. A little myopic. But under that unkempt brown hair was a first class brain, by all accounts. Terry should know - they'd gone head to head in several competitions... He'd fill out, in a couple of years, too. In the meantime, he wasn't much of a social animal - might not even BE here... "Is he here?"

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "Over by the refreshments, with Danny the Wop."

"This might work," Dina mused. "There might be problems... Danny, for instance... What do you think, Big Brother?"

"Could be decent," Rick hazarded. "Amy needs someone to do her thinking for her, without strain. Jimmy needs a mama - or at least a firm, steady base from which to build his confidence..."

"And keep him from being constantly distracted by his hormones!" Terry laughed. "Jimmy's a genius - but he's also a walking, talking hard-on without an outlet! One day soon, he's gonna explode!"

"Oh? Decently equipped?" Dina asked. Might be important... 

"Bigger than me, I think," Terry measured out seven or eight inches between his hands. "Bigger than Danny, believe it or not."

"Okay, Terry, hang out with us while I pitch him to Amy. Then maybe you can help Bobby pitch the flip side?" Dina asked. "It's all about setting expectations..."

Terry glanced at Jackie. "I'll help Dina," she announced. "You guys stay in earshot, but don't let on too much." She turned her attention to Dina, "Right?"

"Right." Dina returned to Amy. "Had to get the male viewpoint - but it appears that I was right. Jimmy Hightower."

"Jimmy?" Amy frowned. "He's not much to look at..."

"He needs your fashion sense." Dina replied.

"He's never said two words to me!" Amy whined.

"He doesn't know how. He needs you to bring him along." Jackie fielded this one.

"Jimmy's a good choice," Dina counseled. "He's going places, but he needs a good stable woman to help him learn to be comfortable around people. And he's loyal; if you give him what he needs, he'll never look at another woman. That might be important in a few years." Dina, who was holding Amy's eyes, let hers drop to Amy's cleavage for a moment.

Amy took the hint. At seventeen, Amy was already past her prime. The breasts that had garnered her so much attention when she was thirteen had already begun to sag - stretchmarks showed along the insides, in the dress she was wearing. Dina figured Amy's first child would bring forty pounds with it that would never go away. The look in Amy's eyes said that she knew it, too. "Thelma's gonna give me Hell," she mumbled.

"Thelma? Thelma Frankel?" Dina asked. "That's right - you two run together, don't you? What'll her problem be?"

"Oh, everything!" Amy grinned. "I'll have a boyfriend, and she won't. What in the Hell do I expect to do with HIM? She'll have a list of his faults a mile long. Stuff like that."

"Hmmmm..." Dina's eyes twinkled. 'FrankenThelma' was well known for her waspishness. She was bony, had an unfortunate nose, and a sharp tongue, but she was bright and energetic... "So, tell the truth. Does she like men? Really?"

"Yeah," Amy sighed, "They just don't like her. She's a hard case, but it's because she knows she's shit out of luck... She had this big fantasy that she was going to lose her cherry tonight... She's gonna be Hell on Wheels." Amy mused, obviously not looking forward to it, "The only person I ever saw get the best of her was her Pop. He'd take her shit for a while, then reach out and smack her one - then she'd settle down for a while."

"So, if she got a man, she might mellow a bit - especially if he could deal with her occasional shit-storms, one way or another?" Dina's smile grew wicked.

"Yeah..." Amy could smell the smoke. "At least, I think so..."

"Go get her. I'm gonna shoot for the moon - fix ALL your problems!" Dina was beside herself. As Amy moved off, she turned to Bobby and Terry. "Go get Jimmy - and bring the Wop!"

Terry blinked, but moved off, but Bobby hung back a moment. "You thinking what I THINK you're thinking?"

Dina nodded. "I'm gonna hang FrankenThelma off the Wop! He's perfect for her - thick skinned, but if she pisses him off, he'll do what's necessary. He'll take charge, from sheer size - and she'll have to learn to manipulate him to get her way, which is sure to sweeten her disposition... And they BOTH get to hang out with their friends!"

"A regular group dynamic!" Bobby enthused, "Sweet!"

"I don't think you'll have any problem selling Jimmy Amy," Dina mused, "But even Danny is gonna be leery of Thelma! Tell him if he puts the thumb on her right away, he might get off on the right foot. I sure hope he likes them thin... Best get going - I'm not sure Terry can carry even the easy parts off alone."

Jimmy saw them coming, and nudged Danny. "We've got company. I can't imagine what they're up to... I trust Terry, but he's with Bobby McCormick."

"Aw, Bobby's awright!" Danny replied, scowling. "He's straight up." Danny the Wop had a last name with half of the alphabet in it that ended in 'ski' or something, and was probably of eastern European descent, but he LOOKed like a Mafia hood - the type that was all muscle. A broken nose made him look a lot more sinister than he really was, and he hung around Jimmy, protecting him from physical threats because Jimmy was nice to him, and treated him like a human being. Danny's horizons were limited, and he knew it - but he also knew that Jimmy would take care of him mentally the way he protected Jimmy physically. Danny would, therefore, go to the wall for Jimmy, and believed - correctly - that it was mutual.

In fact, if pressed. Danny would go a good deal further - because during a camping outing with his cousins several years previously, Danny had discovered that he was bisexual. Danny liked girls, but they'd thus far been unattainable; that left the score at Boys - 1, Girls - 0. And while he didn't have any romantic notions regarding his best friend, watching Jimmy suffer from doing without for the last couple of years had been painful. The only thing keeping Danny from offering to take care of the problem was his very real fear that it would destroy their friendship.

The pair watched Terry and Bobby approach warily, so Bobby decided it was not time to pretend to be casual. "Hey, guys, we gotta proposition for ya - literally!"

Jimmy was suspicious, "Yeah, right!" Danny was still putting it together - he held his piece and let Jimmy lead.

"No, Bobby's serious," Terry interjected. "There are girls around here that don't want to go home from the prom without at least dancing, too. Dina got to talking with a couple of them, and, well..."

"Your name came up," Bobby finished, looking at Jimmy.

Danny had caught up. "Probably dogs," he opined.

Terry winced, but Bobby regarded Jimmy nonchalantly, "Amy Kelleher..."

Jimmy went on full alert. Suddenly, he looked like a fox terrier straining at his leash. - but that leash was between his ears. "Amy?" he wondered suspiciously, "What's the game?"

Danny watched his friend, knowing that whatever the game was, it was already on. Amy was a favorite topic of Jimmy's private fantasies - Danny couldn't think of anything south of selling his soul that would keep Jimmy from availing himself of this opportunity to make his dreams reality.

"No game!" Terry responded. "Amy showed up with some wild plan to get hooked up with Rob - but Dina convinced her that you were a better long-term prospect."

'Long term' rocked Jimmy, but he held out. "Why me?"

"Amy's real sweet, but she's not the brightest bulb in the circuit," Bobby amplified. "She needs somebody who can cover her action without strain." Terry glanced at Danny, who assumed a wary look. "The flip side," Bobby continued, "is that she won't feel threatened by it - she'll be grateful."

"What does she bring to the table?" Danny asked, warily.

"Aside from the obvious?" Bobby chuckled. "She's a whole lot more comfortable around people than you two are - you might take her advice where people are concerned, and in other stuff, like how to look decorative..."

"This sounds like a lot more than a dance!" Jimmy worried. "How do you figure..."

"Hey, no guarantees!" Bobby waved his hands. "But we're working from a long-term perspective, and Dina's convinced her to at least consider it... The ball's in your court."

"What's in it for you?" Danny demanded, suspiciously reacting to a serious threat.

Terry handled it. "Dina likes to meddle. And she likes to succeed!"

Bobby nodded. "The fix is in - at the very least, you know she'll dance with you. Where you go from there is up to the two of you."

Jimmy nodded. The bait wasn't just taken, it was halfway to his stomach!

"Now for the bad news," Bobby announced, shifting his regard to Danny. "Thelma."

"FrankenThelma? I KNEW there was a dog involved, somewhere..." Danny growled.

"Yeah, she's a bitch..." Bobby started.

"A yapping bitch!" Danny retorted.

"But a bitch, by definition IS female..." Bobby dangled the bait. "Maybe you can shut up the yapping by shoving your dick in her mouth!" Jimmy and Terry both instinctively snorted laughter.

Danny grinned, "Now THERE'S a thought..." He gazed at the floor, obviously imagining Thelma kneeling there with her mouth full.

"Okay, look. Amy says Thelma's got this big fantasy thing going - wanted to lose her cherry tonight, all romantic," Bobby confided. "You see any applicants standing in line over there?" He glanced over to where Thelma, red-faced, was apparently warming up a harangue for Amy.

Danny looked, too. "Not likely," he grunted.

"Exactly!" Bobby purred, grinning. "Now, Thelma has exactly zero options, unless you offer to help her with her little problem. That puts YOU in the driver's seat! One thing I got out of Amy and Dina's initial conversation is the idea that Thelma's temper is partially the result of a twitchy clit! You use your dipstick to check the oil in her pussy a couple of times, and who knows?"

Bobby let Danny absorb the idea for a bit before adding, "Besides, she's Amy's best friend - and you're Jimmy's. It might keep things from getting strained..." The overt meaning, that it would keep Thelma off Jimmy's back, was clear to both of them; only Danny caught the subtext - that creating a foursome would keep Jimmy from having to choose between Amy and himself.

Danny nodded, sold. "What am I gonna do about that nose?"

Bobby shrugged, "If you keep her, get her a nose job. It'll be another reason for her to be grateful." Somehow, he forbore mentioning Danny's... 

Amy was in heavy weather. It had all started when she returned from talking to Dina. "C'mon, let's go see Dina."

"Why? She got magic potions or something?" Thelma jeered. "I don't see Rob..."

"Yeah, well, apparently she isn't up for miracles," Amy replied, looking momentarily glum. "But she's got a plan for something that IS doable, and I'm gonna try it."

"Oh? Who in the Hell did she promise you? The band leader? He'd be good - for the night!" Thelma had been standing around for three hours, and she was in rare form.

"Dina convinced me that Rob wasn't a good long-term bet, either," Amy explained. "She said I ought to look into somebody whose talents compliment mine. Somebody steady."

"I can't WAIT to hear this!" Thelma chortled derisively.

Pinned, Amy came out with it, "Jimmy Hightower."

"Jimmy Hightower! Supernerd?" Thelma put a hand to her cheek and rolled her eyes. "Man! What a catch!"

"Okay, Jimmy's a brain. Stupid people don't get rich - unless they have some other talent. Rob's only talents are looks, a silver tongue, and football. And he isn't THAT good at football..." Amy asserted.

"Okay, so maybe Jimmy's prospects ARE better than Rob's," Thelma countered. "He still ain't much to look at."

Amy shrugged. "So I'll teach him how to dress. It'll be a challenge. Which one of the two would be more likely to leave me at the drop of a hat? Rob? Or Jimmy?"

"You've got a point," Thelma conceded, then spoiled it with, "I wouldn't be likely to split either, if I was Jimmy..." She leered, "How are you gonna pry him loose from Danny the Wop?"

"I'm not," Amy giggled, "You are!"

"What?" Thelma turned bright red. "Danny the Wop?! I DON'T THINK SO!"

Amy was used to Thelma's tirades. "Why not?"

"He's HUGE!"

"And that's bad?"

"He's ugly as sin!"

"Oh, come on, he's not THAT bad!"

"He's - I dunno..."

"That's right, you don't!" Amy replied coolly. "Besides, he's got one thing going for him - Dina thinks he can be convinced to dance with you." Amy turned away, headed back toward Dina and Bobby.

Thelma let herself be towed along, just to be able to continue complaining. "You make it sound like a fate worse than death!"

"You make it LOOK like one!" Amy retorted.

"I do not!" Thelma replied hotly.

"You do too!" Amy smiled to take the sting out of her words. "What boy in his right mind would want to suffer under one of your harangues?" Arriving at Dina's table, she turned to her, "Dina, help!"

Dina eyes Thelma under a sardonically raised brow. "What's the matter?"

"You're trying to fix me up with Danny the Wop! THAT'S 'what's the matter'!"

"What's wrong with that?" Dina inquired archly.

"He's fuckin' huge!" Thelma started her laundry list.

"So I'm out of pissants," Dina retorted flatly. "Who's gonna move your furniture? You?" She eyed Thelma's spare form disparagingly.

Thelma opened her mouth to defend herself, stopped, and returned to her laundry list. "He's fuckin' ugly! That nose! Jesus!"

Dina nipped that one in the bud. "Reality check!" she exclaimed, then reached out and honked Thelma's somewhat droopy olfactory organ, hard.

"Hey!" Thelma blinked suddenly watery eyes. "That hurt!"

"I needed to adjust your attitude," Dina said harshly. "I don't see any trophies from beauty pageants on YOUR shelf! Face it Thelma, you don't have a lot of options!"

"I do too!" Thelma produced the retort automatically.

Dina gestured for her to continue. "Out with 'em."

"I, uh..."

"Have you danced yet tonight?"

"No..."

Dina pounced again. "When's the last time you did?" Watching the look of evasion cross Thelma's face, she added, "With a boy?"

Thelma hung her head. "So, okay, maybe I'm not rolling in boyfriends."

"You don't even have applicants!" Dina sneered. "So if I produce a boy who is willing to dance with you - once - I'm doing better than you have in years! Do you really think you can afford NOT to take him up on it?"

Amy drew a breath to defend her friend, but Dina glanced up and shook her head. Jackie tugged Amy's arm, then whispered in her ear, "It's necessary - or Thelma will piss Danny off immediately. Let Dina shrink her head a bit." Amy nodded.

Thelma stood there, looking somewhat underinflated. "I guess not..." she husked.

"Damn right!" Dina hissed. "Mr. America isn't gonna spare you a second glance - unless he's looking for something to scare off crows! I'm handing you a glass that has water in it to the halfway point. You need to concentrate REAL HARD on seeing it as half full!"

Thelma smoothed the top of her green prom dress. "Okay," she replied, sulkily.

"Smile, damn you!" Dina hissed, "You can rant and rave at him AFTER you've hooked him with..." She rolled her eyes, "Christ, I don't even know what you're gonna use!"

Bobby offered last-minute advice to the males as they approached: "Jimmy, don't outsmart yourself. If you're too gallant, she won't take it the way you mean it - she'll just think you're not interested. Try a couple of things. Don't be too subtle - she can always slap your hand." He grinned, "You're not as obnoxious as I am - I can't see you doing anything that she'll REALLY be offended by. If you're lucky, she'll take the lead at some point. Relax and enjoy her. Mess with her neck - girls LOVE that!"

"Huh?" Jimmy didn't QUITE get it... 

"Kiss it, nibble on it - gives 'em chills." Bobby amplified. Turning to Danny, he sighed. "You've got your work cut out for you."

Danny grunted agreement. "Dunno what the fuck I think I'm doin'."

"I'd get her off-balance right away. Let her know YOU know she's up the creek, and you're doing her a favor. Push her to keep her mouth shut, or you're gone. Later on, you'll have to come up with other tactics - maybe a ball gag!" Bobby grinned from ear to ear. "Picture this: Thelma, big eyes over a ball gag, while you pump her ass, doggy style!"

"Jeezus, what a picture!" Danny was still grinning as they closed on the girls. Catching Thelma's eye, he wiped it away, leaving a sardonic expression.

Jimmy laid eyes on Amy and started sweating bullets! 'God!' he thought, 'Look at that body!' Tongue-tied, he started down range: "H-hi, Amy. Do you - that is... uh..."

Dina, strategically positioned, winked at Amy, and she picked up smoothly, "Do I want to dance? Sure!" She took the unresisting boy's hand and led him off.

Thelma's somewhat disgusted observation of this exchange was cut short by a large hand closing on her forearm, dragging her toward the dance floor. "Hey!" she shrieked, shaking loose, "What the Hell?"

Danny rounded on her, "Do you want to dance, or don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

Danny made a production of looking around him. "I don't see a line. If you want to dance, it's gonna have to be with me." He stuck out his hand.

Thelma gingerly placed her hand in his big paw, expecting it to be crushed. It wasn't, but it did pull her insistently onto the dance floor. "You don't have to treat me like a sack of potatoes!" she whined.

Danny pulled her to him and gazed down upon her from beneath beetled brows, "Shut. Up."

Thelma wrenched herself away again. "Hey! I don't have to take that!"

"No, you don't," Danny said reasonably. "You can make a scene, and the next time you're this close to a man, you'll be thirty. Or you can come over here, quit your bitching, and we can see if we can enjoy each other's company. It ain't like either of us have anything to lose."

Thelma glared, but Danny just stood there, looking at her. Five seconds passed. Danny telegraphed motion just as Thelma stepped forward, which caused a near collision. Thelma opened her mouth, but Danny said "Shhh! If it ain't nice, don't say it." Thelma subsided. Her self-esteem had taken enough hits in the past five minutes to stop a tank. The pair began moving cautiously about the floor.

Jimmy Hightower was suspended between Heaven and Hell. Being this close to Amy Kelleher was a dream come true - maybe better! But Jimmy was scared to death that he'd blow his big chance by doing or saying something stupid. When they arrived on the floor, he dithered while he tried to figure out how close Amy would want to dance. He was trying to figure out if he was too close when he put his hands on her waist when Amy took control of the situation by sliding her hands up his arms and pulling him in close. Now he had those incredible breasts pressed against his chest, and he was so excited that he thought that he might explode at any moment!

Amy picked this up, (it wasn't hard - he was actually shaking), and murmured, "Relax, Jimmy, I don't bite... Well, maybe I nibble a little..." She smiled, coyly.

Inspiration struck! Jimmy whispered, "Like this?" in her ear, then proceeded to nibble at the junction of Amy's neck and shoulder.

"Oooohhh!" Amy, taken totally by surprise, melted. "Why, Jimmy Hightower!" she gasped, "I'll give you forty five minutes to stop that!"

Jimmy stopped, decoded the reaction correctly, and grinned from ear to ear. "I'll try not to take more than forty four and a half," he replied.

By then the shockwaves he was generating had already begun to have effects on Amy. Suddenly, the soft mounds pressed against Jimmy's chest developed hard little tips, unmistakable evidence that he had Amy's attention. Amy began to press herself against Jimmy in a more urgent fashion, which in turn had its effect on Jimmy. Amy discovered a simply amazing length of rock-hard flesh pressed against her belly from just above her pudenda almost all the way to her navel. Rubbing his back, she smiled and said, "Jeezus, Jimmy! How long is that thing? A foot?"

Jimmy, embarrassed, tried to back off - but Amy wasn't having any. She maintained her grip and rubbed her belly on the protrusion. "Well?" she prompted.

"I d-don't know," Jimmy stammered. "I've heard that it all depends on h-how you measure it. Eight and a half inches, maybe?"

Amy's eyes popped. "Really?"

"M-might be a little bigger right now," Jimmy allowed, "Things are a bit more... exciting... than normal!" He leaned in and began working on Amy's ear in an effort to change the subject.

"Oh, God! Not the earlobe!" Amy's knees buckled as hot breath poured past her ear, "I c-can't stand it!"

Jimmy pulled back, smiling. "I shouldn't do that, then?"

"Not if I have to stand up!" Amy retorted. "Other times..." Her eyes held a hundred promises.

"There'll be other times?" Jimmy asked in wonder.

"I think so," Amy replied, smiling. "Many."

Jimmy tucked her against him, reveling in the smell of her hair and the soft skin of her back. 'If this is a dream, ' he thought, 'I do NOT want to wake up!'

Bobby, watching from the sidelines while he held Dina on his lap, observed, "Amy and Jimmy seem to be getting along well."

Dina snorted. "That's a done deal. I'm watching the OTHER pair. They've provided quite a bit of entertainment already."

Thelma was starting to settle down. Whatever Danny's initial attitude had been, he was gentle enough, his big hands resting on her hips. Anger faded as she concentrated on the movements of the dance.

Danny was finding that a quiet Thelma wasn't too bad to have around. Certainly, holding her was pleasant enough. He began shifting his hands a bit, trying to get a surreptitious feel for her body. This effort was limited by the gingerly distance they were maintaining, however. Danny contented himself with a close-up examination of her neck and shoulders, and the dark ravine that plummeted between her admittedly small breasts.

Inevitably, given the pairs lack of experience with dance in general and each other in particular, there was a miscue, and Danny stepped on Thelma's foot. Thelma's head snapped up as she prepared to make a comment, but she quelled it at Danny's quiet, "Sorry!" Moments later he followed it with, "You've got nice looking feet, Thelma - I'll try to stay off of them." The comment was honest, and delivered virtually without thought - Danny had noticed them, displayed in two inch heels that were mostly straps, when he looked down to examine the damage.

The effect on Thelma was, well, odd. She was unused to ANY kind of compliment from males, so it was pleasing, but feet? Did Danny have some weird foot fetish? Did she care?

Meanwhile, Danny had been ruminating a bit. "Might be easier to anticipate one another if we were closer - even connected," he observed.

Thelma looked up at him, poker-faced, while she turned that one over in her head. Uncharacteristically, she didn't immediately go for an acidic comment - even SHE didn't know why; it just seemed like a good idea to comply with Danny's injunction to keep her mouth shut as long as things were going well. The thing that had her confused was that Danny's suggestion appeared to be totally artless. He didn't appear to be trying to get away with anything, but rather just trying to make the dance easier and more pleasant. After a moment, she nodded and moved in closer.

Danny took up the slack by moving one hand around her waist and the other somewhat gingerly upward to the middle of her back, where bare skin appeared above the top of the dress. Thelma was wearing a green, shoulderless item with a tube skirt, which emphasized her narrowness, but offered an opportunity to advertise the fact that she DID have breasts, even if they were 32As and that, however boyish, there was an ass back there. It wasn't large, either, but it was round... The item ended at her knees, which afforded a good view of her trim calves, too - but Danny was in a poor position for that at that point.

Thelma accepted the arrival of the large paw on her bare back with some surprise, but it was gentle... Besides, she was inventorying Danny. She'd expected him to be rock hard, but there was a silky smoothness over the iron core. It was... nice, she decided. Her splayed hands investigated his broad back.

Danny accepted this with some surprise. All in all, this was turning out somewhat different than expected. But he was unlikely to complain at being touched by a woman, so... He allowed HIS hands to drift, inventorying Thelma's surprisingly soft skin above, and the flattened sloping plane that marked the transition to her ass below.

Thelma noticed, but forbore comment. She really couldn't get over how gentle Danny's touch was - he looked like he was made of solid rock, after all... Both hands felt pleasant, but the one messing around near her coccyx was eliciting a slight tingle... 

Proximity had Danny swimming in Thelma's perfume. She smelled nice, and there was a tangy underlayer there that he couldn't identify - but he didn't think it was perfume. All in all, it was intoxicating... He drifted in for another noseful, and... 

Thelma noticed the activity; somehow it was like she'd developed eyes in her neck - her skin was transmitting all kinds of information on location, distance, temperature - stuff she'd never noticed cataloging from that location before. But her attention was elsewhere; she was working on shoulders, (God, they were HUGE!), approaching them from the rear, underneath. She sensed his inhalation, smiled a bit, then BAM! Soft lips caused electricity to dance along the nerves of her neck and shoulder and flash away to a dozen other spots all over her body!

Thelma froze, and Danny was just thinking 'What in the Hell did I do THAT for?' when suddenly she was in contact with him EVERYWHERE. The arms around his back clutched him to her, and she stepped in, grinding her pubic bone into his left thigh while hers enclosed it. Danny was forced to stop moving; otherwise they would have ended up on the floor! He recovered quickly, murmuring, "You like that, don't you?" in Thelma's ear.

Thelma didn't speak - she couldn't, her throat had closed. Suddenly all of the digs, the slights, the irritations, annoyances, pain - everything that had made her life miserable to this point receded. It was payback time! Thelma had just been exposed to joy, and by GOD she was going to experience it! She nodded her head, face buried in Danny's shoulder.

"You want more?" Danny asked. He was still somewhat surprised; he'd expected a sore face, sore shins, or both. The return nod was emphatic, but frankly, he really didn't need to ask; the woman - and Thelma WAS a woman, no doubt about it at THIS range! - seemed to be trying to merge with him at multiple points! Danny reveled in the unaccustomed feeling of being totally in control. Under the influence, he got cocky. "I won't leave a mark," he breathed in her ear, "... yet."

Danny again applied his lips to Thelma's neck, and she wriggled in delight! Danny was unprepared for his own reaction - 50,000 gallons of testosterone poured out of his glands, it seemed like! He slid his hands under Thelma's ass and basically lifted her from the floor - which was fortunate, for Thelma was all but humping his leg!

"Whoa!" Danny rumbled, "This is a little advanced for the dance floor! Next time, you can take off your shoes and put you feet on mine - or whatever..." He rose up, and Thelma pulled back a bit so she could see his face. "Let's pretend we're still just dancing for a bit." They began to move again, entwined this time. Danny repositioned his hands to some semblance of their earlier positions - not too close, though, for one hand never left the left cheek of Thelma's little round ass! Danny gazed into a pair of wide, brown pools that seemed to plead, beg. "We're not done yet," he assured her. "Maybe we should try kissing?"

There was a fractional nod, the eyes closed, and the chin came up, full lips pursed. 'Full lips?' Danny ruminated to himself. Somehow, Thelma's attitude had always caused him to expect a lipless slash of a mouth... He lowered his into place, questing, then closed his eyes to be able to concentrate better on what he was doing. He ran his tongue along Thelma's lips and they parted; teeth opened quickly, and Thelma's tongue came out to play. She had no idea what she was doing - that much was certain - but enthusiasm was undeniable. Their tongues dueled and fenced, and played hide and seek - their owners totally forgot to dance! Finally, someone remembered to breathe... 

"Jeezus!" Bobby wondered, "How in the Hell did THAT happen?"

Dina was grinning from ear to ear. "Thelma's just realizing how much she needs a man! They keep going at that rate, and she's going to find her knees up around her shoulders before the nights over!"

"The Wop ain't complaining too much about it, either!" Bobby chuckled.

"Danny's a pretty decent sort - or he wouldn't be operating in Jimmy's orbit," Terry interjected. "I imagine Thelma's finding out just how nice!" He went back to nuzzling Jackie, who was giggling softly under the tickling touches.

"Looks like you're batting a thousand, Sis!" Rick approved.

"This one's a fucking miracle!" Dina laughed. "That pair's going to be interesting to watch develop!"

Jimmy tapped Danny on the shoulder as he and Amy went by. Danny surfaced and nodded, picking up Jimmy's glance at the refreshments. "Let's sit for a while, Thelma," he murmured, pointing out a table with his eyes. Jimmy noticed and altered Amy's trajectory to take up occupancy. Thelma allowed herself to be led from the floor and seated, apparently somewhat dazed. "Want a Coke?" Danny asked.

"Okay," Thelma mumbled, distracted, then shook herself, "Maybe a Sprite?"

"Sure!" Danny turned away, following Jimmy off.

Momentarily alone, Amy turned to Thelma, "How was Danny? Did you suffer a lot?"

"He was a right bastard!" Thelma complained, "Let me know right off that he KNEW I was desperate, and I'd better keep my big mouth shut! The things I do for you..."

Amy eyed Thelma oddly. The content was there, but there wasn't the usual fire; Thelma's outburst seemed pro-forma - certainly, it lacked heat. "Sound advice, in your case," she pointed out. That should strike a spark!

But Thelma had moved on, musing, "He's awful gentle, though. Who'd have thought?"

Amy examined Thelma as if she had two heads. "Whoa, you okay?" Thelma's eyes held a dreamy look that Amy could only remember seeing when she was wrapped up in fantasy.

Thelma shook herself, "Yeah, I'm okay. I'll even survive another few rounds. How was Jimmy?"

"Very, very nice!" Amy smiled, "A little training, and he'll be exceptional! I think I'll keep him!"

Thelma chuckled, "So, Little Jimmy has potential?"

"Little Jimmy has actual!" Amy's eyes sparkled as she raised her hands, measuring out several inches. "That part doesn't seem to be little at all!"

"Well!" Thelma approved, "That's nice! I haven't exactly met Danny's, but..." Suddenly her hands were twisting in her lap, "I think I might."

"Thelma..." Amy chided, "I'm getting the feeling that things went a whole lot better than you've managed to mention!"

"Yeah," Thelma's dreamy sigh spoke volumes. "Things started out rocky, but once we started dancing..." The eyes were again unfocused, "I... we... he..." Her eyes cleared, and she grinned as she locked eyes with Amy. "Any time you need me to throw myself into the breach to keep Danny occupied, I'll somehow manage to find the strength for one more go at it!" The pair burst into laughter.

"Amy's awesome!" Jimmy's eyes danced, "Incredible! I can't fucking believe it!" Then he settled down, and turned an apologetic face to Danny. "How's FrankenThelma?"

Danny looked shocky. "She's a big fucking surprise!"

"Huh?"

"I lowered the boom on her and she acted as expected - all pissed off. But she settled down, and we started dancing, and, well, she got... sweet!"

"Excuse me?" Jimmy was awash. "Thelma? Sweet?"

"Yeah..." Danny appeared to be as confused as Jimmy. "Everything seemed to be going well, so I tried the neck-nuzzling thing on her - and she came unglued! When she came back, she glued herself to me! And things got VERY pleasant, I can tell you!"

"I'll be damned!" Jimmy laughed. "That's a different Thelma from the one I met!"

"Me, too!" Danny agreed. "It's like she just..." He shook himself. "We're takin' them home, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I figure. Amy came with somebody else, but he's gone. Didn't know what he was missin', I guess," Jimy mused, "Why?"

"Just thinkin'," Danny replied. "I'm not in any hurry to take Thelma home." Danny smiled. "But if things keep heatin' up..." Danny paused. "I don't think I want Thelma's first time to be in the back of a car."

"Man!" Jimmy exclaimed, "Twenty minutes ago, this chick wasn't getting a dance! Now you're talking like the countdown clock's already running short to pop her cherry? That's pretty fast, man!"

"I've got a feeling..." Danny replied.

"Look, you aren't planning the four F's here, are you? That could get ugly!" Jimmy warned.

"Naw!" Danny waved it away. "You plannin' that for Amy?"

"Fuck, NO! I'm into this for as long as I can make it last!" Jimmy declared.

"Well, I'm lookin' at the same thing! If all Thelma needs is a little TLC to keep her sweet, I'm gonna see how long I can keep it goin'!"

Jimmy nodded, "We better get back."

"Stick" Williams staggered a bit as he entered the Men's Room; the hip flask that he had somehow managed to secrete despite pointed efforts at security was half-empty, and he hadn't shared with Draper. Surveying the place, he noted that the urinals were doing a brisk business - just as well; he figured he needed somewhere to lean, and maybe some privacy to retuck himself, anyway. He swaggered back around the corner to the stalls.

There were four; the end stall was apparently in use, but there was no noticeable smell, so he took the second in. He took a moment to get organized, closing the door, then unlimbered his long, narrow member and started a long, satisfying piss.

Bracing himself against the stall walls, he took a look around. There was a lot of graffiti - a bit of reading proved it to be a lot of POINTED graffiti. 'Looks like 'Help Wanted' for cocksuckers!' Stick thought to himself, grinning. Then he noticed it: The toilet paper holder was one of those fancy gadgets that held two rolls. When the first one was empty, you slid the second one out of storage and it locked in place - only THIS one didn't! The whole gadget had been rotated out of the way, revealing a nice wide Glory Hole! Stick repositioned a bit so he could see activity through it - sure enough, the guy in the next stall was beating his meat! Question was, was he a giver or a taker?

Stick had come with Draper, and despite the presence of a number of somewhat desperate girls, hadn't so much as scored a dance, between a certain lack of popularity and a painful shyness he didn't admit to. Getting a blowjob was more than he had come to expect from the evening - why not take advantage of the opportunity? 'Who knows, maybe feeding queers is a public service?' he chuckled to himself.

Teddy Frick was leaning well forward, trying to get a good look at the length of black meat holding forth in the next stall. Thus far, the evening had been dull - he'd only managed to get in one short suck of some nervous cretin who had pulled back and shot elsewhere. Now THIS was classic black meat, long and narrow, and... was it growing? THAT was a good sign! The owner had obviously taken in his surroundings and started to get excited! Whoever it was backed off a step, trying to continue to hit the toilet despite a stiffening erection, which provided Teddy an even better view! Nice cock! The owner jacked it a bit, not a good idea when you're trying to piss... but a good indicator that he was looking forward to other things... 

Stick was watching the hole, now, and the shadows told him that the guy on the other side was humped over, watching. He backed off a bit trying to control his flow, but he was about done, anyway. Anticipation caused him to jack his foreskin back and forth a couple of times, which made things even worse... he had to concentrate on what he was doing to manage to get those last dribbles out without making a mess - obviously, he didn't want to piss all over the toilet if the very next thing he was gonna do was sit on the thing!

Stick finished up, then turned deliberately toward the gloryhole while he made a production of shucking his pants - and Teddy watched avidly. Wow! What a show!

When Stick bent down to settle his trousers around his ankles, he got a quick glimpse of brown curls; yeah, the little cocksucker was glued tight to the view, all right! Looked like a sucker - not a suckee - maybe he wouldn't have to fart around with him for ten minutes before everybody got comfortable... 

Teddy was thinking much the same thing from his angle. The quick flash of Stick's face was understandably more anonymous - but Teddy didn't really want to know who it was, and CERTAINLY didn't want him to know who HE was... How he'd managed to avoid being stigmatized thus far had been part careful effort and part pure luck - only a couple of girls were sure, and they weren't the type that anyone paid any attention to. Tentatively, Teddy stuck his finger through the hole - and almost touched Stick's cock as he rose from dropping his pants!

Hot shit! Enough with the preliminaries! Stick stepped forward and six inches of narrow, black, still somewhat flexible cock flowed through the gloryhole!

Teddy gazed at his prize in wonder. He itched to jack back the foreskin and fully uncover the head, but guys tended to get nervous if the first thing you did was grab their dick through a wall - he didn't want to scare this one off! Gently, he moved forward and enveloped Stick's still partially covered glans in his mouth.

"Aaahhhh!" Stick was in Heaven! Man, that felt good! He grabbed the top of the partition separating the two stalls for balance and proceeded to crush his crotch against the barrier, feeding Teddy an additional couple of inches! Teddy took the hint, and tightening his lips, used them to retract Stick's foreskin from his glans by the simple expedient of working his mouth forward onto the shaft. When he backed off, Stick's cock seemed to grow to follow him; by the time he'd stroked him three times in this manner, Stick's foreskin was no longer an issue - his glans had swollen and the shaft had lengthened and hardened and Teddy was presented with ten inches of fully exposed cock!

Teddy was in Heaven, too! The hunk of man meat in his mouth was HUGE, and it was narrow enough that he could think about trying to get it into his throat... He began to work it, sliding his lips over the shaft from the crown to as deep as he could comfortably take it, tickling the underside with his tongue.

Stick was totally out of control! He'd wheedled a couple of blowjobs out of Beulah Tyrone before she discovered that his dick was too narrow to keep her happy, but they were NOTHING like THIS! THIS was FUCKING INCREDIBLE! He hung there, crushing himself against the partition, while the anonymous mouth did wonders with his poor, under-utilized meat.

Teddy gently reached through the gloryhole and collected Stick's heavy balls, fondling them gently while he held five inches of his shaft in the other hand and worked on the other five with his mouth. Teddy was having all kinds of ideas: Maybe this guy would want to go somewhere? Maybe he could suck him somewhere quiet and romantic? Maybe he could work up the nerve to try it in his ass... Teddy's own fat five and a half inches was at full attention - even a touch might set it off... 

Nate Adams THOUGHT he was a shit-talker, but Stick was the real thing, and in his excitement, he turned it on: "Jeezus, that's a sweet mouth! You oughta advertise, there'd be a line around the block! Goddamn! I'd be in it all the time! Oh, yeah! If yo'ass is this good, I'm gonna put yo' in dresses an' you gonna be my new girlfriend! I dunno what we'll do wit' yo' cock, but you'll be Little Annie Tranny fo' ME, Baby!"

This might have pissed some people off, no matter WHAT their sexual preference, but it had the opposite effect on Teddy! What a turn-on! He redoubled his efforts, and Stick began to lose control of his legs as the urge to rapidly pound into something caused his knees to jump. Teddy backed off for a moment, gathering spit, and just as Stick was preparing to whine, he began his first attempt to lodge a cock in his throat! Getting it to the back of his mouth wasn't hard, but... Teddy lined things up as best he could and mustered the willpower to press forward.

On the other side of the partition, Stick's eyes got as big as saucers. It wasn't hard to tell that he was into new territory, and just the thought of it put him over the edge! "Oh, Shit, Baby, now yo' done it! I'm gonna flood your ass! I'm gonna shoot a quart o' spunk down that sweet throat! aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAahhhhhh!"

Stick was as good as his word; Teddy had barely backed off from his effort when Stick's cock began to surge and shoot! Teddy locked his lips around the rim of his glans and tickled the sensitive underside while sucking in gobs of the potent ejaculate. What a cock! Simultaneously, a few quick jerks on his own fat erection sent it over the edge and Teddy emptied himself all over the partition wall, a couple of drops whitening the top of Stick's left loafer.

Stick began to recover, and backed away from his position crushed against the partition, gently extracting his testicles through the gloryhole - but Teddy was reluctant to release him. He continued to suck and nibble on the tip of Stick's flagging erection, leaving Stick suspended between Heaven and Hell as he teased sensation from his over-sensitive cock. Finally, Stick could take no more, gently extracting his cock and collapsing on the toilet seat to get his breath.

Teddy had been preparing for this; it was imperative that this person not get a grip on him - he might never get away! So Teddy had collected his trousers and tucked in his shirt, making himself at least passably presentable. When Stick collapsed, Teddy was almost instantly out of the end stall and quickly around the corner to the relative anonymity of the urinal area. There, he finished tuning his appearance and nonchalantly left the Men's Room.

Stick just didn't have it in him to follow quickly. Between the alcohol and the aftereffects of the incredible orgasm, he was momentarily flagged. But he vowed to himself that he would find 'that little cocksuckah' - that shit was too good! After a bit he got up, put himself back together, and shambled out of the stall.

Mary Nalley was strawberry blonde, freckled, and, well, fat. She had a sweet face and a sweet disposition, but a godawful unfortunate body from the neck down. Just now, it was encased in something pink with a ruffled skirt that made an upside down V at about mid-thigh in front and swept down and around to a dragging train behind. Since her knees weren't TOO bad, and her ankles were merely thick, this was a pretty fair display; the top was fairly modest, since unfortunately Mary didn't even get away with the big bust that most fat girls were capable of advertising. Mary had dugs - wide, triangular rolls with nipples dripping from the tips that would have looked better on an old fat man than a young fat woman. Mary thanked God for sports bras; they were the only support that approached being comfortable to the floppy things. They weren't worth a damn for creating a cleavage from, so she just covered them up - at least there were lumps under there, somewhere. Lumps - or rolls - were something Mary had in plenty between her neck and waist, and the relatively modest ones made by her bust virtually disappeared against the three or four rolls between there and her lower belly. Objectively, neither they, nor Mary herself for that matter, were THAT huge - they were just there, jiggling, forcing her out of shape. She'd been known to joke (in private, with other girls) that with the proper outfit she'd look like a certain female entertainer in Star Wars that had four rows of tits... Oddly enough, her back, though modestly broad, was relatively flat, but it led to an unfortunately blocky ass. Small, delicate extremities only accentuated the thickness of her midsection.

By age twelve, Mary knew she was doomed. Popularity was out, and lonely old maidenhood was her most likely fate. But behind Mary's sunny disposition lurked a sharp mind; observation of the world around her led her to realize that if she went to the well often enough, sooner or later she would get half a bucket, at least. So beneath the thick-skinned pleasant persona she showed the world, she honed sharp claws to be used for holding her prey, and she set out to hunt. She moved into the bedroom above the garage at her home - the one with it's own outside entrance - and over the course of her high school career, a couple of dozen carefully selected Grade 'B' and 'C' boys - she knew better than to attempt Grade 'A' - found themselves in her lair, sampling her earthy wares. Experience honed her weapons, and later arrivals found it difficult to escape her clutches unscathed. The discovery that she actually enjoyed sex made the whole thing a lot more palatable for her, and easier to deal with socially - rude remarks could be riposted with lewd ones. Yeah, Mary was a slut - but for her, it was a drawing card! Her mother was well aware of her activities, but, understanding the reasons for them, was uncritical; her father chose not to know... 

Mary and Nora had managed between them to get Teddy to bring them to the Prom, so Teddy was unsurprised to find Mary lurking outside the Men's Room. "Hey, Mary."

"Hey, Teddy. How was dinner?" Mary smirked.

Teddy ignored her. "Where's Nora?" It was getting late... Maybe he and the girls should fold their tents and steal away... 

"Oh, yeah, you missed the excitement! Nora corralled a man - although what she's gonna do with the likes of Nate Adams, I'LL never know... I'm pretty sure he's taking her home, though," Mary smiled brightly, and Teddy grimaced. Mary had decided that Teddy's proclivities made him a suitable victim, adequately malleable. Teddy had ONLY agreed to bring Mary because Nora was along; he'd long since heard enough to know that being invited up to Mary's room was an invitation to danger.

"Great!" Teddy groused.

"No need to be nasty," Mary sulked, "Besides, who else would put up with your little peccadilloes? And don't run off on me! I still need a ride!"

Teddy grunted noncommittally. "Nate, huh? That's a switch!"

"Yeah," Mary replied, sidling a bit closer, "Love is in the air, I guess..."

They passed a quiet moment. Teddy admitted to himself that Mary wasn't too bad - when she wasn't carrying her bear trap! The fact that she had divined his sexual preferences allowed her to forget his sex and treat him as one of the girls, periodically, during which periods they had a good time. But on other occasions, she'd announced an intention to 'reform' him, a threat which brought all kinds of trepidation with it. Tonight had been relatively neutral, up to now - Teddy prayed it would continue to be.

Stick wandered out of the Men's Room, glancing around with studied casualness. "Yo, Mary!"

"Stick," Mary nodded pleasantly. Then she took another glance. Stick was skinny as Hell - they'd look like Mutt & Jeff - but if Nora could go black... 

Casually, Stick pressed his quest: "Mary, you been hangin' out here a while?"

"Guess so," Mary admitted. "I like the view!" she added, winking.

"Seen anybody in particular in the last coupla minutes?" Stick pressed gently.

"Why?" Mary asked, suspicious, "Lose something?"

Stick grinned. "Gave it away, more like!" he chuckled, pleased at his own wit. "I'm kinda lookin' for the anonymous recipient!"

Stick's exercise in wit had given 'way too much away, though - especially given Mary's next discovery: "This got anything to do with that white stuff on your shoe?" Mary wondered aloud.

Stick blinked, looked down, and blanched. "Uh, no... Wonder how THAT got there..."

Teddy pretended not to hear the exchange at all - but he was dead white. Looking in Stick's direction was DEFINITELY out! That Stick was the owner of the mystery dick was obvious - and so was the danger inherent in letting him find out who had been sucking it!

Mary placidly handed Stick the napkin she had been holding around her Coke. As he bent over, Stick noticed Teddy for the first time. Teddy nodded at him, pretending unconcern. Stick cleaned the top of his loafer and straightened back up. Mary delicately plucked the napkin from Stick's hand and sniffed it. "Smells like cum," she observed coolly. "I wonder who a DNA test on THIS would finger?"

"Not me!" came from both of them in chorus, while 'ME!' echoed in the mind of each. Startled, they gave each other a quick glance.

Mary had long since put two and two together, and the wheels were turning rapidly while she assessed the opportunities provided by this unique situation. "Say, Stick," she announced pleasantly, "You're in a position to do us a favor!"

"Huh?" Stick responded.

"Well, Teddy, here, has a thing about being seen alone with me," Mary confided, winking, "Reputations, and all..."

Stick eyed Teddy, "You got a reputation?" he chuckled.

"He will, if he's not careful," Mary murmured, with a pointed look at Teddy, who blanched. "Anyway, if you were to go along with us when he takes me home, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"Well, I came with Draper," Stick murmured dubiously.

"Oh, hadn't you noticed?" Mary asked, "When Nate and Nora took up with one another, Tenisha started draping herself all over Draper. I'm sure he'd prefer NOT to have to bring you along on the way home, if you know what I mean..." She nodded toward the location, twenty or so feet away, where Tenisha was engaged in deep meaningful discussions with Draper - or at least, that's what it LOOKED like.

Stick was still unconvinced. "What's in it for me, again?"

"Well, a ride home, for one thing - Teddy will be happy to drop you off, won't you, Teddy?" Mary grinned like a shark. "And you two can stop up and we can discuss your little request for information, in private. I've got beer in the fridge..."

"An' if I don't wanna?" Stick asked, suspicious.

"Well, I was under the impression that we wanted to keep your sperm donations quiet..." Mary murmured blandly. "If you'd like, though, I could discuss it in public - with or without you..."

Stick's eyes popped - she had his attention, all right! He recovered himself a bit, and murmured, as if the last comment had never been made, "Beer, huh? That might be nice..." Mary smiled and patted his arm.

Stick looked over at Nate and Draper and their current objects of attention. Nate and a white bitch, eh? Damn! Draper and Tenisha made sense, now that he thought about it... He stole a sidelong glance at Mary. 'Not much to look at, but she IS white, and rumor has it she fucks like a mink!' he thought. 'If Nate can tap a white bitch... ' "Lemme go check out wit' Draper," he rumbled.

"Fine," Mary agreed, "I don't think any of us are missing much, here. When you come back, we'll get ready to go."

"Mary," Teddy hissed as Stick sauntered off, "are you gonna sell me down the river?"

Mary eyed him blandly, "How WAS Stick, Teddy? You seemed pretty pleased with yourself when you came out of there..." She nodded toward the Men's Room.

"Okay, so, he was good - damn good! I don't think I wanna be his personal slave, though!"

"Then I guess you'll have to buck up and take you instructions from Mama, won't you?" Mary snapped. "Play ball and you'll have the best of both worlds - but if you piss me off, you'll be wearing dresses, and Stick will be charging his friends for a shot at your ass!"

Teddy blanched. "O-okay!"



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Chapter 107: A quiet evening at home


Big Al McCormick was, basically, at peace - for the moment. He and Helen hadn't done much once the kids were away - just a bit of dinner (Helen had apparently found everything in the kitchen, but he tried to help out, anyway) and a quiet evening in front of the TV. Al sat on the couch (something he NEVER did) with Helen leaning against him. Eventually, she had stretched out with her head on his lap, and he had mauled her chest in an idle manner, without receiving any complaints, for an hour or so.

When the eleven o'clock news came on, Helen sighed, "This is wonderful! Thank God I didn't have to work!" And THAT triggered Al's nagging sense that something wasn't quite perfect.

Al went still, and Helen glanced at him to determine what was wrong, but his face revealed nothing. Finally, he said abruptly, "I don't want you to work!"

"Sorry?" Helen asked, somewhat confused.

"I don't think you ought to work!" Al repeated the declaration.

"I'm not thrilled, either, but I have a family to feed," Helen replied, in a tone that implied that she was belaboring the obvious.

"Not necessarily. I can handle the income. You can do the domestic stuff," Al grunted.

"Al, I have a house, a car, and two daughters. I have to work." Helen replied pedantically.

"No, dammit, you don't! I'd be happy to support you and the girls. After we're married..."

"After we're what?!" Helen gasped.

"After we're married," Al resumed, rolling his eyes, "you can run this place as you see fit. There's no need for you to go off and wait tables at that restaurant. I can keep us comfortably."

"Al, what's this marriage thing? We're not ready for marriage!" Helen declared, scowling. "Both of us have been alone all this time - you don't just undo that in a week or two! What makes you think we're ready to get married?"

Big Al scowled. "I'M ready for marriage! I, personally, don't want to sleep under a different roof than you ever again! But if you're not," he wound down, "I guess we can live in sin for awhile..."

"Al, what's wrong? What's this all about?" Helen asked, exasperated.

"What's wrong? That's simple! Tomorrow morning, you're going to pack your overnight case and walk out that door. And I'll either have to wheedle my way in at your place, or twist your arm to get you back here tomorrow night!" Al ranted. "I don't want to have to make excuses to see my woman! I want her RIGHT HERE in arms reach, EVERY GODDAMN NIGHT!"

"Al," Helen tried to be reasonable, "we have a wonderful thing going here. We're nicely attuned, and God knows the sex is wonderful! But we both have independent lives, independent responsibilities! And sooner or later, some other woman will catch your eye, and having me taking up space in your bedroom will become highly inconvenient. Can't you see that?"

"Grrrrrr!" Al growled in fury! He leaped up, bowled Helen over flat on the couch, and leaped onto her pinning her wrists above her head. "Now listen to ME, you silly bitch! I am NOT your first husband! There will NOT be another woman, 'cause I ain't LOOKING for another woman! I ain't looking for another woman 'cause I LOVE YOU! Why the FUCK would I look ANYWHERE ELSE?"

Helen was stupefied! "Al, Honey, it's okay..." she placated.

"No, goddamn it, it is NOT okay! How many goddamn times do I have to tell you that you're the most beautiful goddamn woman I've ever seen before you believe it?" Al sucked in a breath, sobbed, "What do I have to do?"

Helen stared in wonder at Al, whose craggy face had turned blotchy as tears sprang from his eyes. One trickled down his nose and dripped onto her neck. "Ohmigod!" she husked. The implications hit Helen like a slow moving freight train! Al was many things, but an actor wasn't one of them! If he was this worked up, disbelief was not an option "Okay, Love, I believe you!" she husked, I'm convinced - gimme my hands back!"

Al let go, and made to rise, but Helen pulled him down into an embrace. "I'm sorry, Love, I just couldn't believe it," she murmured, "I couldn't afford to - being wrong would have been too painful. But I believe you now." Above her, Al shuddered in her embrace, sobbing. The emotional storm carried her with it, and she wet Al's neck with her own tears as she buried her face in his shoulder.

After a bit, Big Al mastered himself, and arose. Helen watched him, realizing that this was an uncommon event; such emotion was something Big Al was unaccustomed to displaying. He reached in is pocket and fished out a small box of a type unmistakable, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Helen's eyes. Then he turned his head away and spoke in a muffled voice from a still-tight throat, "When you're ready, you can put that on, and we'll set a date. Until then, I'm gonna harass you about moving under my roof EVERY GODDAMN DAY until you agree to that, at least. That's the way it is. Okay?"

"Okay," Helen replied quietly. Al turned back to gauge her seriousness, and nodded to himself at what he saw. After a moment, Helen's eyes were drawn to the box. Glancing back at Al, she gingerly collected it from the table and carefully opened it. "Ohmigod! It's HUGE!" she gasped. And it was - the ring's center stone had to be a full carat, and there were two other substantial stones flanking it! "It's incredible!" she cried, gazing at the ring in wonder.

Al knelt, visibly holding himself in. The temptation to say "Put it on!" was strong, but Helen needed to come to that decision herself. So he waited, hands clenching and unclenching.

Helen looked up and locked eyes with Al, drew a breath, and removed the ring from the box. Without looking at it, she positioned it for placement upon her finger. Very clearly, eyes still locked with Al's she announced, "Yes!" then slid the ring into place. It was a bit loose; Helen was surprised and disgusted with herself over the satisfaction that the thought 'Obviously, it's not a hand-me-down from his first wife' brought.

Al had stopped breathing at the moment Helen had pulled the ring free from the box. Would she put it back? Could he live with the disappointment if she did? Could he handle 'Soon, but not yet?' Helen's single word of acceptance struck as hard - or harder - than rejection would have. Tears poured down his cheeks, but joy had replaced frustration as the cause, and he pinned her again, this time kissing and nibbling at everything within reach. "Baby, you don't know..." he murmured brokenly, between kisses laved on her neck. In seconds, it seemed, he was incredibly worked up! "I've got to have you, NOW!" he declared.

Helen drew back in mock irritation. "Hey! I'm your woman, not a piece of meat!"

Al stopped instantly and got up. "Sorry!" he apologized, "Guess I got a little bit carried away. But..."

"You big silly lug!" Helen laughed, "I was kidding! Get undressed, I want to feel you inside me!" She reached down and snatched off her blouse, freeing her huge tits.

"So! You're gonna mess with me!" Al roared, "I'm just gonna have to remind you just why it is that you're my woman! I'm gonna wear your ass out, if it kills me!" He began tearing his way out of his clothes.

Helen, laughing, thumbed her nose and blew a raspberry at him as she shucked out of her skirt and panties. "It'll kill you - you'll never last!"

"We'll see about THAT!" Al declared and grabbed Helen's thighs, spreading them and sliding his face in between. "Yes, we will!" He went to work on Helen's furry gash with a vengeance, starting with wide flat swipes from anus to clit, then working individually on her labia.

"Uh oh!" Helen gasped, "You're cheating! I thought... you were just... going to... use your... cock..." Breathing started to be hard to control as Al went to work on her clit in earnest, switching between worrying it and driving his tongue into her vaginal canal.

Al started working Helen's clitoris with his thumb as he rose up to talk, "No, I just said I'd wear you out! I plan to use all of the tools at my disposal!" With an evil chuckle, he dove back into his work. Helen stopped talking and started shaking as the now familiar tingle began to increase in amplitude. Her breathing continued labored, and Big Al grinned as he began to feel that tension in Helen's legs that signaled the onset of her pre-orgasmic rigidity.

"NnnnnnnnNNNNNNN!!!!!" Helen groaned inarticulately as her eyeballs rolled up and she stiffened, arched, and began to spasm. Al grinned and guzzled the wash of her lubricant. Thirty seconds passed, while Helen's vagina pulsed around Al's tongue before she settled back, limply.

Al gave no quarter, kneeling up and pressing Helen's knees to her shoulders, then starting the insertion of his rigid penis. He drove it a third of the way, withdrew a bit to spread the lubrication, and went for the whole length, running dry just short. Another short withdrawal, and he was able to bury his full length in her oily depths. At that point, he set up a driving rhythm that rolled over Helen, carrying her back to orgasm in under a minute.

"Two!" he puffed, grinning as Helen drifted back to reality. He'd slowed as soon as she began to try to arch her back, siding his hands under her shoulders in an effort to keep her from bucking him off at her peak. Now he idled, moving slowly while Helen caught her breath.

"Keeping count?" she puffed. "How far do you intend to go?"

Al grinned. "I want you good and worn out!" he replied.

"Well, let's make it a competition, then!" she chuckled. Almost immediately, Al felt the difference; Helen was working her vaginal muscles, clasping and flexing them in an effort to get Al to lose control!

It was effective, too! Al, who had set a leisurely pace during Helen's last orgasmic cycle, found himself hard pressed not to succumb to the urgency of that welcome. He gritted his teeth against the temptation of the tantalizing waves of sensation that Helen was generating, but it was a losing battle. Realizing that he had gone past the point of no return, Al picked up the pace - and Helen's efforts backfired on her. Concentrating her efforts on muscular control meant concentrating deeply on the sensations generated, and when Al picked up the pace, that concentration made her all the more susceptible. When Al began to snap his hips in a driving rhythm meant to maximize sensation for both of them, Helen's pussy slipped the leash of her conscious control and began to pulsate in its natural rhythm. This, in turn, frazzled Al's remaining control, and he buried himself to the hilt in Helen, howling, just as her eyeballs rolled up.

The pair clutched at one another as they weathered the mutual cataclysm, then Al collapsed across Helen's chest. Helen was smiling and stroking Al's broad back when Al intoned, "And THAT, Ladies and Gents, is the end of Round One!"

Eddie Vincent stood backed against a chair back, gazing down at what had to be the most incredible sight he'd ever witnessed. Denise knelt, delightfully nude, before him, her face somewhat red and strained as she slowly forced inch ten of his huge cock down her throat!

"Baby, you don't have to - Aaaaahh!" Eddie's attempt at gallantry ended as his glans slipped past the opening of Denise's throat. Eddie watched Denise's throat distend, bug-eyed from the sight and the sensation.

Denise held herself there for a moment, then withdrew to speak. "Oh yes I do! I have a reputation, and if anybody has a right to be able to discuss it firsthand, it's you!" She went back to work: first a short stroke, only absorbing his glans and an inch or two beyond, then after backing off to the point where she was more or less kissing it, she went for six or seven inches, leaving a layer of shiny saliva on the shaft as she withdrew. The third stroke was a deep one; she lodged Eddie's cock head in her throat and held it there while Eddie watched her gag. It was painful to watch, but she held him in place with her hands on his thighs until she had accomplished what she set out to do, and he succumbed to the arousal that was the secondary effect of watching her go to that uncomfortable length to please him.

Denise backed off, and it became evident what she was up to; gagging had produced a copious amount of spit that she laved his length with as she drove back onto it, this time absorbing all eleven inches and burying her nose in his pubic hair. Then she did something with her throat (swallow?) that drove Eddie up the wall! On the backstroke her eyes smiled at him as Denise got down to business: an alternating pattern of short strokes and full burial deep throat action that had Eddie's knees shaking within thirty seconds.

"I'm gonna blow!" Eddie howled, and Denise drew back until her lips enclosed his glans and ran her tongue over the sensitive crown to keep him engaged until the first mighty squirt of cum poured out. She'd been planning on letting him shoot directly down her throat, but had realized that she might never talk again if he swelled up much while fully buried. She was right, too; Eddie picked up some girth in those last moments, sizing up to the point that she was very happy that she wasn't pinned with her nose buried in his pubes. As it was, she had a considerable amount of sperm to deal with; she swallowed twice, not counting that first jet that seemed to shoot straight down her still open throat!

Eddie hovered on the verge of collapse as Denise, smiling, vacuumed up the excess with her mouth. "God! You make that an Olympic sport!"

"Not me!" Denise demurred, "I'm not from the land of the giants! But we're a helluva pair!"

"Um," Eddie murmured, "Want me to warm you up for the main event?"

"Sure!" Denise laughed, "I can't wait for another run-in with that talented tongue of yours!" She plopped onto the couch, putting her feet on the cushions, knees spread.

"I have some work to do to compete with that!" Eddie laughed.

Denise turned serious. "That's nothing that 'way too many others haven't experienced. You own the main attraction, though. That's a limited engagement. I've only got one cherry left, though - my ass! I'll give it to you at some appropriate moment..."

"So that's what I can expect on our wedding night?" Eddie joked.

Denise's face was unreadable as she replied, "Well, that would be ONE appropriate moment..."

"Oops! I stepped in it, didn't I?" Eddie was instantly contrite. "Our rules don't really allow for that, do they? At least, not right away."

Denise smiled, but it was bittersweet. "No, not yet. That's the way I laid it out." 'And now I'm stuck with it, ' went unsaid, but Eddie heard it, anyway.

"We could always just have a two year engagement," Eddie offered, "I don't think we should marry until after high school, but being engaged kind of fits the parameters of our relationship. As a matter of fact, it kind of defines it!"

"So, you're asking?" Denise asked dubiously.

"I should probably chase you down a rock, or something, but I'm willing if you are!" Eddie affirmed. "You'll have a couple of years to decide whether you can stand having me around. If not, no harm done - not permanent, anyway. In the meantime, it keeps the predators away."

"That's you asking?" Denise arched an eyebrow.

"No, this is me asking..." already on his knees to attack her pussy, he rose up and popped the question: "You wanna marry me?"

Denise smiled and cradled Eddie's cheek. "In a couple of years - just as you described. You want it now?"

"What?" Eddie asked, somewhat confused.

"My ass! That's what you were angling for, wasn't it?" Denise grinned.

"Noooo, I was aiming to solidify my position as Numero Uno!" Eddie retorted archly.

"Well, your position's solid," Denise replied gently, "Even if you're not serious..."

"But I AM serious, and I'm kneeling here getting rug burns waiting for an answer!" Eddie retorted tartly.

"And I thought you were going to lick my pussy!" Denise laughed, then sobered, "Still, if you're serious," - Eddie nodded - "you deserve an answer. And nothing less that 'Yes' will do!"

"Okay, where do YOU want it?" Eddie turned the tables.

"What?" Denise asked.

"My tongue!" Eddie mocked. "Do I need to stick it in your ass?"

Denise chuckled, "Okay, okay! If you do, I guarantee you'll have to replace it with something a lot bigger and harder!"

"Another time - unless you really want it! I'm still getting familiar with the main attraction, as you call it!"

Denise laughed, but caressed Eddie's cheek again. "But seriously, all joking aside..."

"... I asked you to marry me!" Eddie responded firmly.

"And I said yes!" Denise finally let go of her poker face and jocularity, pulling him to her to hug. Tears leaked out of her eyes, but she got back to humor after a moment. "That doesn't get you out of licking my pussy..." she pointed out.

"As if I wanted to!" Eddie exclaimed, then kissed her cheek, her left breast, and her bellybutton on the way to target. "It's dinner time! Come to Papa!" Then he got serious, driving his tongue between her already retracted labia and into her channel. After four or five good penetrations, he swiped her slit from anus to clit (Denise jumped twice, once at each end) then began sucking her nether lips, tonguing her clitoris from between the folds.

"Ohhhh, Eddie!" Denise cried, deep in the grip of the sensations, "You're SOOO talented! How many pussies have you licked besides mine?"

"Besides your's?" Eddie replied, between licks, "None!"

"None!" Denise exclaimed, "I should share you... oooohhhhhh... but I don't wanna!"

Eddie didn't respond - verbally. Denise's clitoris had reached the point where identification was easy, so Eddie took it between his lips and began rubbing his tongue all over the tip. Denise came unglued: "Oh, God!... Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... OHHHH!... AAAAAHHHH!!!!" By the end of things, she had both hands in Eddie's hair, and he COULDN'T escape! He slid a finger into her just in time to feel the sucking pulsations of a vagina at orgasm, as Denise threw her head back and uttered a strangled cry of completion.

Eddie gentled his activity to ease her through the aftermath, avoiding over-stimulation as she quivered and shook. "God, that's good!" she gasped, "but it's not a cock! Is that thing hard? I need it - bad!"

Eddie grinned. His cock was an iron bar! "Go kneel up on the chair!" he directed, "I'm driving!"

Paul Michaels was having this incredible wet dream... He was lying atop Ellen, buried in warm, oily depths that Ellen apparently didn't have... The idle thought 'I've probably made a mess of the sheets, and she'll have to clean it up!' flickered through his mind followed by 'Serves her right!' But then something odd happened - the dream Ellen stirred under him and murmured, "Sweetheart, this is nice, but you're squashing me!"

Paul's eyes popped open, and he did a quick inventory. He was STILL buried in warm, oily depths! "Um, sorry! I'll get off!" This last came with some reluctance - it was NICE down there!

But as he made to move, Ellen crossed her ankles over his back. "Hold on! I don't think I want us to separate! I like the full feeling - I don't think you ever went down!"

Paul came up on his elbows and gazed down at his wife in some amazement. "I think you're right!" He grimaced. "How long was I out?"

Ellen's hands rubbed his back as she replied, "Only a few minutes, I think. I drifted a bit, too, after..." Paul's dazed brain filled in the 'after' - it was 'after' some of the most amazing sex of their lives!

"What do you want to do, then?" he asked.

"Well, I'm okay, now," Ellen replied, "but you won't be, soon. And I want some more of... that!" Paul felt a squeeze on his rigid member, which, if it HAD gone down, was obviously fully recovered. "Why don't we roll over, and I'll ride on top?"

Paul blinked. He'd seen this in porno flicks, but never in his life expected Ellen to come up with it... "Uh, okay!"

Ellen looked at him diffidently, and murmured, "The girls called it the 'cowboy' position, or something..."

"Cowgirl, maybe?" Paul offered. "Well, the girls have been spot on, this far..."

"Um, yeah," Ellen agreed. "It's supposedly more work for me, but offers me better control, too."

"Okay, how?" Paul queried. "I don't really want to pull out..."

"I'll leave my legs where they are, and we'll just roll over! I'll sort 'em out when we get there!" Ellen directed.

Paul shrugged, and Ellen snuggled up, wrapping her arms around him, too. At her nod, Paul initiated the roll. Once on top, Ellen extracted her legs from under him, and began to stretch out - only to discover immediately that it wasn't good for Paul's depth of penetration. She stopped, thought about it, and brought her knees back up alongside him, then rose to a vertical position. This changed things radically - the full feeling was back, with a vengeance! "Ummmm, that's better!"

Paul lay there grinning, eyes alight. "Okay, now what?"

"I guess I move around a bit." Ellen rose a bit, pivoting on her knees and settled back down. That was really nice, but how long could she do it, especially slowly? Almost instinctively, she slid forward along Paul's belly, then back until Paul's cock was again deeply socketed, then went on to grind her clitoris against the root of his cock. This was it! Ellen began sliding back and forth along Paul's lower belly. Soon she was moving relatively rapidly, sliding up and down, dragging her pussy across Paul's crotch and lower belly to the tune of a series of keening whines. Paul reached up and engaged her swaying breasts. Soon, Ellen's cheeks, shoulders, and upper chest were flushed, and the quantities of air she was sucking in and out of her nose and the inward stare she had developed telegraphed a massive orgasm. Her nipples were rock hard atop tightly crinkled aureolae. The whines became more urgent, and then the shaking began. Unfortunately, this signaled a certain loss of control; Paul sensed it and grabbed her hips to steady her, then began driving into her from beneath, lifting her just enough to allow for a good, solid stroke. Ellen's eyes bulged; she threw back her head and opened her mouth in a nearly silent scream as the impacts brought her over the top, "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Huh! Huh! Hungh!" She began to thrash as the sensations poured over her, finally grabbing Paul's arms in a death grip.

Paul was just getting going. Ellen's sliding action hadn't been that good for him, but he'd borne it because she was obviously enjoying it. In fact, he'd become worried that he would lose his erection! The stroking, however, returned him to full erection in no time, and he was going for the gusto, surprised that he could actually get any leverage in this position!

Ellen slumped forward in the aftermath of her orgasm, but Paul's relentless driving didn't allow a return to anything resembling normalcy. Her pussy was alight, every nerve quivering as Paul pounded her with that additional four inches of cock that she hadn't been aware of before this evening, punctuating every stroke with an impact to her pubic bone and clitoris. Paul held her bolt upright, supported by hands placed on her ribs to cradle her breasts and drove her onto his cock. Soon, she was beginning to shake and thrash again.

Paul, tired of working against both Ellen and gravity, slammed deep into her and rolled them into what was basically their original position, then he REALLY went to town, pounding into her with a vengeance! Neither could hold a pace like this for long, and Ellen began to buck and squirm as the flashes from her clit piled atop the incredible sensations in her vaginal channel set off the fireworks display behind her eyes for the second time in ten minutes. Her vagina commenced a series of mighty pulsations, and Paul abruptly reached his peak, wailing "Whuunnggg!" and burying himself to pour several shots of semen into Ellen's grasping vagina.

Finished, the pair lay gasping for a few moments, recovering and savoring the aftershocks. Paul mustered some energy, and rolled them back over so that Ellen was atop him, and relaxed; that way if he faded away again... 

Ellen, still impaled, reached and twisted, finally securing the topsheet and a blanket, and pulling them over her. Paul reflected sadly that in a couple of minutes, his penis would have shrunk to the point that the whole thing was irrelevant, but the gesture said a lot. He smiled. "I think I owe your girlfriends each a big kiss!" he announced.

Ellen leaned up, smiling, and retorted, "As long as you leave the f- fucking to me!" She collapsed against him, savoring the feel of hands rubbing her back.



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Chapter 108: Serious groundbreaking


Robert threw his robe back on and gestured for Merry to follow him from the den and they reconvened in the kitchen. Ann had literally passed out momentarily form the effects of her orgasm, and Robert was determined to use the respite. He regarded Merry, frowning, "You realize that being bound was a big part of that one's arousal," he pointed out.

"No, Master, I didn't," Merry replied, turning over the events in her mind.

"We may have a problem. That one (who had ceased to be Ann in his mind the moment she had submitted) wants to be enslaved. But her drivers are different from yours," Robert explained, "Some of them are the same: She wants to be excused from her moral code, such that anything she does is not her fault, and can be enjoyed without guilt. But there is more to it than that; she wants to be brought to that state the hard way - via pain and humiliation. At least this once, she wants to be spiritually broken - to suffer, to give up her will because the alternative is too painful to be borne. The problem is, once it is done, there is no turning back - and we'll have a dependent, at least an emotional one - on our hands. In the future, it may well be that reinforcement of that state will be a necessary prelude to any sexual activity that she undertakes!"

"Why do you consult me, Master?" Merry asked carefully.

"As usual, I am the sole arbiter of this situation - but I value your input, especially as the course we take tonight may have serious effects on your work environment and your friendship with this person - even our home life," Robert replied, his gaze firm. "You may speak freely during this conversation."

Merry understood. He could not release control of the situation, but the underlying questions were, in his opinion, serious and far-reaching. Therefore, he felt he should bend a bit. Whatever she said had to be clearly crafted NOT to back him into a corner. "What are our options, Master?"

"We could vacate the challenge," Robert replied, "I expect that she would consider this a victory, and might be pleased in the near term. But there would be implications. She would have seen you thoroughly subjugated, not only to myself, but to her. This might affect your working relationship; doubtless, she would not understand that these are special circumstances, and she might attempt to dominate you there - she has a strong lesbian streak that we've allowed to surface. Additionally, I think that in the long term, her disappointment with not having been subjugated will resurface in - at best - repeated attempts to get me to do it, or - at worst - she will fall into the hands of another, who will not be as concerned with her well-being."

"You think she might be injured, or killed?" Merry asked, worriedly.

"It's distinctly possible, even by accident. If she falls into the hands of a completely amoral sadist, he might even convince himself she wanted to die... There are even those who either fantasize or even participate in 'snuff' rituals - sex in which the victim is killed at the moment of her or her partner's orgasm. The fantasy is that she would want it that way..."

"Oh my God!" Merry husked.

"More probably," Robert soothed, "what will happen is that she will remain alone and frustrated, or turn to us again for relief; sadists aren't exactly easy to find. The Internet would offer her some options, though, if she were desperate, but how safe she would be in following up any contact there is questionable - she would already be skating on thin ice, after all!"

"And if you pursue our current course?" Merry prompted.

"She will likely become emotionally dependent upon us, in the near term, at least. It would probably mean regular visits, as often as she can get up the nerve. These will be characterized by an initial period of physical and emotional abuse designed to enforce her submission, followed, or perhaps interspersed, with sexual encounters. YOU would be expected to participate in BOTH; to facilitate the streak of lesbianism, I see no other option than placing you in the hierarchy above her as her effective Mistress. You would beat her and sleep with her, just as I would." Robert shrugged. "She might end up just moving in."

"I feel awful," Merry confided.

Robert studied her, "Why?"

"Because I don't find the idea as abhorrent as I know I should," Merry replied, embarrassed.

"If we proceed, your lack of squeamishness will stand you in good stead!" Robert grunted. "There ARE, however, other issues: The effect of this upon our children, for one. I doubt we could hide these acts long..."

"If asked for an opinion, Master, I'd advise that we not try," Merry murmured. "I trust them both - and Mandi and Bobby - to understand."

Robert nodded, "Me, too, but its still a poor example. Second, I'm a limited resource - I never intended to be regularly serviced by more than one woman..."

Merry pondered this for a moment. "Well, Master, there IS the lesbian thing - or perhaps it is better defined as bisexual?" Robert nodded, approving the choice of wording. "That's one relief valve."

"True," Robert agreed. "In time, we might come up with others. I know of one person whom I owe a sexual encounter who might be prevailed upon to assist. That would ease a debt you've incurred - although the fact that he knows HER, too, might make things somewhat touchy..."

Merry came up short; Robert meant Bert! "Uh, Master, I think you would want to examine that idea closely before implementing it."

"Yeah, it could be a real furball, if not properly handled," Robert agreed. "But it DOES have a certain elegance to it..."

Merry knew she was being deliberately baited, and therefore knew the proper response. "Yes, Master."

"Any other observations, before I make my decision?" Robert queried, "Issues, preferences?"

Merry frowned - How to make this work? "It shall be as Master pleases, but avoiding exposing her to real danger is already high on Master's list of priorities."

Robert saw right through it, but... "Even given the probable implications?" Merry contented herself with a nod, and Robert returned it. "Very well. I have decided to go with my initial inclination, after all." He snapped his fingers, "Heel. Your obedience must be perfect." He turned and returned to the den, Merry two steps behind and to one side.

Ann was awake, attempting to struggle up from the position she had collapsed in without the benefit of her arms, which were still cuffed behind her. Fortunately, her widespread legs assisted in balancing her for the position change. She was incredibly surprised by the intensity of the orgasm Merry had visited upon her. The whole thing had so many forbidden components: the fact that a woman was using her tongue on her, the fact that, bound, she couldn't escape, Merry's uncritical willingness to perform the act despite her admission that she had never done it before... She'd had the mother of all orgasms, and the night wasn't over yet, although it was headed into darker waters.

"You fainted," Robert observed.

"Yes... Master," His frown prompted the amended address.

"You enjoyed yourself, I trust?" Robert's expression was sardonic.

"Yes, Master!" Calling him 'Master' was coming easier, but... 

"Are you ready to demonstrate YOUR compliance?" Ann opened her mouth, but grew cautious, and nothing emerged. It was the wrong answer, but the expected one. "I see that you are not," Robert continued, "Frankly, I assumed that this would be the case. Stand!"

This proved to be somewhat difficult, with Ann's hands locked behind her and her feet locked two feet apart. Eventually, by leaning forward quite a bit, she managed. Robert looked on in amusement; Merry appeared to be impassive. Robert turned to Merry, "We simply MUST install a couple of training stations downstairs in the family room. How am I going to secure her in place?"

Merry looked around. "There's that large hook in the beam that we use to steady the Christmas tree, Master. It should hold her."

"Good idea!" Robert turned to Ann. "See the hook? Hobble over there under it. A wide swinging step should work." Ann worked her way across the room. "Stop!" Robert directed. He scooped the harness from the table and approached her. "Open your mouth."

Puzzled, Ann did so - and Robert popped the ball gag into her mouth, settling the harness over her head. "This will keep you from becoming TOO noisy," Robert announced calmly. "When we move on to the next phase, there is a distinct temptation to make noise." He affected unconcern. "I'm going to undo your handcuffs and shift them to the front, now. Be sure to be cooperative..." He stepped to her rear, and opened one cuff, freeing her left hand, while holding the right. He examined Ann's position, which was very nearly in the room's center, and the hook. Finally, satisfied, he directed, "Now, turn..." Ann rotated clumsily until she faced him. After all, what else was there to do? Her ankles were chained to a bar, she was gagged, and he had her right hand... The gag, by the way, was uncomfortable; the only way to keep it from spreading her jaw uncomfortably was to take it into her mouth - which caused its own problems, such as drooling. The idea that she might drown in her own spit occurred to her... 

Robert locked her wrists before her, and lifted her arms to drape the chain over the hook. It was actually a pretty good fit; Ann wasn't quite hanging free, but she would have trouble releasing herself by lifting the chain free. Once her arms tired, it probably wouldn't be an issue.

Psych warfare began. "O-kay!" Robert announced, his voice businesslike, "For the next several hours, you're going to learn a good deal about the nature of discipline, of pain and submission. At the end of your training, you will rush to fulfill whatever outlandish requirement I come up with, gladly, to avoid the alternative. Do you understand? You can nod..."

Ann looked quizzical and tried (and failed) to speak. Robert took it up. "What could be the matter? Oh! I know! The 'several hours' part!" Ann nodded emphatically. "Well, you're right - three isn't several, although it's more than a couple. But - you know? - nobody wrote a start time in the book..." Robert picked it up and perused it. "Nope, no start time. I figure I'll have you ink in some appropriate time once you're broken in, nice and compliant. Okay?" He grinned unpleasantly.

Ann's eyes saucered, and she began to struggle with her bonds, grunting around the gag. 'My god!' she thought 'I'm trapped!'

Robert appeared to ponder. "Actually," he announced, "I could always just cut out the page and burn it - that there would be no embarrassing question over time..."

Real fear finally gripped Ann; Robert was a little TOO complacent... She turned her eyes to Merry, appeal on her face.

Robert glanced back and forth between them as Merry maintained her impassive mien. "Whatever are you looking for?" he wondered aloud, "Surely, you're not expecting Merry to step in to put an end to your abuse! It hasn't even started yet! Besides, looking to Merry for assistance is total foolishness; the only person in this room who can expect assistance from Merry is ME!" Robert frowned in thought, then his face cleared, "Ah, yes, I remember some remark made when we were first discussing this..." His expression changed to incredulity, "Surely you didn't BELIEVE that drivel?" Shaking his head at this evidence of Ann's naiveté, Robert turned to Merry, "Bring me some clothespins, will you? A dozen or so, if we have that many."

"Yes, Master!" Merry managed to maintain a straight face until she turned, and managed to hold in a laugh until she was in the laundry with the door closed - but it was difficult! Ann was in no serious danger, she knew, but Robert was playing her like a violin, and Merry couldn't help but admire the effect! Quickly, she collected the clothespins, and returned to where Robert was circling Ann, taunting her.

As Merry appeared in the doorway, Robert moved to stand behind Ann, grabbing the small roll of fat that rode her hips. "You're a bit chunky," he observed. "Nothing that hard work and no food won't get a handle on. Obviously, I won't need to worry about your grocery bill for a while..." He began running his hands over her ass, kneading and grabbing great handfuls. "Nice ass, though. I'm looking forward to entertaining myself with IT in various ways..." He gave it a good, open-handed swat, fairly lifting Ann from the floor. Merry absorbed - and realized that she was enjoying - Ann's expression of pain and shock. Robert moved back around to Ann's front, where he slid his thumb between Ann's legs and dragged it from her anus to her clitoris, none too gently, while remarking phlegmatically, "See how effective the bar is? You're totally exposed, and cannot protect yourself from me!"

Fear cascaded through Ann! She was SOOO exposed! And the things Robert was doing! He seemed to have no fear, no limits, no compunction! This was total violation! (God, why am I soaking wet?) Ann didn't understand it, but the more ruthless Robert was, the more he exercised his dominance, the hotter she became!

Robert turned to Merry. "Ah, the clothespins! Merry, why don't you suck on this one's right nipple and get it nice and long and hard?"

Merry stepped forward and engaged a nipple, but... "Merry," Robert frowned, "HER right, not yours!" He punctuated this correction with a quick swat on Merry's bare ass.

"Sorry, Master!" Merry cried, and switched breasts, getting Ann's right one this time.

"Hmmph," Robert returned, "No real harm done." He again addressed himself to Ann, "I'm going to call you 'Belle'. You have no identity, you understand, other than what I give you... Nod your head 'Yes', Dear..." Ann, eyes huge, nodded. "Good. People who don't really know you will continue to address you by whatever nomenclature that official documents describing you designate - but the REAL you, the SLAVE you - will be called 'Belle' until I decide to change it - to 'Frog', maybe, or 'Toad'..." Robert appeared to give the idea of changing it right away some thought. "I'm sure that Merry has described the concept to you..."

Ann was somewhat distracted by Merry's suction on her right nipple, which appeared to have a direct nervous system connection to her clitoris - but she nodded understanding.

Robert smiled approval. "When we're finished, if we're in a public place, and you're standing on a stage in an evening gown, when I address you by your true name, you will kneel and submit to me!" His eyes bored into Ann/Belle's and she KNEW that he WOULD shame her this way, at some point - and she was already pretty sure that when that time came, she would behave EXACTLY as he demanded... Was that the additional piece that made the lips on her nipple so maddening?

"How are you doing, Merry?" Robert asked.

Merry removed her mouth from the nipple to respond, "Fine, Master! It's nice and fat and chewy!"

"Give me a pin, then," Robert directed, taking one from her open hand. "Go to work on the other one - it might be a bit more difficult..." He placed the clothespin on Belle's extended nipple.

Pleasure turned to agony as the clothespin bit in, crushing Belle's tender nipple. Belle opened her mouth to scream, but the ball gag muffled it to the point of being unrecognizable. Oddly, though, her clitoris didn't seem to notice the difference; it continued to peek out from under its hood, suffused with blood. And Merry was having no trouble coaxing extension out of her other nipple, either, despite the fact that Belle KNEW what was coming! The mix of sensations made for a kind of sweet and sour sensory overload. Belle hung there, dazed by the mix, until Merry released her left nipple and Robert pinned it, too. Fresh agony flashed through her, but even then... 

Robert reached down and dragged a knuckle over her clitoral hood, and Belle more or less mindlessly followed the knuckle, trying to stay in contact. Robert stood back, arms folded across his chest, and announced, "This is just a teaser - something to get your attention, and prepare you for things to come. Do you understand?"

Belle nodded, but she was drifting. Something about the mix reminded her of her marriage... 

Ann had married Nick a dozen years before. He was quiet and gentle and sensitive, and things went well, except... 

Sex was boring. Nick was kind and considerate and gentle. He never pushed anything on her, and they seldom did anything but plain vanilla sex - no perversions, nothing off-the-wall. Things became ho hum, and Ann began passing the whole thing off.

Nick wasn't thrilled, but he said nothing. But one night, about a year and a half into their marriage, Nick came home drunk - and angry. When Ann prepared to upbraid him for his condition, Nick displayed a mean streak that she'd never seen before, manhandling and slapping her. He shredded her night robe, threw her over a chair and took her, brutally, without regard for her pleasure. The sex was rough, and painful, - and delicious! Ann came twice before Nick came, collapsed over her, and passed out. He'd touched something - a memory of her childhood that Ann didn't admit to having, even to herself - and his brutality had been oddly satisfying.

In the morning, they pretended that the incident had never occurred; Nick was embarrassed, and Ann had no words (I love it when you're brutal?). But the incident was a turning point in their relationship. Ann basically stopped providing Nick with sex in any other setting, which tended to provoke him to go out and get drunk, so he could come home and vent his anger.

But the fact that they couldn't talk about the whole thing eventually led to its destruction. For Ann, it was about dominance and sex, but for Nick it was about anger and alcohol. After a time, Nick took to drinking heavily and beating Ann regularly - but either couldn't perform or wasn't interested in sex. The situation collapsed. Ann felt guilty about it, because somehow she knew she had triggered the whole thing, but without sex, it was just drunken abuse she was suffering, so she got out. Afterward, Nick had sobered up and tried to apologize, but she couldn't deal with Nick on HIS knees; the situation was irrecoverable.

Finding what Ann was looking for wasn't something that the dating scene really made easy, so after a while, Ann just gave up... 

Tonight, however, had been a revelation. Merry's master was capable of being absolutely ruthless in the maintenance of his dominant position, yet there didn't seem to be any anger in him. The cool calculation in his efforts was shocking - and exciting - to Ann. Nick had abused her out of anger, but the person in the unacknowledged childhood memory hadn't... Robert abused her purely as an expression of his will to dominate her - and that, she realized, was a good thing! Robert hadn't broken her yet, and she was prepared to put up a fight - but she wanted him to win... 

Robert had stood there, examining Belle for some moments. Merry looked on without understanding, but when Belle perked up and became alert again, she realized that her Master had been waiting for something - this - whatever this was... 

Robert had immediately sensed Belle's distraction, and that, given the situation, she must be fighting with some personal demon. He suspected that the outcome of the session hung in the balance; it was quite possible that when she surfaced, she would need to be released - to be Ann again - immediately. The outside chance that she might give up immediately wasn't something he was prepared to entertain - it just didn't seem possible. But Belle had drifted this far, basically allowing herself to be manipulated into this position... No, her spirit was unbroken at this point - he'd have detected otherwise. She'd had no more idea than he'd had where this was going when she arrived - she was reaching blindly, cooperating because things appeared to be going in the proper direction - nothing more.

As he finished second guessing himself while he watched Belle drift, she visibly returned to the present. And her reaction told Robert that he had been correct; if she had had enough, she would have ignored him except for a muffled demand to be released, concentrating on removing her handcuffs from the hook above her, probably. Similarly, direct submission would have been made obvious by body language. But Belle stood there quietly challenging him with her eyes. Yes, they understood one another: Robert was to dish it out until Belle broke. It would be VERY real, and Belle would never be the same, after. But they both knew of her expectations for that end state, and Robert was prepared to deliver his portion of the bargain. Robert nodded tightly, staring into Belle's eyes. "I see that we're finally ready to begin," he observed.

Ann/Belle nodded back, equally intent, and Merry, unable to really understand yet what was going on, recognized by gut instinct alone that Robert was completely on track, and that the main event had finally begun.

Robert wasted no time engaging Belle both physically and mentally. Collecting another clothespin from Merry's unresisting hand, he squatted before Belle. She had just enough time to glance down in surprise before the wooden jaws of the spring-driven pin began to crush the stalk of her swollen clitoris! Belle's eyes bulged, she drew in a huge breath and a creditable attempt at a loud scream tried to force it's way past the ball gag! Pain roared through her system, radiating from her violated clitoris. She could go nowhere, and do very little, so she danced mindlessly in place, mincing back and forth within the area allotted her by her attachment to the hook in the ceiling, the steps made awkward by the bar separating her feet. Her efforts at escaping the pain had no effect on the pin, however; it remained affixed, inexorably crushing the soft tissues.

When the first flash was over, and Belle had recovered some focus, Robert produced his best evil smile (he worked at it - it needed to be effective) and announced, "Now that we're both completely engaged in the project, its in both our interests to remind you that I hold almost all of the cards - and that the game won't end until after you discard the last one." He glanced at Merry's punishment book. "Since we appear to have no time limit," he continued, underlining his earlier threat, "We'll leave that up to you. When you're done, nice and tender and compliant, we'll move you on to the joys of servitude - something to look forward to while we go through the mechanics of showing you your place. I'm afraid that we've already agreed that that will be somewhat of an ordeal..." Robert's tone of phony concern was carefully contrived; psych warfare was a major component of his current effort.

Belle found that she was unable to discount the effects of this ploy. Previous to this evening, she had been pretty certain that Robert was no monster - but everything he had said and done tonight argued otherwise. The fact that she had been clearly warned, yet had still stumbled blindly into his clutches... She couldn't bear to examine that quite yet. Belle's nipples had begun to settle down - or had her clit just eclipsed them? She didn't know... 

Robert had a good idea where she was. "Hold still!" he barked, irritated. "Merry, get me the paddle!" Merry dashed. She'd seen this Robert, and knew that, act or not, if she stepped out of line the least bit she would suffer as badly as Belle.

By dint of some serious willpower, Belle stopped shambling. Robert waited a moment, paddle in hand, and muttered conversationally, "These things settle down a bit after a while, don't they?" He flicked the pin on Belle's left nipple with a finger, and Belle took another good flash of pain. "If you mess with them, though..." Robert flicked the other pin- encased nipple, generating the same effect, "you can get a bit more from them." An open handed swipe at her crotch caused a detonation of pain nearly as intense as the original attachment. Robert grimaced in thought. "Perhaps we'll do nipple rings!" he exclaimed. "Then I can lead you around by these..." He hefted her breasts, then dropped them, to new agony. "A chain between them might be decorative..."

Belle was awash. Each new touch brought a flash, and the waves kept coming, like the surf. Robert's alternation of targets only made it more difficult to deal with. Robert stopped for a moment, allowing her to approach equilibrium, then started again, tapping one once every two to three seconds. The clitoris appeared to be the worst, so it got twice as much attention as the breasts - but he ensured that there was no cycle; anticipation was a major component.

Very quickly, however, she reached the point where the individual flashes didn't provide the peaks over the general plateau of pain that made then unbearable. The plateau itself was pretty high, however, and she began to be dazed, and began to shamble again. Robert frowned, and stepped behind her.

Swack! The paddle, a wicked item with holes in it that they had picked up at the Sex Shoppe, impacted, leaving a bright red streak and the feel of a hundred stinging bees on the left cheek of Belle's ass. Belle, shocked into alertness, froze, even as Robert snarled, "I SAID HOLD STILL!" He circled around Belle and regarded her for a moment, then resumed speaking conversationally, "You know, one of the advertised effects of the pins is that they eventually cut off the circulation, which dulls things somewhat. But when you remove them, the circulation comes back..." He removed the pin capturing Belle's clitoris, and she bent forward as a new and amazing type of agony enveloped her crotch, an exquisite burning tingle as blood reclaimed her nerves. Robert watched for a few moments, then, as she appeared to be recovering, he snatched off both of the pins attached to her nipples, none too gently. As Belle hunched to the new pain enveloping her nipples, Robert announced briskly, "Okay, so much for appetizers. Merry, bring me..." He stopped and frowned. "No, you'll be running back and forth all night. Besides, perhaps we should display our wares, so that Belle knows that we are properly equipped! Merry, bring all of our toys and corrective gear and make a nice display - there, along the wall!" He pointed to an area behind Belle. "At the appropriate time, we'll let her examine the collection... In the meantime," his voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned toward Merry to whisper in her ear, "bring me both sizes of anal intruder and the lube." Merry nodded silently and padded off.

Belle was dazed. So much pain! How long could she hold out? She felt like collapsing at Robert's feet NOW, and he'd just indicated that they were only just starting! She'd expected to be beaten, but the pin thing was beyond her experience - beyond her imagination! It was... fiendish! What else was he capable of?

Robert brought this period of introspection to a close by the simple expedient of applying the paddle to Belle's right buttock. He then followed this at measured intervals with an additional whack to each buttock, coming up from a position somewhat below and extending the coverage of the red spots there by that amount.

Belle, almost lifted from her feet by the second pair of blows, hung there, trying to maintain her balance. Her ass stung something incredible! It burned!

Robert accepted the anal intruders and the lube from Merry, who went on to remove items from the chest and line them up along the wall. Robert slathered some lube on the more narrow of the probes, a rubberized plastic item about five inches long, and tapering from a blunt point to a maximum diameter of about an inch and a half before narrowing abruptly to half of that just before expanding to a flanged base. He leaned up over Belle's shoulder and murmured, "I'm going to bugger you for a bit, now..."

Belle nodded dumbly. She didn't really absorb the comment, merely nodded an assent that she didn't even realize she had no power to grant. Robert took a finger dampened with lubricant and teased open Belle's anus, then slowly began to insert the intruder. The intent was to make her think he was penetrating her, but he wasn't too worried about the failure of THAT deception, as he had another in the wings. "Bend over a bit, now - it'll make things easier." Slowly, he pressed the butt plug home, sliding it in and out to spread the lube. Finally, the flanged head passed Belle's sphincter, and it dropped into place as it closed around the plastic.

Belle gasped a bit. This whole thing - the stinging ass, the unaccustomed, uncomfortable penetration of her ass - somehow, this was VERY familiar... 

Robert turned and collected a vibrator from the selection that Merry was creating on the floor. He activated it and applied it to the butt plug, transferring the vibration to the plastic insert. "Now for a bit of the carrot," he murmured.

Belle's reaction caught Merry's attention as she returned with a load of various whips and straps. Her eyes unfocused, and her mouth opened; she seemed amazed at the sensations she was getting. There was something incredible, just on the edge of her awareness, waiting... The feelings that washed through her were a weird, indescribable mix - but sooo good! "Master, better have a look at this!" Merry observed.

Robert stepped around, observed, Belle's odd, almost pained expression, and recognized the primary component, at least. It was if she was reaching... "You like that, don't you?" he asked.

Belle focused and nodded.

"We'll add that to the list of things good girls get, then," Robert announced enigmatically. "Unfortunately, we're not ready for that yet..." He reached around and disconnected the vibrator, turned it off, and handed it to Merry as she passed with her last load of paraphernalia. "I'm afraid that we cannot get deeply into rewards until you fully understand punishment. Belle nodded, looking down. It wasn't all bad. She worked to keep her little secret; the vibrator was gone, but the probe still felt... good. Not incredible - she'd never orgasm from it, or anything - just... good. Full, maybe.

Robert decided to unlimber his next psychological ploy. "Obviously, I didn't use THIS," he hefted his cock, "on you. Instead, I used this..." He hefted a butt plug that was at least twice the size of the one actually inserted. At its narrowest, the intruder was as wide as the crown of the one actually in use; the flange was a good two and a half to three inches. Belle's eyes bugged a bit. Robert examined the item and shook his head, "Boy, that's going to be a bear to get out..." He wandered behind her and gave a couple of mock tugs at the embedded plug, then observed, "Of course, if we leave it in too long, you'll never get the thing closed up again..." He was relying on ignorance and innocence here, both of which Belle had in quantity. "In fact: Merry, do we have any rubber sheets or anything? Tonight's training effort could be messy, and even though Belle is going to clean up after herself with her tongue, it still might be a good idea to minimize any damage..."

Belle turned white as a ghost and began to shake and sweat. What kind of threat was that? Did he expect her to soil herself? Or something worse? Was there anything worse? Not from a cleanup point of view, she decided. She could drink blood... But that brought on another thought: she could clean up blood - but the actual bleeding? Undoubtedly, any blood shed would be hers... 

Merry had taken off at a canter. She certainly didn't want Ann to mess herself on the den rug! She collected a shower curtain and, after some thought, a plastic dishpan. Hopefully, that would handle big messes... 

When she returned, she found Robert again engaged in psych warfare. He had rotated Belle 180 degrees and was displaying their wares, going through the display that Merry had laid out and fingering this item or that, and describing their use. Merry noted with a wry grin that second copy of the narrower version of the butt plug had disappeared (Robert had purchased two, in case Rick wanted one for Mandi). Robert looked up, "Ah, Merry has returned! Excellent!" He directed Belle to shamble forward, and gestured to Merry to place the shower curtain as a ground cloth, then had Bell re- center herself below the hook.

At this point, he matter-of-factly announced, "You've seen that Merry's first punishment consisted of twenty lashes, dispersed among a variety of devices and locations. I propose that we duplicate the effort as a starting point, in order to let you become familiar with the various disciplinary tools. Then we can move on to whatever appears to me effective. How's that?"

Belle went white to the lips! Twenty lashes! As a starting point! She managed a muffled grunt of despair - which Robert deliberately misconstrued as agreement. "Excellent!" he announced, "You're already familiar with the paddle, but let me freshen your memory!" Turning to Merry, he directed, "Keep the count, Merry. Nice and loud!" The wink that went with it told Merry that she was allowed to lose count, either way, when and if it appeared to be effective. Merry couldn't believe how much she was getting off on this! Certainly the flip side wasn't near as much fun!

"One!... Two!" Merry counted as Robert delivered two measured strokes with the paddle. Certainly, Belle didn't really feel that it was necessary to become reacquainted! Her eyes began to water.

"Okay!" Robert announced brightly, "On to the strap!" He picked it up and flexed it. "The paddle can break things if applied improperly, but the strap is MUCH more flexible!" He wandered behind Belle, who tightened up automatically. "It needn't be applied across a soft padded area like the ass; it can be applied HERE!"

Smack! The strap curled around Belle's soft upper right thigh, leaving a nasty welt, and bringing Belle a totally new kind of pain. "Three!" Merry sang out.

"Or HERE!" Robert added, slashing across Belle's left side at the waist.

"Four!" Merry announced, as Belle did her level best to scream bloody murder through the ball gag.

"Or even HERE!" Robert finished as he slashed down across Belle's upper back from her left shoulder to her right hip.

"Five!" Merry announced. Belle didn't hear her. She was screaming, sweating, crying - anything to give voice to the agony she was feeling! She was absolutely certain that she had lost skin on her backside and that she was bleeding from a half-dozen sites! God! She was going to die! And this was only five strokes! She swam up from a haze of pain to hear Merry ask, "Master, does that last one count? I'm not sure you really got a good lick in..."

Belle turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at Merry in shock, just as Robert murmured, "Yeah, it just didn't LOOK effective!" And Belle WATCHED the strap descend in an agonizing mirror stroke!

"Oh! I see!" Merry announced brightly, "Six!"

Robert was already repositioning for the stroke across her upper left thigh when Belle flinched her eyes away, so she knew where it was coming - but that only seemed to make it worse! She tightened up, and it REALLY stung, slashing across her taut upper thigh. As Merry intoned "Seven!" Belle discovered that she knew where the next blow was to fall - and devoutly wished she didn't! The slash across her right side at the waist struck tensed flesh, and Belle started to lose her grip. As Merry raised the count to eight, Belle cringed as best she could, suddenly realizing she again knew not where the next blow would fall. Tears ran, and she hurt from neck to knees! Certainly anything Robert wanted from her, he could have!

But she couldn't tell him - she was still gagged! Robert paused, offering a respite - but Belle's gratitude was short-lived, as she watched him select a new implement! Oh, God! The riding crop! She watched in horror as he picked it up, eyeing her significantly.

Robert read the pleading glance, but steeled himself. He knew that she THOUGHT she was done - but he knew that to truly break her, he had to go beyond this point. So he ignored the look, and deliberately placed himself in front of her for a pair of nasty swipes at her ribs just below her breasts! Belle closed her eyes, but the afterimages remained, along with the stinging pain. "Nine!... Ten!" Merry added to the count.

Robert circled around behind Belle, looking for a new spot, and a new tactic. A glance at Merry, watching avidly, suggested both. "Here, you try!" he directed, "I've plans for you, anyway!"

Merry stepped forward, and took the crop. "Where, Master?"

Robert stepped up and ran a nail along the back of Belle's right thigh. Gooseflesh appeared. Belle was watching him with wide eyes, breathing hoarsely and shaking like a leaf. "Here!" he directed.

Whack! Merry laid the quirt across the thigh, caning Belle with the shaft. Belle, having already experienced the horror of knowing that Merry was going to actively assist in the beating, and having again had it made clear exactly where the stroke was going to land, was recovering from the smashing impact when she became aware of Robert remonstrating, "No, no no! Not like that! Don't beat her with the shaft! Use the fringe! Like this!" And Robert's strike on her other thigh felt like he was raising blisters with the fringed tip of the crop! Worse than the sting, however, was Robert's next offhand comment: "Sorry, Belle - that one doesn't count..."

"It doesn't count?!" Belle tried to voice her dismay around the gag, and the utterance was recognizable.

Robert's face became implacable. "No, it doesn't," he confirmed, "And neither do these!" He proceeded to lay five criss-crossing strokes across Belle's back!

Pain exploded across Belle's back again and again. She wailed and wailed through the gag! The agony! By the fifth stroke, Belle's knees had given way, and she was hanging limply from the hook, dazed.

"Do not question me!" Robert instructed in a frigid voice. "It is not your place! Understand?"

Blubbering, choking on sobs, Belle couldn't wait to get out an emphatic grunt and the accompanying shake of the head.

"Now," Robert handed the quirt back to Merry, "Try it again. Stand up, Belle!"

Belle staggered up onto shaky legs. Merry gave her little time to get set before delivering another stinging swipe at her right thigh. "That's better!" Robert approved. "What is that, ten?"

Belle's eyes pled over her shoulder, but she said nothing. The number twelve was graven across her consciousness, but she knew better than to say anything... She was crying openly.

"Time to move on," Robert observed. He walked over to the display, and recovered the small, single-tipped whip. Bell eyed it. Compared to the others, it didn't look so bad... until Robert snapped it once! That vicious crack... Belle was still re-evaluating when the evidence came in, with a vengeance! Robert deployed the whip with pinpoint accuracy, the vicious snap ending precisely on Belle's left nipple! Belle's eyes rolled up, and she hung there, barely conscious. The pain!

Robert waited a moment. Belle closed, then re-opened her eyes, gingerly examining the undoubtedly shredded nipple. The fact that it appeared to be whole didn't really inspire confidence... "Stand up!" Robert ordered gruffly, "Even Merry took more than that!" Of course, Merry had been secured differently, and had nearly passed out, not to mention tried to climb the bars... Belle began to struggle into an upright position, but Robert decided to up the ante. "Too slow!" he announced and nodded over Belle's shoulder - where Merry waited, still wielding the quirt!

The blow fell from nowhere, and on a new location: Merry had gotten inventive, and targeted the back of Belle's right knee! The knee promptly collapsed, leaving Belle hanging again gasping in pain and shock. Belle struggled to bring her body back under control, knowing another blow could fall at any moment, and managed to attain some semblance of a standing position, carrying her right leg a bit. Robert gave her no peace; as soon as her knees locked, he shredded her other nipple! Now, it wasn't REALLY shredded - but you couldn't prove it by Belle! She was shaking like a leaf; fear and pain colored EVERYTHING! As she watched Robert select his next target, her memory of Merry's pictures flashed before her, she became certain of what was coming next - and urine began to trickle down her leg.

The humiliation was awful, but not as awful as the look in Robert's hard eyes. Her tormentors let her finish humiliating herself; Merry actually moved the dishpan to collect some of the flow, and flipped up the edges of the shower curtain to keep it from spilling "Are you done?" Robert inquired harshly. Belle nodded, head hanging. This had to be the ultimate... Belle now knew exactly what had happened to Merry that evening - when she tried to think of the things she would do to escape further punishment, her imagination failed her totally. Robert walked around Belle, doing a complete circle, examining her closely, and undoubtedly finding her wanting... He disappeared behind her a second time, leaving her to expect that he would momentarily complete a second circuit... 

Slash, CRACK! Belle went up on her toes! Robert had delivered the stroke that she'd seen in the pictures, coming up between Belle's legs from the rear, leaving a welt along her labia and a stinging, burning, terrible shattering snap right on Belle's clitoris! Belle's stretching leap literally unhooked her from the ceiling and caused her to sprawl forward, smacking into the carpeted floor and leaving rug burns on both knees and various other sites. Dazed and agonized, she lay for a moment, then struggled to her hands and knees... 

Robert just couldn't resist, however; the target was too tempting. Leaning forward, he applied the whip to Belle's perineum, a mere quarter inch from the clenched rosette of her anus!

A second later, Belle found herself sprawled amidst the wreckage of Merry's display of toys and apparatus, blinking owlishly while she recovered from the stinging attack on her ass! She had somehow leaped bodily a foot and a half along the floor under the impetus of Robert's whip! Merry stood there, hand to mouth. "I'd have said that move was impossible!" she exclaimed.

Robert smiled wryly, "And I'd have agreed with you!" He addressed himself to Belle - now was not the time to ease the pressure: "Get up, Belle, and hang yourself back up. I'd hate to have to spank you..."

The words were gentle, but Belle was galvanized. Her head snapped around, and fear-filled eyes tracked her master and the whip in his hand as she struggled to her feet, clumsy more from an effort at speed than the unaccustomed impediment of the bar holding her legs apart. Hurriedly, she shambled back into position below the hook, and, on the second try, managed to re-hang the chain of her handcuffs over it, not removing her eyes from Robert for more than an instant the whole time.

"I don't know if we're going to make it to twenty," Robert observed. "Where are we, anyway?"

"Sixteen, Master," Merry replied, "if you don't count the incidental corrections."

"And if I do?" Robert mused.

"Twenty two, maybe twenty-three."

"Hmmm," Robert continued, "Tempting, but I can't set a precedent of allowing corrections for errors in place to count against the main event score. You understand, don't you?" Tears poured as Belle nodded, head down. Robert gave her no time; the next strike with the small whip snapped at the tender flesh of Belle's right armpit. Belle lunged away instinctively, but had nowhere to go. 'Who'd have thought you could feel such pain in an armpit?' Belle thought, dazed. She settled herself to endure the next strike - but it was impossible! She screamed into the gag as her left armpit exploded in pain.

Robert stood a moment, thinking, then: "Merry, do the knees again - both of them. Take your time, and do a good job."

Belle stood there, suffering the agony of anticipation. Where would the blow fall? Merry actually touched her left knee with the whip, apparently warning Belle - so she got set - only to have the blow fall on her RIGHT knee! The knee collapsed, but Belle managed not to fall and in a few seconds managed to put her weight on it - and of course, as soon as she did, Merry delivered the coup de grace. Belle's left knee exploded in pain, and she collapsed, hanging from her cuffs.

"Okay, time to stop and get an assessment," Robert announced. "Up to now, we have just been setting expectations. At this point, we'll allow you to contribute a bit. Further punishment will be for infractions - and will be delivered rapid-fire, if I discover that we have failed to really approach your limits. Such sessions will be designed to be awful to contemplate." He removed her handcuffs from the hook. "On the other hand," he observed, "you will receive opportunities to court the carrot. Kneel!"

Belle dropped to her knees. There was no effort at grace, or to protect her knees by going slowly. She just made sure she was in position, just as rapidly as she could.

"Good," Robert approved. "Remain upright. Present your wrists." He fished the key to the handcuffs from his robe and undid the cuffs, dropping them into the pocket. "Place your hands on your thighs. Actually, the bar is doing you a favor - it spreads your legs to approximately the 'Ready' position. This is the position I expect you to maintain at any time that I - or Merry in my stead - don't instruct you to be elsewhere. Do you understand?"

Belle nodded, watching Robert constantly.

"I see that I have your attention," he observed mildly. "Good. I should have it constantly when you are in my presence." Robert stepped forward and cradled Belle's head on his stomach while he undid the harness for the ball gag. He stepped back, and held out his hand. Belle leaned forward and laid the ball in his hand, watching him constantly. She manipulated her mouth a bit, recovering from the open-jawed position she had been locked into, attempting to avoid the incipient cramps. Robert watched this, then asked, "Are you prepared to be obedient?"

"Yes, Master!" Belle croaked, surprised at the sound of her voice.

"Good!" Robert replied. "The demonstration that we previously agreed to will be the least of your tests; I will devise others, and failure will occasion a beating that will make our recent interlude seem like a trip to the fair! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Merry, undo the bar. I'll chase her around the room if I have to." He regarded Belle, "On the other hand, if I tell you to lie spread-eagle on your back while I whip your pussy with this, you will obey, won't you?"

There was only one answer, and Belle gave it: "Yes, Master!"

Robert eyed her. "Do it!" Belle obediently flopped over on her back, watching him like a rabbit watches a wolf. Merry, momentarily interrupted, went back to work on the ankle restraints.

Robert lingered over Belle, dragging the tip over her body while Merry finished her task. Belle didn't allow herself to flinch, or even to blink. She KNEW if her eyes closed, he would bring her pain!

Merry lifted the bar away, and Robert waved at the mess that had been her display of devices. "Why don't you tidy that up?" Turning to Belle, he directed, "Resume the ready position. Belle did so via an interesting contortion wherein she bent her spread legs and then raised her torso into position. Robert watched this maneuver with some interest and no little amusement - who'd have thought that a woman that age, that heavy, could be so limber?

But Robert was distracted, and he gave voice to his irritation: "All right! We'll press forward in a moment with the basics, after which I hope to have come up with some inspiration! I'm fresh out at the moment, however; it's hard to think with a full bladder..."

Belle shocked them all, including herself. She watched Robert's expression dissolve into irritation, and fear was born in her anew. What to do? Master's bladder was full... Without conscious decision, she leant forward, and opened her mouth.

Merry gasped, and Robert's eyebrows nearly merged with his hairline! Was this... ? Eyeing Belle, he directed gruffly, "Continue."

Belle undid the belt of Robert's robe, leaned forward, and took his cock into her mouth. The intent was clear... 

"This won't do!" Robert complained, "I'll be too erect to urinate in no time! Best just leave your mouth open... I'll hit it." Belle opened up and backed off a bit; the truth of Robert's assertion had been immediately evident. Robert initiated an exercise in willpower such as he had attempted on few occasions, trying to override his arousal so that he could void. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

"No, Master!" Belle reopened her mouth

The effort deserved a proper response. Robert, in an agony of concentration, husked, "When I start, get your tongue under me. My control won't be that good..." A good twenty seconds passed while Robert worked to switch his internal plumbing from sperm to urine-delivery mode despite the distraction, but, finally, he sighed as first a trickle, then a stream of urine began to flow. Belle didn't miss a drop; she caught the first drops on her tongue, then used it to cradle his cock while the rest poured into her open mouth. Merry, fascinated, watched her throat work as she swallowed. As the flow ended, Belle wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently, getting the last bit.

Robert shook his head in amazement. "I'm impressed despite myself! Certainly, you've exceeded expectation!"

Merry couldn't keep quiet. "Me, too! Wow! Would you have done that for me?"

Belle merely looked to Robert for confirmation. It turned out that it wasn't THAT bad... Robert glanced at Merry in irritation, but nodded. Belle arranged herself on her back, and waved Merry forward. Merry knelt over Belle, and she opened her mouth, cradling Merry's ass in her hands.

But Merry had seen Robert's look. "I just wanted to see how you would do it," she murmured diffidently, "I don't have to go..." She rose and assumed the ready position to Robert's right.

Robert decided to let it go. Belle rose into position, duplicating her earlier contortion, and Robert turned to Merry. "Take her and let her clean up. Have her take this stuff with you," he waved at the shower curtain and dishpan, "and have her clean it up, but given this recent display, normal cleaners will do, rather than her tongue." Turning to Belle, he directed, "Merry is your superior in all things. Where she represents my wishes, she is effectively your Mistress. You will follow her instructions as though they were mine." He turned to regard Merry, "And I will punish infractions severely." He dismissed the pair with a wave of his hand. As they scurried out, he reviewed Belle's recent act of submission, and wondered, 'How am I going to top THAT?"



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Chapter 109: Moving on


"I'm hungry!" Dina announced, "Let's go to Gino's!"

Things were starting to seriously wind down; most couples had gone, and the lonely and desperate of both sexes were wondering if they were THAT desperate... Some were: Porky Peggy had August solidly in tow as she headed for the exit. Dina smirked; hopefully, his cock was as long as his nose, else he'd never find Peggy's gash, big as it probably was. He could always roll her in flour and go for the wet spot... Dina dismissed the image with a chuckle.

Bobby raised his lips from her neck and murmured, "I've heard worse ideas..." It took Dina a moment to remember her earlier comment, but she did. She wiggled her ass on his lap in gratitude for the support.

Rick looked up from playing in Mandi's bodice, "Fine. We've got our room keys." He caught Tim's eye, and the accompanying nod.

Jackie's nervous, "Yeah, I want ice cream!" brought a grin from a couple of the males - Rick knew a delaying tactic when he heard one, and a quick look at Terry told him he'd read Jackie's mind as usual. It was cool, though; a girl didn't lose her virginity every day, and everyone present - including Jackie - knew that by 2:00 a.m., she would probably have her knees pressed to her shoulders while Terry removed her hymen. Terry smiled and rubbed her back possessively.

Dolores hopped up off Tim's lap. "I don't really want to eat..." She eyed Tim's crotch, "or maybe I do! But not anything at Gino's!"

Dina smirked, "You can go under the table this time..."

Dolores appeared to think seriously about it, but her impish grin kind of spoiled the effect. "Well, okay. I could use a Coke, afterward..."

Everybody laughed. There was a general effort to collect loose articles, and they headed for the entrance to collect the girls' wraps.

A bit across the room, Thelma eyed the band's quiet packing of instruments and whined petulantly, "I don't wanna go home yet!"

Danny's face set into a black scowl as he tried to figure out how to make things go the way he KNEW they should. His big hand settled on Thelma's bare back, caressing it absently as he rumbled, "Me neither."

The effect of that gentle touch on Thelma left Jimmy and Amy nonplussed. The perpetually angry expression that Thelma usually sported melted away and she threw her head back, eyes closed, SMILING! Danny brought his other hand up and began to knead her shoulders, and she appeared positively ready to purr! Amy exchanged a significant glance with Jimmy, "Any ideas?"

"Breakfast at Ginos?" Jimmy threw out.

"Cool," Danny responded, "I don't do Gino's much - but I don't have a woman on my arm, much, either!"

"Why, how sweet!" Thelma cooed, and Jimmy nearly dropped his Coke as she settled against Danny's chest. Danny wrapped his arms around her, trying to find a 'G' rated place to put both of his hands on her narrow frame. One went around her waist, and the other... Thelma ended up taking it in both of hers, exploring it, caressing the palm and tracing the fingers.

Jimmy threw Amy a significant glance and announced, "We'll be right back..." The pair got up and moved across the room a bit. "Can we go eat? When are you two expected home?"

"When we get there, I think," Amy replied. "I can call Momma on the cell and let her know. Thelma's folks probably just went to bed; she's staying at my place tonight."

"Speaking of Thelma, what the fuck?" Jimmy asked incredulous. "Did Dina give her drugs or something?"

"Thelma's got a hard shell, but it's brittle. I've seen her cry over silly things, and she's wanted... attention... for a long time," Amy shook her head. "It looks like all Danny had to do was be nice to her, and the gooey insides started leaking out..."

"Fucking incredible!" Jimmy exclaimed, shaking his head. "Think she'll stay like that?"

"Jimmy," Amy reproved, "You don't need to curse to let me know you're one of the guys. I KNOW you're not - and that's a good thing! Be yourself!" She glanced at Thelma. "It's anybody's guess," she murmured, "If Danny doesn't mistreat her, we might permanently have a new Thelma... But if he does, she'll be a lost cause."

"Yeah, I see that," Jimmy nodded. "For the record, I asked him, and he's playing it straight. But ANYTHING could go wrong..."

"Well, it'd improve things if, when the time comes, SHE dumps HIM!" Amy observed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that - they might just be perfect..."

Jimmy nodded, and took Amy's hand, leading her back to the table. "Okay, let's do Gino's!"

Nora Wilson sadly watched the band pack. It'd been a great night, but... "Nate, Honey, I think it's time you took me home."

This was the LAST thing Nate Adams wanted to hear. "But Nora, we haven't..."

"Fucked?" Nora watched him sidelong. "Look around, Hon - this isn't the place. And I'm warning you, cars aren't, either!"

Nate was hip deep. He'd let his mouth outrun his brain again... Funny, Nora hadn't stomped him THAT hard. On the other hand... Christ! He was gonna rupture himself if he didn't get some relief!

Nora took pity on him - he was practically shaking. "Hon, I'm not happy, either - but this place is closing down! Do you have any place we could go and neck a little?"

"Uh..." Where WAS Momma tonight, anyway? Home? Bar-hopping? Shit, the place was a sty, anyway. "No," Nate related sorrowfully.

"Me neither," Nora sighed. "If I took you home with me, Daddy would have a shit fit!" Her eyes pled for understanding, "Not that he's a racist, or anything - but plenty of other people are, and he'd be concerned about my reputation..." The pair was in the entry hall at this point, waiting in line for coat checks. Nora caught Nate's eye, and continued, "Which is already shot, by the way, I'm pretty sure." She looked around, checking to see whose eyes were lingering on her. They collected their coats in silence, stepped outside, and stopped on the ballroom steps. "Nate," Nora asked softly, "What am I to you?"

"Huh?" Nate blinked, blind-sided. "What d'ya mean?"

"What am I? What's your immediate goal?" Nora pressed. "Am I an easy lay? A trophy? 'My white girlfriend'?" Nora emphasized that last by making the quotemarks with her fingers. "I need to know what to expect! I've led you to have expectations - but I have expectations, too!"

Nate frowned. "Like what?"

"Like expecting NOT to be a one-night stand, or some trophy you go crowing about to the guys!" Nora sniffed. "I know I've said some heavy stuff tonight, but the fact is," she eyed him nervously, "if we go that far, you'll be the first."

Nate took this one between the eyes. Nora had seemed so much in control - he'd figured that she must have been doing a lot of stuff he just hadn't heard of, and that Bobby had just turned him on to the action! "You're a virgin!?" he blurted. Nora nodded diffidently.

Nate looked around to see who had witnessed his outburst, then gathered Nora by the arm and hustled her down the steps toward his car. Confusion reigned inside his skull. What in the Hell was this? He stopped by his car and physically swung her around to face him. "So what was all that big talk inside? Are you screwing with my mind or something?" Anger began to assert itself over his confusion.

"N-no!" Nora declared, "I didn't say anything I'm not prepared to back up - but I don't want to end up standing around with my panties around my ankles waving goodbye to someone who won't know me the next morning! I want to know that you've got, uh, serious intentions!"

"It's a little early to be talkin' marriage, ain't it?" Nate asked sarcastically.

"Well, sure," Nora agreed, "but on the other hand, if it isn't possible, what are we doing here? I want a relationship! I don't want you to climb on me and get your rocks off, then wander off and leave me alone again, but everybody's laughing stock, while you tell everybody what a big man you are!" Her expression turned fierce. "I want to have value! I want you to behave yourself and treat me with some dignity! I want you to stop talking shit and getting yourself in trouble!"

"An' what do I get for all that?" Nate ranted. "What do I get for bein' a good lil' boy?"

Nora locked eyes with Nate, and her expression turned positively carnivorous. She smiled, a sultry expression that Nate had never had turned on him before, while she stepped forward into his arms and began rubbing his back. "Why, Nate," she murmured, "I thought I made that clear! You get - me!" She leaned up and kissed him.

Nate swam for a few seconds, then surfaced, grabbing Nora's arms and holding her away from him. He couldn't think with those tits mashing into his chest... "What exactly does THAT mean?"

"Well," Nora watched him through lowered brows, "like you said, it's a little early for big talk about marriage - so let's talk near-term. I'm... willing... to try being with you, if you're willing to be a gentleman about it."

"A gentleman? Time for plain talk!" Nate growled, suspicious.

"Fine!" Surprise, strength, and a lower center of gravity, allowed Nora to swing Nate around until HE was leaning back against the car. "I'm willing to try you out in bed - fucking - if you'll promise not to brag about it to your friends! That clear enough?"

Surprise warred with suspicion on Nate's face. "That ain't it, though, is it?"

"No." Nora's voice shook. "I wouldn't go that far if I didn't think you were worth the investment. Up to a couple of minutes ago, it's been a wonderful evening - I'm hoping that we'll discover that we really... like... each other. So it goes like this: If the first part goes well, and you can refrain from treating me like shit, we could look at me being your girlfriend. That would imply that we would get to enjoy each other... regularly."

"And?" Nate's bluster was a smooth overlay to what was REALLY going on - his insides were mush!

"And... Later on, after I've got you properly domesticated, maybe I nail you down with a wedding band. It'll be a real comfortable trap, though - I promise! But that's a ways off, at this point..."

"All I gotta do is be good to you?" Nate couldn't imagine killing the goose that laid the golden eggs... 

"That and pull your head out of your ass," Nora replied, working at maintaining her pluck. "No more stupid shit - I don't want to have to bail you out of jail! You've got too much potential for that!"

"Dump my friends?" Nate howled.

"No! Stick, I worry about, but Draper keeps you OUT of trouble!" Nora replied. "Just ditch the belligerent ghetto nigger shit..."

"Make like an oreo?" Nate eyed her dubiously.

Nora resumed her sultry look, stepped forward, and rubbed her hand along Nate's cock through his pants. "You've got a lot of white filling, I bet!" she murmured, smiling lazily.

"You bitch!" The words were unfortunate, but there was wonder in Nate's voice. He lurched up off the car, reaching. "C'mere!"

Nora fended him off, feigning objectivity. "Business first! Are we agreed, then?"

"Huh? Yeah! Shit, I can't lose!" Nate gathered Nora in, now that she wasn't defending herself.

"You're right - now," Nora replied diffidently. "Later, though, when it's a choice between being a good boy and doing without your woman..."

"Shit!" Nate mumbled quietly into her hair, "I'm addicted already!"

"We still have a problem tonight..." Nora murmured. "If I take you home..."

Nate sighed. "If I take you to MY place, you'll lose all respect for me. And I don't know if I could EVER clean it up..."

"I know you've got it hard, Hon. I don't know the details, but it shows..." Nora laid her lips on Nate's neck, and shivers went everywhere!

"What's goin' on?" asked a familiar voice. Nate looked up, to see Draper standing there, grinning. And Tenisha... 

"Hey, uh," Nate, uncharacteristically, didn't resort to aggressive bluster. "Sorry, Nisha." Turning to Nora, he stuttered, "Uh, Nora - Tenisha and I, uh..."

Draper's voice cut through the confusion, "Tenisha's got a ride. Hope you don' mind me takin' over, Nate!"

Nate relaxed visibly. He turned and locked eyes with Draper over Tenisha's shoulder. "No, she's better off." Turning his attention to Tenisha, he asked, "You okay with this?"

Tenisha smiled, and Nora, at least, recognized the look. "Uh huh - Draper and I have... reached an understanding." She smiled up into Draper's eyes and rubbed a hand over his chest.

"Cool." It would take a dead person to miss the implications, and Nate wasn't.

Tenisha eyed Nora. "Watch this one," she advised, nodding at Nate, "He's got a bad mouth!"

Nora quirked a grin. "Yeah, he needs a muzzle. Fortunately," she glanced down at her bodice, "I've got two!"

Tenisha burst into a cackle. "You go, Girl!" She nodded approval, eyes dancing.

Nate eyed Draper's hand, which was drifting possessively over Tenisha's butt. "So, my man, how deep an understanding have you two reached? Last I remember, 'Nisha didn't allow other people to play wit' her ass..."

"Wups!" Draper snatched his hand away. "Sorry, T..." He didn't finish - Tenisha had recaptured his hand, and, looking him straight in the eye, replaced it on her ass! Draper stared at her blankly for a moment, then moved his shocky expression to Nate. "I dunno, man - it keeps gettin' deeper an' deeper!"

Nate grinned from ear to ear, and turned to look down at Nora, "Yeah, I know the feeling."

"So, what's the plan?" Draper asked.

Nate sighed. "Don' have one! Don' want to go home yet, but..."

Draper nodded, his face a mask. "Nate's Ma - well, Nate does his own laundry - at the Laundromat," he offered gently to Nora. She nodded understanding. Draper continued, "What we lookin' for? Food? More dancin'?"

Nate ruminated, "Peace and quiet, low lights, a couch - mebbe some music... We wanna get to know each other." Nora nodded.

Draper nodded, "Yeah, I wanna swap some spit wit' 'Nisha, too." Tenisha rolled her eyes and punched him on the shoulder.

Nate rumbled, "Can't go to my place. And a bruthuh's gonna be a big surprise to Nora's folks..." To his credit, he didn't freight the comment with any particular emotion.

Nora flinched, anyway. "I think we could straighten it out, eventually, but we wouldn't be left alone..."

Draper just nodded. "My place ain't no great shakes..."

"Draper's got three-four brothers - they're in an' out all the time. Draper brings a girl aroun'..." Nate shrugged.

"We could go to my place," Tenisha offered diffidently, "I can't guarantee anything, but my folks'll be happy I'm home. They probably won't bug us..."

"It ain't great, but it's what we got..." Draper shrugged.

Nate returned the shrug and glanced at Nora, who nodded, too. "We'll follow you." Everyone piled into their cars, Nora and Nate in Nate's Chevette, and Draper and Tenisha into Draper's Dodge.



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Chapter 110: Understandings


Twyla and Mickey had departed around midnight, in Mickey's hired limo. Now they were standing on Twyla's doorstep, trying to say goodnight. It wasn't going very well; neither of them really wanted to finish. One kiss led to another... 

Marion Banks looked out her bedroom window, perplexed. She couldn't see the pair on the porch, but she COULD see the limo - and the limo driver, who was getting impatient. What were they doing? After all she was with Mickey, for chrissakes! Although... His eyes had certainly popped when he'd caught Twy in that dress... Marion sighed. Mickey was a nice kid - and Twy was stuck on him. But Twy could probably forget it... 

Marion Banks was the source of Twyla's plain looks, dirty blonde hair, and rangy musculature. She was NOT the source of Twyla's round breasts and ass, sadly - apparently, those had come from Ed Banks' side of the family. Marion was flat-chested, and had virtually NO ass; this, added to her other lacks as far as physical assets were concerned, had made Marion's high school days a period of constant frustration. In college, everyone had just assumed she was a lesbian... Eventually, in desperation, she had taken to going to bars. She'd met Ed late one night when he was casting about, drunk, for someone - anyone - to go home with at closing time. Ed was pleasant, nice looking, and seemed interested in her, in a vague way... 

No one could have been more shocked than Ed was when he discovered that he'd actually deflowered Marion; worse was that it didn't happen until the next morning - he'd been too drunk to notice at the time. That revelation led to a certainty that he'd done a poor job, which led to a second bout, which in turn led to the discovery that Marion was a pretty pleasant sexual partner - which led to dating, which led to marriage, which led to Twyla... 

Unfortunately, Ed liked drinking and playing the field too much, and when Twyla was three, he'd moved out. The divorce was amicable, and Ed provided Marion with child support - fairly regularly, when he wasn't out of work or spending too much on his women, which were getting harder and harder to obtain as he got older. Marion had had a tough time for a while, but she worked hard for a janitorial service, and was a model employee. It meant that she was seldom home evenings, but the money kept things together, and she usually had a couple of hours with Twy before she went to work... 

Basically, therefore, Marion had few illusions regarding Twyla's ability to get and keep a man. Twy had known Mickey since they were ten or so, and Mickey was apparently totally bulletproof - so why were they still fooling around on the porch?

Downstairs, Twyla drew Mickey into another clinch - but this time, she waved off the limo. The driver, all too happy to be released, took off immediately; when Mickey looked up, he was halfway down the block. "Hey, what'd you do that for?" he whined.

"You don't need him," Twyla replied, "and we're CERTAINLY not done..." She stuck her key in the lock and held a finger to her lips, "Shhh! We don't want to disturb Mother!" Then, inexplicably, she giggled - which of course ruined the whole thing.

"Jeez, Twy!" Mickey hissed in a stage whisper, "Tell ME to be quiet, then laugh your head off, why don't you!" Since it was obviously what Twyla wanted, he followed her inside and closed the door.

Once inside, Twyla flowed into his arms. "Help me get out of this dress," she whispered when they came up for air. Obediently, Mickey worked the zipper of the cocktail dress, hoping that Twyla's mother was sound asleep - he REALLY didn't want to explain how it was that he came to be standing there holding a cocktail dress, while Twyla peeled her pantyhose off - which was basically everything she'd been wearing... 

"Twy!" he hissed, "What in the Hell are you doing? If your mother finds us, she's never gonna let me see you again!"

Marion was NOT sound asleep. She'd heard the limo drive off, but there was just too much activity downstairs for Twyla to be alone. All that whispering and giggling - did she bring Mary home with her? Marion pitied Mary Nally while envying her to a certain extent; at least the fat girl had breasts, sort of... Marion decided that she'd get up and see if the girls needed anything... 

Marion was a third of the way down the stairs when she heard a much deeper than expected voice announce, "Twy, Honey, I gotta go. Your mother'd shit a brick if she saw us, and" there was a pause, then the voice went on, a lot shakier, "I don't know how long I can look at you like that before I..."

Marion stopped, and peered into the living room just in time to see her daughter, obviously nude, step forward and wrap her arms around the owner of the familiar voice's shoulders and announce, "That's the idea, Silly. I don't want you going ANYWHERE tonight that I'm not within arm's reach..." She lifted her lips to Mickey, and in a moment there was a groan, and the cocktail dress went flying so Mickey could apply both hands to Twyla's bare skin.

Marion sat down on the step and considered her options. Blaming Mickey for events in the living room appeared to be an exercise in stupidity - Twyla was definitely in control. If Twyla was going to insist on offering herself to someone, Marion couldn't think of anyone she'd rather have accepting the offer. Hopefully, it wouldn't ruin their friendship... 

Twyla pulled back, and led Mickey to the couch. She shucked him out of his jacket and tie, while he protested weakly, "Honey, you don't have to do anything tonight - we can wait a week or two..."

Twyla put a finger to his lips. "Shhh!" she whispered, "We don't have to have sex - but that dress was a pain, and noisy, too! All that taffeta... I just wanted to be comfortable. Let's neck a while... I won't rape you, and you CAN'T rape me..."

"No?"

"No. Can't rape the willing." She sat him down on the couch, and snuggled up.

Marion was stuck. The couch was in full view of the stairway, so if she moved, it would be visible. The flip side was that she had a ringside seat to her daughter seducing her boyfriend! She found that she didn't want to stop it - so how to escape gracefully? Unbidden, her hand crept below the hem of her nightie, and her knees spread... 

Mickey was finding that it was absolutely impossible to control his hands. They went everywhere on Twyla, and he couldn't stop them! Twy wasn't complaining; she was rubbing his sides and back under his shirt (how had it come unbuttoned all the way?) and moaning into his mouth whenever his hands swept over her breasts (God! They were SO fine!). The next time he surfaced from a kiss, it was to undo a cuff button while Twyla simultaneously worked on the OTHER cuff... 

His shirt came off and went somewhere, and Twyla pushed him down and crawled atop him, pressing those wonderful breasts into his chest. His cock was an iron bar, and Twyla forged it by mashing her pubic bone against it, turning it into tool steel. Mickey surfaced and gasped, "Last chance, Twy! If you're teasing me, stop now, 'cause from here on, I won't take 'no' for an answer!" Twyla's answer was to grin and reach for his belt, and rational thought fled.

Twyla had decided in the garden that tonight was the night, if she could get away with it! When Mickey displayed a reluctance to part at the door, it had been all the confirmation she'd needed. She'd shaken like a leaf below her surface giddiness when she'd dispensed with the dress, but the tone of Mickey's protests told her that he was merely trying not to take advantage of the situation. Every time he laid those gentle hands on her breasts, a new shock wave blew through her, centered on her pussy, and the feel of that bar of iron flesh against her clit as she rubbed her mound against him was maddening!

Mickey had given up all protests, and was holding a globular breast in each hand as Twyla knelt above him, working at his belt. It felt to Twy like the fingers kneading her nipples were tugging on her clit, and her hands shook as she fought the recalcitrant buckle. Finally, the thing tugged loose, and simple things like snaps and zippers couldn't hold her. In the less constrained environment, Mickey's boxers tented, then dropped away as his erection forced its way through their open fly. Twyla gazed raptly at the exposed penis. It was beautiful! She'd seen pictures, but they'd always been something to poke fun at, little shrimpy things hanging limply or gnarled veiny things hanging off of big, ugly, pot-bellied guys (obviously, she'd never seen any gay literature... ) This one was long, smooth, silky-looking - and HUGE! Mickey was packing around eight inches! Eyes wide, she gently settled her hand around it - it was burning hot! - and Mickey groaned.

Marion got a grip on herself. Any second, her daughter was going to lower her lips over that glans, and Mickey would go off like a fire hose (he was showing ALL the signs!) Then there would be mass confusion - and Marion would end up a committed voyeur! Best to get control of things now... She removed her hand from her soaking wet crotch... 

Twyla couldn't get enough of the feel of the thing! Mickey was physically shaking, so she knew she was walking a thin line, but... She lowered her head, examining the smooth, shiny bluish cap and the long, solid shaft while slowly moving her hand up and down the smooth rod of flesh.

Mickey watched her like a rabbit watches a rattlesnake. If she opened her mouth, he was done for!

Twyla's head continued to drop, and Mickey nervously cleared his throat - when a soft voice sounded from the stairs!

Marion sighed, then announced softly, "Twyla, take Mickey upstairs. Couches aren't a good place for that!"

Twyla jumped a foot, "Mother!"

Mickey nearly killed himself trying to hide and pull on his pants simultaneously, "Miz Banks! I..."

"Shhh!" Marion cut across the protests. "It's all right, Mickey - I wasn't asleep, and I've been here long enough to know who's been in charge of this little escapade!" Her smile, invisible in the dim light, carried in her voice. "Although, I probably won't get another wink tonight!"

Twyla was frozen; she couldn't begin to guess what she should be doing. Cover up? With what? What should she say? She looked up, wide- eyed, at the light spot in the shadows that was her mother.

Marion said gently, "Go to your room, Dear." Twyla glanced fearfully at Mickey, who was still tucking, and rose to leave, padding across the floor toward the stairs, when Marion stopped them both with, "No, no! Take Mickey with you! Sex is a lot better in a bed!" She stood on the stair, turning to go up. "I don't suppose either of you gave any thought to protection?"

Twyla unfroze and turned to collect Mickey's hand. She knew that tone of voice! That was her 'practical' tone! Mother was serious!

Mickey struggled with a reply, "I, uh, I've got..." he stuttered, reaching for his back pocket.

"... A single rubber that's been mouldering in your wallet for a couple of years, 'just in case'!" Marion simpered. "Son, this isn't a single rubber night - even if it IS any good! I can tell! Twyla, get Mickey settled, then come into my room for a moment. I've got some stuff lying around..." She took a step up, and turned again, "Mickey, call your mother and tell her you're staying the night, so she doesn't worry..." Marion turned and made her stately way toward her bedroom.

Twyla's eyes were dancing as she pulled Mickey toward the stair. "Well, come on! What are you waiting for?"

"I'm a little bit..." Mickey couldn't think of the word, but it didn't seem to matter. In the last six hours, his world had turned upside down more than once... On the stair, he watched, entranced, as Twyla's ass flexed and swayed before his eyes on the steps above. Jeezus, how could he have missed that? He laid his hand on the flat plane along her coccyx and she stopped while he explored the surface. She was smiling when he looked up, an angel that said, "C'mon, Silly, there's plenty of time for that!"

Twyla's room was familiar, yet it wasn't. The basic lines hadn't changed since he'd last been here at age twelve, but there were differences that reflected her move from the girlish to the womanly. The four-poster bed was still there, and Twyla led him directly to it. "You get undressed, and call your Mom," she directed, "I'm gonna go see what Mother has up her sleeve!" She dashed out, still naked, leaving him awash. He sat for a moment on the edge of the bed, shrugged, and got up to pull off his pants.

Marion was digging through her night table, deep in thought. (Lube? Shouldn't be necessary, but... ). She came up with a translucent purple vibrator (God, I hope the batteries are okay... I'm gonna need this!). Her hand settled on a three-pack of rubbers, and she fished them out, tossing them on the bed, but resumed her search, (Better find the big ones, that thing looked HUGE!). Her hand settled on the pack of Magnums, and she tossed them next to the other pack before settling onto the bed herself. She was idly rearranging the items on the coverlet when Twyla padded in. "Mother?"

"Come in, Dear. Here," she murmured, handing Twyla both packs of rubbers. "I can probably scratch up a couple more of the small ones - but from what I saw, you're going to need the larger ones. Even from twenty feet, I could tell he had a couple of inches on your father!" Twyla giggled. Marion pressed the lube into her palm. "I don't think you'll need this, but it's better safe than sorry."

"Mom?" Twyla murmured, "I thought you'd be... mad, or something..."

"I was surprised," Marion related gently, "but the time is about right, and God knows Mickey is an excellent choice - I really couldn't find it in me to stand in the way!" She paused. "I was really surprised to see you being so aggressive!"

Twyla colored. "I had a talk with a friend earlier tonight. She reminded me that you can't make things happen by just waiting for them. The dress helped, but it wasn't enough, so I kind of made things clear. After that, we covered a lot of ground..."

"I guess!" Marion simpered. "Be careful you don't get ahead of yourself!"

Twyla nodded. "I know, but the opportunity presented itself, and I just couldn't help myself! We've got a pretty good foundation..."

"You were friends - good friends, best friends - but it's not the same! If you push him too hard, he'll run! Be sure, for example, you don't come up with any marriage talk or anything right after sex - he'll instinctively look for the door, even if he really wants you, so make sure he knows that tonight is a no-strings engagement. If you don't press, it'll be his idea when you discuss moving forward. I think you've made your intentions known..." Marion eyed Twyla sidelong.

"Yes, Mother," Twyla grinned, "I almost blew it earlier - I'll be careful!"

"Okay," Marion continued, "Listen to some advice on sex from an old woman?"

"Sure!" Twyla grinned.

"The bad news is, Mickey's young, and young men go off fast! You almost got a faceful downstairs! What would you have done if he'd filled your mouth with sperm?" Marion asked.

"Uh, I dunno..." Twyla blushed.

"The correct answer, as far as HE's concerned, is 'swallow'!" Marion grinned. "But many girls don't, and it's kind of an insult to the male. And you'd have been taken by surprise! Still, watching you choke and gag and spit wouldn't do wonders for the rest of the interlude - Mickey's a sweet boy; he'd have been devastated - but he also wouldn't have been pleased. In any case, he's probably NOT going to last long enough to satisfy you - he's young and inexperienced and tremendously excited; even if you go straight to sex, he probably won't last more than a few strokes."

Twyla grimaced, "What do I do?"

Marion smiled. "Manage your expectations. The good news is, Mickey's young - and young men recover quickly! He's probably got at LEAST two, maybe three or even four orgasms in him without much in the way of recovery time! What I recommend is that you get that first shot out of the way - suck him, get a taste! He'll be much better able to provide your pleasure on the second round. Once again, though, if you don't like the taste, it's not a good idea to get seriously obvious about it."

Twyla nodded, "Okay, anything else?"

"No, sweetie - go have fun! Don't forget your rubbers!" Marion swatted Twyla on the rump, playfully.

Twyla got to the door and stopped. "Mother? How long were you there?"

Marion blushed. "Mickey was trying to figure out what to do with your dress. I figure I saw most of it. Sorry - It's the most entertainment of that kind I've had in a while... I just couldn't look away."

Twyla nodded, turned, and walked out without comment.

Mickey slid under the covers and picked up the phone, dialing home.

At the LaRue's, Mickey's mother Anita started out of her drowse when the phone rang; she'd fallen asleep reading. "Hello?"

"Hi. Mom, it's Mickey. I'm at Twyla's and I'm gonna stay the night, okay? Ms. Banks says it's all right."

"Okay," Anita mumbled, still dazed.

"G'night, Mom! See you in the morning!"

"Good night..." Anita lay there for a moment. Something wasn't quite right... 

Jacques rolled over. "Mickey?"

"Yeah," Anita frowned. "He called and said he's staying over at Twyla's... And that Marion okayed it."

Jacques grinned, "Teenagers! So, he thinks you're an idiot." He raised a sardonic brow, "Are you?"

Anita reached for the phone.

Twyla scampered in just as Mickey was hanging up. "How'd it go?" she asked, throwing herself atop him on the bed.

Mickey grinned. "She was half asleep. I could have told her I was at a beer drinking contest!"

Twyla smiled. "Are you naked under there?" she teased.

"Come find out!" Mickey laughed.

... And the phone rang.

Mickey regarded the phone as if it were a snake. He KNEW who was on the other end... 

But Marion yelled, "I've got it!" and picked up. Twyla, eyeing the phone in much the same way as Mickey, slid under the covers and cuddled up to him distractedly. Obviously, the rest of the night's agenda hung in the balance... 

"Hello?" Marion said into the mouthpiece.

"Marion? Anita. Is Mickey there?"

"Yes." Marion replied.

"No, really, is he there?" Anita's first worry was that Mickey had somehow gotten Marion to cover for some Prom escapade - drinking or something.

"Yes, really, he's here!" Marion replied, exasperated. "Do you need to speak to him?" Raising her voice, she shouted, "Mickey, Dear, pick up!"

Mickey grimaced, and picked up the phone. "Hello, Mom."

"That's fine, Dear," Marion interjected smoothly, "Go back to what you were doing. See, I told you he was here!"

Mickey hung up, slowly, looking a bit confused. "Mom apparently thought your mother was covering for me... Wait'll she figures out what's REALLY going on!" Slowly, he began to grin. "Your mom IS covering for me! Wow! Utterly cool!"

Anita frowned into the phone. "So you said he could stay the night?"

"Yes..."

"Uh, Marion, Mickey and Twyla aren't twelve anymore. They're young adults..."

"And?" Marion wasn't cutting any slack.

"Where is he going to sleep?"

"Where he is, I suppose," Marion said airily. "It's what I'd do if I was him..."

Anita's frown deepened. "Where is that? What are they doing?"

"Young adult things," Marion replied.

Full blown suspicion flared. "Like what?" Anita asked flatly.

"Jeezus, Nita! Do I have to draw you a picture? What did YOU do on Prom night?" Marion asked, exasperated.

"I..." Anita shut up. She had a standard answer for that - one that Marion had heard multiple times. "You know what I did..." She'd had wild and heavenly sex in the neighbor's pool house on Prom night by her own admission.

"Well?" Marion waited.

"They're HAVING SEX?!" Anita screeched.

"Well," Marion replied blandly, "knowing Mickey, they're awaiting the outcome of this phone call, but I'm sure they're engaged in heavy petting, at least..."

Jacques was grinning from ear to ear. "I've GOT to hear this!" he asserted.

Anita glared at him venomously, and clicked on the speaker. "Where are they?" she demanded.

"Twyla's room," Marion replied blandly. "I caught them going at it on the couch - but that's a lousy place to lose your cherry, don't you think?"

"So you sent them upstairs?" Anita huffed, "Aren't you going to stop it?"

"No," Marion replied, defensive, "Why on earth should I?"

"But they're HAVING SEX!"

"Didn't you?" Marion taunted. "I didn't, but only through lack of opportunity! Besides, given the conversation I overheard, it wouldn't have accomplished anything but making it difficult and uncomfortable for them while delaying it a couple of days. Apparently, it's a done deal..."

"Huh? When did this happen?" Anita asked.

"Sometime this evening," Marion replied. "When they left here, they might as well have been brother and sister - but when they got back, they were definitely a couple!"

"Huh! I'll be damned! Twyla almost had to put a hammerlock on Mickey to bring this thing off! He was acting like he was doing charity work or something! What happened?" Anita asked, puzzled.

"Well, the prom dress had a bit to do with it, I think," Marion murmured dryly, "Did you know Twyla's a 36C?"

"No..." Anita blinked. Jacques nodded, impressed. Given Marion's build, who'd have guessed?

"Well, Mickey didn't either, until tonight!" Marion chuckled, "I thought I was going to have to re-insert his eyeballs!" She turned serious. "Something happened at the Prom, though. Twyla apparently said or did something that finally got Mickey's attention."

"Well," Anita huffed, "I still don't like the idea of Mickey forcing himself on girls, however willing."

"Well, you can ease your mind on THAT score," Marion announced, "When I caught them, Twyla was very much in charge!"

"I can NOT believe that you're just going to LET them have sex!" Anita reiterated.

"Why not?" Marion replied, "I made sure they had protection, and moved them to somewhere comfortable..."

"Mickey wasn't carrying protection?" Jacques growled.

"Oh, he was carrying a rubber, apparently," Marion asserted, "but they were definitely suffering from the heat of the moment. I supplied them with some stuff with a bit better provenance, and a reminder to use them." Jacques nodded, mollified.

Anita glared at her husband, "Isn't ANYBODY upset about this?"

Jacques shrugged. "They've been soul-mates forever - what better combination of time, place, and people?"

"Oooo! Well, if YOU'RE not upset that my son is deflowering your daughter, I guess, I shouldn't be!" Anita said nastily.

"Well, I'm not!" Marion asserted. "He's a wonderful boy, and they're both more than due. I'm thrilled to death!"

Anita shook her head. "Fine! When can we expect our wandering son home?"

Marion blinked. "Late morning? Noon?"

Anita sighed, "Fine. Good night, Marion."

"Good night."

Anita turned to Jacques and whined, "What's gotten into her?"

Jacques gave a Gallic shrug, and returned, "What's gotten into YOU, my Dear? Marion is being totally rational! Obviously, our children have decided that it is time to have sex! Would WE have appreciated parental interference? More important, would we have let it stop us?"

"But..."

"But nothing, my Dear! Marion has done the sweetest thing she could have for them - and YOU may have ruined it! Come here and let me remind you what it is they're searching for!" Jacques engaged Anita's lips, and after a bit, she stopped worrying... 

Marian found Mickey and Twyla huddled together in bed awaiting the outcome of the phone call. She went in and kissed them each on the forehead. "Your mother wasn't thrilled, Mickey, but I think that was more with me than anyone else. Have a good time!"

She swept out, leaving them basically wrecked. Everything had kind of drained out of them during the wait, anxiety replacing lust; now they literally didn't know quite what to do. Finally, Twyla reached up and turned out the light. "Let's just rest a bit," she recommended. She snuggled up, breasts against Mickey's side while she put her head on his shoulder. Mickey gathered her in and tried to relax.

Slowly, the jitters went away, and were replaced by something else... Rubbing her back became less a matter of comfort, and more a matter of exploration. Twyla sensed this and murmured against his neck - which gave him chills. His left hand drifted to her ass, and he began a long- delayed exploration, limited by the fact that she was lying on his arm. Twyla pulled up her left knee, and suddenly Mickey found he had access to a place he'd never thought to - Twyla's labia. First contact was accidental - and both of them gasped! Mickey's cock lurched against Twyla's hip, and she brought her hand down to capture it. But Mickey was concentrating on those amazing lips; he gently ran his finger along them and discovered the damp valley between, and Twyla suddenly started having trouble breathing.

"Oog!" she moaned, slid up a couple of inches, and offered her lips. The kiss presented Mickey with a classic problem: 'How do I concentrate on two or three things at once?' But Twyla's lips were insistent, so Mickey put his hand on autopilot, and concentrated on the kiss. This went well for a couple of minutes, then suddenly, Twyla couldn't continue the kiss; her breathing became ragged, and she moaned in his mouth, clutching at him.

Mickey took inventory, and found the tip of his middle finger engaged in a tight warm, wet grasp! "Are you okay, Twy?" Mickey asked, concerned.

Twyla was just fine! She had never really been as anxious as Mickey over the parental phone call - concern for him had topped fear. But the fun had gone away until he settled down. When he'd begun to recover, she welcomed it; his hands were gentle and felt wonderful as they explored her back and side, and she could FEEL his attention and growing fascination. Realizing that she was pinning his left arm and reducing his options, she'd moved a bit and draped her leg across his waist, more to distribute the weight than anything else (NOT realizing that to him, she was almost feather light). That first gentle touch on her fringed labia awoke an urgency she'd never felt before - but it DEMANDED more, so she'd slid up to grant additional access and sought the comfort of his lips. She, too, had had issues with multiple inputs, but women seem to handle that better; she'd reached down to grasp Mickey's cock, which was flexing and straightening. The feel of it was fascinating to her - it kept getting stiffer, and harder, and it GREW in her hand! The first time she'd rubbed her thumb over the head, it was nothing much - small, soft, flexible - nice to the touch, but somehow not really imbued with a whole lot of life. Now it was three times the size, hot, fierce, silky-smooth, with a spongy springiness to it, riding atop a stiff springy shaft that fought her attempts to change its position as she caressed it. Then Mickey's middle finger found her opening, and her heart stopped at the shock wave it sent through her! "Sooo good!" she moaned, in distracted reply to Mickey's nervous query.

Mickey relaxed on that score - but the insistent hand on his cock was another matter! Twyla's hand felt wonderful, even if it WAS a little tentative... 

Twyla's anxious eyes locked with his. "I gotta see!" she whispered. Mickey nodded. "Don't!" she squealed as he started to remove his finger from her tunnel, "Leave it there, please!"

Mickey shrugged and tried to stay with her as she crawled across him to turn on the light, but it wasn't possible - she had his hand around backward by the time she reached the lamp. "Sorry! I'll get it back in in a second!"

Marion had lain in bed listening for at least thirty minutes. She'd seen the light go out down the hall soon after she'd left the room, but things had been quiet - too quiet. Mickey had been pretty shaken; they'd probably decided to take it easy and drifted off. She hopped up, thinking, 'I'll just look in on them. If they're asleep, Mickey's going to need a witness so he doesn't catch Hell for nothing in the morning... ' She crept down the hall toward Twyla's room, expecting to find the pair asleep. As she neared the door, which was still open a hand span from her previous departure, she thought she heard whispering. 'Maybe they'll be okay after all, ' she thought, then: 'Wouldn't it be funny if one of them was asleep and now the other can't wake him/her up?' She peered through the crack, trying to see who was moving. Someone was reaching... 

Flash! The bedside light came on. Twyla turned from reaching for it toward the foot of the bed, dragging the sheets and blankets with her. Marion froze: Now what? Twyla kept shoving at the blankets until Mickey's cock was exposed, and mother and daughter feasted their eyes.

Mickey was huge! Twyla had no basis for comparison, but Marion did; Mickey was a good two inches longer than Ed had been, if somewhat narrower - and Ed had, in her experience, been well hung. Twyla had the benefit of touch, and she was using it. Mickey groaned as she fondled it with both hands. "Easy, Twy, or I'll make a mess all over the place! C'mon, swing a leg over - I get to look, too!"

Twyla studied the beautiful thing, absorbed. "I thought it was supposed to have a kind of covering of loose skin?"

"I'm circumcised," Mickey related, "They took off the extra when I was a baby. I always wondered if that made it shorter..."

"I don't think so," Twyla breathed, "Mother said you looked bigger than Dad from twenty feet! She gave me special rubbers!"

"Gawd, she saw me? I'll never be able to look her in the eye again!" Mickey moaned. "Hey, c'mon, I get to play too! I thought you wanted my finger back!"

Marion stood there riveted, thinking, 'Well, he won't be the only one around here who can't meet anyone's eyes... ' She'd tried to leave three times already - but her feet were nailed in place. Her hand wasn't, though - it had slipped under the hem of her nightie the moment that magnificent penis had come into view, and her clit was providing her happy flashes as her thumb danced along it, anchored by the middle finger in her tunnel. God! That thing was beautiful!

Twyla draped a leg over Mickey's chest, and settled lower, and Mickey got his first real look at the garden of feminine delights. He laid a hand on her asscheek, and slid his index finger back into the damp opening revealed between Twyla's thin labia. Twyla lifted her head and moaned, and Marion felt a sympathetic flash. "How's that?" Mickey asked.

Twyla sucked in a big breath. "Nice," she sighed.

Mickey shook his head. "As tight as it is on my finger, I don't see how I'm gonna get my cock in there!" With his right hand on her other asscheek, he used his thumbs to open up her channel for inspection. "That's it, though - it's the only place here it could go!"

"It's got to open wider - babies come out of there, for God's sake! Work the finger around a bit, and see what happens..." Mickey started rotating the finger, and she gasped a quick breath, sighing, "... besides me going totally nuts! Ummmm!"

Mickey noticed a little pink bump peeking out of the junction of Twyla's labia. "Hey, is this what I think it is?" He swiped his thumb across the pink nub.

Twyla gasped, her back arched and her eyes bulged as she took in the direct attack on her clitoris. "Aaaahhhh!"

"Guess it is, he he he!" Mickey chuckled evilly, "How did THAT feel?"

"Ohhhh, you bastard!" Twyla gasped, then a playful look enveloped her features. "Something like THIS, I guess!" And she lowered her lips over Mickey's glans. Marion's mouth watered, and her hand went into overdrive! She dropped to her knees, and her left hand came up to tug on her right nipple. God! What a sight!

Mickey's eyes bulged, and his mouth flew open, "Jeezus!" So warm! So soft! So wet! He went stiff as a board, and wrapped both arms around Twyla's lower back, pinning her in place. "Awwww, I'm gonna..."

He didn't get it out, but there was no mistaking the sudden surging growth in the head of his penis. Twyla had that moment's warning before the hand holding his shaft felt the first mighty pulse, and her mouth filled with warm seed. The taste was... indescribable - salty, sweet, with an odd tang - and Twyla knew she'd be still tasting it tomorrow morning, if she didn't brush her teeth or drink something strong. Still, it wasn't bad... kind of grew on you... All of this went through her mind during the first three massive pulses as Mickey thrashed beneath her. Twyla swallowed, and the second mouthful began pouring in, somewhat less strongly.

Marion watched Mickey's cock surge visibly to those first three pulses and Twyla's throat work, then her eyes rolled up and she bit her hand fiercely to keep from screaming under the impetus of the orgasm that the sight and the efforts of her flying hand induced. She gasped and shuddered and fought for control, worried that her inability to stay still and quiet would lead to her detection.

But Mickey had Twyla's full attention, and he was in no condition for effective listening; Marion was perfectly safe. Four more weakening pulses and Mickey's cock stopped blasting. He relaxed from his rigid position and flopped bonelessly, gasping. Sweat poured.

Twyla swallowed again, and cleared her throat so she could talk around the sticky residue. Turning laughing eyes on Mickey, she asked gaily, "So, how was THAT?"

Mickey lay gasping for another moment, but his eyes narrowed. Twyla really hadn't bargained on the male's quick recovery cycle, and in moments he took her by surprise! Rewrapping his arms around her lower back, he again pinned her and announced, "Two can play at THIS game!" Before Twyla could react properly, he leaned up and sucked the pink pearl of her clitoris between his lips.

"Oh, God! Oh, shit! M-Mickey, you're killing me! It's too..." Twyla thrashed and wailed, but Mickey had her in a tight embrace. He began drubbing her little nub with his tongue, and Twyla totally lost it! "Oh, God! Oh God! Oh, shit! Oh! OH! OH! UH! AAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Twyla's back arched, she went rigid, and screamed in joy as wave after wave poured over her! Mickey wouldn't let go, and he continued to suck gently on Twyla's clit, guessing that the tongue-lashing was indeed too much, while she surged and moaned, and her pussy pulsed around his buried nose and poured juice all over his face! Twyla collapsed atop Mickey's body, and lay there hugging herself to his hips and torso, kissing his still rigid cock. "Oh, God, I love you, I love you, you wonderful man!"

Marion, just down from her self-induced climax, surged again gently while watching her daughter's tumultuous cum. Mickey had surprised Marion, too - the boy was a positive jewel! Marion found herself increasingly envious of her daughter - what a find the boy was! If it was anyone else but Twyla in there... Marion came to her senses. What would she do? Wave her pancake tits or her flattened ass at a boy half her age? Arm-wrestle him for the rights to a fuck?

Twyla released her outburst, and Marion rolled her eyes. 'Christ!' she thought, 'I TOLD her not to do that!'

Mickey was gazing down at Twyla from beneath raised brows when she looked back toward his face. "Oops! Heat of the moment - I got a little carried away!" she apologized.

"Liar!" he replied, but he grinned widely. "I think you're pretty special, too! C'mon up here, and let's snuggle!"

Twyla reversed herself, settling atop Mickey. "I don't suppose you want to kiss..."

Mickey grinned, "If you'll lick some of this goo you left on my face, I'll swap spermy spit with you..." At Twyla's grimace, he exclaimed, "Hey! I must've swallowed half a pint! It's not bad, actually!"

"Oh, all right!" Twyla conceded and gingerly stuck out her tongue.

"Get the nose - I can't reach it," Mickey directed. "Besides, it's the place that discovered that your little pussy hole flexes when you cum!"

"Mickey!" Twyla exclaimed, swatting him on the shoulder.

"What?!" Mickey retorted, all innocence - then his face fell into a smirk. Twyla leaned up and licked his nose (it WASN'T bad) and offered her lips for a kiss - one Mickey delivered without reservation.

Twyla broke the kiss, and laid her head on Mickey's shoulder. "Wow, that was nice! I didn't expect to cum like that!" She wiggled her pubic bone against his... hard cock? "My God! It's still hard!"

"Well, maybe again," Mickey admitted diffidently.

"And maybe not! If it drooped, I didn't notice!" She raised up, bracing on her hands, and slid her damp mons along the shaft. Her labia were still open and she was well-lubricated; her clitoris got the full benefit. "Oog! God, that's good!"

"Mmmmm, yeah!" You want to try... ?" Mickey asked anxiously.

"Okay. Can we do it like this?" she asked.

"Don't see why not... Seems natural," Mickey hazarded.

Twyla pulled her knees up, and raised up to clear Mickey's erection. Mickey reached down and forced his cock into a more vertical position against its tendency to lay at a thirty degree angle to his abdomen, and Twyla began to settle onto it. "We're gonna have to take it easy," she husked nervously, "There's a h-hymen in there..."

Mickey locked startled eyes with hers, "Shit! You, too?"

Twyla stopped. "I haven't exactly been rolling in applicants - but I figured YOU had done this before!"

Mickey shook his head, "Uh uh, I've always been looking the wrong direction! What the Hell do I know?"

"Well... You could have fooled me, with that tongue!" Twyla started concentrating on their connection again. She jockeyed a bit. "Okay, that's it, I think... Let's go slow..."

Twyla settled, and Mickey began to FEEL the mouth of her vagina flower open around his glans. "Jeezus, that's incredible!" He began to worry about ejaculating again... "Shit! Hop up! We forgot something!"

"What?!" Twyla jerked away, startled by Mickey's urgency. Marian, from her perch outside the door, heaved a sigh of relief; she'd been afraid she was going to have to intervene - and what wild excuse she would have had to present for being there and the effect of ANOTHER interruption on their multiply delayed coitus were two things she did NOT want to think about!

"Where are those rubbers?" Mickey asked. "Much as I'd like to do this the natural way, we'd better not..." He grinned, "I'm sure you'd look cute with a big belly, but let's have a little fun first..."

Twyla's heart stopped. What was he saying? She shook herself. "Uh, yeah! They're on the nightstand. The gold ones are the bigger ones, I think!"

Mickey started floundering an arm over the night table, wondering, 'What was the hesitation all about? What did I say? Oh! Shit! I probably scared her to death!' Projecting a false calm as he fumbled with a foil packet, he murmured, "You know, we're 'way too comfortable with this... Must be all those years we've spent together..."

Twyla, absorbed in his preparations, nodded, then blinked. "Yeah, I keep opening doors and finding you there..."

"Yeah. I keep finding you under the bed, or in the closet complaining about wire hangers..." Mickey replied distractedly while wrestling with the foil.

Marion blinked. What in the Hell were they talking about?

"Let's not take anything too seriously," Twyla urged. "Just because I get all goo-goo eyed after an orgasm doesn't mean I'm planning to put a hammerlock on you."

"Yes, Baby," Mickey retorted, pretending total concentration on the released ring of rubber that he was turning between his fingers, "Is my arm in the right position yet?"

"Oh, you!" Twyla punched him, and he grinned. "You've got to roll it over..." she offered.

"I know that!" Mickey snapped, I safed the same banana you did in Sex Ed! I'm just trying to figure out which end's up..."

"Gimme." Twyla took the prophylactic, inspected it, and began rolling it down over Mickey's erection. "Somehow, it seems sad not to be able to do it without this damned thing. I'll talk to Mother about other types of birth control."

"Thank God it's not tight!" Mickey sighed, "I tried one on once, and it seemed like it was removing every hair on the shaft!"

"I'm not thrilled with the feel, either. We might need the lube, after all." Twyla observed. She started rubbing the tip along her damp channel. "Well, maybe not. But it STILL sucks!"

"Well," Mickey was prepared to be philosophical about it, "It'll keep me from shooting off so damned fast, maybe..."

Marion couldn't help but be impressed with their matter-of-fact handling of the situation - they were SO comfortable with each other... But the race was on again, and she was watching that incredible cock disappear into her daughter for the first time... Marion's hands went back to work, providing the sensory accompaniment to her fantasy of being the one penetrated.

Twyla bore down, and Mickey's glans again began to disappear. It wasn't quite as nice as the first time (damned rubber!) but it still beat anything he'd ever experienced! So hot! So wet! So incredibly tight! Just after the outer ring of muscle closed on the shaft below the glans, Twyla stopped, her stare turned inward. "Here," she announced.

"What do you want me to do?" Mickey asked, gently.

"Hold still. I'm going to back up a bit, and..." Twyla suited actions to words, uncovering about half of the amount of Mickey's depth of penetration. She locked eyes with him and dropped. There was a quick, tearing flash, and a grimace flickered across her features, then... nothing! Surprise replaced the tension. "Huh! That's it?"

From her hiding place, Marion nodded. Ed hadn't known, and therefore hadn't taken any care at all - but it had been a non-issue. Twyla was running true to form.

What Twyla didn't see, but Marion and Mickey did, was the flow of blood. Mickey's eyes widened, and he glanced up, worried.

Twyla glanced down, blinked, then waved it off. "Forget it, I'm fine." And she resumed lowering herself on Mickey's erection. The blood actually helped, a bit. Mickey bit his lip at the sensation; it as like he was pressing aside something incredibly warm, oily, and giving. Twyla took in about four inches, backed up an inch, and slowly took a couple more. Her eyes took on a distant look as she concentrated on the sensations his cock was making as it gently opened her tunnel - his cock seemed to go on forever... Again, she rose a bit, this time shifting her stance a bit to handle being slightly off-angle. Slowly, she lowered herself until, finally, her pubic bone crushed her clit against his. At the same time, the reservoir tip of the rubber brushed her cervix... "Oh, God!" she moaned, eyes glassy. She rose six inches, relatively rapidly, sucking in a gasp, then lowered herself again to the limit, faster this time, but seemingly slowed by fighting the tight pneumatic fit. "Oh, GOD!"

Mickey reached up and captured both of her breasts in his hands, fingers unerringly questing for the stiff nipples while Twyla rose again. This time, she flashed back down, driving their pelvises together and smashing the blunt head of Mickey's cock into her cervix. "OOH, GOD!!!"

Mickey watched Twyla's eyes roll up. She instituted a series of three, quick, brutal thrusts, rising to the point of merely containing Mickey's glans, then trying to drive it right through her cervical wall: "OOoooOOOoooOOOOOOOHHH!!!!!!!" At the bottom of the third downstroke, Twyla convulsed; her stomach tied itself in knots as her vagina began to milk Mickey's penis in time to the waves crashing over her: "NNNNNNGGGGGGG!!"

Superman couldn't have held out against the magical things Twyla's vaginal muscles were doing to Mickey's overdriven penis! He grabbed Twyla's hips and ground himself into her, eyes glassy, as the floodgates opened for the second time in fifteen minutes, the throbbing eruptions of his ejaculation synchronized with the sucking pulsations of her vaginal muscles.

Twyla collapsed across Mickey like a puppet with cut strings. Neither of the lovers could move as tortured muscles took revenge for being tensed beyond endurance.

And in the hall, Marion, already on her knees, bent like a bow, whimpering while she bit a hand to contain the cries while her vagina tried to crush three fingers of her right hand as it pulsed out its reaction to her climax.



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Chapter 111: A piece of the action


"C'mon in, boys, make yourselves at home," Mary Nally waved vaguely at the expanse of her 'bedroom', "Beer's in the fridge." A more directed wave picked out the refrigerator along the wall in the kitchenette to the left. "I'm gonna go get out of this dress." She made for the walk-in closet on the left side of the far wall.

Stick took a couple of steps inside the door, and took in his surroundings. Mary's 'bedroom' was actually a studio apartment, and as such looked to be bigger than Stick's home - the living areas, anyway. It occupied the second floor above the garage on the right end of the Nally home. They had reached it by climbing a substantial staircase that extended from a landing near the garage door up and back along the outer wall of the house to the second floor entry. Stick had forborne comment about how and why it wasn't a rickety fire escape-type affair, and he was vaguely glad he did - Mary had proven surprisingly nimble in climbing it. Looking around, he decided (correctly) that the closet that Mary was entering and the bath which could be seen through the door to it's right along the far wall had been edited out of the main house, rather than being a part of the space above the garage. To Stick's right, along the wall behind him, was a substantial TV and entertainment center. A couch was centered on the area facing it, along with an easy chair that Stick draped his arm over while he took in that end of the room. The wall to the right ended in a couple of substantial windows that faced the front of the house, one shedding light on the couch and the other illuminating the king sized bed that had it's headboard against the wall below it. To the left, the refrigerator was the first appliance in the kitchenette that extended along the wall. Beyond, in the corner fronting the closet, was a computer workstation. Apparently, the closed door between the walk-in and the bath was the connecting door leading to the rest of the house. Stick whistled. "Some bedroom you got here!" he approved, loud enough to carry into the closet.

"They called it a 'mother-in-law apartment' when my folks bought the house," Mary's voice drifted in from the closet. "I talked Mama into giving it to me when I was twelve. I like my privacy... Do me a favor, and grab a Diet Coke from the fridge for me willya?"

Stick stepped over to the fridge and pulled the soda and his choice from the three brands of beer on the shelf. Apparently, Mary entertained well... 

Teddy appeared beside him and hissed "We should leave!"

Stick raised an eyebrow. "Why? I kinda like it here."

Teddy was visibly uneasy. "Mary doesn't just invite people up here," he related, "Not without an ulterior motive."

"Yeah, well, she made it clear that there was gonna be some give an' take," Stick replied mildly, "Relax, there's two of us. Whips an' chains probably ain't an option. Wanna beer?"

"You should, Teddy - you need to relax some," Mary announced as she approached from halfway across the room. Stick started despite himself; for a fat chick, she moved like a cat! Mary was wearing a simple, spaghetti- strap nightdress in a shimmering green fabric that would have been modest if it hadn't ended so close to her crotch - Stick thought he saw wisps of pubic hair under it! In passing, Mary threw open a drawer and fished out a bottle opener, then she perpetrated a massive invasion of Stick's personal space, pinning him to the refrigerator door while she bent to grab a bottle of Budweiser. Stick caught a whiff of perfume he didn't remember getting before, and an impression of soft flesh. Unaccountably, Stick remembered the old cliché about fat women: 'Heat in winter, shade in summer, and a soft place to lay down year 'round... ' Mary presented the beer to Teddy, "Here!"

Teddy took it automatically, "I gotta use the bathroom," he mumbled.

"It's in there," Mary pointed. "Take it with you; it'll give you something to do while you're hiding in there..." Teddy hurried off. Mary watched him, smothering a comment about how much time he spent in bathrooms - the time wasn't yet... 

Stick handed Mary the can of Diet Coke he'd been holding when pinned. Mary popped the cap on his Michelob with her other hand and turned away to toss it in the trash while Stick closed the fridge. She walked over to the entertainment center and picked through the tapes, selecting one and popping it into the VCR, then plopped into the easy chair waving Stick to the couch. Yep, he'd seen wisps, Stick confirmed, when she nonchalantly draped one leg over the chair arm, thoroughly exposing her thin, strawberry blonde pubic thatch.

Stick's cock went on alert, but so did his other antennae; street smarts said that if a woman approaches you with a whole sack of carrots in her left hand, the right is probably holding a baseball bat. He pretended to ignore the display and approached the issue obliquely. "Teddy seems to be scared to death of ya."

"Some people would say he's being smart," Mary replied, poker-faced. "You might be, too, before we're done talking."

"Teddy why you keep Bud?" Stick grimaced.

"Nope. I keep a variety. You never know when it'll make a difference," Mary replied blandly, "I gave Teddy a Bud because he doesn't drink enough beer to appreciate it. No sense wasting the good stuff."

Stick nodded. "So, why am I doin' him this favor? An' why didn't we leave right away?"

"Because you want to know who gave you the blowjob, and you DON'T want me to speculate about it in public," Mary replied, eyes wary. "Was it that good?"

Stick grunted. There was the baseball bat, skillfully applied. He shrugged it off: "If it wasn't, I wouldn't be lookin' for a repeat."

Mary's eyes narrowed. "You don't want a repeat, you want to own the little shit! And he knows it!"

"So?" Stick didn't get it: What did it have to do with Mary? "What if I do?"

"What if he wants a more equitable arrangement?" Mary returned.

"Huh! Like I suck HIS dick?" Stick growled.

Mary chuckled. "That'd be fair, but I'm thinking he just wants to avoid slavery."

"Awww! I can't exactly date the little fuck!" Stick complained, watching his dream of a private toy go 'bye-bye'.

"Are you sure?" Mary leaned forward, "You never know..."

Stick shook his head. "You wanna tell me what the fuck is goin' on?"

Mary settled back, eyeing Stick sharply. "You want a name. He wants protection." She paused. "I want a piece of the action - two, in fact..."

"Huh?" Stick blinked. "In the first place, the little shit's queer! He won't be coughing up any dick for you! In the second, if you wanna fuck, we can make a separate arrangement..."

"In the first place," Mary replied, "I don't think he's gay. There are shades of grey in these things, and I think he fits one of them. That would make him bisexual. Maybe he just discovered that cock is a lot easier to find than pussy... Sort of like you..."

Stick started. "What?"

"C'mon, Stick," Mary chided, "You wouldn't be in such a sweat to chase him down if you didn't have big ideas about what to do with a steady supply of sex - and the fact that he's male doesn't seem to bother you a whole lot. I'm thinking we could fit you into a grey area, too..." She eyed him for a moment. "So, Stick, how much pussy have you had?"

Stick glared and refused to answer. "Okay," Merry resumed, "How many blowjobs?"

Stick continued to glare, but finally spat, "Three."

Mary raised an eyebrow. "I gather that the other two weren't as good?"

"Not hardly." Stick unlimbered a bit.

"Male? Female?"

"Female." Stick sulked.

"You expected better, I see. Beulah Tyrone, right? She's not known for her oral skills. And her methods tend to make MY life tough..." Mary sighed. "So right now you're figuring that there might be an advantage to a cocksucker being attached to your cock?" She smiled gently.

"Ya gotta admit, it's an interestin' theory," Stick grinned, began to relax.

"If we discover any truth in it, I'll take lessons," Mary chuckled, "But Denise Giannelli would argue otherwise."

Stick grunted. "Mebbe, but she closed up shop before she got to me."

Mary smiled. "Let's get back to your list. I appreciate your offer, but one shot hasn't gotten me anywhere yet."

"Huh?"

Mary shrugged. "One night stands haven't exactly resulted in me rolling in boyfriends. As this point, I'm hoping that I'm an acquired taste."

Stick didn't understand, but he let it pass. "So, you gonna tell me?"

Mary sighed, "Yeah. But first, I'm gonna tell you why I CAN, and then I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse."

"I ain't gonna like this, am I?" Stick grunted.

"Depends on how flexible you are," Mary replied blandly. "You might discover that the bad parts are irrelevant, and the good parts more than make up for them..."

"Hit me." Stick grunted, deadpan.

"Okay," Merry nodded. "It's like this: I CAN tell you, because if you take advantage of him too much, I can pull him out of the closet." She smiled, shark-like. "That'd lift your hold on him, but there would be more than that - you see, you'd be on the next hanger!"

"What?!" Stick jumped up, thoroughly pissed.

"SIT DOWN!" Mary roared, "Or I'll unload on you anyway!"

Stick's mind was running in circles, but it was following the path of Mary's next statement: "It doesn't have to be true, you know... You'd be just as screwed, anyway." She paused for a moment, then: "Relax, Stick, I didn't say I WOULD, just that I COULD if you got too grabby!"

Stick settled warily back onto the couch. "I sure as shit hope Teddy ain't listening in on this..."

"I hope he IS," Mary replied, grinning from ear to ear, "since he's the owner of the mouth you're looking for..."

"SHIT!" Stick slapped himself on the forehead. "Fuck, I'm about the stupidest motherfucker..."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Stick," Mary counseled. "Teddy's been pretty careful. Only a couple of us really wistful types managed to catch on - and we're female... If you're clear on his safety net, I'll go get him."

"Yeah," Stick groused, "I got it."

Mary hopped up and headed for the bathroom, throwing over her shoulder, "It's not THAT bad, Stick! I didn't say you couldn't play, just that you had to play nice!" Stick watched over the back of the couch as Mary rapped on the door to the bathroom. "Come on out, Teddy! Hiding won't help you!"

Gingerly, Teddy stuck his head out. His face was flushed, and Mary could see that the beer bottle was empty. Meeting Stick's eyes, he mumbled, "I see you sold me out..."

Mary reached out and caressed his cheek, "It's not like that, Honey - in fact I covered your ass!" She leered, "You owe me, big time! Go sit on the couch, now, like a good boy, while we discuss this thing like adults. Want another beer?"

'I -I guess," Teddy murmured nervously. He crossed to the couch and sat on the end nearest the armchair. Stick obligingly scooted to the other end.

Mary looked up from the fridge, "What about you, Stick? Another?"

Stick glanced at the level in the bottle, turned it up and killed it. "Might as well," he sighed, then observed darkly, "I don' see YOU drinkin'..."

"I don't drink," Mary replied blandly, "Alcohol is bad for my metabolism." She handed the boys their beers, then went to the entertainment center, set a couple of switches, and returned to her chair, assuming the same splayed position as before.

Teddy, who hadn't been treated to this sight, goggled as Mary snatched up the TV remote. "Mary, you're, uh, showing!"

Mary regarded him for a moment and said gently, "Good. Get used to it - it's one of the few good parts." Turning to Stick, she asked, "Where were you gonna take him?"

"Huh?" Stick blinked.

Mary clicked the remote and a movie began, muted. Both boys' heads swept back and forth at the distraction. "Where were you gonna hold poor Teddy captive while you fed him yards and yards of dick?"

"Hell, I dunno!" Stick rumbled, irritated. Where the fuck WAS he going to take Teddy? Obviously, he'd have had to do some serious planning... 

"Exactly," Mary declared, "Aren't you glad I stopped you from making a fool of yourself?" The FBI banner screen cleared, and ads for 900-number porn sites began to flicker on the TV screen. Teddy's head rotated from Mary to the TV to Stick to the TV... 

"Teddy," Mary said deliberately, collecting his attention, "Stick has agreed to be nice - haven't you, Stick?" Teddy's head swiveled to Stick, who nodded. Mary brought him back: "If Stick's nice, you don't have any problem repeating your little encounter, do you? Maybe even moving on to other, more interesting things? I'd be there to protect you..."

Teddy's head was fuzzy. He didn't drink, and a beer and a half had him tracking poorly. "Uh, gimme a sec..." he slurred. His brow furrowed. "I don't think so - but I'm not thinking too good... Besides, didn't you just say he don't have anywhere to go?"

Stick, distracted, glanced at the 900-number ads. Mary cleared her throat. "You're right, Honey! See, you're on top of things! Pay attention now, both of you, this is the deal:" She waited for both sets of eyes to make contact. "Let's recap: Teddy, here, likes to suck a little dick, and he figures that probably makes him gay. Stick apparently has a nice suckable cock, and enjoys the attention quite a bit." Mary eyed them while she dropped the first bomb, "And both of you've been wondering what a dick would feel like in Teddy's ass..."

Teddy went bright red, and glanced sidelong at Stick, who pursed his lips and looked away. Mary grinned, and continued, "Now, Stick doesn't particularly think of himself as being gay, but having his dick sucked is better than nothing. And both of you are running on desperation because neither of you has ever, ever had pussy! How am I doing?"

Teddy couldn't get any sounds out. Stick nodded, however. "I figure you're battin' about a thousand."

"Okay, so we pull back the focus a bit. At least one of you, and probably both, are willing to try gay sex, basically because straight sex isn't available. Teddy, Honey, I have to tell you that from what I've read, that's a normal healthy reaction for STRAIGHT males who don't have a sexual outlet!"

"Huh?" Teddy blinked. He was just getting used to the idea of being gay... Stick just nodded thoughtfully.

Mary reminded the boys of her exposure by lazily reaching down and scratching at her pubic hair. Unnoticed by the boys, the video was going through its title sequence. "Now we come to logistics. While both of you are interested in conducting this grand experiment, neither of you has a place where you could do it in comfort and safety. Am I right?" Stick glanced at Teddy, who was still having trouble working his throat, and nodded, cautiously.

Mary tented her fingers. "Now we come to me. Like you two, I don't get much action. And I don't have a lot of options. So if I were to try to take one of you to bed alone, you'd be more worried that I had wild romantic designs on you than about where you were putting your dick. Right?"

Both boys nodded, Stick, in particular, visualizing Beulah Tyrone - although Fat Mary was a good three steps up from that... 

"So here's the proposition," Mary announced. "I can handle ALL of your problems, for a price. I have a place, here, that's quiet and secure. What's more, since there are three of us, while anybody who sees us together might wonder about various combinations, no one will seriously suspect the two of you of climbing on each other... Finally, I represent an opportunity for you two to compare apples to oranges. You'll have pussy available, too, for comparison with your other activities."

Stick frowned. "I'm missin' it. What's the price?"

Mary smiled. "It's built in - I get to play. You boys get to conduct your grand experiment, but you each have to fuck me, too - nobody leaves until I've had both of your dicks in me. Since there are two of you, you protect each other from me getting all sloe-eyed, just as I protect the pair of you from having the closet door opened on you prematurely." She pointed at the TV screen, where a man was now pounding a woman missionary style while sucking the cock of another man who was kneeling over the woman's head. As the boys took in the scene, the woman began licking the second man's hanging balls. "I want to do stuff like that!"

"Holy shit!" Stick exclaimed, "that's a helluva night you're talkin' about us havin'!"

Mary smiled gently, "I don't REALLY see any reason to limit us to just one..."

Street smarts overrode visions of a cornucopia of sensual delights. "You're not tellin' us somethin'."

Mary got serious. "Okay, Stick - it's like this: I figure that if the two of you come here and dip me often enough, one of you will get romantic notions in spite of himself, and I'll get to have a real boyfriend."

Stick settled back. He could buy that. "What if both of us do?"

Mary laughed. "In that unlikely event, I can only marry one of you. Or we could all just live in sin..." She glanced away at the TV screen where an MMF sandwich was in progress, a male humping a male who was humping a female. Teddy had totally stopped contributing to the conversation - he was too busy staring, goggle-eyed, at the screen. "Teddy," Mary murmured gently, "You really need to stay with us. We're talking about you, too, here."

Teddy blinked owlishly. "You wanna do that..." He waved at the screen. "But that's me in the middle."

"Well, Honey, that's ONE version..." Mary agreed. "Uh, Stick..." She nodded at Teddy's beer bottle. Stick reached over and snatched it.

"Hey!" Teddy spun on Stick, but Mary handled the issue. "Teddy, Honey, you're getting too drunk to enjoy yourself, so I asked Stick to... recover your bottle. I think you've gotten the particulars, but we'd like to be sure - I don't want you all unhappy later..."

Teddy had stopped glaring at Stick and returned his attention to Mary. "Okay. We're all gonna, um... switch-hit. Right? Stick an' I do whatever, an' we both gotta fuck you. Right?"

"Right." Mary traded glances with Stick. "Are you in?"

"Um, this is just tonight? I thought I heard..." Teddy was trying hard to focus.

"Well, we haven't totally ironed it out yet, but I'd like to see you both often, if tonight goes well..." Mary said, holding Teddy's eyes.

"Oh." Teddy turned a ludicrously serious face to Stick. "Stick? What d'you think?" He paused for a moment, and his next comment was a lot more focused: "She's not just looking for sex, you know."

"Yeah," Stick agreed. "I've had a lot worse offers. I'm in."

"Okay," Teddy nodded. "Who's on top?"

Mary started breathing again. Teddy's sudden attack of clarity had worried her. There was a good chance that Stick might decide to cut his losses. But he hadn't - in fact... She shook herself. "Why don't we start in pairs, and the third can do whatever seems to make sense?"



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Chapter 112: Childhood's end


Merry and Belle were in the laundry, Merry supervising Belle's cleaning of the shower curtain. "Our Master punishes infractions harshly, but is otherwise lenient. Do you think that this is going to be a problem?" Merry asked.

"Mistress?" Belle responded blankly, "I don't understand."

"Our Master is concerned that he might be required to beat you regularly. Do you think that this will be the case?" Merry clarified.

"I... do not know, Mistress. I have much to learn, but am eager to please..." Belle said, brightly.

"I'M not here to beat you! Let's not take our Master too literally. We are sisters in bondage; you may speak freely to me." Merry said, winking.

"I honestly don't know... Right now, under these conditions, I'm going to do what I'm told - the thought of that whip..." Belle shuddered. "Later - who knows? He DOES plan to turn me loose at some point, doesn't he?"

Merry's eyes twinkled. "That would be telling! We had a deal that went something like this: I submitted, and he released me whenever he felt like it. I had another life, so it never went too long. You have another life, too - at least, for now." She favored Belle with a deep regard, "You know that he expects that you will submit to him again..."

Belle shook her head, "I don't know about that!"

"He's pretty good at what he does - a good bit of which is reading us!" Merry replied. "That thing's done," she said, indicating the shower curtain, "Let's go upstairs and get you washed off."

Upstairs in the bath, Merry started the shower, tested the temperature, and waved Belle in - but didn't leave. "His other worry is that this will be an issue in our working relationship."

Belle was concentrating on the areas she had soaked when her bladder let go, and wondering if she had time to wash her hair. "Sorry?"

"Well," Merry amplified, "our positions are reversed..." She paused, sensing Belle had some quandary, "Need any help?"

"Um, do I have time for my hair?" Belle queried.

"Is it high maintenance? It's a grey area - he directed that you be clean, but if he gets impatient..." Merry worried at the problem.

"Would he beat me?"

"Nooo, I don't think so..." Merry replied. "Fair is fair - worst case would be that he would come up here and jerk you out of the shower. You'd just be wet, or whatever."

Belle nodded. "I'll pass, then. It takes a while to blow-dry." She paused. "As to the other thing, I can't hold you responsible for doing what he tells you to do. Besides, it's kind of a different world, isn't it?"

"Yes," Merry agreed, "I'd never presume... HE might, though."

"He might what?" Belle asked, swiping under her breasts to get water to the soap still there.

"He might, uh, 'recall you to active duty' if you get my meaning," Merry clarified. "You realize that, whatever happens, your life as it was is over. Even if you never come back..."

Belle frowned. "I have to think about that. Part of me agrees, but I need to understand why."

Merry nodded. "Time and introspection have brought me a long way, but I'm not completely there yet, either. I don't think anyone ever is..."

"What will he want to do when we return?" Belle asked.

"You'll complete the dare - in spades, if I know our master!" Merry replied, grinning. "After that - I don't think even HE knows..."

"You seem happy..." Belle observed, as Merry handed her a towel.

Merry's grin widened, "I get to discover whether women really know more about cunnilingus... Hey, let's put on some body lotion - it won't hurt to be smooth and silky!"

Expecting Robert to be less than patient, the girls applied body lotion on one another in a workmanlike fashion, rather that treating it as the sensual act it could have been. On their return downstairs, they found Robert, fully dressed (well, in his robe and jogging suit trousers) seated in the chair, apparently lost in thought. The pair knelt up before him, and Robert examined both, closely. "Isn't there a bit of a glow here I don't remember seeing?" he asked.

"Body lotion, Master," Merry replied. "We thought it might make things more... pleasant."

"Hmmph. Let me see... Turn around!" Robert directed. The women complied, presenting their backs to him and he applied a hand to each, caressing, getting a relative feel. Merry was smooth, taut, muscular, while Belle presented the springier feel and periodic changes in texture at the creases where the rolls of her - well, fat, actually - supplied a dip. Belle wasn't huge, or anything, but there was quite a bit more there, and some of it would definitely count as excess... Nonetheless, the texture was rich, not unpleasant, and not as prone to exposing the underlying rib structure as Merry's. Both were slick and silky smooth from the lotion, and Robert found each pleasant in her own way. Continuing the comparison, from this angle Belle's larger, heavier breasts telegraphed themselves much more clearly from the sides and rear, while Merry's smaller ones were somewhat less visible, even from the sides. Of course, Merry's rode higher; Belle's had, as expected, surrendered to gravity to a much greater extent. Asses were quite a bit different: Merry's was rounded, and rode high, while Belle's was a broad slab set on her wide hips Robert's mouth quirked, he suspected that he was going to enjoy collecting his part of the dare... On an impulse, he directed, "Up on your hands, I want to see your lower halves." The women did as instructed, dropping onto their hands and raising their asses. Belle moved to close her legs, prompting a sharp "Don't!" from Robert. Interestingly, despite her wider construction, Belle's thighs didn't rub; like Merry, she had a three-finger gap along her pudenda where her thighs joined her hips. It was something that Robert thought incredibly sexy; discovering Merry's appearance in a bikini had been the impetus for Robert's concerted efforts to obtain her affections two decades before.

Robert knelt, reached out, and ran a hand along a smooth inner thigh from each, discovering much the same differences in texture, although in this case there were no active fat pads - more muscle was to be found on each in this area. Robert dropped back a bit to compare pudenda by touch, finding that although both had fat pads over their pubic bones, Merry's was smaller and confined to the same plane as her patch of pubic fur, while Belle's actually contributed to the thickness of her outer labia. Robert smiled: both sets of inner labia had sprung open at his touch, revealing the pink channels leading from their clitoral hoods to their vaginal openings. Both sported a thick patch of pubic hair although Belle had obviously trimmed hers for length in anticipation of this encounter. Robert wondered briefly whether he cared to experiment with having them shave; a smooth mons had always been a draw for him, not that he had any interest in young stuff. No, it was much more a matter of visual appeal; you could clearly see your working surfaces... Still, fur was cute, too... Maybe he'd dictate that they shave down to a vertical strip, for starters. Merry had feathery blonde wisps along her arms, her lower back, and in a trail from her navel to her pubes. They were extremely thin and light, and the light had to be just right to see them - and Robert loved them, despite Merry's ongoing concern over their extent.

Robert walked forward on his knees and gathered in breasts for examination, Merry's, in this position, were basically conical, while Belle's were drooping globes. Nipples were also a contrast: Merry's were relatively narrow, stiffly pointed, and brownish in color, while Belle's were fatter, somewhat flattened horizontally, and pink. Robert fondled each, wondering how on Earth he was going to deal with two such very different women... Not to mention the fact that while theoretically he owned Merry in fee simple, he really didn't want her unhappy and jealous... 

Well, on with the show... "Very nice, both of you," he approved as he rose. He wandered over to the somewhat untidy pile of accoutrements left by Belle's foray into Merry's display and extracted the bar and the ankle binders. Obviously, if he could very clearly delineate their relative status... Regarding Belle, he announced, "Your current status virtually requires that I bind you, at this point. Therefore, before we continue the evening's entertainment..." He went back to the chair and sat down. "Left foot, please..."

Belle glanced back over her shoulder, puzzled, and Robert stuck out his hand. Belle lifted her leg and placed her ankle in the extended palm. Robert held it and began buckling on a restraint. "Merry, bring me the quirt - I think it's foolish to expect that we won't have to tune things..." This subtle manipulation was designed to accomplish a couple of things: It reminded Belle that she lived under the threat of the lash, it provided Merry with something to do, and it reminded BOTH of them of their relative positions. When Merry returned, he had her kneel to the left of the chair, rather than in front of it. The reason why became rapidly apparent when Robert had Belle shift to the left and present her other ankle for the binders. When he was done, he directed, "Okay, knees down and ankles up!" He collected the bar, and nodded to Merry to connect the left side to Belle's left ankle while he connected the right. Once completed, he retrieved the quirt from Merry and used it, not to strike Belle, but rather to goose her by flicking it against her labia, gently, "Move forward a bit, now... Are we ready? All right, Belle, turn around and assume the ready position..." Robert glanced at the quirt in his hand, frowned, and turned to Merry. "Bring me the paddle."

Meanwhile, Belle did as instructed, crawling forward a bit, turning around, and kneeling, knees necessarily apart, erect, palms on thighs. As Merry returned with the paddle, Robert asked, "So, Belle, are you ready to prove me right?"

"Yes, Master!" Belle responded, her face a mask.

"Why is that - fear?" Robert prompted.

"Yes, Master..." The look on Belle's face said there was more to it.

Robert resumed the interrogation, "But apparently, at this point, fear isn't the whole impetus. Am I correct?"

"Yes, Master!" Belle seemed relieved that he was leading her in this direction.

"Perhaps we've offered you a justification?" Robert pretended to ruminate, "A reason to forgive yourself for doing something you're interested in, but cannot justify solely on the basis that you are a wanton?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Is this because you are NOT a wanton?"

"Yes, Master!" Belle's eyes glowed, but she'd been had.

"Oops! Wrong answer!" Robert announced, merrily. "In this place, you ARE a wanton - because I direct that you be! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master..." Belle's expression indicated that she was unsure just exactly where she had wandered off the tracks, but she was pretty sure she was back on them... After a moment, her brow cleared, and she was again all attention.

Robert chuckled. "If it were something I were required to do, I would apologize - I led you astray in order to justify a bit of warm-up that I think will be valuable. Since I do NOT have to justify my actions, however..." He turned to Merry, retrieving the paddle, "We'll need the lube, now - then you can comport yourself on the couch to receive Belle's first effort at muff- diving." Turning to Belle, he waved the paddle. "Over onto your hands and approach the couch, Slave."

Belle rotated back to her hands and knees, and crawled toward the couch, Robert following. He stepped around in front of Belle, and announced, "It occurs to me that I might need some preparation..."

Belle got the hint. She reached up and gently slid the jogging suit pants down Robert's legs, past his obviously completely prepared cock. She held them while Robert stepped out of the collapsed legs, and put them aside. Then she returned her attention to Robert's cock.

It was nice, she decided, not disproportionately huge, nor less than it should be. A bit larger than Nick's, perhaps... Engaging Robert's eyes, she got a nod, and, moving forward, ovalled her lips around the head. This wasn't exactly new territory for her - she'd done Nick many times, and she had a couple of other experiences under her belt, so she didn't bother to pretend that it was unusual or unpleasant, or any other reaction, real or feigned - she just started sucking. It was pleasant, too, all in all; it had been years since Belle had sucked a cock, and she found that she'd missed it, a bit... Not that it was an act that would ever give HER an orgasm, but there was always a certain sense of satisfaction when the dam broke... Belle knew before she had his glans fully covered that Robert did NOT need any preparation - he was rock hard - but who was she to destroy the fiction?

Merry came back and stood behind Belle, watching her work, the lube bottle in her hand, and a wistful look in her eye as it traveled up and down her back. Robert had effectively closed off Merry's access to the couch, but... Robert took her in and reached down, halting Belle with a hand below her chin. "I'm going to sit a bit, and let you work. Merry, I sense that you might enjoy the lubrication effort?"

"Yes, Master!" Merry's eyes glowed. Robert seated himself slowly on the edge of the couch, Belle carefully accommodating his movements while remaining engaged with his penis. Robert's eyes flickered, and Merry knelt to her work.

Robert encouraged Belle's renewed efforts by wrapping his left hand around the back of her head. Belle resumed immediately, Robert directing. "Eyes on mine," he instructed, and Belle craned to comply, feeling the first cool dampness as Merry dribbled lubricant along the crack of her ass from the vicinity of her tailbone. Robert watched her eyes, savoring the distraction.

Merry went about her work, absorbed. She lay a finger along Belle's perineum, and dribbled lube down the deep valley between the heavy moons. Catching some on her finger, she applied it gently to the little brown bud. After a moment, she attempted penetration, and discovered that the lubrication made it easy. She withdrew and circled the bud with her finger, encouraging a relaxation, then again inserted her fingertip. Acceptance was even less difficult, and when she withdrew, the opening didn't quite close; obviously, Belle was cooperating. Merry took advantage of this and dribbled a dab more lube, using her finger parked just below the sphincter as a dam. This appeared to work, the oily liquid covered the sphincter, and she teased a bit inside. "Bow your back a bit, Dear," Merry directed absently.

Robert glanced up, eyebrow arched at Merry's temerity - but he HAD directed her to accomplish this... He returned a nod to the question in Belle's eyes, and she complied with Merry's request, raising her ass and lowering her belly.

Merry applied some upward pressure above Belle's sphincter in an effort to tease it open again, and was rewarded by a slight elongation that allowed more of the captured lubricant to flow. Merry teased it with the pad of her finger until it was actively nibbling at the end of her finger, slowly teasing the captive puddle into the opening until it was effectively gone. Then she slid her oily fingers along Belle's labia, drawing them back and forth along the outside of her nether lips.

Robert, watching Belle's eyes, found it obvious that she found this to be pleasurable. Belle's eyes would go dreamy as she accepted Merry's efforts - obviously, the fingering wasn't producing any pain. "Give her a bit more," he directed.

Merry nodded vacantly, and began to work her finger into Belle's anus, slowly sliding a bit in, and with drawing it, then going for a bit more real estate. She could feel the tissues being forced aside, a novel feeling - but she could also tell that there WAS a path, and that she wasn't effecting any damage. After a few strokes, Belle began to loosen up; Merry took advantage of this by bearing downward, with her finger, distorting the relaxed sphincter, and pouring a bit more lube down her channel, using the finger as a guide. Belle's eyes widened a bit in the face of this activity, but it was short-lived, and didn't damage anything. Certainly, Belle had done similar to Merry a bit before... 

Robert was seriously worried that his enjoyment of Belle's efforts at fellatio would result in an orgasm and subsequent difficulty with the anal penetration. Belle was doing an excellent job; only an occasional lapse of attention while distracted by events at her nether end had saved Robert thus far. But it DID provide him with an alibi: "I'd prefer to maintain my penis whole," he grunted, "so why don't you just hold it while you concentrate on other things?" This comment was patently unfair to Belle, who had done nothing wrong, but... She looked up, contrite, and Robert softened things, "You were doing fine, but the work going on back there is more important. We'll get back to me, if necessary." Belle settled his glans on her tongue, and he watched as her eyes glazed, primary emphasis being shifted to discerning what was going on at her anus.

Merry was just preparing a second finger; she'd shifted from index to middle finger a bit before, to get the advantage of the additional length - now she was going to add it back to gain the advantage in girth. Belle would need at LEAST that much spread to accommodate Robert; frankly, she had three in mind... To sweeten the deal, she grasped Belle's clitoral hood between her thumb and index finger and began to rub it. Belle writhed; both her pussy and her sphincter pulsed, and Merry gained the moment of relaxation she sought for the entry. She milked the loose hood a bit more, thumb dragging along Belle's damp channel, obtaining direct contact with the alert nub while her crooked finger held the loose covering tissue in place. Belle signified her willingness to do just about anything to get this treatment to continue by driving her ass onto the probing fingers to the limit she was able.

For Belle, the assault was Heavenly; her clit was pouring flashes throughout her body, and the fingers in her anus felt, well, good! While not completely comfortable, the sensation of fullness was naggingly familiar, and she wanted it to continue... 

"Okay, time to get ready!" Robert announced, and without further preamble, took up the paddle and smacked Belle on the ass!

Belle lurched forward, inadvertently burying Robert's cock in her throat. "Urrgh!" She threw herself backward, gasping, only to find herself again impaled on Merry's fingers.

Robert murmured, "That was nice, come forward and take it again..." Belle took a breath and moved to comply, but couldn't quite bury it. Robert, expecting this, again wielded the paddle, and again Belle found herself choking on Robert's erection. This time, she didn't retreat immediately, but managed to hold herself in position.

In a moment, Robert backed off and rose. "Merry, we're switching ends. Belle, hold your position." As he rose, he held up a finger to tell Merry not to go far. He rounded behind Belle, and murmured, "Want to use the excess?" nodding at Merry's well-lubricated fingers. Merry wiped her hands along Robert's cock, dispensing as much of the lubricant as she could along his length. Robert settled on his knees behind Belle. "All right, Belle, it's your show..."

Merry took her position on the couch and settled in as Belle turned her head to engage Robert's eyes. "Master? Where do I start?"

Robert thought a bit. "Merry, I think," he replied, "Just don't forget about me..."

Belle nodded and turned her attention to Merry, who spread her legs, grinning from ear to ear. She locked eyes with Merry, and moved slowly forward, tongue already extended. Allowing it to penetrate directly into the wet valley between Merry's labia, she got her first taste of female essence. She stopped for a moment to assess the flavor, and grinned at Merry as she directed a more concerted attack on her mons, delivering a broad sweep up the pink valley between her labia.

Merry closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as the wet probe washed over her inner lips and Belle, encouraged, began a more directed attack on her clitoris. Moments later, an openly panting Merry was guiding Belle's efforts from hands buried in her dark hair. "Oh, God!" Merry gasped, "Mmmmmmm!"

With Merry under control, Belle moved forward into her lap as much as possible, then reached blindly for Robert's erection. Robert hung back for a moment, trying to decide whether to tease Belle, but ultimately decided that it served no purpose and came forward on his knees, bumping the head of his distended cock against the tiny brown ring that was its target. Belle got a grip, thanked God that it appeared to be slick, and steadied it by means of the hand on its shaft as she tried to make the irresistible force penetrate the immovable object.

After a moment of shaking and sweating, lubrication and relaxation won the day, and Belle's anus began to flower open around Robert's fleshy probe. Both participants sighed in relief, Belle at the accomplishment, and Robert that he had been able to maintain himself stiffly enough to be effective. Watching the head slowly disappear into the tight opening was a turn-on, though, and he firmed up nicely, becoming rock-solid once again as the rim of his glans popped through the tight opening.

With Robert securely imbedded, Belle stopped to take stock. She returned attention that had been noticeably lacking to her abuse of Merry's clit, causing her to arch her back, moaning, and drive her head into the couch back to provide a base from which to push more of her sensitive pussy flesh into Belle's mouth. Belle took advantage of this pushback to once again constrict herself toward Merry, drawing Robert with her, then drive her tingling ass back onto its fleshy invader.

Tightness and a void in lubrication caused her to stop and back off a bit with Robert embedded to about four and a half inches. As she recovered the distance and pressed on, Robert reached out and began to rub her stinging asscheeks. Inside Belle, a switch flicked. Triggered by the comfortable/uncomfortable fullness in her anus, and the burning feel of her asscheeks, suddenly a synapse spat and memories flooded in... 

Arthur Newton threw down his newspaper as the sounds of another altercation between his wife, Elaine, and twelve-year-old Annie grew markedly louder. Annie had reached that stage where she KNEW that all adults - and particularly her mother - were fools, and open warfare between the pair occurred with increasing frequency. Arthur rolled his eyes, and began ascending the stairs to the increasingly loud accompaniment of the shrill argument. As he reached the head of the stairs, Annie was holding forth in a scathing voice, "I'm NO LONGER EIGHT, you know! I'm TWELVE, and I can't go on wearing RAGS like THIS!"

Arthur stuck his head in the door to observe the pair pushing something that his sketchy understanding of female fashion tentatively identified as a pinafore as Elaine, red-faced, hotly returned, "Well, you're NOT going anywhere in THAT, Young Lady!" glaring at Annie's miniskirt and tank top.

"MOM! Do you see THESE?" Annie indicated the pair of fat, round breasts spilling out of her obviously too-small 30A bra, "They don't FIT in THIS!" Annie laid her hand on the top of the garment in question. "Besides, it's ANCIENT!"

From a pure bust-line point of view, Annie appeared to have a point; Arthur, having arrived late, still had a grip on his temper and could look at these things logically. He was still trying to find a way to support Annie while avoiding compromise of Elaine's parental authority when Annie made the point moot by reaching out and tearing the garment down the front!

This lit Arthur's fuse, and he immediately leaped into the breach. Grasping Annie by the upper arm, he gave her a good shake and roared, "We do NOT tear up perfectly good clothing in a fit of pique, Young Lady! Temper tantrums will NOT be tolerated! You're in for a spanking!" Arthur pushed Annie across the room toward her vanity stool. Elaine puffed up and prepared to add further hot words, but Arthur wasn't pleased with HER, either. Snatching up the garment, he thrust it at her, casting her a glare and murmured, "YOU didn't do too well, here, either! Go cool down!" Elaine, who was virtually purple with rage, looked at the dress for a moment, blinked, and stalked out. They'd have THEIR fight later - but in the meantime, Annie would get hers... 

Annie stood by her vanity, bluster a thin covering over her fear. "I'm too old to be spanked, Daddy!" she announced in a shaky voice.

"Not when you act like a spoiled brat, you aren't!" Arthur replied. "Do you want me to use a belt?" He reached for his, eyeing her meaningfully.

"N-no, Daddy!" Annie cringed.

"Then drop your panties and bend over my lap!" Arthur directed, seating himself on the stool.

Annie did as she was told, stepping out of her pink cotton panties, and Arthur accidentally discovered that she had a thin covering of pubic hair on her mons. This prompted second thoughts - maybe this WASN'T a good idea - but the die was cast; he couldn't back out, now! Still, the jean skirt was just short enough - and just tight enough - to be completely in the way. "Drop the skirt, too! What in the Hell do you think you're doing, tearing things up? Haven't we taught you any better?" This noise was as much to cover his embarrassment as anything else, at this point, but it kept Annie's mind fixed on the upcoming punishment, rather than her (their) predicament.

"Y-yes, Daddy!" she replied, sniffling.

"Well, we apparently missed a trick, somewhere," Arthur grunted and collected her arm as she sidled up and dragged her across his knees, pinning her with his left arm. "Now I have to fine-tune things!" That said, he delivered a hefty open-handed swat to her right butt cheek.

Annie's eyes popped open in shock! God, that hurt! How come it was always worse than you remembered it being?

Arthur waited only a second before delivering the mirror strike on her left cheek, precursor to a raining pattern of alternating strikes that seemed to go on and on... 

They did, too; Arthur was determined to provide a memorable lesson, and he conserved his energy, keeping things spaced at about a second and a half between strikes to ease the impact on his hand and maintain his energy level.

Twenty swats came and went, Annie crying her eyes out before five had been completed, and still the barrage continued. But the effects changed - the stinging pain inflicted by the early strokes mediated to a warm burning sensation as endorphins flashed through Annie's system, and another, less easily catalogued sensation began to build in Annie's loins... 

Arthur first became aware of the situation when he discovered that his hand was wet. What the--? Had Annie's bladder let go? Surely, he hadn't hit her THAT hard... He leaned right to take stock, and discovered that his daughter possessed an extremely adult-looking pudenda, the lips of which were open, and wet with... lubricant? He took another swing, and noticed that, at the last moment, Annie twitched her ass so that he missed the targeted round cheek and impacted a much more intimate location. He took another shot, and Annie, anticipating the pattern, twitched the opposite way, again taking the shot dead center.

Annie was bright red from the top of her head across the shoulders that emerged from her tank top. She was breathing funny and she had this feeling in her - pussy? - that seemed like it was the great-grandaddy of that itchy, uncontrollable sensation you get when you scratch a scab. The only thing that seemed to bring any relief was when Daddy's fingers smacked her down there - and THAT only seemed to lead to a new wave of urgency... The sting on her butt cheeks from the spanking was still there, but it didn't matter any more... If anything, maybe it helped her get to this feeling that was growing in her belly!

The realization that the spanking had suffered a metamorphosis thundered through Arthur. Jesus! What was he doing? Bewilderment robbed him of the strength he had been bringing to the effort even as he stopped trying to miss Annie's intended target. The result of the change of emphasis was that Arthur found himself raining light slaps directly upon Annie's labia from perineum to clitoris. Annie started puffing like a bellows and shaking, crying "S-spank me, Daddy! I was... b-bad!"

As the effects of his effort sank home, Arthur became shamefully aware that his penis had become a ridgepole in the tent of his boxers, and that, having gone this far, he didn't see how he could stop! Obviously, Annie was approaching orgasm - it wouldn't be fair to leave her hanging... Lulled by the distraction of her powerful arousal, Arthur continued to rain light slaps on Annie's unprotected nether lips.

Annie was drifting on the wings of some incredible, unknown imperative. All she knew was that in a few moments, Heaven was going to open up and suck her in. Into this overload of sensation came the realization than a hot iron bar lay across her lower belly, so Annie moved her right hand to the area to investigate. Recognition actually increased her arousal, and she rubbed her father's rigid bar of flesh through his trousers and turned dreamy, pleasure drugged eyes to his and said,"Oh, Daddy, how sweet! You love me!"

Arthur lost control. Unable to continue the slaps, he applied his open hand to her pussy, rubbing and kneading and attacking her clitoral area in particular. Already incredibly aroused, Annie took no time at all to stiffen, arching her back and emitting a high whine while her stomach clenched and the vagina under it rolled and pulsed. Stars shone before her eyes, and waves of pleasure suffused her.

The hand clutching his erection to her rolling stomach set Arthur off, and he soaked his boxers in a copious flood of semen, caught up in the collateral effects of his daughter's powerful orgasm. Both of them drifted out, losing track of their surroundings.

Arthur returned to relative sanity to find his daughter cuddled on his lap, arms around his neck, and rubbing her titties on his chest sighing dreamily, "Daddy! That was SOooo nice..." His trousers were a swamp - he must have cum a quart, at least... 

"Honey, it was SUPPOSED to be punishment! We took a wrong turn, somewhere..." For the life of him, he couldn't figure out where, exactly.

Annie couldn't have told him; all she knew was that in the middle of all that pain, a door opened, and she scuttled through to an incredible place - one that she was grateful to her father for showing her! "Daddy," she cooed, "will you spank me again?"

Arthur, shaken, tried to gloss the whole thing over. "Perhaps I shouldn't. Apparently, you ARE too old..."

Annie knew when it was time to backtrack. "Oh, I don't know," she replied, matter-of-factly, "It stung pretty bad... That's what it was supposed to do, right? I got the message..."

"I hope so!" Arthur replied fervently, "I hope it didn't get lost in what happened, after..."

"Oh, no! I learned!" Annie poured it on, and Arthur saw what he wanted - needed - to see. Nodding, he chivvied her off his lap, sighing, "God, I hope so!" and moved on mentally to the problem of how he was going to clean himself up... A quick change of clothing and a trip to the dry cleaners removed the evidence of his guilty emission, but did nothing for the underlying problem: Annie had discovered sex, strange sex, and her father was identified as a prime supplier, like it or not! Arthur was disgusted and horrified with his behavior, but couldn't defend himself against Annie's mix of affection, youth, and dynamic sexual tension. Three days later, a mother - daughter run-in resulted in a pile of broken crockery, and Elaine insisted that Arthur again apply corporal punishment. This interlude only barely got off the ground as a punishment session, and by its end Arthur was a co- conspirator, having been unable to resist the wiles of his pre-teen sexual dynamo. The good news: No mess! - Annie succeeded at her first effort at fellatio.

But the secret was short-lived and its exposure brought destruction. Three days later, Annie got a randy itch and precipitated another 'punishment' session by trashing a ceramic ballerina. Elaine determined that she wanted to witness Annie's come-uppance firsthand. She waited a few minutes, listening for the sounds of the punishment being administered, and crept upstairs.

Annie was just finishing an appeal for a new experience: "C'mon, Daddy, it'll be safe! We'll put in in my ass!" she cajoled, very proud of being able to use the word 'ass'. "I can't get pregnant from that, (pregnant was another adult word) and you'll have fun! Afterwards, you can lick me again!" She eyed him sidelong.

Arthur sighed. The little minx was irresistible, especially sitting here on his lap, naked, holding his hands over her titties. What a nice set... "Honey, that's not something you can just DO! We'd need lubrication, or we'd BOTH get torn up!"

"Oh..." Annie pondered, "Oh! What about this?" She hopped up and dashed off to her vanity, returning with a bottle of baby oil.

"Well, maybe..." Arthur was doubtful. This was getting a little out of hand, anyway. "Honey, I REALLY don't need to do this..."

"Aww, c'mon! I'll bend over, and you can make me all slickery!" Annie begged, "If it doesn't work for fingers, we'll try something else, next time - but I wanna feel you in me!"

Arthur shook his head, "Well, all right - but if it doesn't seem to be working, I'm not gonna push it!"

"'Kay!" Annie knelt up on the bed, and Arthur gingerly applied a little baby oil around her tiny rosebud. In moments, it was apparent that the lubricant was working; Annie's little opening readily accepted Arthur's fingertip. "Oooo! That feels weird!"

Arthur snatched his hand away, and Annie turned to him. "Why did you stop?"

"You said..."

"Oh, Daddy!" Annie rolled her eyes, "I said it felt weird - I DIDN'T say I didn't LIKE it! C'mon, let's see how far you can go!" Annie reached for her father's zipper, unzipped it, and began delving in his boxers for his cock.

It was adequate inducement for Arthur to shelve his doubts. Annie's warm hand on his cock adjusted his priorities. It was one thing to come up with these ideas and push them on Annie - he wouldn't, couldn't have done it! But it was quite another to resist her pleading when SHE had the idea... "Honey," he asked, working the finger in gently, "Where on Earth do you come up with these ideas?"

"Geez, Daddy, I'm in Sex Ed!" Annie chastised, "Just because Mommy lives in the Dark Ages doesn't mean I do!"

"Lighten up on your mother," Arthur chided, "You STILL don't know as much as you think you do." Besides, Arthur thought to himself, Elaine isn't bad... Not too inventive, but not bad... 

"Mmmmm," Annie announced, "This is working! Go for two, Daddy!"

Annie was right. Arthur's middle finger was encountering little resistance. The nibbling little opening was closed around his finger, but it wasn't tight; he wasn't forcing it... "Okay." Arthur withdrew, and worked his index finger into the opening, making sure it was properly lubed. This took virtually no time, so he gently wormed the middle finger back in, then joined the now well-lubed index finger with it. Moments later, he was running both, full stroke.

"Okay, Daddy," Annie announced, fondling her father's cock, "I'm ready! Sit on the bed, and we'll try THIS!"

Arthur sat and rubbed slippery fingers along his erection while Annie got off the bed. She came around and settled on his lap, her legs outside his, and raised up on tiptoe. "Okay," she husked, "Put it in!"

Arthur oriented his cock head on the tiny opening, and Annie began to settle... The spongy probe slowly sank into Annie's body before Arthur's glazed eyes. When the head was fully inserted, Annie stopped for a moment, and grabbed her father's hand, directing it into her clitoral folds. "Mmmmm! I like this!" she moaned.

Elaine, hovering outside the bedroom door, wondered why there wasn't more noise? Opening the door a crack, she beheld her daughter, nude, with a beautific smile on her face, settling herself onto her husband's cock! Elaine's eyes bulged, the door flew open, and the yelling and screaming began!

Elaine snatched Annie off Arthur's lap, and for a few seconds no one could even make out the content of her screamed imprecations. But after a moment, it became clear she wanted Arthur out of the room, immediately! Arthur collected himself, and hurried out.

It was the last Annie ever saw of her father.

The site of the yelling and screaming altered between Annie's room, which she was forbidden to leave, and various other parts of the house, but apparently Arthur had been packing during most of it. Annie was never sure exactly when he hit the door, becase her mother just continued to vent, unimpeded.

Elaine never called the police, and never got word one from Annie about the incident, but she had plenty of leverage on Arthur. He left town, abandoning his job and career, although the support checks flowed regularly. Elaine tried on a number of occasions to ascertain exactly what went on between Annie and her father, but she was determined to protect him; by the next morning, Annie's official position was that the incident was something her mother had made up out of whole cloth - she even began to refer to the incident as 'Momma's fit'! Over the next few months, Elaine brought several people - maybe police, maybe psychologists; Annie didn't know - to try to worm out of Annie the details of her relationship with her father, but Annie kept the faith. The official story was that whatever happened, it wasn't Daddy's fault; Mommy had had some kind of fit, made terrible accusations, and ran Daddy off. Sex? Why would Daddy do that? Did he make uninvited advances? No, Daddy never did anything to me I didn't like... 

The relationship between mother and daughter alternated between explosive and totally sterile. At some point, Elaine did enough of a mental reconstruction of her glimpse of the incident to recognize that Annie had probably architected the assignation, which didn't help things. Annie moved out on her own as soon as it was legally and economically possible, but the damage was done - Daddy was gone!

A part of Annie had lived through that awful evening hundreds of times, trying to mitigate the disaster and keep Daddy home so they could enjoy one another, before she finally blocked it out totally, unable to endure the pain and guilt. But tonight, Annie had a second chance! Mommy was here, but as long as she licked her pussy, she wasn't yelling!

Robert and Merry became aware that something was up when Belle stopped moving, Robert's cock half-embedded in her. She stopped licking Merry's clitoris, which brought immediate attention. Merry looked down at Belle's face, noting the glassy, inward stare. For a moment, she figured, as Robert was also in the process of surmising from his position, that Belle had stopped because she sensed some discomfort, and was analyzing the problem - but the pause went on for half a minute without Belle moving a muscle, and she began to get concerned. Merry reached out and ran her fingers through Belle's hair... 

... And Little Annie looked up fuzzily from her crotch and announced in a high warble, "Look, Daddy! Mommy's not yelling! I'll keep her happy, and we can finish this time! Yay!" She ducked her head and began attacking Mommy's clit voraciously, while shoving her butt enthusiastically back onto Daddy's nice, fat cock, her free hand whirling over her clit!

'Mommy' and 'Daddy' exchanged startled glances. Robert motioned Merry to clap her thighs over Belle's ears and whispered, "That isn't Belle, is it?"

Merry shook her head, "No, and I don't think it's the Ann we know, either. Her eyes are funny. I think she's reliving something..."

Robert pondered, but started moving, too; Belle had finished impaling herself, and it was his turn to take action... "I think it's important to her that we all enjoy ourselves. Play along, and try not to say anything that might end it prematurely for her..."

Merry gasped, nodding. "That's not hard," she whispered, "She licks a mean clit!"

Merry released her legs from their grip on Belle's head, but replaced it with more positive control from hands buried in her hair. Annie/Ann/Belle needed little direction, however, her enthusiasm more than making up for any momentary lapses, and Merry's head rolled from left to right and back to left again, moaning, as she absorbed the pleasurable attack.

Robert set up a steady stroke, allowing himself to enjoy the buttery feel of Belle's ass. He figured that bringing himself to orgasm wasn't going to be a problem, but timing might be an issue.

Annie was in Heaven! Mommy was moaning and groaning and clutching at her - a far cry from yelling and screaming - and Daddy... God, his cock felt nice, filling her ass! Maybe next time she'd push things and get him to put the thing in her pussy... The two fingers whirling on her clit knew EXACTLY what they were doing, and the flashes and sparks mixed with the wonderful, pounding, full sensation in her ass... 

Merry's hips were rolling constantly, and it was clear that she was in another world, as Belle began to quiver from head to foot and lose control of her movements. Her head popped up and she squealed, "Cum with me, Daddy! Cum with me! I'm cumming!" She dropped back down and engaged Merry's pussy, but Robert could tell that her control was gone. She began to thrash, and he began feeling rolling pulsations as her sphincter partook of her climax, so he doubled his pace and pounded it to her for a half-dozen strokes, the impact of his balls on Belle's pussy adding to her peak. This did the job - he drove his cock deep into Belle's ass and began ejaculating in long, hard pulses that Annie felt, to her joy! "Yay! That's soooo good, Daddy! Sooooo good!" At that point, she drifted totally loose, surrendering herself to the pleasure.

Robert came back relatively quickly, and, having caught his breath, surreptitiously reached down to release Belle's right ankle restraint from the bar. As he finished, Annie/Belle lurched up, obviously still loopy, and hugged Merry to her, crying "Oh, Mommy, that was so nice! Why didn't we do that the first time?" Merry petted her hair while looking sad, knowing that, whether it was good for Belle or not, her reinsertion into the present would be an unpleasant experience.

Robert reached down to clear the left restraint, but he wasn't as adept with his left hand, and that triggered the end of Annie's joy. Hugging Mommy, she felt Daddy tugging at her left ankle and rose up to ask her what he was doing. But the sad face that met her eyes was not Mommy's... "You're not Mommy..." Annie whined, and dreading it already, she turned to regard the man behind her, "... And you're not Daddy..." Time dilated, and huge tears appeared as Ann/Belle returned to the present. Merry took her into her arms again as she collapsed against her, sobbing wracking sobs. Robert knelt there, solemn, thinking. What could he say? Finally, he murmured solemnly, "I am the man you chose to punish you." Then he crawled forward to enclose both of the women in his arms.



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Chapter 113: Some confusion over dates...


The Porter residence was in a somewhat glitzier neighborhood than Nate and Draper were used to frequenting - not that that was necessarily bad news. Alonzo Porter looked up at the sound of the key turning in the lock, and watched as his daughter swept, in, looking fine in her prom dress, followed by her date and another couple. Trouble was, her date was holding hands with the other girl... And who was the other guy? Big, solid fella... Alonzo's though process was interrupted by his daughter's 'explanation': "Hi, Daddy! I'm home, but we're all still kind of hyped up from the dance, so we're going to hang out in the den for a while, okay?" Tenisha swept out without awaiting an answer, collecting the larger dude's hand, the Adams boy and his (white!) date(?) following.

Bess Porter appeared at the head of the stairs. "Who was that? Is Tenisha home?"

"Yeah... She brought some friends." Alonzo was frowning.

"What's the matter, Sugar?" Bess started down the stairs, closing her housecoat over her narrow frame.

"Well..." Alonzo scratched his head, "Didn't Tenisha leave here with the Adams boy?"

"Yes," Bess confirmed, "Why?"

"Well," Alonzo confided, "They're both back, but Tenisha was hauling around some beefy looking dude I've never seen before, and the Adams boy went through here towing a white chick!"

"Really?" Bess blinked. "Well, to be fair, Nate wasn't Tenisha's first choice in dates, and I think it was mutual. Maybe something happened at the Prom... Where are they?"

"Nisha shot me some line about them being all worked up and wanting to settle down in the den." Music began wafting out of the room as Alonzo finished relating this information. Oddly, it wasn't Tenisha's usual choice in rap, but rather a female vocalist singing about... Did it matter? It was a lot easier to talk above, especially at the unaccustomed low volume setting.

Bess crept up to the door and poked her head around. When Tenisha detected her, she covered with, "Do you kids need anything?" Tenisha's glare said 'Don't come in here!' VERY clearly, but Bess was taking in her companions - especially Draper Travis!

Tenisha cleared her throat. "Uh, I don't think so, Mom - well, maybe some Coke?" She looked around for support and got it. "Mostly, we're looking for a little peace and quiet - the dance was noisy!"

"Uh HUH!" Bess gave her daughter the fish-eye, then backed out.

"Well?" Alonzo demanded, "Was I right?"

"Oh, yeah," Bess started to grin, "Looks like things shook out a bit at the Prom. Nisha's new date looks like someone she's had her eye on - Travis something. Probably a good thing - Nate can be bad news."

"So, what's this 'peace and quiet' thing?"

Bess regarded her husband as if his IQ had dropped into the single digits. "Ever hear of necking?"

"Necking!" Alonzo's eyes popped. "Whoa, that leads to..."

"... All kinds of things, including marriage, if I remember our history!" Bess chided.

"Well, I remember a couple of other things, including sex!" Alonzo reminded her.

"Which we got away with, thank God! Alonzo, Nisha's almost eighteen! You've been damn lucky that SHE hasn't had any! The fact that you're only now feeling your fatherhood muscles means that she's had damn little attention from boys - and I haven't seen you holding her while she cried about it!" Bess glared at her husband. "Leave 'em alone!"

"Fine," Alonzo grunted. "I'm going to bed. You can stay up and keep them out of each other's pants."

Bess laughed. "They'd have to be pretty brave to do that! Most likely, her and her girlfriend will just get felt up pretty well - that's tame for Prom night. Remember what WE did?"

Alonzo grunted, "Sure - that's why I'm concerned! What was it - twice, three times - in the back seat of that old Ford?"

"Nisha came home," Bess pointed out, "And I bet they didn't stop on the way!" Alonzo shrugged and turned for the stairs. Bess went to get Cokes.

"We goin' to have parent problems?" Draper asked Tenisha mildly as her mother's head disappeared around the door facing.

"Tough to say," Tenisha replied. "We'll know more when Momma comes back with the Cokes."

"That mean I gotta stop worryin' this spot on your neck?" Draper wondered good-humoredly. Draper's lips on her neck had left Tenisha one big goosebump and her nipples were rock hard.

"Uh uh! You can keep THAT up, Sugar!" Tenisha declared. "We just might have to be a little careful about kissing and such until the coast is clear..."

"Damn! How long will THAT be?" Nate's voice was a frustrated whine.

"Shhhh! Nate, Honey, I'M not their daughter! We don't have to worry so much!" Nora offered her lips, and things got quiet on the love seat. Nora concentrated on keeping Nate's hands off of anything too controversial, which was difficult - for both of them.

Tenisha sat in a chair seat, watching the door, while Draper sat on the arm, leaning over her to attack her neck. The sight of her mother rounding the corner brought Tenisha to full alert, pushing Draper away.

Bess put the Cokes down on the coffee table and asked the obvious question, "So, what happened?"

"Uh, Nate and I didn't work out," Tenisha replied. "A mutual friend asked Draper, here, to ride to the rescue."

"And?" Bess eyed Nate and Nora.

"Well, turns out that the same mutual friend was looking to create another couple," Draper amplified. "Matchmakin', sort of. Nate an' I run together..."

Tenisha took up the explanation, "They didn't have anywhere to go. Nora doesn't normally..." How should she finish that?

Bess locked eyes with Nora. "Your folks might not be thrilled?" Nora nodded tightly. Bess figured she should offer a bit of advice. "Nate's not known for his manners..."

Nora smiled, "I know. I read this book on wild animal training, though..."

"Hey!" Nate complained, "I'm sittin' here G-!" Nora's finger on his lips stopped the curse. Her other hand rubbed his thigh.

"Oh, you're good!" Bess laughed her approval. From the way Nate's eyes had popped, she knew that Nora hadn't selected a leg at random. "Good luck!" Turning to her daughter, she announced, "I'm going to crash in a recliner in the living room. Wake me when it's time for everyone to leave." She turned and swayed out.

Draper nodded, poker-faced. "Seems fair."

"Best we could hope for, I guess," Tenisha replied, and drew him in for a kiss.

Nate and Nora resumed kissing, and Nora let Nate's hands roam at will - and roam they did! But a ball gown didn't offer much access to her crotch, so she was better protected than either of them wanted. Still, Nate managed to worm a hand into her bodice, and was working hard at exploring her ass through her skirt.

Tenisha and Draper had worse problems; the frilly, high-necked gown Tenisha was wearing didn't allow much upper body access, either. Tenisha ached to feel Draper's hands - or mouth - on her nipples... This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, then Tenisha couldn't take it any more. Leaning forward, she whispered, "Unzip me!"

Draper did as he was asked, and Tenisha struggled out of the tight cuffs that ended the puffed sleeves. The whole mess dropped forward leaving her topless except for a black strapless padded bra. Tenisha locked eyes with Draper and dropped that, too.

"Baby, your mama ain't gonna like that!" Draper observed in a whisper while taking in Tenisha's tiny, stiff nippled breasts, "An' it ain't like you're gonna be able to cover..."

"I'll risk it," Tenisha husked.

"Then I'll try to make it worthwhile..." Draper leaned over and sucked in a stiff nipple. He closed soft lips around it, chewing at the stiff bud.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Tenisha moaned. Heavenly! The direct link between her nipples and her clit went live, full bore!

Draper's eyes popped. 'Christ! Mama's in the next room!' he worried.

Bess, true to her word, had dropped into a recliner in the next room and was trying to nap. Problem was, she could hear every rustle, every gasp, every sigh! She could even tell pretty clearly who was moaning what! She was just visualizing what the loud rustling sounds might mean when "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" drifted out of the den! Bess knew EXACTLY what that sound meant - she'd uttered it too often herself! Tenisha had inherited Bess' breasts, and Bess KNEW that Draper had just taken one of those sensitive buds in his mouth! The effect on Bess mirrored the effect on Tenisha, and Bess snarled in sudden resolve. To Hell with this! "Nisha! I'm going to bed! Lock up after your friends!" Bess headed for the stairs; Alonzo had better be awake - Bess wanted a good fucking!

The surprise announcement found Draper and Tenisha struggling over whether Draper would remain attached to her nipple. Draper was CERTAIN that her mother was going to bust them and was trying to break free, but Tenisha would have none of it! After recovering from the spike of fear generated by the announcement, Draper absorbed it's import and stopped struggling, renewing the attack. Tenisha managed to choke out, "Yes, Momma!" before collapsing in the chair, crushing Draper's head to her breast.

Nora waited until she heard the creak of Tenisha's mother's feet on the stair treads and reached for Nate's belt. Nate's eyes popped! Sheeit! The bitch was serious! Fuckin' A! Nora owned Nate in that moment; by the time her hand closed around his cock, she was his woman, and he was her man, and that was all there was to it! "Lemme get that zipper, Baby!" Nate croaked as Nora went to her knees before his erection, and he reached to unzip her dress, freeing her round, coral-nippled breasts. Reverently, he cradled the heavy orbs - but it didn't last long, because he didn't! Totally unprepared for the liquid heat of her mouth, he lost control and ejaculated hugely almost immediately! "Awww, SHIIIIT!!" he groaned in a stage whisper, convulsing.

Nora was trying to figure out what to do with the product of her blinding success at cocksucking! It seemed like gallons of sperm were filling her mouth! Shucks, she'd just gotten a taste of Nate's stiff member, and here it was pulsing like a fire hose! Swallowing seemed the only option, so she did - three times! She continued laving Nate's glans until he gently pushed her away, grimacing at it's over-sensitivity.

"Sorry!" he husked, sadly, "I..." He couldn't go on - he was too ashamed and embarrassed!

Nora looked up at Nate and smiled. Poor thing! He looked like he was about to cry! "Nate, Honey, you KNOW you're not done - and I do, too!" She stood up, using his knees to push off the floor, and murmured, "Help me get this damned dress off!"

She turned around and Nate rose and finished unzipping the zipper. "Uh, up or down?" he asked.

Nora sighed. With her hips? "Up, I'm afraid..." Nate stabilized the dress, not allowing it to slip down as Nora worked it over her head. He sucked in a breath as Nora's generous ass made itself visible, a pair of French cut panties making a ridiculously poor attempt at coverage. Once it was over her head, Nora turned and dropped it over the arm of the loveseat, and stood there, poised in the dimness.

Nate stood there, transfixed! Nora had been relying on the built-in brassiere that the dress sported, so the panties were it - she hadn't bothered with nylons. Removing the dress had absolutely destroyed her hairdo - but that just made her look fragile, defenseless. The round, coral-tipped orbs on her chest were wondrous things, but his eyes drifted to the surprisingly narrow waist, and those hips... Nate's hands itched, and he unconsciously flexed them. The wide hindquarters that Nora was so ashamed of were Disneyland to Nate!

Nora glanced down at the panties, misunderstanding Nate's look. "Kinda stupid, aren't they?" she murmured, and proceeded to step out of them!

"Oh, shit..." Nate breathed. He was totally overloaded! "I-I..." he couldn't really think of anything to say!

"Sorry about the ass," Nora husked, "I'm kind of stuck with it..." At Nate's continued silence, she grimaced, "Is it that bad? Should I get dressed again?"

Nate's eyes bulged. "FUCK NO!" He lurched forward, pulled her in, and put both hands on that heavenly, soft ass! "I LOVE your ass! It's fuckin' BEAUTIFUL!" He started devouring her neck, giving her chills.

Draper and Tenisha looked on, goggle-eyed. Finally, Draper caught his breath, "Hey, y'all ain't gonna fuck right here, are ya?"

Nora looked up from unbuttoning Nate's shirt, sliding her hands under his undershirt to feel his smooth, ridged chest, "I don't know, yet - maybe. We might not have any better opportunity for a while..."

Surprisingly, it was Nate who came up with, "We don' hafta, Babe. Been plenty of shit gone down tonight. I'm pretty clear 'bout where you're comin' from..." Turning to Draper, he announced formally, "Draper, this is my woman. Anybody gives her shit, I'll open up a can of whipass on 'em. Pass the word!"

"You will not!" Nora admonished. "I won't have you getting yourself bashed up just because somebody looks at me cross-eyed! I want you in one piece, you hear me?" She shook him by his shirt.

"Yes, Baby," Nate murmured softly, gazing into her eyes. He looked up again at Draper, and announced, "Oh, an' I'm pussy-whipped. Officially!"

Draper grinned, and Tenisha tittered. "Its okay, Nora," she related, "Nate was just announcing in his way that you two have a relationship!"

"Yo, Nate! Me, too! You don' think we're gonna have to take up knittin' or some such, do ya?" Draper laughed. Tenisha tittered again while punching him on the shoulder.

Nate chuckled, "Good feelin' ain't it?" He squeezed Nora to him.

"Yeah," Draper gathered Tenisha in for a kiss.

When they broke, Tenisha murmured, "I don't feel safe enough to think about f-fucking in THIS house, but I CAN get out of this dress - and maybe do what Nora did for Nate..."

Draper shook his head, "Naw - the dress, maybe, but I'm okay - don' worry about the other thing. We'll get to that stuff another time, when you feel a little safer." He pulled her in for another kiss.



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Chapter 114: Gino's


The proprietor of Gino's Greasy Spoon was well aware of the Prom, and had advertised in advance that the restaurant would be open late. As a result, the place was jumping at 1:00 a.m. Oddly, the two horseshoe booths at the back were still empty when Jimmy Hightower and company came through the door. Jimmy was feeling brave; wiggling his eyebrows, he asked Amy, "How about 'the Booth'?"

Amy eyed him and announced, "Okay, but I'm not promising to follow tradition..." Jimmy grinned and led them back. They were still seating themselves when Dina led the four couples in, flags flying. Normal customers were unprepared for the sensation the 'Girl in Grey' made as she led her little group back. There was a slight flap as they arrived at 'the Booth' but Dina shrugged, and they began sliding into the other horseshoe. Jimmy cleared his throat, got Terry's attention, and waved to the open end of their booth, and Terry and Jackie moved across.

"Thanks, Man," Terry muttered.

"Hey, least I could do!" Jimmy replied, beaming. Amy directed a pointed glance of gratitude at Dina who acknowledged it with a wave as Danny rumbled "Damn straight!" glancing at Thelma. The comment attracted Dina's attention, and she glanced at Thelma just in time to see the look of wonder and gratitude slide across her face. FrankenThelma hadn't exactly attracted compliments; if she had any defenses left, Danny had just torpedoed them - and he was carefully looking away, and hadn't noticed!

Two leery-looking waitresses arrived to take drink orders, and went away unscathed, but when they gathered in the kitchen... 

"Is that them?" Millie wanted to know.

Myra nodded. "Most of the ones at 41 are new, but the redhead and her boyfriend were here. She did him under the table. Everybody in 40 is in the group - the girl in the grey makeup is the ringleader. God knows what they're up to tonight, considering THAT getup."

"Well, they haven't exactly torn up the place with their drink orders, "Millie observed, "Most of 'em want coffee!"

"I got a couple of Cokes from 40 - the dark-complected girl and her date, the big guy." Myra replied, "She's the only one of the original group that DIDN'T give her boyfriend a blowjob, but she went off to the Ladies and came back braless in a net top. From the way they were talking, she passed it up because he's hung like a horse and she didn't think she could do a good job. That might have changed - Who knows?"

"What did Mickey say to do if they get rowdy and try more wild stuff?" Millie asked.

Myra winced. "Unless they start tearing the place up, exactly nothing. Have you noticed the way the place started filling up after they arrived? Mickey said business went up 25% for days after the first time - the kids loved it! I can't believe we're pandering to such stuff..."

Unbeknownst to the waitresses, their own gingerly approach had set off the very kind of activity they were dreading. Bobby had taken note of their wariness, and a synapse spat in his brain. Leaning over to Rick, he murmured, "I think we need to up the ante. Last time, the girls did us - I think it's chauvinistic to expect it again. I think..."

"I got it!" Rick grinned. "Tell Tim, and I'll tell Terry! He'll be up for it!"

Tim had seen the byplay, and figured that Bobby was up to something, so he started out suspicious when Bobby waved him forward, "What?"

"We're gonna do the girls!" Bobby grinned.

"Awright - but AFTER we order! I wanna eat!" Tim grunted.

"Cool!" Bobby settled back.

The girls eyed them, suspiciously. "What're you up to?" Dina wondered.

"Trust me! You'll be cool with it!" Bobby assured her.

Dina shared a glance with the other two girls. "Well, all right..." She rolled her eyes, "'Trust me, ' he says!" Mandi snickered.

Rick leaned across to Terry, and whispered, "We're gonna eat the girls!" - and watched Terry's eyes light up in that weird way that he'd suddenly developed lately.

"Perfect!" Terry waved Jimmy forward, leaning across the table, and whispered, "We're gonna eat the girls - wanna join in?"

"Wow! Cool! I'll read Danny in!" Jimmy responded.

Terry looked concerned. "Think that'll fly? This is Thelma we're talking about..."

Jimmy waved his hand over the table. "It'll be cool. Thelma's been - changed. This could be REALLY good..."

Terry shrugged, "Okay..." He leaned back to Rick, "When?"

Rick looked to Bobby, "When?"

"Tim wants to order REAL food!" Bobby snickered.

Terry nodded, and passed to Jimmy, "After we order."

"Cool." Jimmy leaned across Amy to fill in Danny, who had been feeling left out, "Danno, we're gonna pull a prank!"

"Yeah?" Danny's eyes lit, "What?"

"You know what they did before?"

Danny looked troubled, "Didn't the girls all give the guys head? I dunno..."

Jimmy spread his hands, "We're gonna return the favor!"

Enthusiasm returned to Danny's expression, "Oh, Hell, yeah!" He settled back, grinning.

Amy and Thelma passed a nervous glance, but Jimmy patted Amy's hand and said, "We're gonna join the guys in a little prank. It'll be okay, I promise! In fact, I think you're gonna like it..." He grinned knowingly.

Thelma was uncharacteristically nervous, rather than cranky. "Danny?"

Danny patted her hand, "It'll be okay, really - just go with it, okay? You won't be alone..."

Thelma was EXTREMELY nervous. The night had taken a decidedly fairytale turn, and she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Danny was being soooo nice... "Well, okay..." The group settled back to await the drinks.

They didn't have long to wait. The waitresses, an older, heavy woman, and a younger thin brunette, delivered the drinks and took food orders, watching then warily.

Bobby watched them walk away and turned to Rick. "You know, that pair have expectations. I think we ought to fulfill 'em. Let's wait a couple of minutes!"

Rick nodded and turned to Terry, "Wait for it..." Terry nodded.

Bobby gave them several minutes to get things together in the kitchen, then waved his hand in a circle and descended beneath the table. Dina caught on before he'd gotten moving good, and her murmured "Oh, shit!" alerted people in the nearby booths. Rick leaned over and nudged Terry, announcing, "Now!", but Danny, who had been watching Bobby, was already moving, giving a surprised Thelma a peck on the cheek as he rotated and began wedging his shoulders through the opening between the table and the horseshoe seat.

Tim had similar problems with size and position, but fewer obstacles, since Dolores, like Dina, was running without undergarments, so Dolores' "Oh! Sugar!" blended with Dina's quiet sigh as Bobby and Tim started their attack.

The others had underclothing to contend with - and two of those had surprise, too! Mandi got a look under the table and was ready for Rick in short order, raising herself up so that he could extract her from her pantyhose. Jackie was more than willing, squealing, "Oh, Boy!" and thereby attracting even more attention.

Amy got a look at the goings-on under the table to her left, and announced "Oh... My... God!" as gentle hands slid up her thighs. Thelma, who had a pretty good view of all five other couples, just sat there and shook.

But big hands were sliding up under her skirt, too, and her eyes got bigger and bigger as it became apparent that they were going for the waistband of her pantyhose. Dina caught her eye and, grinning, motioned with her hands for Thelma to raise herself up (although Danny could probably have raised her with one hand and peeled her with the other... ). A rumble of "Damned pantyhose!" arose from under the table, causing a series of giggles from above and below, and Thelma rushed to comply. Next to her, Amy pretended aplomb as she went through similar gyrations, while around the other side of the booth, Jackie suddenly thrashed and arched her back, moaned "Ooooohhh!" and reached both hands under the table to pin Terry's head to it's target. At that moment, Thelma's pantyhose, panties and all, slipped over her narrow hips and started sliding rapidly toward her ankles, and what Danny intended really hit her. 'Omigod! He's gonna... ' Thelma couldn't even complete the thought, but it was an erotic daydream come true! No one had ever, ever even IMPLIED such a thought to Thelma, never mind actually DOING it! But gentle hands were removing her right shoe, and pulling pooled nylon over the ankle, and a familiar voice rumbled, "I'll get the other one later..."

Dina was beginning to pant - Bobby was in familiar territory, and Dina's belly rolled and fluttered as he worked his tongue along her tight little clam, teasing her clit from beneath the thin lips. She was slouched back, chest heaving, both hands below the table ruffling Bobby's sandy hair. But her eyes were on Thelma; instinct told her that the thin girl was going to be a major source of entertainment.

Dolores was taking in the new girls, too - both of them. Tim's efforts were a novel experience, and she was having trouble holding back the first firecracker climax, but Thelma's expression, in particular, was pure entertainment. Those eyes... 

Millie exited the kitchen with the food for table 41. As she approached the booth, she noticed first that all of the boys were gone - which was unusual; wasn't that a girl thing? The second thing she noticed was the odd looks on all of the girls' faces... The little redhead on the aisle, for instance, was bright red, slouched down in the seat, but acting like she was trying to get up without using her hands. The big-chested brunette in the middle was grinning from ear to ear, eyes popping, exclaiming "Oh my God! Oh, wow!" and expression of wonder on her face as she turned to the skinny, hook-nosed girl at the far end, who was sitting rigid, eyes huge! What was she looking at? Millie dropped the two omelets and the waffle. "Do you need anything else?"

"Uh, no..." the brunette managed to choke out. "We're being well taken care of..." She managed a coy smile.

Millie began to back away, when the little redhead suddenly arched herself and started panting like a steam whistle. A diffident voice sounded from under the table, "Amy, Jackie can get noisy. Would you give her a napkin or something to chew on?"

Millie backed off as the brunette reached shaking hands for the napkin dispenser. The redhead was sub-vocalizing "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." Looking down, she discovered three pairs of male shoes, the orientation of which left no doubt where their heads were. She turned to look at 40 and found basically the same thing - feet extending from beneath the table below three every distracted-looking female faces. Even the little girl in the grey makeup looked flushed, somehow, as she arched her back and surged against the bench, licking her lips and panting. Millie got out of there just as fast as her legs could carry her! She hit the kitchen at speed, nearly trashing an outbound tray as she blindly smacked the door. "Ohmigod! Do you know what they're DOING?!"

"What?" Myra frowned, going to the window that provided a view of the dining room.

"Every one of those six girls - both booths! - has her legs open and a boy's head between them!"

"No way!" Julio, the dishwasher, reached for a towel. "This has gotta be a record or sumpthin'!"

Myra glared at him, but didn't move to stop him, and the pair oriented their attention on the two booths in question - just as the big dishwater- blonde girl along the aisle in booth 40 went totally rigid, eyes rolling back, while she bit her hand to contain a scream! Back to back with her, across the aisle, the little redhead, red as a beet from hairline to nipples, began once more to undulate. "Holy shit!" Julio murmured reverently.

The kitchen staff weren't the only ones watching, and Mandi's very visible climax brought cheers, applause, and whistles from the occupants of nearby tables. She collapsed back into her seat and waved weakly, just as Dolores wailed, "Oh, Sugar! Jeezus!" at the top of her lungs and started to thrash.

Danny figured that he was behind the eight ball, having spent so long messing with Thelma's pantyhose, but... Gently, he parted her unresisting legs, slid his hands under her ass and levered her up, then slowly slid her forward. For such a skinny little thing, Thelma had a huge, big-lipped gash under a hank of unruly dark hair. Now that she was sitting on his hands, he gave her asscheeks - arguably, the biggest thing on her, not that they were anything remarkable - a squeeze.

The effect of all this above the table was comical. Thelma was highly visible to a large number of restaurant patrons due to her position in the corner, and no one could miss it when first she rose a bit, then drooped, eyes as big as saucers. When Danny squeezed her asscheeks, they - impossibly - grew again! Thelma just couldn't believe this - boys all over the room were watching, laughing, applauding and issuing catcalls, and she was a primary target - but she sensed approval, rather than derision! Her face was dead white as she turned wide eyes to her lap, just as warm breath began to flow over her mons... 

To Danny, it was as if Thelma's labia leaped open! He exhaled across Thelma's mons, and the loose lips retracted almost instantly, granting him the sight - and smell - of the coral channel beneath. They granted something else, too: a look at what appeared to be a pretty good-sized clitoris! Danny chuckled to himself; if Thelma wasn't getting any attention for THAT, no wonder she was grouchy! Danny inhaled; the aroma was strong, pungent, but fresh. Time for a taste!

Everyone in the room was apprised of Danny's broad tongued swipe upward along Thelma's furrow! She went from dead white to fire engine red, threw back her head and screamed "Oh, Gawd!" full throat, then started shaking like a leaf. Thelma had been storing sexual tension since she was twelve, and Danny had just stuck the key in the lock! Her narrow back arched, and her thighs closed over Danny's ears as her feet, one still wearing a shoe and towing a puddle of pantyhose, crossed over his broad back. Her hands went everywhere, trying to find something to grab, pet, squeeze - anything! - as Danny's lips settled over the now substantial nub of her totally erect clit. Sightless eyes rolled up and she began a sound that started out as a low "Ooooh!" but continued to rise in pitch, urgency, and volume until she had no more air to sustain it: "OooooooOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Then she began to convulse - long, sinuous flexes of her entire body as her vaginal muscles rolled, looking for the fleshy intruder that SHOULD have been in her grasping channel! The fireworks display was on full-bore; Thelma was in another dimension.

Danny, realizing that she was there already and probably needed a bit of a respite, lowered his tongue to her vaginal opening and drove it in, amazed at the flow of the pulsing ring of muscle that lined the channel. Thelma continued to thrash, moaning "Ummm... ummmm... ummmm..." in time to the contractions. Loud applause, whistles, and catcalls celebrated the obviously climactic peak.

Danny surfaced for a bit of air taking in the slurping sounds from next door as Jimmy brought Amy along. Above the table, Amy's eyes cycled from wide open ("Ooooh!") to slitted in pleasure ("Aaaah!"). Amy couldn't believe what Jimmy was doing to her - and she couldn't wait for him to replace his tongue with that fleshy probe he carried in his briefs! In the meantime, though, Jimmy's tongue was bringing her home! Amy's nostrils distended as she drew in great gulps of air through them, blowing like a running horse. Her hands grasped the tabletop until her knuckles turned white, but she couldn't hold still. "Ohmigod!" she husked, "Ohmigod! Jimmy! Jimmeeee!" Amy's hips rolled, and suddenly, it was very wet where Jimmy was slavering away at the junction of Amy's thighs.

Dina opened her eyes after her second small climax of the evening to see the older waitress bearing down on the table with a food tray and a frown of disapproval. "Bobby, love, everybody's got one now. Why don't you call the boys up? Besides, the food's here."

Bobby gave her a last swipe, backed off and tapped Rick and Tim on the shoulders. Rick had been idling anyway - he knew that another run for Mandi would take some time. Tim was toying with Dolores; he seemed to be able to find her itchy spots pretty quickly. Rick ducked out from under the table, crossing the aisle low, and hissed, "We're done! Besides, the food's here!" The boys backed off and began climbing to their feet, Jimmy remarking loudly, "Geez, I just ate!"

The six gathered in the aisle for some mutual high fives, but Danny was a bit hampered. Thelma had followed him under the table and was alternately pounding him on the shoulder and trying to get under his coat, crying her eyes out. Whistles, catcalls, and applause made the place loud as they dispersed back to their seats. Myra stood there, glaring, as Tim, Rick, and Bobby resumed their seats, then began doling out plates. "You certainly made a spectacle of yourselves!" she growled.

"Yes," Dina mused absently, "I suppose we did." Totally ignoring Myra's displeasure, she gave Bobby a kiss, then turned to Mandi, "Could you pass me a napkin? Bobby's face is all goopy..."

Mandi giggled, "So is Rick's!"

From across the aisle, Amy took it up, "Oh, Jimmy! You're soaked! Mama fix!" More laughter ensued, while most of the girls made a production of wiping their date's faces. Myra, looking vaguely purple, turned and stalked off.

Dina turned a somewhat concerned glance on the exception to the rule; Thelma was glued to Danny's right side, sniffling. Directing a significant glance in her direction, she murmured to Tim, "Let me out, Hon, I need to go to the Ladies!" Tim and Dolores slid out, and Dina stepped across the aisle. "Amy, would you help me with Thelma? She's starting to look like a raccoon." Amy nodded, somewhat concerned for her friend, gave Jimmy a peck on the cheek, and asked Danny with her eyes to let her out. The pair collected Thelma, who was still sniffling and shaking like a leaf, and made for the Ladies Room.

Once inside, Dina rounded on Thelma, "What's the matter, Hon?"

"Nothing! Everything! Oh, I don't know!" Thelma wailed.

Amy rubbed her back while she went through another paroxysm, "What happened? Did Danny hurt you?"

"No! It was wonderful! But..." Thelma shuddered, trying to get a grip. "Two hours ago, I didn't want to be within ten feet of the ugly bastard - now I'm afraid to be that far away! But it's gonna end, and I'll be even worse off! He's gonna dump me like a box of rocks, and I'm gonna suffer that much worse 'cause I KNOW how good it can be! Or I'm gonna chase him like a damned fool and run him off! I don't know WHAT to do!"

"It's gonna be okay, Thelma!" Amy chided. "I talked to Jimmy when you two started to show signs of hitting it off, and Jimmy assured me that Danny's being nice because he WANTS to, not because he HAS to!" She chuckled, "We're all kinda surprised that you have a soft, gooey center..."

"Awwww!" Thelma broke down again.

Dina stepped in and growled roughly, "Buck up, Sister! Did you ever think that Danny might LIKE having a clinging vine?"

"Mmmm?" Thelma continued to sniffle, but her head came up.

"Every time you tuck yourself under his arm, Danny gets this stupidly happy look - it's disgusting, but unless I miss my guess, you're on the right track!" Dina grinned. "Now clean yourself up and go back out there and wrap your skinny arms around the big galoot, snuggle up, and be happy! Do you realize that this is probably scaring him? I bet he's sure he's hurt you, and he's going nuts trying to figure out how! You're your own worst enemy! You're in here whiffling about how it's gonna end, and forcing it by messing with his head!" She shook her head, and glanced at Amy. "Clean her up - I'll go have a word with Danny." Amy nodded, and began digging in her purse for the tools with which she MIGHT be able to repair Thelma's damaged makeup.

Dina came back to the booths, stopping in front of Danny. "What'd I do?" he asked, concerned. "Things seemed to be going so well..."

"Nothing, Hon. In fact, you made Thelma very happy!" Dina frowned. "Problem is, Thelma doesn't do happy very often, so she's not good at it. Most of her problem is that she's anticipating when it'll be all over. Given her track record, you can't blame her, but she expects to be left standing somewhere, her panties in her hand, waving goodbye to you. And you've shown her enough of how the other half lives tonight to make her uncertain she can stand it again." Dina eyed Danny sharply, "That isn't the plan, is it?"

"Huh? I don't THINK so! I'm not exactly hip deep in applicants for a position with my arm around them, in the first place! In the second, as far as I'm concerned, Thelma's Disneyland, and I plan to ride every ride, and not leave until they turn off the lights and lock the gates!" Amy, returning from the Ladies Room, gave him a look as she settled in to eat her waffle.

Dina burst out laughing, "Oh, my! What a turn of phrase you have!"

Danny blushed, "Well, it's one of Jimmy's sayings, actually, but that don't mean I don't mean it!"

"And it goes double for YOU!" Jimmy announced, and stuck his tongue in Amy's ear. Amy squealed, and waffle flew everywhere. Dina and Jackie roared at Amy's pop-eyed expression.

"Well," Dina simpered, "it'd help if you let that sentiment slip somehow - maybe a little more subtly. Thelma's expectations don't extend to forever, but she'd be real happy to make it to mid-week..."

"I'm gonna do better than that, if things keep goin' this well!" Danny asserted.

"Okay," Dina replied. "You've done real well thus far - only her faith in Murphy's Law is getting in her way. As long as she keeps rolling sevens, you will, too!"

"No sweat!" Danny replied, "This has turned out a LOT nicer than expected, and I wanna keep it that way!"

Dina nodded and moved on, spying Thelma's emergence from the back. She settled diffidently next to Danny, who asked gently, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Thelma replied, without raising her eyes, "I just got a little stupid. Sorry!"

"No sweat," Danny rumbled, apparently unperturbed. A big arm settled around her shoulders. "Sure you don't wanna bite?" he asked, waving a bit of waffle on a fork.

"Okay!" Thelma glanced up, eyes full of gratitude, as Danny proceeded to direct the fork toward her lips. The bite went in, but Danny pretended concern: "Oops! Missed a bit!" He leaned forward and kissed the edge of her mouth.

Thelma blushed and tucked her face into Danny's shoulder, and Dina nodded to herself, "That was impressive!"

"Damn sure was!" Bobby agreed. "He's pretty slick for someone still taking lessons!"

The six couples turned their attention to the meal before them and conversation evaluating various aspects of the Prom. All in all, everyone felt that the dance had gone well, although some carried a sentiment that it might not have been as good but for the actions of some others present... That gratitude would certainly carry over to later.

Time passed, and Terry and Jackie dropped into their own world, virtually shutting out the others. Dolores started to get antsy, and Mandi's purring responses to Rick began to take on an anticipatory tone. Amy was trying to shove her left breast into Jimmy's jacket pocket, apparently, from her position sandwiched against him, and Thelma was being careful NOT to dislodge Danny's arm from around her shoulder.

But the crowd was thinning, and Dina was reminded that all things end. Her wicked display as the Girl in Grey was losing its audience, and she reminded herself the there was a good deal to come before the night was over. "I think it's time to go to the hotel!" she announced, and the group gathered their things, Rick signaling for the bill.

"So, show's over?" Myra asked snottily.

"For tonight," Dina replied calmly, and turned to Bobby. "No tip - the staff was nasty!" Bobby grinned nastily, and Myra left, fuming.

Millie, on the other hand, kept her mouth shut and was well taken care of. As the six couples made for the door, Amy asked, "So, where are you guys going?"

Jackie replied for the group, "The guys got us a couple of suites at a hotel downtown! It's perfect!" For what was left to Amy's imagination, but it was up to the task.

The two groups parted company, and Jimmy, Amy, Thelma, and Danny found themselves standing in front of Jimmy's car, at a loss for next steps. "Now what?" Danny grumbled, hangdog, "I damn sure don't wanna go home!" A look around demonstrated that the sentiment was universal. "What were you going to do?" Amy asked, "Thelma and I were going to spend the night together at one of our houses..." Obviously, that wasn't as good a plan as it had seemed... 

"Oh, I don't know," Jimmy replied, "Danny and I probably would have spent the night goofing off at the..." A light flashed behind Jimmy's eyes, and he took charge. "Everybody get in - I've got an idea!"



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Chapter 115: The end of an era


Jennifer Hardesty's eyes popped open. The warm mass she was snuggled against was NOT a pillow! She raised up and beheld Mike McCormick, gently snoring, lying there on his back in his shorts. She got up to pee (the thing that had caused her to awaken in the first place) and let her mind drift back over the last few hours. Mike had come upstairs and taken her hand, and they had settled on the bed to do more or less what they HAD been doing downstairs on the couch. And Mike had AGAIN proven to be a perfect gentleman, keeping his hands in the safe areas and working basically with his lips despite the temptations presented by her short, white, baby-doll nightie. Jennifer had explored his chest, arms, back - even legs to some extent - but had stayed away from the contents of his boxers. After a couple of hours, both had succumbed to comfort and fatigue, and had drifted off... 

Jennifer tiptoed back in and sat down on the edge of the bed. The fly of Mike's loose boxers was gaping open, drawing Jennifer's eyes. Maybe just a quick peek... 

Mike was awake, the consequence of the fact that he, too, was unused to sharing a bed. He'd popped awake the moment Jennifer had sat up, and had barely drifted off again before her return. When she reseated herself, he slitted his eyes to see what she was up to. The moonlight pouring through the windows painted bars on Jennifer, highlighting the translucent nightgown. Mike had had a helluva time being good before, and even the revealed sweep of Jennifer's slim, freckled back caused a surge as she leaned over on one arm to determine what might be visible through the open gap in his shorts.

Jennifer was just settling over the area when there was movement inside the dark confines of Mike's shorts. She recoiled, automatically checking Mike's face to see if he was awake. Mike held perfectly still, then after a moment's wicked thought, groaned and shifted a bit, feigning a dream. His cock continued to grow; the displayed pendant curve of Jennifer's left breast as she leaned over him ensured that.

Jennifer recovered, deciding as intended that Mike was having disturbing dreams. The corners of her lips curled upward as she followed up the thought with, 'Of me, no doubt!" Where before there was only darkness and pubic hair, a growing cylindrical bulge was beginning to tent the fabric. Both of them came simultaneously to the same conclusion: It would be a shame if the shorts succeeded in containing Mike's erection. Mike was just planning to stir and scratch or something when Jennifer reached out with gentle fingers to tease the fabric into a position from which it would be difficult for it to catch on the growing bar of flesh. Mike assisted the effort by conveying a flexing pulsation to the organ, causing it to rise up off his belly. When it dropped back, it was outside the control of his fly.

The pulse caused Jennifer to again recoil, but after a quick look to assure herself of Mike's slumber, she was back. Now that the little (little? It was rapidly approaching seven inches!) beast was exposed, she could get a closer look. She shifted her weight from her hand to her forearm and leaned in. Mike was uncircumcised; the darker head was protruding about an inch and a half from its fleshy wrapper, another half inch or so covered, if the prominent bump caused by the ridge was to be believed. From the looks of things, Mike was a tad larger than her 'little buzzing friend', but there WERE veins there, swelling into prominence as she watched. There was also an aroma... Jennifer inhaled deeply, and her heart rate went up twenty beats per minute. 'Oops! Best not do that! Pheromones... ' she thought distantly, but she already had a lungful, and was momentarily distracted as her nipples hardened and elongated, further tenting her nightie.

Mike picked up the difference in the drape of the fabric, and managed to make out the reason in the dimness. It was hard not to smile.

Jennifer, her warning to herself forgotten, leaned closer and inhaled, nostrils distending. There was something about the... musk... that screamed SEX! She traced the path of a pulsing vein with a finger from about an inch out. At this point, the glans was almost totally exposed. Mike summoned another groan and triggered another twitching pulse, the rod of flesh touched her hand and the head almost touched her lips!

'My God!' she thought, 'It's so HOT!' The momentary contact with her hand had almost burned! Poor thing! Maybe she should - jerk? - jack? - him off? Suddenly, the notion that she might touch him became a foregone conclusion. She gathered herself and reached out... 

But Mike decided to turn up the heat! Again he groaned and thrashed, and this time his right hand dropped onto Jennifer's lower back! The look on Jennifer's face was a comic mix of surprise and fear. Pinned! If she withdrew, she would certainly awaken Mike! She held perfectly still... 

But the hand on her back didn't! Mike was getting even; he'd been a good boy to the point of being outrageous, waiting for Jennifer to lower her defenses and ask for more. Now he was going to use her slip-up to bring her down! Slowly he allowed the hand to drift across Jennifer's left hip, while she all but held her breath, waiting for it to return to the coverlet. But the grand plan was something altogether different: Mike allowed the hand to sweep across and down until it cleared the hem of her nightie, then thrashed again, hunching a bit to his right and using the opportunity to slide the hand back up BENEATH the translucent fabric. At the same time, he again twitched his cock, causing it to bump Jennifer's chin! Instinctively, she reached out to keep it from tapping her again, and ended up with a handful of warm rigid cock! 'Oh, Lord!' she moaned to herself, 'Now what do I do?' She was between a rock and a hard place, she knew; there was no way that Mike was going to avoid being further stimulated, but if she let go, she couldn't escape in time to pretend innocence. And Mike's hand was drifting all over her bare back and right side! Slowly, to be sure, but it was sampling the skin of her back and drifting over her lower ribs - she couldn't go anywhere... She couldn't even flinch, or look at his face - she was too low to his chest at this point, her whole body oriented toward his lower half; to turn her head without rising was to drag her lips over his lower belly, not that that was such an unpleasant idea... In the meantime, the velvety rod of flesh in her hand danced to Mike's pulse as blood surged through it, stiffening it even further in her soft grip. At this point, she was nearly cross-eyed; Mike's glans dominated her near vision, demanding her attention. She closed her eyes, but that only augmented her sense of smell... 'Oh, Lord!' Jennifer worried, 'Mike's going to wake up to me sucking his cock - I don't see how I can avoid it! What will he think of me?'

Mike's eyes were fully open, and he was taking in the whole picture, grinning from ear to ear. He continued to slide his hand slowly over her back and right side, working from where the ridiculous frilly panties covered her hip upward along her ribs and back along her back, slowly working a bit further on each pass. The background pleasure from the caress was a layer upon which a growing arousal began to build in Jennifer. Unconsciously, she began slowly jacking Mike's stiff erection, not really realizing it until the first time his glans popped clear of his foreskin.

Mike groaned again, for real this time, and the next sweep of his hand didn't end until his finger swept over the outer curve of Jennifer's right breast. White fire enveloped it as her nervous system conveyed the contact. Instinctively, she backed toward Mike's upper torso in an effort to get more coverage, a move which Mike encouraged despite the fact that it drew her head back a bit from his cock; at this moment, her pleasure was MUCH more important - the other item would take care of itself once she finally crossed the line.

On the next sweep, Mike's hand covered the firm little mound - and stayed there. Gentle fingers started teasing the stiff nipple, sending shockwaves along their direct connection to her clitoris. Jennifer sucked in a breath, savoring it - but then the light dawned. "Mike?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"How long have you been awake?" she queried, embarrassment closing in.

"For a bit," Mike murmured. He slid his left hand through the gap under her arm and went to work on her left breast. The pleasure displaced the embarrassment somewhat, but she made to rise. "Uh uh!" Mike remonstrated, "Don't let go until you figure out where you're going to put it!"

"What?" Jennifer turned to face Mike, her face registering her shock.

"Now, Missy," Mike continued, "I didn't make you go rooting around in my shorts - you did that all by yourself!" He eyed her, sidelong, "Didn't you?"

"Uh, yeah..." Jennifer wasn't sure how it had gone this far, but he had her dead to rights... 

"Then it's your problem. You loaded it; you're gonna fire it!"

Jennifer turned back to look at her handiwork. Oh, shit! Somehow she'd gotten 'way over the line... Mike's glans seemed to stare back at her, nodding in time to his pulse.

"Since it's 'Show and Tell' night..." Mike murmured, as he retrieved his right hand from her breast, slid it straight down her back, and under the waistband of her frilly pajama bottoms, raising his wrist to drive them down, "I want to see, too!" Jennifer's legs were parted, her left knee drawn up to maintain her balance, so the bottoms didn't go that far, but the twin moons of her ass were exposed, and Mike's fingers went straight down along the furrow of her womanhood!

"Mike!" Jennifer squealed, returning her attention to his face as she jumped under the unexpected assault. "What are you doing?"

Mike eyed her levelly, "You're nose to nose with my cock - I want you to return the favor!" Releasing her other breast, he grabbed her hips and lifted her bodily, draping her along his torso. The panties were still in the way, so he grabbed them and pulled them upward, which dragged them past her knees and caused her to go totally prone atop him.

"Mike!" Jennifer found herself flat atop Mike's torso, still facing his crotch, with her pajama bottoms around her ankles. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna get a look!" Mike announced. "Feel free to continue what you're doing..."

"B-but..." Jennifer tried to struggle up, which involved dropping a knee on either side of Mike's torso. Big mistake! It opened her crotch up wide, right in front of Mike's face!

Mike pinned her in place with a brawny arm over each hip, sliding one hand up and down her back as he exclaimed, "Ohhh, sweet! Smells good, too!"

"M-Mike!" Feeling her total loss of control, Jennifer began to struggle.

"Missy, this is for your own good - and it won't hurt either of us!" Mike leaned up and danced his tongue along Jennifer's clit.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Jennifer's eyes popped, her back arched, then just as suddenly she collapsed, moaning, "Oooooooohhhhh!"

"See? That didn't hurt!" Mike declared, "Tasted good, too!" He leaned up and delivered another quick flurry of tongue strokes.

Jennifer couldn't cope. Mike's tongue was everywhere: on her labia, pounding her clit, sliding around the pulsing opening of her vagina. It had been SOOO long! And NOBODY had EVER done THIS! She wrapped her hands around Mike's hairy thighs, laid her head on his lower belly with her nose against his throbbing cock, and surrendered control, making little inarticulate noises as his tongue drove her wild! "Oog, ooh, mmmmm, ahh, ooh, nnnnggg..."

Mike began seriously exploring and assessing reactions. Missy seemed to like having him probe her vaginal opening, and running his lips around her labia was nice, but she pulled away from direct attacks on the nub at the top of her slit that must be her clitoris. "E-easy!" she hissed, lurching up. "Too much!" Considering that she got stiff as a board and tried to jump away, taking it easy on her clit seemed indicated... But if he worked along the labia just outside along the hood... 

Jennifer started to gasp and pant and her hips started to roll. Mike nodded to himself and began alternating sides to keep the sensations fresh. First he'd give the left side of her clitoral hood a couple of laps, then he would switch sides to the right, then a quick poke at her now soaking opening.

Jennifer was scared to death to move. If she'd worked at it she could have broken free - but all thought of that had gone by the wayside! Instead, she buried her nose in Mike's pubes, smelling his rank musk and savoring the burning heat of his hard shaft alongside her nose and cheek while she surrendered to the delicious urgency that Mike was feeding in her crotch. The waves of sensation just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger... "Oh, God! Ummm! Uhhh! Aaaahh! Ooohh!" Her grip on Mike's thighs became crushing, the two stiff points of her nipples poking his lower belly.

Mike couldn't see it, but Jennifer developed a fiery arousal blush that extended all the way to her breasts. She began undulating as the waves of pleasure rose higher and higher, her voice rising and falling as she settled on one sound to make, "OOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOGOD!!!!!" The waves crashed over her and she drowned in the sea of sensation.

The undulation was the beginning of the end for Mike - she made it difficult for him to hit his target points. In addition, the flow of her natural lubricant had become copious. So he tightened his grip and tried to use her movements to his advantage - but her own lack of control caused him to drag his tongue repeatedly across her clit despite his best efforts. By then however, it no longer mattered, her scream of joy and the pulsing waterworks of her vaginal opening made it VERY clear that she had reached climax. Mike pointed his tongue and drove it into her tunnel, giving the nibbling mouth of her pulsing vagina something to clasp around, which added a 'deep' component to the jazzy surface wash of her orgasm, the pliant muscle substituting for the cockflesh that instinct told her should be there and allowing the generation of an additional wave of satisfaction. For a moment, Jennifer blacked out totally; when she gradually returned, it was afloat on a sea of joy. Mike was gently rubbing her back and murmuring into her crotch as he gently tried to collect her overflow without jazzing her too much; the soft laps extended her slow drift back to reality. His face was soaked from nose to chin, and he was actively wondering if Jennifer was capable of the legendary 'female ejaculation' - there had been a minor flood at the height of her climax, not that he was complaining... "Missy?"

"Mmmmm?"

"You like that, Sweetheart?"

"Mmmm hmmm!"

Mike lay there, fretfully wondering how he could tactfully bring up the subject of his poor, swollen cock, but he needn't have worried. Jennifer's surrender was complete; if Mike thought she was a slut, well, she didn't see how she could argue - so she might as well enjoy herself! And that included this hot bar of flesh throbbing against her face!

Mike was just mustering courage to make a comment when a warm tongue slid along the left side of his erection. It was nice - not great, but nice - and Mike held is peace in anticipation of more to come.

Jennifer didn't disappoint. She rose on her elbows and began laving Mike's glans with her tongue, something almost instantly maddening. Sensing that while her efforts were effective, they might not be quite right, she husked, "I don't know what I'm doing..."

Mike groaned, "Neither did I! Uhhh, how about you kind of use your mouth like a p-..." Did he dare say that? "pussy, and we'll adjust from there..."

"O-okay..." She grasped his rigid cock at the base and tilted it up a bit to get a better angle on it, then gave it a moment's thought. 'Well, first there would be a penetration... ' She ovalled her lips and began to slowly envelope his glans, holding them tight.

Mike went rigid, "Ooooohhhh!"

Jennifer released him and backed off, "You okay?"

Mike sagged, "God, yes! That was..." Words failed him.

"Right?" Jennifer suggested.

"Uh, huh!" Mike agreed vehemently. Then he muttered diffidently, "I don't know how long..."

"Well," Jennifer announced lightly, "I might as well get the full effect..."

Mike's eyes popped. "You gonna (gulp) swallow?"

"I hear it's the thing to do..." Jennifer replaced the ring of her lips on his crown, and repeated the previous maneuver.

Mike, for all his almost two and a half decades of life, had little more experience than Jennifer - and his responses were just as hair-trigger. "Oh, Lord!" He grabbed a double handful of sheet as Jennifer's lips closed over the ring at the base of his glans and her tongue swirled against the sensitive lower surface. "I -I..." he gasped. Obviously, his staying power was going to be measured in seconds... 

A delicious feeling of power stole over Jennifer. Just as she was defenseless under Mike's tongue, HE was defenseless under HERS! She reveled in this knowledge as she rose up until she was kissing the tip and then drove more of his turgid shaft into her wet mouth.

Mike was in agony. The things Jennifer was doing to him were wonderful - but his balls felt like they were the size of grapefruit. And he was going to blow all that down her throat! She'd choke!

But it was too late! The mere thought of what he was going to do triggered the deed, and Mike hunched himself as his balls released their flood. Mike's attempt to hold back the flood only made it more exquisite as his eyes bulged and he moaned, "AaaaaAAAAAA!!!!" then blasted a huge gout of cream into Jennifer's waiting mouth!

And it WAS waiting! Mike had clearly telegraphed his immediacy, so Jennifer had backed off until she was just holding his glans. The massive pulse did NOT take her by surprise, although the quantity of sperm did - she swallowed the first mouthful almost without tasting it. But she was ready for the second blast, and the third, and recognized that things were starting to diminish while Mike was still effectively catatonic. She decided to hold a mouthful to tease him with, and managed to hold the next three shots while gently milking his softening member with her mouth. She rose above his limp form, visibly rolling the white goo in her mouth for him to see before swallowing it. It probably wouldn't ever be a favorite food, but, well, his COCK tasted good; she could put up with the product. She returned her attention to his over-sensitive cock, and he shuddered and gently scrabbled at her with his hands. She looked him in the eye and husked, "If you wanted a slut..."

Mike smiled weakly. "I wanted YOU! If I got a slut, that's just gravy, as long as you're MY slut..."

Jennifer rotated to be face to face with her new lover. She cuddled herself to him. "I don't think that's a problem... How long do you figure it will be before I can use my pussy as a pussy?"

"Not long!" Mike affirmed, "Not long at all!"



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Chapter 116: Suites for the sweet


The Lenox was a 'grand hotel' type operation, downtown, with an ornate lobby and pretensions of lavish luxury and the kind of perfect, mind-reading service that the rich expect for their exorbitant payments. Frankly, it didn't quite make it, but it was close enough for the eight teens. The night clerk made the first mistake by reacting at all to Dina's strange appearance. But since Dina enjoyed getting a reaction, even disapproval, that turned out okay. There was a minor bobble over billing, largely the night clerk feeling his oats and harassing them due to the fact that they were under age, (the rooms were pre-paid, not just reserved), but a glower from Tim brought him around, and they were able to register and collect keys for their ninth-floor rooms.

Once the group made it upstairs, there was another bobble over keys. It had been long since decided that Dina and Rick should avoid the temptation of sharing the same suite, the theory being that if Bobby ran into difficulty, Rick might succumb to the temptation to assist. Rick and Tim stood there in the hall, puzzling over and sorting the keys such that Rick and Mandi shared a suite with Jackie and Terry, and Bobby and Dina shared with Tim and Dolores. The UNSPOKEN reason for the latter pairing was that despite her relative youth, Dina was the most likely to be effective at assisting if Dolores and Tim ran into trouble. Once inside, however, they discovered that the concerns had been unfounded; along the back wall of Rick and Mandi's suite was a connecting door to Tim and Dolores'. Nonetheless, the four couples arranged themselves such that Mandi and Rick occupied the bedroom on the left of the sitting room, Jackie and Terry taking the bedroom on the right near the bar/kitchenette. Through the connecting door was the sitting room-facing room that Dolores and Tim were to occupy, Dina and Bobby taking the off-kitchenette bedroom.

The second thing that the four couples discovered on arrival in their rooms was a surprise funded by Robert Nellis and Bruce Vincent. Each had ordered room service to deliver, before the young couples' arrival, a cart with drinks, fruit and pastries, and, notably, champagne and strawberries. Both fathers were pretty certain that their offspring and their dates would arrive sober but in a celebratory mood, and they couldn't see any reason NOT to lubricate things once the couples were in their rooms for the night. "Wow! Cool!" Dolores exclaimed on finding the display, "Is this complimentary?"

Tim took a look at the card on the cart. "No, it looks like Rick's dad paid for it..."

He was moving to the connecting door to report the find and confer on possible solutions when Rick's voice drifted in, "Champagne, right? Well, don't worry about it, your Pop paid for THIS one!"

Terry peeked through the connecting door, grinning. "Yep!" he relayed, "Same stuff!"

Dina gathered up Dolores with her eyes as she passed the cart, snatching up a grape. Sticking her head through the connector, she queried, "Girls, don't you think we should change?" Inside each room, the boys present exchanged glances as they each realized that they REALLY hadn't prepared for casual activity in the room... 

Dina caught this in the exchange of glances between her brother and Terry, snickered, and drew back to confirm that the issue was universal. "Boys, boys!" she chided, shaking her head, "You KNEW what was on the agenda tonight - didn't ANY of you think about ANYTHING but the horizontal bop?" Sheepish grins met her question, against a background of her girlfriends' giggles. "Well," she chuckled, "I bet if you guys go into the bathrooms, or the bedroom closets, you'll find some nice, fluffy white robes to wear. Let's see who has the balls to not wear undershorts!"

Terry made a dash for the nearest bath, "Nothing here!"

Bobby, however, came out of the bedroom with a trophy, "We're golden - there are two in every bedroom closet!"

Dina smiled, "Okay, Boys, why don't you wrestle with the champagne and snag something fuzzy while we girls adjourn to - Dolores' room?" (with a glance around for confirmation from the other girls) "to spruce up?"

The girls collected their overnight bags and made for the indicated bedroom, and Bobby shot a glance at Tim, "I'm betting you are better with corks than I am - I'll get changed!" Tim nodded, chuckling. A significant glance between Rick and Terry detailed the latter as the first to change, while the former wrestled with the cork.

Both of the amateur bartenders managed to decant champagne without incident, and drifted off to a neutral location to handle their own change of clothing in virtually no time. In fact, the quartet gathered in Tim's and Bobby's sitting room, sitting on the couch and jittering for a good ten minutes before Mandi took pity on them, sticking her head out of the bedroom door and announcing, "We'll be a bit - we're trying to get Dina pink again!" This announcement brought some nervous chuckles, but the boys began to relax and discuss recent events.

In the small bath adjacent to the bedroom, Jackie, naked, was slathering huge quantities of cold cream over the places Dina couldn't reach while she turned under the shower head. Dina's efforts to keep from getting her hair wet were meeting with only limited success, but she figured that Bobby wouldn't mind. Jackie, on the other hand, was acting as if water would melt her, to the grinning taunts of Mandi and Dolores, who were looking on from the doorway. Finally, they managed to get most of the stuff off - although the bath towel was mute testimony to the fact that their efforts weren't perfect - and Dina and Jackie moved on to their own outfits.

The boys were comfortably lounging, sipping the champagne, so Bobby decided to ask the question: "You KNOW Dina's gonna call our bluff... Can we handle it?"

Rick laughed. "I know that YOU know better!"

"Yeah," Bobby grinned, flashing quickly to prove it, "I do! With Dina it's 'Come big, or stay at home'!"

Rick grinned. "Well, I'm her brother, so I've got no excuse, either!" And he lazily flicked open his robe to prove it. He turned to Tim, eyebrow raised.

Tim was smiling sardonically. "What, and miss an opportunity to FINALLY be comfortable?" It didn't take much of a flick to prove it - he was already sporting a bulge that couldn't really be captive.

Everybody rounded on the least prepossessing of the gathered specimens and Terry pretended affront, "Hey! What'dya think I am, chicken?" He folded back the bottom of his robe, displaying the proof. "Besides," he added diffidently, "Jackie gave me a Look..."

Everybody chuckled, and Tim rumbled, "Do you two talk, anymore?"

"Sure!" Terry grinned, "You guys just can't hear it!" He glanced up, "Here they come!" There wasn't any obvious indication, but two seconds later, the bedroom door popped open, and Dolores stepped out, swaying seductively in a red bustier trimmed with black fur and heels.

Stopping in front of where Tim lounged on the couch, she announced, "Hey Big Boy, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"

Tim shrugged "C'mere, then, Baby, and I'll help you get out of 'em!" and opened his robe.

"Oooo, Christmas!" Dolores squealed. "I've got a new toy! I'm gonna love it and pet it and hug it and kiss it..." The rest was drowned in the laughter, but Dolores slid forward to stand between Tim's legs while he shucked her red panties down over her dark pubic curls.

Bobby, in particular, got an eyeful from his position on the other end of the couch, but the sound of a throat clearing brought him back. Framed in the doorway was Dina in a transparent black peignoir with black fur trim - and nothing else! "Distracted?" she asked.

"Not any more!" Bobby affirmed. "What, no games?"

Dina laughed, and collected two glasses of bubbly from the cart as she came across the room, "I KNOW you understood the challenge, Bobby McCormick - Why should I waste everyone's time?" She handed one glass to Dolores, reached down and flicked open Bobby's robe. With a smile and a nod, she spun and sat on Bobby's lap, then proceeded to prove how flexible she was by bringing her feet up onto the couch on either side of Bobby. The picture of her sitting there, splayed, while Bobby's cock rose in front of her dark pubes was enough to bring a hard-on to a statue!

"Jesus, Dina!" Rick faltered, "Must you ALWAYS up the ante?" His cock started tenting his robe in spite of his embarrassment over being aroused by his sister.

Dina smiled broadly, "Always!"

Mandi, coming through the door in a shiny black satin baby-doll nightie, laughed and declared, "That's okay, Love - I'll fix HER wagon!" She swayed over to Rick, who was holding two glasses, and flicked open his robe, exposing the respectable amount of cock tenting it. Smiling and nodding, she then removed her black satin pajama bottoms by bending at the waist and sliding them to her ankles, affording those on the couch a full view of her derriere. Bobby hooted and clapped, and Dina laughed, "Go get 'em, Sis!" while Tim and Dolores chuckled. But Mandi wasn't done; she took her glass of champagne, collected a mouthful, and lowered her mouth over Rick's rigid cock!

"Whuf!" Rick's eyes started from his head. "Holy shit!" Mandi smiled, swallowed, and rose, leaving Rick's erection wet with the sparkling wine, then turned, smiled regally, and proceeded to sit on Rick's lap, impaling herself on on his damp erection! Her composure slipped a bit as Rick's solid length spread the folds of her tunnel, but she managed to eye Dina archly, "Beat that!"

Applause and catcalls from the males and Jackie standing in the bedroom door greeted this sally, while Dina bowed her head, laughing gaily. "I concede defeat!"

All attention turned to Jackie, standing hipshot in the bedroom door. She was wearing a purple outfit that consisted of a bra with cutouts for her puffy pink nipples with a fishnet layer attached to the bottom that clung to her narrow midsection, accentuating her spare curves. This item ended right at the level of her matching French-cut panties. Terry got up and walked to the cart, collecting a glass of champagne and a strawberry for her, and met her there at the door. Jackie smiled, took a bite out of the strawberry, and reached into Terry's robe to fondle the cock tenting it. While reaching for the glass, she addressed the others, "While I WON'T try to compete, I WILL meet minimum standards - my man deserves it!" She waved Terry back to his chair, swaying seductively as she followed him. When he was settled in the chair, Jackie divested herself of her panties after the same exhibitionist fashion as Mandi had, bending from the waist and exposing her compact bottom to the audience, then emulated the champagne trick on Terry's erection.

"Jeezus!" The mix of cool liquid, warm clasping mouth, and bubbles had Terry hunched in the chair, hands settling on Jackie's sides. Jackie locked eyes with him, smiling around his erection as she raised her head from his member and swallowed the wine. The audience applauded as Jackie seated herself after Dina's fashion, rubbing Terry's erection with one hand and sipping champagne with the other.

Dolores sighed, "This is nice - but it can't last..." It was obvious what she meant - the atmosphere in the room was charged with sexual tension. Dolores carried a pink over-layer of arousal on her cinnamon skin, and was beginning to breathe harshly from the effects of the two big hands on her breasts, while she stared, fascinated, at the member she was slowly sliding her hand up and down. Tim's cock was in its full glory, nearly as thick as her wrist, and poking her belly any time she wasn't actively manipulating it.

Dina looked around and had to agree. Tim's cudgel wasn't the only erect cock in sight, and Mandi was beginning to pay the price for making Rick's disappear. Dina grinned as she watched Mandi's surreptitious movements as she tried to pretend that a vagina full of cock was purely an option in seating. As she watched, Rick assumed a wicked expression and reached around Mandi's right side to lower two fingers over the top of her slit. He caught her inner labia between them and began to rub them together, and all pretense ended as Mandi's head dropped back, her eyes closed, and she moaned, "Ooooohhhh! Rick! Take me to bed!"

Rick grinned and helped Mandi up, the pair obviously reluctant to detach. "And with that," he announced, waving Mandi broadly toward the connecting door, "I bid you goodnight!" Terry and Jackie shared one of their signature glances, rose, and departed, Jackie waving in lieu of any comment.

Dina turned around to eye Bobby. "Time for bed, Lover!" Catching Tim's eye, she asked, "Could you toss my bag outside the door when you go back in there? I'd hate to have to disturb you..."

Tim nodded, and Dina rose, took Bobby's hand, and, stopping briefly to refill their glasses with champagne, pattered out.

Dolores stood. "Let's go find a bed, Sugar," she husked, "I need to find out if that thing fits!" While Tim stood and made for the bedroom, Dolores collected the champagne bottle. Moments later, the girls' overnight bags relocated outside, the door closed.



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Chapter 117: The ménage


Fat Mary sat back in her armchair, smiling. Teddy's attention had drifted back to the video - obviously, he hadn't much exposure to porn, and this was pretty heavy stuff - and apparently, right up his alley. Stick sat rooted, trying to figure out just how to get the ball rolling.

"Boys, boys!" Mary chuckled, "what about the 'grand experiment'? All of the obstacles are gone, and you guys are just sitting there like lumps!"

Stick and Teddy shared a glance. Stick rumbled, "It's kinda different, here - not so..."

"Anonymous?" Mary smiled lazily. She got up and walked over to stand behind the couch and dropped her hand onto Stick's back, rubbing gently. The boy was as rock hard as he was narrow - Mary wondered if he managed to eat well... "Why don't you both shuck off a few layers of clothing and get a little closer together?" The boys traded a glance, and she continued, chiding, "Come on, we've already laid out the ground rules - let's relax and have fun!"

The boys were in the process of discovering that they were uncomfortable with each other; Stick stood up and shed his coat, eyeing Teddy, who looked back nervously while mirroring the effort. Mary took both and headed for the closet. When she turned from hanging them up, she could see them, still watching one another as Stick worked at untucking his shirt and Teddy fought with his cufflinks. It was laughable, really; the pair had already participated in an intimate sexual act... "C'mon, boys!" Mary chided, "Given what you're planning, and what you've ALREADY done, why all of this effort at maintaining your machismo?" She returned to the couch, noting that Stick looked sheepish, but Teddy looked scared. Mary sighed, "Stick, you're in control, here - Teddy's not the bravest soul, and he's worried that he's gonna get taken, somehow. You need to make some kind of good faith gesture, here. How about undershorts?"

Stick shrugged and resumed unbuttoning his shirt. "Okay by me."

Mary looked a bit sad, "I'd wear less, but you don't want me to..."

"Sheeit," Stick murmured mildly, "I seen Beulah! I'm bettin' you can't beat that!" He made a face as he laid the shirt aside and stripped off his undershirt, revealing a rock-hard, if narrow, ebony chest.

Teddy's quiet gasp mirrored the one that happened in her head, but she kept herself from actually making. She glanced quickly at Teddy - maybe the little shit WAS a homo... If so, she'd better get those cocksucking lessons in the first wave, 'cause they'd be fighting over Stick. Stick continued to undress, unperturbed as he shucked off his trousers. His jockey shorts showed a serious tent.

Mary offered, "Well, I guess I could try this..." She unbuttoned the single button holding the simple V-shaped slit in the front of the nightdress and lifted her wide, sagging tits through the widened opening. Stick went poker faced for a moment, then said, "Better that Beulah - she's got these huge blubbery saggy things with stretch marks across the top. Looks like water balloons about to fall off her chest. Nice nips, too."

"Really?" Mary was taken somewhat by surprise. Her nipples, which basically dripped off the lower end of her unimpressive flattish breasts, were pink, and mounted on relatively wide areolas, but weren't cylindrical, but rather flattened, like a pacifier. Nobody had ever said much nice about them, or any other feature of her breasts, for that matter.

"Yeah," Stick continued, thoughtfully, "they look kinda... chewy." He turned to Teddy, who was just stepping out of his pants, "Don'tcha think?"

Teddy, who was still a little loopy from overindulging in beer, peered at them owlishly. "Uh huh! They won't make a swimsuit ad," He glanced up at Mary's face apologetically, "but they look like they'd be fun to play with..."

It's funny what words will do to you. Mary was ready for anything from "Jeezus, cover them up!" to some insincere noise about how wonderful her breasts were from Stick, but the somewhat ambivalent but blatantly honest bit of approval she got sent a wash of emotion through her. Her pussy tingled, and her knees went momentarily weak. Despite herself, Mary got a little emotional: Her eyes got smoky and she husked, "No shit?"

"No shit," Stick agreed. Turning to Teddy, he exclaimed, "Hey, les' try 'em!" Teddy blinked and nodded, and Stick propped a knee on the couch and reached out with his right arm, pinning Mary to the back of the couch and taking her left nipple between his lips. Teddy grinned and dived on her right.

Mary's instinctive attempt to escape Stick's grasp died as he began gently teething on her sensitive bud, sending electrical flashes all over her body. Teddy's mirror play left her vaguely comparing the texture of Stick's wiry nap to Teddy's brown curls as she held both their heads to her chest. The boys made a game of it, hissing and growling and grinning at each other as they gently chewed on her ovoid nipples, feeling the gristly flesh fill with blood and swell as the areolae crinkled behind them.

"Ooogh!" Mary's knees were weak with reaction, and she could feel the wash of wetness as her vagina lubricated. "I expected to have to wait a while..." She released the boys' heads and instead reached into Stick's bulging jockeys with her left hand and Teddy's briefs with her right. The results couldn't have been much different: Stick's cock was narrow, but had serious length to it, Mary could tell even without seeing it. And Teddy's seemed to be all broad head, it's much shorter length somewhat compensated for by its unusual girth. Neither of the boys seemed to upset by this development; after she slid the foreskins of each back and forth in a couple of gentle jacks, Stick caught Teddy's eye and started shucking out of his shorts, still maintaining hs lip-lock on Mary's now distended left nipple. Teddy shrugged and started the somewhat more difficult process of extracting himself from his briefs. Mary smiled; the distraction of working on her had gotten the pair past their mutual embarrassment. Then she gasped at discovering the embarrassment of riches revealed!

Stick's penis was still sizing and rising, but it looked long enough to put both hands around, and Teddy sported a cock that looked a bit like an anal intruder; it was mostly tip, and the spongy head started off narrow and got to be almost the diameter of a soda can before the junction to his relatively short shaft.

Eyeing Teddy's erection, Stick backed off Mary's nipple and announced, "Best you don' let Beulah Tyrone see that - it'd plug even HER gash." Teddy grinned, but said nothing, eyeing the anaconda rising from Stick's crotch.

Mary agreed. "That's a sucking cock!" she observed, "and it's tailor made for seconds!" Diffidently, she added, "My knees are getting kinda weak - want to move to the bed?"

Teddy looked mildly disappointed. "It's a long way from the TV..."

"Oh! Okay!" Mary laughed, "Let's fold out the couch, then!"

Stick nodded and reached for a cushion, "Cool!"

Mary circled around while Teddy grabbed the other cushion and Stick reached for the bedframe handle, "Hey, uh, guys - since we're gonna make a night of it, do we need to call anyone?" She glanced at Stick, but her attention was on Teddy... 

... who took the bait: "Yeah, Ma will freak!"

Mary nodded. "Stick?"

"Nah. Nobody's lookin' for me! Shit, when I get home I'll probly have to pull one'a my brother's heads outta the toilet to keep 'im from drowning!" He tapped the mattress, which was covered with sheets(!) Frankly, this went beyond Stick's experience. "Shit, this is better than mine at the crib!"

Mary, reaching for the phone, pulled up, distracted. "You sleep on a couch?"

Stick went blasé, "Yeh."

Mary filed that one but forbore comment. Turning to Teddy, she handed him the phone. "Dial it. I'll cover you."

Teddy took the receiver and dialed his home number, handing it back to Mary while it was still ringing. Mary took it. "H'lo? Miz Frick? Mary Nally... Oh, fine, fine - everybody had a good time. Look, Miz Frick, I don't think Teddy should drive home!" There was a loud babble on the other end. "No, nothing like that - we're at my house. Somebody spiked the punch at the Prom, and poor Teddy absorbed some alcohol. His other date and I think he should stay here until he's better... No, no, he's quite comfortable here on the couch - no reason to trouble yourself at this late hour. We have plenty of room... Sure, I'll see to it he gets home okay tomorrow - we'll even put some breakfast in him! You want to talk to him?"

By now, neither of the boys could stifle a chuckle at the collection of misleading statements and double entendres that Mary was feeding Mrs. Frick... Teddy took a moment to compose himself, "Ma? No, I'm fine, but better safe than sorry... No, my other date is sleeping over here - we can chaperone each other..." This brought broad grins from the other two. "Okay, Ma - I'll see you tomorrow morning sometime. G'night!" He hung up, then locked eyes with Mary, "She's suspicious - she'll probably call back!"

Sure enough, five seconds later, the phone rang. Mary picked it up, "Nally... No, no problem - I've got a spare toothbrush; I keep a stock of new ones for friends who sleep over. No problem. G'night!" She snickered. "Pretty thin - what about toothbrushes?"

Teddy hung his head, embarrassed. "For what it's worth, she's probably serious..."

"Poor Baby!!" Mary consoled, "Good thing she doesn't know we're gonna haul your ashes for ya!"

Stick grinned, and handed Teddy his half-empty beer bottle, "Here, after that, you probly need another snort!"

"Well..." Teddy grinned and took a sip. "I'll take it easy - I don't wanna miss anything!"

"We'll see that you don't!" Mary assured him. She crawled onto the sofabed between the boys and took a cock in each hand, gently jacking. "So, you want to learn about pussy, or go ahead with each other?"

Teddy was diffident. "I wanna see, but..." Flickering in the back of his mind was the possibility that Mary's pussy might be rank... 

Stick ignored that possibility; Mary seemed pretty fastidious to him. "Well, I wanna see, at least! Teddy an' I got business, but I ain't goin' DC 'til I SEEN AC!"

"Okay," Mary produced a Mona Lisa smile and lifted her legs, placing her feet flat on the mattress. She took Teddy's hand and placed it on Stick's cock to replace her own. With a wave, she encouraged Teddy to swap ends so that he had an unimpeded view of both her pudenda and Stick's cock, while continuing to jack his. Placing her left hand atop her mound, she spread herself a bit with two fingers alongside her inner labia. "Okay, this is a pussy. A fat one, I admit, but probably no worse than most..." With an apologetic glance at Teddy, she retrieved her hand so she could point out the landmarks. "These are the outer lips..." she pointed out the fat outer covering, "and these are the inner ones..." She dragged her finger along the thinner inner lips. Mary's inner lips were small and narrow; the only area where they had much mass was the clitoral hood, which she pointed out next: "Up, here, the inner lips cover the clit..." She retracted them, displaying the tiny bud. "It's not much right now, but it will swell up - kind of like a cock - when I get hotter..."

Both boys were fascinated. "That where you pee from?" Stick asked.

"No, not exactly," Mary replied. "It's a little below, see?" She pointed out the area lower down, "And this is my vagina. Not to be uppity," she continued, loftily, "but it's MADE for cocks!"

Both boys laughed. "I'm sure it is!" Teddy teased.

Stick looked wistful. "Can I get a feel?"

Mary's eyelids drooped. "Sure, you both can. I'm not a virgin - you can't hurt anything..."

Teddy watched, feeling Stick's erection firm as he dragged his finger along the damp valley between her inner labia, eliciting a quick indrawn breath as he touched her clit, then gingerly inserted the damp digit into her tunnel. Mary began to take on a flush. "I've got an ass, too..." she related, "and IT isn't virgin, either..." She smiled lazily while both boys considered this datum.

Stick extracted his finger and popped it into his mouth. "Mmmm, not bad!" He wet it again from Mary's secretions and popped it into Teddy's mouth. Teddy blinked and nodded agreement, following up with his own wet- finger exploration. Mary went back to jacking Teddy's foreskin back and forth over his mushroom glans. Stick went back to chewing nipple, but laid his left hand over Mary's pudenda and started rubbing her clitoral hood.

"Ummmmmm!" Mary purred. From her perspective, this was going pretty well; the boys were deep into exploration and weren't busy watching their backs, and she was getting more attention than one boy could comfortably provide.

Teddy wasn't unhappy. He had a cock in one hand, and two fingers of the other buried in Mary's damp channel, and both recipients of his attention seemed pleased with his efforts.

Stick wasn't complaining, either. Teddy's hands were soft and gentle on his raging cock, and chewing Mary's nips was fun! He was getting a certain sense of accomplishment out of watching the flush steal down Mary's chest as his efforts at chasing her clitoris around beneath its covering bore fruit. It WAS getting bigger - no great shakes, but definitely findable at this point. Then Teddy made his day as warm lips settled over the head of Stick's aching cock. "Ahhhhh! Damn!"

Mary's hips were starting to roll, and she figured she could do with a taste, too, so she dropped over to her right, lifting her left leg onto the couch back. Stick went with her, trying to maintain his lock on her breast, but the position didn't work, so he settled for continuing to work on her clit, using his thumb for the attack. Teddy surrendered her vagina, so Stick took over, wetting and working two fingers into the tunnel. Mary draped her leg over Stick's frame and her hips resumed rolling as she succumbed to the attack.

With all of her adjustments made, Mary turned her attention to Teddy. Lowering her lips over his erection, she discovered that he was indeed a mouthful; the broad, flanged head spread her jaws wide. In addition, it began to grow again almost immediately, the shaft extending further until the foreskin was fully retracted. Mary grabbed Teddy's hips, for he was thrashing like a gaffed fish!

Poor Teddy's experience as a recipient of sexual attentions was exactly zero, and Mary's mouth opened new worlds for him. He was totally unprepared for the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on his penis, and it caused him to lose control almost immediately. He nearly choked on Stick's erection, then started thrashing wildly, trying to both welcome and escape the cascade of sensation. Mary was taking him in for only the third time when he lurched up off Stick's cock and screeched, "Oh, Gawd, I'm gonna shoot!" He made an ineffectual attempt to escape, but Mary stayed with him. He went totally stiff, gave a strained grunt, and the flood began!

Mary was impressed! She had expected quick blasts - squirt... squirt... squirt... What she got was squirrrrt... squirrrt... squirrrt - individual ejaculations were a mouthful, and she was hard pressed to keep up! She cradled his scrotum and discovered a pair of sizeable balls - and triggered two more shots from Teddy's sperm cannon!

Teddy was elsewhere. He had both hands buried in Mary's strawberry blonde locks and his whole consciousness poured out the end of his cock with his seed. When it was over, he collapsed across Stick's crotch and lay there, boneless, trying to stroke Mary's hair as she gently milked him of the leftovers. This effort was too much for him to stand on his over- sensitized erection, so he weakly pushed Mary away - only to find out that he really didn't want her mouth gone, either. "E-easy..." he groaned.

Stick grinned from ear to ear, "Good shit, huh?"

"Oh, fuck, it was..." Words failed Teddy. He gently backed her off his cock, scooted down and kissed Mary full on the mouth.

Mary couldn't have been more surprised if he'd hit her with a baseball bat! Shock and surprise started it, but then her emotions went haywire in a cascade reaction that the high state of arousal that Stick's efforts at her clit and in her vagina only served to intensify. While she fervently returned the kiss, tears leaked from her eyes and she began to shake, clutching Teddy to her.

Teddy broke the kiss and locked eyes with Stick. "Fuck her - now! I've got this end!" He took a nipple in each hand and resumed the kiss.

Stick shrugged. When Teddy had disengaged from his erection, it had left him at loose ends, so... He gently repositioned Mary, bringing her leg down from the couch back, and began to rub the tip of his erection along her wet furrow while maintaining the clitoral stimulation.

Mary was having a tough time with control. Teddy had turned an uncomplicated act of generosity into an emotional event for her, and the fact that she knew it was dangerous to the relationship she was trying to foster didn't help her to deal with it. The unmistakable feel of a cock head at her entrance DID distract her from Teddy's insistent lips, however. Teddy recognized the shift of her attention, and disengaged his lips from hers, moving them to her right breast.

Mary was tight! She might be big, and she might NOT be virgin, but her li'l pussy hole was snug! Stick was deeply surprised as he worked the head of his cock through the tight ring at the entrance to Mary's vagina. It was difficult, despite the copious flow of Mary's lubricant and the fact that Stick's cock was still wet from Teddy's saliva. But it was hot and sweet, and Stick couldn't remember ever feeling ANYTHING so good! He managed to wedge in about two inches, then backed off a bit to spread the lubrication, moving slowly despite the incredible levels of sensation. He managed another inch or so on the next stroke, and another on the next, but it was taking all of his willpower not to just go nuts and try to bury his meat while blowing his wad! He glanced up from the point of insertion to find both Teddy and Mary watching him, Mary looking anxious, eyes wet. "You okay, Babe?" he asked. Mary nodded, wide-eyed, and reached down to grab and support her knees, spreading herself a bit wider. Stick was reaching the point where he was getting a serious amount - six or seven inches - buried with each stroke. Catching Teddy's eye, he wheezed, "You gotta (puff) try this! (gasp) It's fuckin' (puff) incredible! (wheeze) If you thought (puff) a blowjob (gasp) was good..." Teddy grinned around the nipple he was chewing, and Mary relaxed a bit, her eyes going glassy as she concentrated on feeling Stick at work.

Mary was flatly amazed. Every time Stick drove forward, there was more of him filling her hungry channel! And it felt wonderful! Stick was taking his time, not making like a jackrabbit but slowly forcing open the folds of her tunnel in an effort to fit the monstrous length of his erection, and she could feel every millimeter of new ground that he covered. For he was DEFINITELY into new ground - none of her previous sexual partners had been blessed with Stick's amazing length!

The next in-stroke ended with Stick's glans butted up against Mary's cervix, so he held it there for a moment. Mary glanced down, surprised - she'd expected to feel his pubic bone on hers. The glance made the reason obvious; there was a good inch and a half of Stick's cockshaft showing! Stick maintained a gentle pressure, wondering, 'Will she stretch out? Is this a regular thing?' Nobody had ever mentioned the idea that he might bottom out... As a distraction, he asked Teddy, "So, how does she kiss?"

"Pretty good!" Teddy replied, "I'd recommend it!"

Stick nodded and shifted forward to try it himself... But he didn't get there, something weird was happening!

Mary felt it, too, and the pair locked eyes in astonishment as Mary's cervix flowered open to accept the head of Stick's cock!

"Wo!" Stick flowed forward, his glans lodging beyond Mary's cervix. It was like a pussy in a pussy! "Holy shit!"

Mary was mildly uncomfortable, but she was SOOO full of cock! "E- easy!" she moaned, "I don't think it's supposed to do that!"

" 'Kay!" Stick didn't want to hurt Mary, but this got him fully in. "Do I hafta come out, or can you get used to it?" To demonstrate the benefit, he rolled his hips, grinding against her mound.

Mary was fighting an instinctual ambivalence. Her hands were up to push him back, but the sparks coming from her clit as he ground against her pubic bone felt SOOO good... "Let's see if we can make it work," she gasped. Maybe if you pop in and out a few times... ?"

" 'Kay!" Stick pulled back just enough to extract his glans through the barrier, then gently slid forward again. The rubbery ring nibbled at his cock and he moaned, gritting his teeth at the incredible sensation. "Damn! That shit's unbefuckinglievable! I gotta take it easy, or I'll blow!"

That did it - there was no way that Mary was going to deny him! "Okay!" she wheezed, "Take your time! I want to get the full effect!"

Stick nodded and pulled back again, taking a couple of seconds to master himself before pressing forward again. Then he again held still with his glans in Mary's uterus.

Teddy looked confused. "What's going on?" he queried.

"I... went past the end..." Stick didn't have the words.

"He's beyond my cervix," Mary amplified. "I'm not sure that's supposed to happen, but..."

"It's infuckingcredible! Like there's ANOTHER pussy in there! Shit!" Stick exclaimed, executing another short stroke.

"You aren't hurting her, are you?" Teddy worried.

"No, no, - I'm okay!" Mary assured him. "Once won't hurt anything. I'll ask my doctor if it's bad in the long run, but it doesn't hurt..." 'Much!' she added to herself.

"I'm bein' careful!" Stick sulked.

"No, no, it's fine!" Mary assured him, rubbing his hard chest, "Just fine!" Teddy looked dubious, but went back to abusing Mary's nipples.

Stick WAS being careful, and every stroke got easier. The mild pain layered itself under the delicious fullness and the spikes coming from Mary's clit from the grinding motion Stick was applying while buried to the hilt, and Mary's hips started to roll in sympathy. "I think we can... speed it up... now!" she wheezed. Stick nodded and withdrew several inches, then again socketed himself at a less tentative pace - not fast, yet, but with more authority. Mary gasped.

"You okay?" Stick worried.

"Yeah," Mary nodded, wide-eyed, "Felt... good!"

Mary wanted another kiss, but Stick was working from a nearly vertical position, and thus too distant. So she offered her lips to Teddy, who took them, working his tongue into her mouth to tease hers. They did battle for a bit, and Mary pulled back. "Poor Teddy!" she exclaimed, "You want some more head?"

"Nah, it's okay," Teddy replied, "I wanna watch! Besides, I've got these to chew!" indicating her nipples.

Mary smiled, but she was starting to drift. Her cervix had dilated to a comfortable level, and Stick had settled into a nice, long stroke that took full advantage of his amazing length. Mary's ass was dancing to a tune dictated by instinct, as she rolled her hips and drove her crotch up to meet him. Teddy watched her eyes go glassy, then glanced down to watch Sticks long cock slide in and out between her stretched labia. Mary got redder and redder, mostly in silence except for some hoarse breathing, but finally the sensations forced an utterance. "Oh!" she exclaimed, eyes widening as the first waves began to crash over her, "Oh, fuck!" Then the dam burst, and the cords stood out on her neck as she tensed to ride the wave of her climax, wailing, "Oh FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!"

Stick grinned from ear to ear. 'I got this l'il bitch hoppin'!' he thought to himself, inordinately pleased. Then Mary's pussy began to pulse. It had been tight before; now he was hard pressed to keep his cock moving as waves of contractions poured down her clasping tunnel. The novel sensation was just too much to bear! "AAAAWWWWW SHIIIIIT!!!" Stick squalled at the top of his lungs as he buried himself and began to pulse out long, thick streams of cum directly into Mary's uterus. Mary clutched his hips to her as hers continued to roll, taking him with her. After about thirty seconds, Stick collapsed forward onto Mary's stomach and chest, spent. "Shit, that was good!" he groaned.

"Mmmmm!" Mary agreed, rubbing his hard back.



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Chapter 118: Familiar territory


Rick followed Mandi through the suite's connecting door and swatted her on the ass. "Get in there and kneel up!" he directed, "I'll be right with you!" He stopped at their drink cart, topped off two glasses, and collected a few strawberries on a plate, then made his way to the bedroom. Mandi was turning down the bed; one look at Rick and it became a very hurried effort. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at her boyfriend, who laid his burden on the nightstand and reached out fondly to rub her back through the nightie, reveling in the silken feel. "Where do you want it, Sweetheart?"

Mandi turned an impish smile on him, "Back in my pussy - first!"

Rick shucked the robe and knelt up behind her. "Want any more foreplay?" he chuckled, running his hands in circles over the soft globes of her buttocks.

Mandi purred and shook her head. "Uh uh. I just want you to put out the fire!"

Rick grinned. Mandi's pudenda were soaked; her little game in the chair had backfired on her. Now she wanted the benefit of a MOVING cock! "Say 'Pretty please'!" he admonished.

"Pretty please!" Mandi responded, "Oh, pretty, pretty please! You've been teasing me all night, and I can't wait!" Mandi lowered her upper body to the mattress and twitched her ass, looking like a cat in heat.

"That's pretty lewd!" Rick observed, chuckling.

"If I can't be lewd with you, who can I be lewd with?" Mandi smiled over her shoulder.

"True enough," Rick agreed, wetting his glans by wiping it along her damp furrow. "Besides, after that display in the sitting room..."

"You're not mad, are you?" Mild apprehension colored Mandi's voice.

"Nah!" Rick chuckled, "Any time you get a jump on Dina, I'M likely to approve!" There followed a silence as both concentrated upon the sensations generated by Rick's slow insertion of eight inches of cock into Mandi's receptive channel.

"Mmmmmmm!" Mandi purred as Rick's scrotum drifted into contact with her clitoris. "Nice!"

Rick murmured agreement, sliding his hands up and down along Mandi's ribs. The couple had taken only a short time to become really comfortable with one another, to the point that sleeping alone was an idea that both instinctively despised. Rick wasn't happy unless he was snuggled against Mandi - preferably buried in her as he was now - and Mandi, if anything, was even more adamant. As a result, Rick recognized the little hunching motions Mandi was making as a request to set up a rhythm and give her some joy. He put himself in gear, setting up a nice, long, moderately paced stroke, his hands settling on Mandi's generous hips for anchorage.

Mandi started to purr almost immediately. Rick's cock was a perfect fit, and he knew those little touches that added so much, including a trip- hammer snap at the end of an otherwise smooth stroke that increased her surface-level stimulation. He varied the speed and tempo, shifting the angle a bit here and there to keep her from being desensitized, alternating long and short strokes - he seemed to have a new trick to try every time! Now, as Mandi started to float toward her first climax, throwing herself back into his strokes, he wet a finger in her secretions and started probing her anus - not deep, just in and out of the rubbery opening. In a few moments, Mandi began making her signature "Oh? Oh? Oh?" on every in stroke, and Rick firmed his grip on her hip, knowing that if she got away from him when she stiffened up, they would both lose their fight for satisfaction.

It didn't happen, though. Since Mandi was down flat, lying her head on her hands, when she stiffened, it took very little on Rick's part to keep her from catastrophically trying to straighten her legs. Instead, she arched her back, her head coming up, sightless eyes staring at the bedpost as she tried to force a breathless wail through paralyzed lungs.

Mandi had been building tension for this one all night, absorbing the feel of Rick's hands on her breasts at the dance and the wonderful tongue attack on her vulva at Gino's, so it was huge when it arrived. Mandi's vagina began a wringing set of contractions, mirrored by her anal sphincter wrapped around Rick's finger, while her overloaded nervous system flashed waves of pleasure across her body. She made no sound - she'd stopped breathing - every resource she has was concentrated upon trying to absorb the instrument of pleasure working between her legs.

Rick gritted his teeth and tried to maintain himself through the orgasm, but it was impossible. The wet heat caused by the rush of fluids around his cock, the shifting velvet grip of her warm pussy, the smell of her musky fluids, the excitement - even the pulsing clasp of her little anal mouth combined to make it impossible for him to fail to succumb. Rick gave a strained grunt, buried himself, and exploded in a series of heavy pulsations that seemed to find a trigger in Mandi's wringing pulsations. After what seemed like eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, Rick resumed his connection to this universe and began to run his hands over Mandi's back in a caressing massage, helping her to release her tension. Mandi's head dropped back onto her arms, and she lay there, smiling gently with her eyes closed as the quakes faded away. "Good, Sweetheart?" Rick asked, gently.

"Mmmmmm! Wonderful!" Mandi purred, "Again?"

Rick assessed the feel of his still buried erection. Mandi had teased quite a load from it, and he wasn't sure... "Gimme a minute. Champagne?"

On the far side of the pair of suites, Dina and Bobby were necking and sipping champagne, comparing notes. "Gonna be some changes if any of the things we did tonight take," Bobby observed. He took a mouthful of wine and then lowered his lips over an up-thrust pert brown nipple, bathing it in the bubbly liquid.

"Aaaaahh! Jeezus, that's cold!" Dina exclaimed, then settled back to enjoy the effervescence. "Feels weird!" She mused a bit. "Three or four isolated pockets of people are going to merge... but that always happens when you bring couples together. Look what happened to us!"

"Yeah, it's kind of like chemistry. The trick seems to be bringing the chemicals together!" Bobby mused.

"Well, it's more than that, or people would just couple up in the halls at school!" Dina remonstrated. "Our trick is expectation setting. You give both members of a couple a reality check, then throw them together with an agreement to tolerate one another for a period of time and an incentive to make it work!"

Bobby grinned, "Even if the incentive is 'You'll never get a chance to do better!'"

"Yeah," Dina agreed, grinning, "Seems like the side effects are more spectacular than the primary reactions - look at Thelma and Danny! By the time we left Gino's, Thelma was... changed..."

"I thought she was gonna crawl under Danny's shirt, she was cuddled up to him so tight!" Bobby chuckled.

"Well, there's more to it than that," Dina worried, "I hope Danny knows what he's doing - Thelma is as fragile as an egg right now. Danny's punched through the hard shell she shows the world and is into the gooey insides. If he drops her, she'll shatter!"

"I think he gets it," Bobby offered tentatively. "He damn sure knows she's not acting normally, and I think he knows why... I also think he realizes that the benefits apply to more people than just him!"

"Well, it could STILL fall apart if and when he bursts her bubble. He isn't perfect, after all. Nobody is!" Dina replied.

"Well, time will tell..." Bobby replied, philosophically.

"Mmmm, yes. Speaking of time, ours is about up!" Dina changed the subject.

"Yeah?" Bobby looked at her sidelong.

"Yeah," Dina replied. "Our agreed period of experimentation ended tonight. You've been wonderful, Lover, so I'm gonna pay off!"

Bobby's stomach clenched, "And?"

"And?" Dina eyed him sidelong. "That's not enough?"

'Christ, is she kidding?' Bobby wondered, while the knot in his stomach grew. "Uh, no..."

"It was enough when we started..." Dina pretended nonchalance.

Bobby took a breath. "No. It never was," he declared. There! Now it was out! He'd said it!

Dina smiled. "I guess I should stop teasing you now?"

Bobby released pent-up breath. "It'd be nice!"

Dina smiled lazily. "Well, where do YOU think we're headed? We should probably get it out in the open..."

Bobby dithered, "Well, uh, I guess I ought to throttle it back a bit..."

"Why?" Dina regarded him archly.

"Well, it's not very respectful..." Bobby offered.

"So, you respect me?" Dina teased.

"Dina! C'mon, dammit!" Bobby howled in frustration.

Dina caressed his cheek and took pity on him. "Okay," she sighed, "This is how I figure it's gonna go: I don't want an exclusive arrangement, yet - there's too much to learn and do. I think that should apply to both of us; I don't think either one of us should feel that they have to pass up an opportunity for an experience just because of the feelings we have for one another. Does this sound familiar?"

Bobby frowned. "Yeah. You were serious, then?"

"Yes, Lover, I was serious," Dina confirmed. "I'm not sure that I'm a one-man woman, yet. I'm gonna want to try a few things... If you can deal with it, you can be my partner in crime. I won't cheat on you - you'll always know where I've been, beforehand, if possible. There will be no surprises. If the game allows, you can play, too." She locked eyes with him. "In return, I want the same from you: Don't avoid something just because of me, but keep me in the loop. Sex is sex, and love is love, and while they work well in combination, it's not the ONLY one! If it's not in the way of whatever scam one or both of us is running, I want a lien on this thing!" She reached under the blanket and grasped his somewhat flaccid cock. "Deal?"

Bobby wasn't thrilled. "Until when?" he asked, suspiciously.

Dina shrugged. "It's at will, Lover. Whenever one of us finds something better, he or she should feel free to can it, unilaterally. But no bullshit - if it's done, it's done, and whoever calls it quits should inform the other immediately, without any hemming and hawing - just be up- front about it. If we survive the next couple of years like that, with me finishing high school and you off to college, then maybe we can look at something more permanent."

"I'm not thrilled!" Bobby was positively petulant.

"No?" Dina feigned surprise. "Most guys would be! Why not?"

Bobby waved an arm. "Too much competition out there! I'm gonna lose ya! There's nothing..." He ran out of steam. How could he make her understand? Girls couldn't stand him - but she would be hip deep in boys! How could he measure up? Especially in absentia?

Dina shook her head, smiling. "You underestimate yourself, Lover. Most boys can't put up with my ways - they're too wild and crazy! Stuff you grin at and pitch in to help with would crush their fragile egos! We're soul mates, you and I - but we both need things a little fast and loose - and VERY public! You're mine, and I'm yours - I just want you to understand that we're tied together, but not fenced in. I might do - well anything! - but my default condition will be cuddled up to you! Okay?"

"Well, okay," Bobby sulked. "We'll play it like that and see how it goes. I'm just nervous, is all. What about in public?"

"Oh, that?" Dina grinned. "No changes. I want us to set the standard for outrageous behavior." She dimpled, "But after tonight, you'll be telling the truth!"

Bobby flat wasn't ready. His ego had just taken a pounding, and he'd been nervous to start with. "Uh, you sure? We don't hafta tonight - I'll take a rain check..."

"No, Lover, we'll do it tonight. We're gonna take advantage of peace and quiet, nice surroundings, and a total lack of parental supervision, and you're gonna rock my world!" Dina assured him.

Bobby squirmed. "I'm, uh, not..."

"I know," Dina smiled. "Give Mama a kiss, and we'll see if we can't get Little Bobby to join the party." A deep, tongue-twisting kiss assisted Dina's efforts at getting a rise out of his organ with her hand, but hand jobs are clumsy. She tossed off the sheets and began lavinshing attention on Bobby's cock with her mouth and tongue.

This was more than effective. Bobby's erection firmed, his glans sliding out of his foreskin like a turtle's head going after lettuce. Bobby returned the favor, pulling Dina's crotch around to where he could delve his tongue into her tight slit. In no time, Bobby's tongue was eliciting little grunting moans around his erection. The vibrations added to Dina's efforts, and Bobby's earlier mortification was forgotten as his cock went totally rampant. Dina tried to control her reactions by maintaining her attention on the quality of her oral efforts, but Bobby's tongue proved too talented. Finally, she let go totally, burying her nose in his pubic hair for a moment before whipping her head from side to side, panting, "Yes! There! There! Yes! Oh God! Yes! There! There! AaaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUGGH!" Dina thrashed like a wild thing, finally wrapping both legs around Bobby's buried face. As quick as onset of her climax was, she seemed to come back even quicker. "Awww, shit, that was good! Back off, now, Lover, and let me get yours - if you keep it up, I can't do a proper job!"

Bobby backed off, pleased with himself, settling for an occasional teasing lick. Dina set herself to collect Bobby's first emission of the night. Remembering Helen's admonition regarding excess suction, she worked on soaking Bobby's shaft in spit and floating it on her tongue, using her ovalled lips to supply a tight ring of sensation. Deep throat was out - she didn't bother to try, that could come later; she settled for wet, soft heat and motion. It worked, too - in no time, Bobby was clutching her narrow hips to give his hands something to do while he strained and quivered under her liquid caress. She would work for about thirty seconds, moving her lips constantly over his shaft from just covering his glans to the five inches or so that she could comfortably accept, then take a breath and adjust for whatever comfort issues she needed to deal with. A bit over four minutes in, Bobby showed unmistakable signs of final approach: he got stiff and started making whistling gasps through his nose. Dina hung on and made the additional few seconds' effort, and was rewarded when Bobby arched his back and let out a strained "WAAAAAAHHH!" the purple tip of his cock swelling with the pulsations of his ejaculation. The first blast hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex, but she got it under control and swallowed the creamy flood. Dina milked Bobby gently with her mouth, extending the sensation, and making him lurch and groan from the attack on his sensitive tissues just as he had done with her vulva. Once done, she rotated around and stretched out atop him, sighing, "My, that was nice! But we've done it before... Gather your energy Lover, the main event is just around the corner!" Bobby grinned and handed her a champagne glass.



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Chapter 119: The pool house


Ray Hightower, Jr. glanced up from the TV at the sound of his son's car pulling into the drive. His wife, Melanie, had given up the fight and was snoozing on the couch. He hopped up to meet his son as he bounded in the door. "Hi, Jimmy, how was the Prom?"

Jimmy was bouncing like the Energizer Bunny. "Good, Dad - surprisingly good! Danny and I are kind of wired, so we figured we'd spend the night in the pool house, okay?"

Jimmy's anxiety gave him away; Ray became instantly suspicious. Jimmy and Danny had spent a multitude of evenings in the pool house under worse conditions, and it was never an issue - why be anxious? But Ray trusted Jimmy enough to know that whatever hijinks he and Danny were up to, they wouldn't be serious, so he didn't let on. "Sure, Son, let me get the key..." He headed upstairs while Jimmy made for the kitchen, to drop some sodas into the cooler that he kept there for that purpose.

Ray's den - and more importantly, his bedroom, had a good view of the driveway where Jimmy's five year old BMW was parked. He collected the key from his desk and slunk over to peer out the window.

Danny was leaning against the car nonchalantly, but a high-pitched giggle alerted Ray to the fact that he was not the only person there. As Ray watched, Jimmy stepped out from under the shade of the porch roof and gave Danny the high sign, then turned and ducked back inside. Danny glanced up at the house, then opened the driver's door - it being the farthest from the windows at the entry - and handed out a brunette with a stunning amount of cleavage displayed in her off-the shoulder formal. 'Danny's doing well for himself!' Ray mused - but then came the REAL surprise! Danny handed a second, more conservatively constructed young woman out of the car, and she went directly into his arms! Ray blinked, and muttered to himself, 'Well, I'll be damned!" grinning from ear to ear.

Ray understood well Jimmy's difficulties with women - he'd had them himself! Jimmy got much of his looks, as well as his intelligence, from Ray - and his lack of social skills, too. Melanie had been a windfall for Ray - only the fact that the young socialite had gotten a broken ankle skiing and was in desperate need of a math tutor had thrown them together long enough for Melanie to discover Ray's hidden charms. It had taken Ray three weeks to get comfortable enough with her to be able to initiate casual touching. Melanie's quick buss after successful completion of a particularly difficult quadratic equation had led rapidly to something more torrid, and the discovery that Ray, who was a whole lot nicer than her current football paramour, was packing twice the equipment below the belt(!) had locked Ray in. Melanie's father had been gruff when he caught them on the couch a week later - Ray Senior was a used car salesman, and this put Ray somewhat below Melanie's station - but his obvious intelligence caused him to withhold his wrath, and the pair proceeded slowly toward eventual marriage.

Ray reached into the nightstand and recovered something he hadn't used himself in decades, but had purchased for just this eventuality - a 12-pack of rubbers! He was pleased to death that lightning had apparently struck for Jimmy, and he wanted nothing to go wrong. Whistling, he tossed the pool house key in the air and headed downstairs, secreting the other package in his robe.

Ray met his son in the kitchen, just as Melanie staggered in sleepily. "How was the Prom, Dear?" she asked, adding, "Sorry you didn't have a date..." Melanie was smotheringly overprotective of her only son. Jimmy was dependent upon his father to conspire with him to give him any space at all. Doubtless she would have scared any prospective date off... 

"Oh, it was great, Mom!" Jimmy replied, allowing himself to give vent to his joy without imparting the reason for it, "Danny and I are so psyched, we're gonna jam out in the pool house, tonight!"

"Well, all right, Dear," Melanie frowned. She just couldn't understand why Jimmy would not want to sleep in his room, but... 

Jimmy supplied the necessary reason: "It'll be loud, Mom..."

Melanie nodded, sleepily. Baby was home... She turned for the stairs.

Ray watched her out of the room, then began rooting in the cooler. "There's beer in the fridge," he observed, directing a significant glance at his son, "Better take a six-pack!"

Alarm bells rang as Jimmy reached blindly for the refrigerator. "Beer? Since when? Besides, Danny and I don't drink THAT much..."

Ray grinned like a shark. "Not after eight sodas, anyway. On the other hand, who knows what your other two guests will want?" Jimmy blanched, but Ray unlimbered the package of prophylactics. "Better take these, too. Looks to me like you and Dan had quite a time!" He stepped forward and wrapped Jimmy in a hug. "Have a good time, Son. I know you'll act responsibly." His nose wrinkled. "Boy, it's a good thing you didn't offer to kiss your mother good night, or the jig would have been up! I'd know that musk anywhere!"

Jimmy blushed scarlet. "Oops!"

Ray grinned broadly. "How is it that Danny got the little slip of a thing and you got... ?" Hands holding up invisible breasts in front of his chest finished the description.

Jimmy grinned. "Dumb luck! The other one's a girlfriend of hers, with a rep as a whirling bitch! Funny, though - turns out Danny knows all of her buttons; ninety seconds on the dance floor and she was all over him like a coat of paint!"

Ray laughed. "Sounds like a Helluva story. Tomorrow, maybe? They're out waiting by the gate by now..."

"Sure, Dad!" He gathered up the paraphernalia and turned for the door. "Uh, think you can keep Mom from totally freaking when she does the obligatory breakfast thing? I think they're staying the night... And I've got plans for Amy..."

Ray sighed. "The loud scream you hear when I tell her that her baby is in bed with another woman will be your wakeup call!"

"Thanks, Dad!" Jimmy grinned, ducking out the door. He knew that his father would damp his mother's oscillations before she appeared at the pool house... 

The Hightowers lived in a nice neighborhood, but it didn't reflect their actual means at all! Mansion on the hill would have been more like it... When Ray, Jr. had reached sixteen, he wheedled $500 out of Ray Sr. for an investment scheme, and had returned with $25,000 so fast that the older man's head swam! Ray Jr. had a gift for identifying emerging technologies and the associated business sense, something which far surpassed Ray Sr.'s abilities, which centered upon being personable. Ray Sr. had seen the lie of the wind and had surrendered control of a large portion of the assets from his used car dealership - and had never looked back! Ray Sr. was now semi-retired, living off the proceeds of three NEW car dealerships, and Ray Jr., thanks to a clear vision of what was and what was not a technological breakthrough, had steered through the shoals of the dot com debacle and was an investment banker and real estate developer worth a couple of hundred million. His father-in-law, who had also benefited from Ray's advice, blessed the day when he allowed good sense to override his wrath at finding his daughter impaled on the boy's cock while he lay on his couch. But Ray kept his head down, preferring to maintain his anonymity and the freedom of an open schedule from which to observe trends without having his elbow joggled constantly by the necessity of power meetings with other movers and shakers. He had developed a canny staff of intermediaries who were decision-makers in their own right, and he used them as a shield, largely eschewing the trappings of the rich and famous.

So, while they had a 'nice' two-story, five bedroom house in a 'nice' neighborhood, it wasn't a mansion, by any means. Jimmy's used BMW was easily explained by his grandfather's car dealerships - indeed, at a glance, they were the family's only apparent source of wealth!

The 'pool house' was one of the few visible aspects of this largesse. During the original construction of the subdivision, the developer had installed a small neighborhood pool in a relatively secluded area that just happened to be centered directly behind the Hightower residence. Jimmy loved to swim, and when the co-op decided that the pool was too small and thus impossible to support economically for the neighborhood and approved construction of a much larger pool complex two streets over, (whether there was any coercion involved was unclear, but Ray DID donate handsomely to new construction) Ray quietly bought up the parcel that extended behind his house and that of his two neighbors, acquiring it. Situated near the pool beyond the gate that Jimmy was now carefully unlocking was a small building that had originally housed changing rooms, restrooms, and storage for pool equipment and chemicals. When Jimmy reached age twelve, it became apparent that while he undoubtedly loved his mother, Jimmy was being smothered by her, and needed a place to hide and "do his own thing". Quiet discussions with his father yielded a plan: Jimmy would redo the inside of the pool house to suit himself, leaving one bath and one changing area, but converting the others and the storage space to his own purposes. The pool equipment was relegated to a small storage shed, and Jimmy and Danny had set to work to turn the remaining space into a modern, high-tech bachelor pad, complete with a couple of beds (Danny was almost invariably around when Jimmy slept there), broadband internet, a huge TV, stereo, and computers. There was a small refrigerator that tended to stay virtually empty from their depredations, which occasioned the restocking from the kitchen. Melanie refused to maintain it - it was her primary demonstration of her disapproval of the place, but not the only one. Regular complaints of, "Why he has to sleep out THERE, when he has a perfectly good bedroom..." and a tendency to cover surprise inspections of the pool house by delivering breakfast were also high on the list.

The lock snicked open and the couples sneaked through, Danny lugging the cooler. Jimmy stopped and turned on the underwater pool lights, bathing the area in an eerie blue glow. "Oooo, cool!" Amy enthused, "Too bad I didn't bring a suit..."

Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, certain of the come-on. "Well, I MIGHT be able to find you something skimpy, but there's no REQUIREMENT to wear anything..." Amy tittered, and Thelma and Danny eyed one another, Danny unlimbering a sardonic grin. The group circled around to the pool side of the building, and Jimmy unlocked the door and switched on the lights. "Ladies, the pool house! Welcome! Make yourselves at home!"

Lights revealed that the entire wall to their right was a series of folding screens that could be folded back to reveal the pool. To their front left was the entrance to a good-sized shower room, complete with bath fixtures. Along the back wall, left to right, were a small refrigerator and couple of double beds. The wall to the right sported a mass of computers and electronic equipment, and a large entertainment center, including a stereo and a large TV. Occupying the center of the room was a couch and a couple of comfortable-looking chairs, clustered around a coffee table. Amy nodded approval - not bad! Danny lugged the cooler to the refrigerator, and began emptying it, glancing at Jimmy under raised eyebrows as he extracted the beer. Jimmy made to help, but was primarily involved in surreptitiously kicking a couple of girlie magazines under the bed.

Jimmy crossed to where Amy was still standing by the door and waved her toward the couch. "Uh, Amy? When are you due home?"

"Oh!" Amy exclaimed, and looked at Jimmy, "Phone?"

Jimmy waved to a handset on the end table, and Amy moved to pick it up and dial. "Mom? Yes, we're fine. The dance was wonderful, and we stopped off at Gino's for a snack! Yeah, that's why I called - I want to stay with Thelma tonight, okay? You know how it is..." Similar comments led her mother down the garden path to a place where she THOUGHT she could see her daughter sleeping over with her best friend - a fine illusion, and quite effective. "Okay, Mom. Bye!" Amy winked at Thelma, "Mom sends her love. She says to try not to be TOO unhappy..." Amy dissolved in a giggle, while Thelma blushed bright red. Nothing she could think of to say wouldn't let the cat TOTALLY out of the bag; fact was, she was waiting for things to fall apart, but happy to cherish what had gone before, regardless.

Jimmy looked at Amy, and queried, "Thelma is covered, too?"

Amy simpered, "Yeah, she's spending the night with me!" Jimmy's eyes danced as he waved her over to select some music.

Thelma was watching the pair, and totally missed Danny's catlike approach. Suddenly, big hands wrapped around her waist, and Thelma froze, only to melt as soft lips descended upon her neck. "Uuummmmm!" The only downside to the position was that she couldn't wrap her arms around the big lug!

Danny gently guided her to a chair, which he sat in and pulled her slight form down atop him. Thelma ducked his attempt to continue worrying her neck, offering her lips instead - which Danny found perfectly acceptable... 

A quiet ballad began to issue from speakers around the room, and Jimmy slid out of his coat. "I'm going to get more comfortable," he announced, "although I'm not sure what we can do to help you..." The room didn't sport a closet, although there were coathooks scattered around the walls, a legacy of the area's changing room days. Jimmy fished a hanger off one near one of the beds and carefully hung the coat on it - it was rented, after all... Working at his tie, he returned to Amy. "Well, let's see," he grinned, "Restrictive underclothing is about handled. Shoes?" He knelt. "Would milady care to present her foot?" Amy tittered and offered a foot, which he extracted from its 3" heel. He then extracted the other, and wandered off toward the bath area with them while Amy sighed gratefully as her toes tasted the indoor/outdoor carpeting. "I think we've got some sandals..."

Amy sighed in pleasure, "Mmmm, that's MUCH better!" The shoes had been new, and she was unused to wearing heels that high, anyway. Her feet felt like they were oozing into a flat puddle on the floor after their imprisonment.

Danny, who had broken their kiss to look on, cursed. "Damn!" He glanced apologetically at Thelma, "Whatever happened to those damned pantyhose?"

Thelma smiled. "I managed to get rid of them at Gino's."

"Sorry, Babe," Danny apologized, "I told you I'd handle it!"

"S'okay," Thelma murmured, "You want to pull my shoes?" Danny nodded and Thelma backed herself onto the chair arm so he could work at the straps.

Danny worked loose the left shoe, dropped it beside the chair, and duplicated the effort for the right. Then he took a foot in each hand, rubbing them. Thelma again wondered, and this time gave voice to the question: "You got a thing about feet?"

Danny blinked. "Nope. But yours are awful pretty." Thelma found that she had nothing to say; the off-the-cuff compliment had locked her throat, anyway. She started rubbing his massive shoulders through his coat while he continued the foot massage, which, frankly, felt wonderful. After a bit, she began working to loosen his coat and tie. Danny looked up, "Dunno what we can do 'bout your dress..."

Jimmy brought Amy a pair of woven sandals, but she waved them off. "Barefoot is fine. But it WOULD be nice if I could get out of this..." she waved at her dress.

Jimmy scratched his head. "Well, there's some stuff in the closet nook in the changing room where I got these, but..."

Amy picked up Thelma with her eyes. "Let's go look!" Thelma slid down from the chair arm into Danny's lap ("Oof!") and gingerly got up, spinning quickly to apologize. Danny took the apology in the form of a quick kiss, taking her by surprise by whipping a hand behind her head and pulling her to him. After a moment's contact, Danny released her and she stood there, mouth gaping like a fish, until Danny smiled and waved her off.

Amy watched, amused, from the changing room door. By the time Thelma reached the door, she was shaking like a leaf. As the door closed behind her, she husked, "He keeps rattling me! I just don't know..."

Amy laughed, "If you can stand it?"

"Well..." Thelma took a breath, shook herself, and stamped her bare foot. "It's not funny! I've got no defense against him! What am I gonna do when he's done with me?"

"I think you'd better worry about the next couple of hours!" Amy reproved, digging through the small closet. "We're staying the night - right? You had plans for tonight - plans that Danny's almost ALREADY made come true... Given what you're telling me, he's gonna finish up, and you CAN'T STOP HIM - so why don't you relax and enjoy it?" She turned and waved Thelma over. "What are we gonna wear?"

Outside, in the main room, the question surfaced among the males. "If we toss the rest of these rigs," Danny rumbled, "what do WE wear?"

"Well," Jimmy returned while his brain went into overdrive, "Amy likes the pool... Swim trunks?"

"Cool," Danny agreed, nodding, and started shucking out of his tuxedo trousers.

"Dad gave me these..." Jimmy fished the small box out of his coat pocket.

Danny eyed the box, instantly recognizing it. "Guess we didn't outsmart him, after all!"

"Yeah, I guess he saw you guys unloading while he was upstairs," Jimmy grinned. "Dad's the least of our worries - Mom would have freaked!"

Danny grinned back, "Might still, if she pulls that breakfast thing!"

"Well," Jimmy replied, making a face, "Dad said he'd soften the blow, if it looked like she was gonna do it. Given what I THINK is about to happen, it'll be worth it! What should I do with these things?"

Jeez, I dunno! I don't wanna be caught holdin'!" Danny exclaimed, one foot in the trunks he kept permanently at Jimmy's, "The night table?"

"Yeah..." Jimmy shoved them in the drawer of the nightstand, and started draping his trousers over the hanger where his coat had gone earlier. - a process that ended up requiring removing everything else and then re-hanging it all.

"There's a couple of old bikinis here, but nothing that will fit me..." Amy mused. "How about the robes?" She indicated a couple of thin items meant to be draped over a suit in a pretense at modesty.

"I don't know..." Thelma was dubious. "I don't have any panties any more - and no bra... If this thing opens..."

"... You'll be naked underneath?" Amy grinned. "That's bad?" She giggled, a sound composed half out of mirth and half out of nervousness. "Thel, I plan to spend most of the rest of the night stark naked, using Jimmy as a blanket! What are YOU gonna do?"

Thelma was shocked! "Amy, nice girls don't DO that on the first date!"

Amy looked morose. "Nice girls go home alone, and cry into their pillows," she sighed. "I don't wanna do that again!" She giggled, infectiously, "ESPECIALLY since I don't have to!" She pushed Thelma playfully, "YOU don't have to, either, girl! Even if tomorrow sucks - even if Danny dumps you on the street corner and hangs your panties on the statue in front of the school, and tells every boy in school what your pussy tastes like, your social life is BOUND to get better - so why don't you enjoy yourself, and worry about tomorrow later?" She spun. "Get my zipper, willya?"

Thelma frowned pensively as she worked the tab. "Yeah, but it's different for you - it's not your first time!"

Amy giggled, "Well, the first couple of times were nothing much, I gotta tell you! Jimmy's already done better with his tongue!" Truth to tell, Amy's experiences had come a bit young, because of the attraction of her mammaries. As a result, her first time, at age twelve with a fifteen year old boy who, once he had her breasts in his hands, wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, hadn't gotten much past the extremely painful rupture of a still-thick hymen before it was over. The second, not very long after, had been a bit more satisfactory, but hadn't gotten much past feeling really good before her not-too-well endowed partner finished up and lost interest. In the aftermath, Amy's mother found out she was sexually active and read her the riot act. That had stopped her until time had passed, other girls caught up to her development, and she was no longer a major target. "I figure I'm gonna have to give him a blowjob..." Amy mused.

"Omigod! Have you done that?" Thelma asked, aghast.

"No!" Amy giggled, nervously, "but he hadn't licked a pussy, either! If I do that, he'll be able to last long enough in my pussy to make me cum, I hope!"

"I-I still don't know if I dare..." Thelma turned to let Amy unzip her.

"Look, Thel," Amy admonished, "You want this! You need this! You KNOW you do! If you run out of guts, you'll kick yourself until you manage to get to this point again - if you ever do! And next time might not be as good! Danny's been awful nice..."

"Yeah," Thelma agreed nervously, "I know... But it's all happening so fast..."

"Thel, you've been chattering about this big dream of having a boy scratch your itch on Prom Night for six months!" Amy groused. "Well, TONIGHT is Prom Night! And that big hunk out there will fix you right up - all you gotta do is give him his head! Stop worrying about next week, and concentrate on making tonight what you always dreamed it would be!"

"O-okay!" Thelma husked, then: "Damn! Is this thing thin enough?" The robe Amy had handed her was gossamer thin, more an aid to the avoidance of sunburn than a sop to modesty. "Amy, we might as well be naked!"

"Then go naked!" Amy challenged. "I want to go skinny-dipping, anyway! Help me with these hairpins?" Amy sat on a bench and Thelma began hunting for the pins holding her upswept hair. "At least you don't have to worry about this!"

It was true. Thelma had merely brushed her curls and sprayed things a bit to keep them from flying too much - no beauty parlor time for her! She'd anticipated it being a total waste of time, anyway... Thelma dropped the hairpins in Amy's purse and announced, "Look, I CAN'T go out there like this! Were there any bikini bottoms in there? I'm... furry!"

"Thel, Danny's had his tongue in there!" Amy reminded her, giggling.

"Well, Jimmy hasn't!" Thelma retorted. "I might survive being bare- breasted, but I don't think I can go bare below!"

"Even if I talk the boys into it?" Amy queried, regarding her sidelong.

"Well, maybe then," Thelma came up with a wisp of a thong, and held it in front of her mound, where it became apparent that fur would peek out everywhere. "This thing couldn't cover a postage stamp - and its size fourteen!" She shook her head and resumed digging. "If he..." she stopped, unable to complete the thought. "I'm gonna shave if he..."

"If he what?" Amy pressed gently.

"If he k-keeps me!" Thelma forced out. "There, you satisfied?" She came up with a more demure pair of bottoms, and slid them on. "Still too loose - I hope the last owner didn't have anything... Amy, are you going out like that?" she asked, eyeing the shadows that defined her girlfriend's nipples and pubic mound through the robe.

"Told you I was!" Amy remonstrated. "Ready? Let's go!"

When the girls hit the door, they found that the guys had arranged themselves in the chairs that sat at about 120 degrees off the line of sight from the couch to the TV on either side. Both chairs were swivel rockers, and could be oriented on either the TV, or the couch (which faced the TV directly and thus had its back to the changing room door), making a conversation nook around the coffee table. The boys didn't even pretend to face the couch directly; instead, they had rotated the additional few degrees required to examine the changing room door directly.

Amy came through first, and Jimmy's eyes nearly burst from his head! The virtually transparent robe put Amy on display almost more than full frontal nudity would have, lending just enough mystery to entice. The lack of support lowered the set of her D-cup orbs by two inches, but the robe camouflaged the stretch marks, and Jimmy didn't care, anyway. He knew that anything that large was NOT going to hold onto its structural integrity for long. But they were big, and they were soft, and nothing would please him more than to play with them for hours! The shadow of her pubic thatch under the lower part of the robe, tucked under the gentle swell of her slightly rounded belly, confirmed that Jimmy's dreams were about to come true - a girl just didn't approach a guy looking like that if they expected to keep their 'virtue'! This went 'WAY beyond teasing! Jimmy pretended to lounge indolently in his chair, awaiting her approach - but his knuckles were white on the padded arms, and it took every bit of willpower he could muster not to leap up and manhandle Amy directly to his bed!

Danny scanned Amy and nodded, thinking, 'Nice... ' He wouldn't kick her out of bed if offered a shot, but, frankly, he was of the 'more than a handful's a waste' school of breast appreciation, and Amy's other rounded curves made it very clear to him that she was going to be heavy in the long run. Danny was huge, but it was muscle - he worked out regularly, and worked at jobs that required heavy lifting. Given a choice between fat and muscle... Eyes like lasers tracked back to the doorway, where Thelma was diffidently sidling through. This was more like it! The bikini bottoms were a mild disappointment, but Thelma wasn't likely to be as exhibitionistic as Amy - for one thing, there wasn't nearly as much of her! But the robe tented under stiff nipples atop conical breasts that sat at exactly the same height as they had in her prom dress, and Thelma was displaying calves with well defined muscles despite being in the flat straw sandals. Danny allowed a smile to spread across his face that extended to his eyes as he locked them on Thelma's.

Amy took in Jimmy's pretense at indolence and saw right through it. He was vibrating like a fox terrier! She glanced over at Danny, saw his nod, and was momentarily worried; if Danny drooled over her, it would ruin Thelma's evening! But a second glance showed that his attention was elsewhere, and that smile left no doubt as to where! Either Danny was a perfect gentleman (!) or he actually preferred Thelma (!!) - or both!! Certainly, he had dismissed her! She swayed around the left side of the couch, stopped before Jimmy, and announced theatrically, hand to cheek, "I couldn't find a THING to wear!"

Jimmy grinned from ear to ear. "I'd be lying if I said I was sorry! You look good enough to eat!"

Amy blushed and giggled, "Silly! You already have!"

Thelma had come through the door behind the three ring circus that Amy was putting on, not expecting much. She ducked her head, and watched sidelong as Danny gave Amy the once-over, catching the nod and thinking, 'Well, that's it - Amy's got two boyfriends, now!' But Danny's regard didn't linger on Amy - his eyes swung to Thelma, and she froze in the door as his eyes painted a three-dimensional grid on her narrow form - and he SMILED! She met his eyes, finding them creamy with satisfaction and approval, and her heart melted.

Thelma didn't think about what she did next; her hands moved of their own volition. A quick flick, two steps, and the loose bikini bottom hit the floor while she pattered toward the chair holding the owner of that huge smile. Distantly, the thought that she could swish her ass flicked through her mind - she wanted to be buried in those arms again! She settled onto his lap and he murmured, "What happened to the bikinis?" while gently rubbing her back.

Thelma affected nonchalance. "They were too big." Danny just nodded, and wrapped his right arm around her waist, possessing her left hip and asscheek.

Jimmy missed the byplay, but Amy didn't. She'd spun in place to give Jimmy the full effect, (which is why Jimmy missed it - he was feasting his eyes on the moons of her ass) and caught Thelma stepping out of the bikinis. A flashing glance at Danny as she finished the spin confirmed that Thelma wasn't competing for his attention - she already had it; the show was for him alone. Amy's smile as she finished the spin was as much for Thelma as it was for Jimmy.

Amy dropped into Jimmy's lap and snuggled up. "Whatever are we gonna do?"



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Chapter 120: Culminations


Terry and Jackie drifted together before the door had even closed to their room, eyes locked as Terry divested Jackie of everything she was wearing - not difficult because it was one piece. The filmy purple item went over a chair back, and Jackie backed onto the bed, not missing a movement. It was weird; she never looked away from Terry's eyes, and his never shifted, either, but she backed onto the bed, unlimbered a pillow and tossed it toward the foot, and the pair folded down the spread without even looking at it. Then they flipped back the sheets, and Terry laid himself down on his back while Jackie straddled him, upright, just below his erection. Only then did they break eye contact, Jackie admiring his swollen, uncut erection as she slipped the foreskin back and forth over his glans. Terry looked inquiringly at her, and Jackie shrugged. "I've been soaking wet since Gino's." That said, she raised up and began to impale herself on Terry's cock.

Despite the mute testimony of her panty gusset and the hot, itchy feel of her vaginal tunnel, Jackie wasn't THAT wet. In mere moments, she discovered that while she was able to bury the head of Terry's cock in her warm folds, the shaft was too dry to continue. But the problem resolved itself, in an unexpected manner... 

The slow insertion of his glans past the tight, muscular ring of Jackie's opening was like a massage in a hot, oily bath to Terry. He steeled himself, willing control over the cascade of pleasure pouring over the sensitive head of his distended cock, then reached for his lover in a last-ditch attempt to unseat her before the inevitable, but she pinned his wrists to the mattress, locking eyes with him as his libido took total control and his cock exploded into her depths.

Jackie almost came just from the flood of emotion pouring out through his eyes. When he regained enough control to begin to be embarrassed, she murmured, "Shhh! It's perfect! We needed a bit more lubricant!" She rose up, allowing a dribble of their mixed juices to flow past the plug his glans placed in her vaginal canal, then slid back down on the impaling flesh, smearing the mixture of cum and vaginal juices over the crown and onto the shaft. Another withdrawal, and on the in-stroke his glans butted against the barrier of her maidenhead. Jackie gave neither of them any time for thought - the next stroke was a hard drop designed to effect the penetration - and it did! Both lovers flinched as Terry's cock shredded the fragile tissue, Terry absorbing Jackie's slashing pain through her eyes as counterpoint to the sensation of the barrier giving way before the ram of his cock.

The stroke didn't make it all of the way to Terry's pubis; Jackie lost control under the impact of the pain associated with the rupture of her hymen and fell forward across Terry's torso rather than finishing the stroke. Terry stroked her hair and shoulders, agonized mentally that he had caused her the injury. After a moment, she struggled up and caught the look in his eyes. "No, it's okay!" she absolved him, "I knew you wouldn't be able to bear to hurt me, so I did it. And I got a little carried away... I'm fine, now!" To prove it, she backed the rest of the way onto the erection that an orgasm hadn't effected, but recognition of her pain had caused to begin to flag. As she dragged her mons through his pubes to bump against the muscle and bone at the base of his cock, her eyelids drooped and a lazy smile manifested itself. "Oooo! Nice!" she exclaimed, grinding herself against him.

Terry took heart and began to press upward, increasing the pressure. Sensing his recovery, Jackie sat up again, and Terry began to maul her long, pink nipples, gently pinching the puffy caps of her areolae. Jackie slid back and forth against Terry's pubic mound, anchored by his penis, for a few moments, but his eyes and an increasing flexibility in his penis told her that it wasn't doing much for him; indeed, he was again in danger of losing his erection! Jackie shifted modes, and began working more directly up and down on his impaling shaft, and the effect was salutary; Terry firmed up almost instantly, and his hips began driving him against her from beneath. Jackie rapidly realized that the repeated shocks were more intense than the rub, anyway, and went to work to drive herself against her lover.

Terry, for his part, recovered rapidly under the sensations provided by a straight drive into her oily depths, and his recovered erection made itself felt to new depths as his hips flicked it upward in counterpoint to her plunging strokes. He smiled as the sensory maelstrom began to enshroud Jackie in a blush extending from her hairline to her nipples. She began to shudder and breathe harshly through distended nostrils, interspersing pants with little exclamations: "Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" The convincing evidence of her increasing arousal dragged him along with her, adding the additional stimulus of the accomplishment to the incredible feel of her vaginal sheath along the full length of his cock.

Jackie noticed, for Terry began displaying the same flush! This evidence of his arousal completed the feedback loop, and Jackie began her final ascent to orgasm. She again locked eyes with Terry and began a murmured litany, increasing the pace of her strokes: "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod yes yes ohgodohgodOhGod OH GOD! YES! YES! OOOOOHHH GOOOOOODDDD!!!" She lost control, flexing and straining and pulsing as her battered nub of a clitoris triggered shock waves in her vagina. Terry took over, continuing to drive as Jackie's movements became spastic. Jackie's eyes were open and locked on Terry's, but what she was seeing was anybody's guess. Terry, on the other hand was totally absorbed in the whirlpools of reflected sensory overload and emotion pouring from her glazed orbs.

Later, neither of them could say whether Terry orgasmed again himself during Jackie's stormy first climax. Certainly, he THOUGHT he did - not that it appeared to have any effect on the silky rod that he continued to drive into Jackie's depths, holding her hips to help her maintain an upright position through the post-climactic period when everything didn't necessarily work right. Fortunately, this period lasted less than a minute, and Jackie's hips began to churn again as the drive to her second climax began. Very quickly, the litany began again and in a matter of a little over ninety seconds Jackie was again drifting out of control while her vagina milked Terry's pounding erection. This time, Jackie's eyes rolled back and she lolled backward, breaking eye contact, which allowed Terry to more effectively deal with the physical manifestations of her climax, helping her maintain her mount despite the shattering sensations and the onset of exhaustion. Terry had to maintain support and somewhat reduced tempo for over two minutes this time; both the climax and its aftereffects were stronger and more taxing on his diminutive lover.

When Jackie resumed control and began to march toward her third climax of the session, Terry knew that IF he managed to survive to bring her again to completion, he would be unable to again survive the fury of her orgasm. He began to husband his resources, slowing the pace a bit and keeping her from racing ahead. That adjustment in pace and the accumulated level of exhaustion stretched Jackie's ride to her third orgasm for nearly ten minutes - but eventually she succumbed to the urgency and dragged Terry along: "Oh God! Again! Yes! Yes! Now! OH GOD!!!! AAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!"

This time, exhaustion caused Terry to change the pattern of sustainment to a series of long, slow strokes that offered a counterpoint to the waves of her vaginal pulsations. There was no way that Terry was going to survive that combination, especially since this time Jackie was managing to maintain eye contact; just as Jackie crossed over the peak and started to settle again toward her aftermath state, Terry drove himself one final time into her depths, and, holding himself rigidly against her spasming pelvis, again began to shoot long ropes of cum into her hungry canal. Riding the wave of his climax, Jackie achieved another mini-peak before collapsing across his chest, murmuring "Oh, God..." As they both faded toward sleep from exhaustion and sensory overload, Terry distantly thought, "I wonder where she gets that?"

The source of Jackie's response pattern was in the process of attaining almost exactly the same position as the one her exhausted daughter occupied. Mike McCormick's leg virtually ruled out any other position but supine with Jennifer riding above, so when his shaft began to harden and elongate along her hip as a result of the torrid kisses they were exchanging in the wake of their wild sixty-nine, Jennifer was just about exactly where she needed to be.

For the first time since their relationship began, Jennifer reached down and fondled the rigid, velvety shaft without embarrassment, purring as she rubbed her palm over the spongy knob while her fingers caressed the shaft. The feel was exquisite; Jennifer felt a wash of dampness flood her vaginal tunnel as the pure visceral joy of the touch combined with the work of Mike's gentle hands on her nipples and breasts.

Mike breathed in the scent of her hair. "Uh, Missy? Can we get rid of this?" His fingers tugged at her nightie. "I wanna feel you against me..."

"Oh!" Jennifer rose up and dispensed with the garment with a quick, one-handed flick. "How's this?" She made to lie back down atop him, but his hands on her sides stopped her. A glance up at her lover found him feasting his eyes... 

"God, how beautiful!" Mike murmured, enraptured. In the dim light, he could see the freckled upper chest give way to a pair of creamy white cones with round, pink tips. There was a hint of sag, but not much - just enough to confirm their soft reality. Jennifer could have been eighteen, instead of thirty. Mike could see her ribs, and her belly didn't even bulge in this position, erect astride him - she was all compact musculature.

Jennifer allowed the appraisal and the physical caresses up her sides that accompanied it, but she couldn't watch his eyes devour her - to her, it was embarrassing, undeserved. She returned her attention to the cock standing at attention before her pubic mound, tasting it with her fingers as Mike's hands slid up and tasted her breasts. The shaft pulsed and bobbed against her hand as electricity leapt from her nipples to her clitoris, triggering a wave of intense feeling that Jennifer finally recognized for exactly what it was - raw animal lust! "I want this!" she murmured thickly.

"Um," Mike found himself surprised - Jennifer had never really made herself clear like that before! "Can't do much from under here, but you're more than welcome to it!"

"Okay!" Jennifer replied, "I'm gonna... raise up..." She suited action to her words, rising and knee-walking forward over his erection, gasping as it dragged between the lips of her damp furrow. Mike released her left breast and deliberately held his cock as nearly vertical as he could, forcing the contact and grinning at the expressions flickering across her face as it nosed along her damp channel, questing for the promised opening. Mike found it, but Jennifer wasn't really in position yet - she needed to move up a couple of inches for a proper fit. The moment his glans came in contact with her opening, Jennifer froze, dithering, trying to figure out how she was going to STAY in contact while making that final adjustment. Thought didn't enter into it; it was purely the physical and emotional imperative that now it was THERE, it wasn't going ANYWHERE ELSE! She reached down and, covering Mike's hand, held him in place while she scooted forward that additional bit, then began to settle onto the velvet head.

It was everything she'd hoped/feared/needed it to be as the ring of muscle dilated and Mike's cock began to slowly bore into her underused channel. Without the recent interludes with her little plastic friend, it might have been painful; as it was she sensed a delicious fullness as his turgid erection gently forced aside the folds of her inner lining.

Mike was beside himself! Jennifer's vagina was a soft, oily, clutching furnace, and if he hadn't just enjoyed a massive climax from Jennifer's oral attention, he'd have never lasted until buried to the hilt! Jennifer took her time, but it was one long, slow, smooth impalement. She was well lubricated; the only impediment was accepting Mike's unaccustomed girth, so she took it slow and easy, not stopping until their pubes merged. Then she stopped, panting, while Mike mastered himself.

'Christ!' Mike thought in wonder, 'How can ANY woman not a virgin be so incredibly tight?' He had been subjected to the exquisite sensation of over seven inches of tight vaginal folds hugging his glans as they reluctantly parted before it, and it was the closest he'd ever come to orgasm without actually shooting! He had a death grip on two handfuls of bedclothes, and had unconsciously tossed his head back and forth all through the penetration, gasping and straining. Now, with her grounded against him, he reopened his eyes, gazing at her in wonder. "I have died and gone to Heaven!"

Jennifer's nipples hurt, they were so hard! Mike had scratched an itch she hadn't even realized she had, and the sensations were indescribable! Her clit tingled from its location buried against his pubic mound, but the same incredible flow of raw sensation now extended apparently the whole way up her vaginal channel! She was one big clit! Her whole crotch was one huge raw nerve, blasting her with bolts of pleasure! "Maybe we can get Jackie to feed us here!" she gasped. "Now that it's in, I don't want it to EVER come out!"

Mike chuckled. "Good as it is, if you move it it's supposed to be better..." He resumed toying with Jennifer's breasts - he really couldn't get enough of the feel of them!

Jennifer leaned forward, and, supporting herself on her hands, began to rise. Mike went rigid as the folds of her steaming channel nibbled at the rim of his glans, opposing the withdrawal. Jennifer rose until the ring was backed against the ring of muscle at the entrance to her channel, but her thighs shook; the sensation was SO exquisite, and she couldn't BEAR the idea that his fleshy probe might come all the way out! "Empty..." she moaned, nearly incoherent, and again began to lower herself, "Ooooohhhh!"

Mike went stiff as a board as his staff was again forced through the clutching grip of the steaming, slippery glove of her vagina. He cradled her soft, firm breasts, tasting them with his palms, but he was unable to really DO anything with them - too much of his consciousness was focused upon mapping the folds of her vagina as they pulsed and rolled down his impaling rod of flesh. His balls felt like they were the size of grapefruit; when they burst, they would flood Jennifer with gallons of his juice! Jennifer grounded, instinctively grinding herself against his pubic bone, and leaned forward a bit allowing him to take a bit of her weight on the hands cradling her breasts while a wave of weakness washed over her. This second stroke hadn't been as difficult; her passage had done more welcoming home of his shaft than resisting its passage, but the sensations were still shocking in their intensity! Reluctantly, she again began to rise, and again her channel fought the extraction, inflicting agony and ecstasy upon them both. As she switched to downward motion at the top of the stroke, Mike's glazed eyes took in the flush washing across her face, neck, and upper chest, recognizing it for the precursor of her oncoming orgasm. Again, she lowered herself, a bit more quickly, her tunnel's clasping acceptance of the welcome intruder providing a different, but no less welcome, variety of sensation.

Again, she rose, more quickly, confident in her ability to wedge the head of his cock in the mouth of her opening without allowing it to leave, and again she started down - but this time would be different!

Mike, totally awash, was no longer operating at a conscious level. As Jennifer's body again began to drop onto his impaling rod, Mike surrendered to an imperative as old as time - the urge to batter his way into her womb! As Jennifer reached the halfway point of the next downstroke, Mike snapped his hips, driving himself upward deep into her welcoming channel. The force of Mike's surprise drive atop Jennifer's quickening descent brought the pair together HARD, and simultaneous with the flash of fire in Jennifer's clitoris came the sensation of Mike's spongy cock head battering her cervix!

That did it! "OOOHHH GAWWDD!!!" Jennifer howled, losing all control as shockwaves from the quake at her crotch rolled over her. Jennifer's eyes rolled up and the nerves in her legs misfired, causing an uncontrolled swaying roll as powerful contractions in her quaking center robbed her of the ability to do anything else.

It wasn't an issue, though, because Mike had things in hand. Even though he was totally on automatic as he rode the wave of their ecstasy, even as his cock swelled to deliver its first load, he instinctively grasped Jennifer's quaking hips and steadied her for the trip-hammer sequence of powerful thrusts that reinforced her climax while ensuring his. Nine times he crashed into her in only half as many seconds, before crushing her crotch to him as the floodgates sprang open and the first jet of his cum blasted into her cervix. Nine times he battered the entire tender surface of her womanhood, inside and out. Nine times searing shockwaves pushed Jennifer farther and farther from tawdry reality and further and further into a realm populated solely by ecstasy. When her cervix added the sensation of being bathed in semen, Jennifer lost her grip totally, and surrendered to the blissful dark.

Jennifer collapsed against Mike's chest, and he clutched her to him as, totally independent of the lax bonelessness of her upper body, fierce contractions milked Mike's seed from his blasting cock. In that moment Mike WAS his ejaculation, his mind one with the millions of tiny warriors bursting from the oversensitized pipe of his cock in search of their lone target, already delivered on exit to the doors of Jennifer's womb, her cervix half dilated by the impacts of Mike's ram.

Slowly Mike returned to himself, reveling in the sensations brought on by the continued gentle pulsations of Jennifer's vagina as she, too, began to settle to earth. Finally, Jennifer began to actively respond to Mike's caresses, moving a bit, then slowly opening her eyes. "Sorry," Mike apologized, "I expected to last longer..."

Jennifer's eyes were creamy with satisfaction. "Oh, no!" she demurred, "It was just PERFECT!" She nuzzled his neck. "Besides, there's always later..." She went boneless again, leaving Mike wide-eyed. Did this mean they were going to avoid recriminations, stupid concerns over what his family thought of her behavior, etc.?

It did. The feel of Mike's slowly deflating cock in her vagina had left Jennifer with only one open question in the world - how was she going to keep it there? The rigid strictures that she had imposed on herself in denial of her basically sensual nature were broken, for good or ill, and Jennifer was determined to live with the results. If she couldn't hold onto Mike, that would be painful - but there was no going back! She might have been able to bottle her essence as an inexperienced teen, but the consequences of that decision were clear to her, and she would not repeat it. Jennifer drifted toward slumber, more relaxed than she'd been in years.

Mike was in a bit of a quandary. He'd not done a whole lot of sleeping with a woman for a blanket (although he DID have SOME recent experience) - but while he figured he could probably handle it, there was another, more urgent issue... "Uhhh, Missy?" he murmured diffidently, "This is real nice, and I love you, but I've just GOT to pee..."

"'Kay," Jennifer murmured sleepily, and rolled over, allowing him to extricate himself from above. Curiously, Jennifer no more acknowledged receipt of 'those three words' than Mike realized that he said them, which was just as well, since his mind was elsewhere. Mike extracted himself, somewhat embarrassed at the copious flow that poured from her unplugged opening, and hobbled off to the bathroom.



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Chapter 121: Piece and quiet


Alonzo Porter was rounding third. It seemed like his eyes had just closed when Bess came upstairs and made it VERY clear what she wanted from him, draping herself across him, nude, and feeding him a nipple. Bess didn't start things that aggressively very often, and Alonzo was damned if he'd pass up such an opportunity, so he had gotten himself together quickly, working the nipple while putting two fingers into her already swampy crotch, and one thing had led to another... 

Now, his ass was rising and falling steadily as he drove several inches of solid chocolate meat between the narrow thighs Bess had draped over his shoulder. Bess was punctuating each thrust with a moaned "Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby", throwing her head back and forth as the coral tip of her clit peeked out of the brown folds of its hood to slide along his shaft. He figured that her second cum was seconds away, and with a little luck, he'd get her to three before either his back gave out or his balls cut loose. Alonzo thanked God he'd married the sexiest woman in the world - he'd have probably killed himself by now if he'd ended up with one of those sexless crones that seemed to be in such large supply according to his male friends and co-workers. It was damned seldom that Bess refused to' ride the pony' - and always for a good reason! And on a night like this, when SHE started it... Alonzo grinned from ear to ear. Still, it might be fun to tease her a bit... "So, Baby," he puffed, "did Tenisha an' her lil' friends do somethin' to (puff) set you off?"

"Mmmmmmm hmmmmm!" Bess gasped, "When 'Nisha let out with that groan... Ohhhh, there!"

Alonzo staggered for a beat, then resumed under the urgent tugs of his wife's hands. "What groan?"

"You know the one!" Bess gasped, "The one I make when you start chewing a nip!"

"What?!" Alonzo was aghast, then relaxed. Obviously, nothing had happened - Bess was here, under him! "Well, didn't hurt her to have her nips chewed, I guess. Since they didn't stay long..."

Bess' eyes laughed, but her voice said "What? Isn't over yet... They're still here!"

"What!?" Alonzo was beside himself! "I gotta..."

Bess sank claws in both of Alonzo's arms! "You gotta finish what you're doing! This is 'Nisha's night!"

"But what if... ?" Alonzo started, still unconvinced.

"That's what the Pill is for!" Bess blared, "Quit worrying about HER and worry about ME! Those kids made me hotter than a firecracker!"

"That damned Adams boy is down there!" Alonzo bellowed, but he resumed his efforts at her well.

"... And that little white girl he was with had him wrapped around her little finger!" Bess returned. "Best you worry about that big buck 'Nisha was with! He's cute!"

"So, you chasin' your daughter's men?" Alonzo chided, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm gonna go get him, if you don't stop goofing off in the saddle!" Bess gasped.

Alonzo shrugged, and returned his attention fully to stroking his wife's familiar channel. After a few seconds, he huffed, "She IS on the Pill, right?"

"Yes, Baby," Bess averred, somewhat irritated, "Think I'd send her out into the world with MY needs and no protection? Now shut up and FUCK!!!"

Downstairs, Nate and Nora were draped over the loveseat, Nora nude and Nate not wearing much more. They were kissing and moaning noisily, Nora atop Nate unabashedly toying with his cock while he kneaded the moons of her ass with both hands, occasionally sliding a finger up and down the crack past the tight bud of her anus to the dripping slit below. Draper and Tenisha were trying to work through the distraction, but the pair was just quiet enough not to spike TOO much over the music - but plenty loud enough there in the room to be an incitement to riot!

Draper had a hand in Tenisha's panties and was wishing he hadn't volunteered to be good - his cock was rock hard from fondling Tenisha and listening to the ruckus on the loveseat. Tenisha was in Heaven - Draper had a finger inside her swampy slit and his thumb was hunting for and periodically finding her clit. Draper was narrowing the search by paying attention to those times when Tenisha tried to suck his tongue totally out of his head, and he had things down to a pretty small area. Tenisha was all over Draper's lap, unable to sit still under the stimulation. She laid a hand on the bulge in Draper's pants and nearly burned it! Draper groaned into her mouth, and resolution firmed; she started fighting with his zipper.

From the loveseat came a panted, "Nate, Honey, you won't think I'm a slut if..."

Nate stifled a gasp. "Huh? No! 'Course not!" The dance her thumb was doing on the head of his cock was driving him CRAZY... 

Nora rose up a bit and locked eyes with Nate. "Then I want it! Now! Tonight!" The hand squeezing Nate's cock left no doubt what 'it' was... 

Draper almost shot all over the place! Nora's salacious announcement combined with Tenisha's warm hand wrapping itself around his finally exposed cock missed triggering him by millimeters. He glanced at Tenisha in shock, then they both turned surprised countenances on the couple on the loveseat.

But the looks on their faces couldn't hold a candle to Nate's expression! It strobed through shock, surprise, joy, disbelief, lust, fear... He turned wide eyes on Draper, "Man, you got any..."

Draper's eyes went hooded. "Yeh." He turned a considering expression on Tenisha - If he gave his rubber supply to Nate, was he gonna screw himself up? He glared at Nate, who looked away, guiltily. 'Stupid muthafuckah!' didn't have to be said to be heard... 

Tenisha turned an enigmatic glance on Nora. "I'm on the Pill..."

Nora blushed and looked away. "It didn't seem necessary... We'll do without."

"No fuckin' way!" Draper asserted. "That's how stupid shit happens! Ya'll gonna fuck - fine! Let's not fuck aroun' an' start sumpthin' lasts forever!"

Tenisha hopped up, shaking her head. "I'll go see if the coast is clear!" Draper nodded and dug out his wallet.

Nate was embarrassed almost beyond tolerance. "They're inna car, Man!" he hissed.

Draper smiled sadly, "Might as well be 'nother planet." He fished the foil pack out of its compartment in his wallet, and laid it in Nate's hand.

Nora, red as a beet, added, "I had one in my purse, too..." She leaned forward to kiss Nate, easing his embarrassment.

Tenisha, on the stair, listened intently for sounds from her parent's room - and heard them. But there was a quality to them... She crept closer, discerning a pattern to the sounds and utterances. After a moment, the situation clarified: rhythmic creaks and the sound of her mother's "Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby..." left no doubt as to their activity. Grinning, she crept back down the stair headed back to the den. Stopping at the linen closet in the hall on the way, she dug out an old towel, then thought better of it when her hand closed on a quilted pad with waterproof backing that had come home from a trip to the hospital. Nodding to herself, she collected it along with the towel and padded into the den. "All clear!" she announced in a stage whisper, eyes twinkling. "You'll never guess what they're doing..." Draper looked up and grinned broadly. Nate took a second, distraction bringing him confusion until he shifted enough attention from Nora's efforts to restore the full flush of his arousal to realize the obvious, then he grinned, too, and relaxed visibly.

Nate had wilted somewhat in embarrassment, but Nora wasn't letting go of the opportunity. Nate sat up on the loveseat, and was going to offer to pass until another day, but Nora dropped to her knees in front of him, trapping his right foot against her wet quim, and began worshiping his somewhat lank erection, not quite giving him a blowjob, but placing damp kisses along the shaft. Between the feel of her damp pussy on his foot and the attention from her hands and lips, Nate forgot all about embarrassment, his uncut cock firming visibly. Dropping the rubber on the seat cushion, he reached down and began cradling her globular breasts, simultaneously wriggling his foot against her damp nether lips, gasping, "Sheeit! You ain't ready or anythin' are ya?"

Nora rubbed Nate's hot shaft against her cheek. She was beyond hot - the smell, the velvety texture, the taste on her lips of Nate's cock made little things like being totally naked in someone's den with other people watching unimportant. The feeling had just rushed over her, unexpected, but no less overpowering - she had to have his fiery poker, NOW!

Tenisha took it all in: Nate's glazed happiness, Nora, naked, worshipping his erection, Draper, watching, eyes glazed at the imminent sexual act before him, his cock sticking straight out from his fly. Tenisha felt a wash of arousal flow through her. "Nate!" she hissed. He glanced up, and she tossed the pad and the towel to him, murmuring, "Try not to make too much of a mess..." She drifted over to Nora and whispered, "Nora? You sure about this?"

"Unh huh," Nora murmured thickly. She turned to look at Tenisha, and her eyes cleared a bit, but she continued to rub Nate's hot shaft against her cheek, coating it with pre-cum as she husked, "I know what this looks like - maybe that's what it is! Maybe I AM a slut - but I'm on fire!" Her eyes pled for understanding.

Tenisha DID understand! The room was awash with pheromones, male and female - not one of the four of them had EVER approached the level of excitement that they had given each other tonight! In fact... 

Tenisha smiled gently, pushing a flyaway strand of hair out of Nora's face. "It's okay," she husked, smiling. "Try not to be too loud." Glancing up at her erstwhile date, she admonished, "Nate, you be sure an' take her home! None o' your shit, now! I don't want Momma and Daddy - or worse, Jimmy (her twelve year old brother) - to find you two in the morning!" She reached out and grabbed Draper's hand, causing his attention to jerk guiltily away from a fascinated examination of the white girl's lower back and ass. "C'mon, Honey, let's give 'em some peace..."

Draper lurched up. "Where we goin'?" he asked, meekly following her out of the den.

Tenisha stopped, faced him, caught a breath, and faced herself. "Upstairs. My room."

"An' do what?" Draper worried.

Tenisha wrapped a warm, soft hand around Draper's hard cock and turned toward the stair, "We'll think of something..."

Alonzo had just poured about a quart of cum into Bess' clasping cunt as she surged through her third orgasm of the session a few moments before. Now the usual post-coital urge to empty his bladder arose, and he clambered off Bess, who was the picture of relaxed satiety, and threw on a robe for the trip down the hall to the bathroom. As he stepped out into the hall, he beheld his daughter on the stair, bare-breasted, her prom dress clutched in one hand and the cock of that bruiser she'd come home with in the other! "Ho! What the fuck is this!" he exclaimed.

"Hi, Daddy," Tenisha had the grace to be thoroughly embarrassed, but she stood her ground.

Draper scrubbed his face with both hands, "Oh, fuck!"

In the bedroom, Bess' eyes popped open. "'Lonzo?"

"I suppose I ain't supposed to say anything?" Alonzo roared sarcastically. "I just found our daughter basically naked at the head of the stairs dragging this boy who I haven't even met toward her room by his cock! What've you got to say to that, Woman?"

Draper started to turn and escape, but Tenisha was in a position to prove the old adage. She squeezed his cock gently, and he stopped moving.

Bess rolled her eyes and sat up. "She's towing him?"

Alonzo chuckled despite himself. "Yeah. Where she's got him, he ain't going anywhere. What's your name, Boy?" Christ, but he was a BIG fucker!

"Draper Travis, sir," Draper rumbled, managing somehow to meet Alonzo's eyes. It damn sure wasn't easy!

Alonzo continued the third degree, "So, Daughter, what the Hell are you planning to do up here?"

Tenisha gathered herself. "We're gonna make out for a while," she replied, "Nate and Nora needed some privacy..." An ethereal contralto "Oooooooooooooo..." drifted up the stair at that moment. Draper grinned in spite of himself. Bess, who had moved to stand just inside the bedroom door, snickered.

Alonzo snapped Bess a glare and returned his attention to his daughter. "Sure that's all?" he asked dubiously.

Tenisha stamped her bare foot. "Okay, fine! We're gonna fuck, all right? And if I've got anything to say about it, it won't be the last time! I plan to see a lot of Draper! Are you satisfied?" Her face, neck, and upper chest darkened in a blush.

Draper, regarding Tenisha with gentle surprise, rested a hand on her neck, squeezing gently in an attempt to soothe her. "Baby..."

"Shut up, Honey - I have to win this one NOW!" Tenisha directed tightly, "Unless you DON'T plan to be around?"

Draper slid in tight behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist supportively. "You do what you gotta. I'll be right here." He lowered his lips to her neck and Alonzo watched his daughter melt under the big man's touch. He was furious, but scared to death - the bastard appeared to be gentle, but he was HUGE. On the other hand he was taking liberties... 

Bess watched Alonzo's face work. "'Lonzo! Cut it out! This isn't rape! If I have to come out there and get you, Tenisha's boyfriend is gonna see her mother naked, and I'm gonna measure his equipment with my eyeballs! You want either of those things to happen?"

Alonzo grumbled, "Only thing I got on my whole body to compare with him..." It was true, too. Both of them ran about eight and a half inches, and they were about the same height - but Draper weighed an additional fifty pounds - none of it fat!

"If she's ready, she's ready," Bess pressed. "Go on about your business and leave 'em alone. Go on, or I'm gonna step out in the hall..."

"Christ!" Alonzo turned for the bathroom. As he passed the stair head, he caught Draper's eye. "You ain't exactly made - Aw, Hell, forget it! I can't fight both of 'em!" He slammed the bathroom door.

Bess was as good as her word. Alonzo opened his mouth, and she stepped out into the hall and stood there, fists on hips. Alonzo didn't see her, but Draper did! He also detected the trail of white running down her left leg from her cleft. As for Bess, she mapped his somewhat flagging cock as if her eyes were RADAR. It was still well over seven inches, despite what he'd been through in the past few moments. Bess locked eyes with Tenisha. "This isn't over, but we'll all survive. This who I think it is?" Tenisha nodded tightly. "Things are going well?" BIG nod. "Go on - get out of my sight!" Turning to Draper, Bess pled, "Be gentle with her, okay?"

Draper nodded solemnly. "Yes ma'am." Turning to Tenisha, he tried again: "Baby, we don't hafta..."

"Then maybe we won't!" Tenisha replied, "But we'll decide in MY ROOM!"

"Draper," Bess sighed, "Do whatever the pair of you want. I'll handle Mister Outrage, here. If she wants it, she can have it. You ever... ?"

"Yeh," Draper dropped his eyes. "Not much. An' not a..."

"Virgin?" Bess smiled. "Well it only happens once. Try to make it worthwhile. What about the other couple?" Muffled sounds of pleasure were coming up the stairwell.

"It's not rape, Momma," Tenisha asserted. "Nora's driving. They'll leave, after - they just got nowhere to go."

"Well, they'll have to find someplace else, next time. I ain't running a whorehouse!" Bess grumped.

"No, Momma - it's their first time, too!" Tenisha grinned.

Bess rolled her eyes. "Who'd have thought ANYBODY would be interested in the Adams boy?"

"Nate jus' needs a good woman," Draper rumbled in support of his friend. "I think Nora's gonna fix him right up. Two weeks, an' he'll be an honor student!" He grinned.

Bess eyed him sidelong. That cock was growing again in Tenisha's fist. "Won't that put you out of a job?"

The hand around Tenisha's waist rose to fondle her right nipple. "Got a new job..." Draper rumbled.

Bess watched her daughter melt against the mountain of flesh behind her, then gather herself and tug him toward her room. "G'night, Momma!"

Bess smiled fondly. The boy was smitten, no doubt about it! "Good night, Child." She strode over to the bathroom door and pounded on it. "'Lonzo! Open up! I gotta pee, too!"

Draper and Tenisha had barely left the den when Nora stuck her hand out, murmuring thickly, "Gimme that... thing..."

Nate, thoroughly distracted, missed it for a moment, then regarded the packaged rubber in his hand as if it had just appeared there. "Oh! 'Kay!" He started tearing at the foil, then froze as Nora's warm mouth enveloped the head of his cock. "Jeezus!" he wheezed, and began tearing frantically at the rubber's packaging.

Nora raised up, reluctantly removing her mouth from his still foreskin encased glans, and took the ring of rubbery material in her hand. His - cock? - tasted lovely! She looked forward to enjoying that taste many times, but for now she had a more urgent use for it... She bent to the task of rolling the constricting tube over his shaft.

Nate flinched. Fuckin' thing HURT! Nora looked up. "I'm sorry, Honey!" she husked contritely, "I'll get the Pill, so we won't have to do this - promise!"

Nate slid his hand under her hair, cradling her cheek. How had he ever considered her homely? Her face was a little sticky, but when you considered why... He pulled her in for a kiss as she continued to fight the sheath down over his erection. Finally, it seemed to run out - before Nate did - and she continued to stroke him below it - it wasn't that pleasant, rubbing the rubber... Nate stood up, and tossed the pad Tenisha had given him onto the couch. Then he picked Nora up by the elbows and directed her into a seated position on it. She made to lie over onto her back, but he pushed her straight back and dropped to his knees, pulling her forward on the seat. Nora found herself slouched back with her legs spread and her lover between them. Then he lowered his head... 

Nate took it all in. Nora didn't have much pubic hair - it was there, but sparse. 'Waste 'o time havin' it, ' he thought to himself. She had loose nether lips, already open and wet from their foreplay. In the dim light, he couldn't see a clitoris, but there was a big hood there. Nate shrugged; he'd find it with his tongue.

"Oooooooooooooo..." Nate bored in, swiping upward with his tongue from the vicinity of her opening, spreading the heavy, wrinkled lips wider and lighting Nora off. An unbearable wave of pleasure washed over her and she was unable to muffle her exclamation. Nate, realizing that he was going to require a muffler, reached up and slid a finger into her mouth. Nora gave suck automatically, taking his hand in a death grip - her focus was on the magic tongue operating between her legs! Nate quickly zeroed in on her clitoris; anything that well protected HAD to be sensitive! It was - mere moments after he focused his efforts, Nora's hips were rolling and she was whining high in her throat as her vagina pulsed and poured liquid onto Nate's chin. Nate lowered his attack point, sucking in the flow, thinking, 'Sheeit, nuthin' to it!' as he went to work to manage the flow.

As much as she enjoyed Nate's tongue, Nora had her heart set on something else, and as soon as she stopped shuddering, she pushed his head away and flopped over, extending herself lengthwise on the couch. Catching Nate's eye, she opened her arms and reiterated, "I want it - now!"

Nate nodded, clambered up and knelt between Nora's spread legs. She was still soaked, so there would be no problem with the penetration... he thought!

Nate had always assumed that if and when he picked his first cherry, he'd just kneel up and drive it home, punching through her cherry like a freight train. But Nate's sexual education consisted in large part of viewings of a single (bad) porn flick; when the real thing arrived, he discovered it wasn't possible - Nora was tight! Sure, she was wet, but that didn't ease the grip the tight ring of her entrance clasped him in. He pushed in an inch or so, backed out, took advantage of the lubrication picked up to go at it again, gaining another inch or two... The second issue was, now that it was here, he found that he just couldn't be that selfish. It had happened awful damned quick, but Nora wasn't just some cunt that he could plow and walk off and brag about. The bitch had got under his skin, and he found that he couldn't - didn't WANT to - treat her like a ho' - even when she acted like one! So when he bumped into the barrier on the third pass, he stopped, trying to figure out what to do... 

Nora, who had tensed and closed her eyes on contact, opened them to find Nate's full of concern and worry. "'S gonna hurt..." he ventured, hesitantly.

Nora's heart swelled. "Yes, Honey, but it needs doing!" she declared. "Go ahead - but stop after, so I can get used to it..." She felt her courage leaking away... 

Nate, his face bearing an unaccustomed grimace of concern withdrew, then snapped forward. He'd be damned if he'd fuck it up and have to hurt her twice! He powered through the membrane, watching her wince, and suddenly things got a good bit slicker. He stopped, about two-thirds embedded, and wiped away the tears that popped up in Nora's eyes. "I'm sorry, Baby..."

Nora smiled around the tears. "I know you are, Honey, and that makes it all right." She took stock of the sensations in her furrow and murmured, "Let's do a little more..." Nate rocked back and slid forward again, getting very nearly full coverage, then, at Nora's tight nod did it again. This time, his wiry pubes met her thin ones. He held himself in place for a moment, until Nora's eyelids drooped, and she murmured, "Okay, slow..." Nate slowly backed out and drove forward, watching Nora's reactions like a hawk, his concern for her comfort distracting him from sensations that would otherwise inevitably resulted in him filling the rubber with his seed. After a few slow strokes, Nora's nostrils dilated and she visibly relaxed. "Okay, Hon," she gasped, "I think we've come to the fun part!"

Little flicks of Nora's fingers on his hips encouraged Nate to set a more aggressive pace, and in seconds, Nora's wide hips began to roll. She developed a high whine, punctuated with snorting gasps as she drew air through her nose, gazing at Nate with huge eyes as her first climax as a woman drew closer and closer. Nate timed his strokes to the roll of her hips, finding suddenly that it was necessary to speed up radically as Nora's hips developed a snap that pushed him, hard. As annoying and irritating as the rubber was, he was grateful for the attenuation the sheath provided - else he'd have blown his load before she got going good! As it was, at this speed, control was tenuous, and his time would be measured in seconds!

But Nora beat him anyway, screaming, "Oh, Honey! Oh, Baby! Punch it! Now! Now! Now!" Her eyes rolled up and her breasts danced to her rapid breathing as her hips flashed in counterpoint to rolling contractions in her vagina, her stomach going hard in pulsing waves as she grasped Nate's big cock!

Nate stood no chance of coming out the far end of her climax unscathed. Suddenly, his cock was wrapped in a velvet vise! The pace was impossible to maintain against the pressure, and the rolling grip of her sheath did what it was supposed to - milk him dry! Nate went stiff, eyes bulging as he attempted to cause the rubber to explode, firing powerful shots of his spunk into the bulging reservoir. It filled, and overflow formed a layer about his glans, pooling halfway back along his shaft as Nora coaxed the largest cum from him he'd ever managed. "Oooohhh, fuck!" he moaned, grinding himself against her mound in an unconscious attempt to virtually climb inside!

Still, Nora strained and strove, riding the waves of pleasure granted by her womanhood as it welcomed her lover's velvety black shaft. After a bit, when her eyes began to track, Nate instinctively offered his lips in a burning kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as his cock strove with the passage, extending the aftermath of her climax.

Nate rose up and offered a diffident "Sorry, Baby..." He'd been led to believe that it was his job to see her through multiple orgasms before venting himself, and he was embarrassed at his performance.

"For what?" Nora blinked, surprised. "That was wonderful! I want to do it again and again! Oh, thank you, Honey!" She clutched the surprised male to her, cradling his head on her pillowy breasts. "You are so sweet!"

Nate was nonplussed. "Sweet" wasn't an adjective usually applied to him! He moved on from his surprise, savoring the visceral pleasure of lying atop her, embedded. Fuck, but she felt good! He wrapped full lips around an offered nipple, causing Nora to purr in pleasure as he gave suck. Her hands moved on his back in a motion that was half clutch, half caress.

After a bit, his cock began to shrink, despite the wet heat of her passage. If he'd resumed stroking, he knew he would have stayed hard - but he knew better than to try to re-use a rubber. As it was, he rose up and gently withdrew, opposing Nora's attempts to hold him in, and glanced down to discover that the thing was only barely doing its job in the presence of the quantity of sperm he had delivered into it. "Holy fuck! I gotta get this thing off!"

Nora got a look at the problem, realizing that, protection or no, trying to keep her from exposure to his sperm had been a near thing. She made to grab the rubber, and Nate backed away. "Gonna make a helluva mess!" he asserted, "Gotta find a bathroom..."

Nora shook her head, "I'll clean it!" She collected the towel from where it had fallen onto the floor, and, holding it in one hand, began stripping off the distended prophylactic with the other. That the thing was gooey and slippery on the outside gave them both pause until they noticed the color of the 'lubricant' - the outside of the sheath was streaked with blood... 

Nate grimaced as the hairs around the base of his cock got pulled with it, but suffered her attention as she rolled the rubber off of his gooey shaft, collecting it in the towel. Once it was off, she gently pushed Nate into a reclining position and began laving the excess off with her tongue, to his great delight. "Shit, Baby, you're fuckin' incredible!" he gasped, running his fingers through her mouse-brown hair while he savored the feel of her mouth on his rubber-sore cock. "Fuckin' incredible... Where you been all my life?" he sighed.

"Doesn't matter," came the smiling rejoinder, "I'm HERE, now - and I don't plan on going anywhere!"

"I sure hope the fuck not!" Nate swore, feelingly.



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Chapter 122: Quid pro quo


Stick Williams rolled off of Mary Nally, grinning. 'It's sure been one helluva night!' he ruminated to himself. Catching Teddy's eye, he rumbled, "You wanna try it, now?"

Mary waved her arms feebly. "Give me a minute," she wheezed, "That was intense!" She reached out to rub Teddy's back, "Not that I don't want it, but weren't you guys planning something?"

The pair of males eyed one another. "Well," Teddy observed, "I think Stick's done for a while..."

"Mmmmm, yes..." Mary agreed. Stick's erection had definitely wilted somewhat following its adventure deep inside Mary. He grinned sheepishly. Mary assumed a thoughtful expression and regarded Stick. "You know, I think we're all pretty clear on your plans for Teddy - but what are you going to do for him?"

Stick was taken aback. Wasn't dropping a load in his mouth or pounding his ass enough? "Ah, er..." He glanced from one to the other.

Mary's eyelids drooped. To a certain extent, Stick had just played into her hands. Assuming a pedantic expression, she accosted him, "Teddy isn't just a receptacle, Stick. Even if he's as gay as he thinks he is - which I doubt - you owe HIM some pleasure, too! Sucking cock is pleasant, but its not pleasurable - and getting your ass pounded may or may not be pleasant, depending on who does it and how. Even if Teddy's a thorough bottom and loves it to death, you're gonna need to provide him with some emotional support, at least, or what you have won't be a relationship - you'll just be using him!"

Stick knelt there, looking glazed. "Um..." Mary was regarding him with mild amusement backing her intensity, but Teddy was watching him warily.

Mary concealed a grin. "See why Teddy wasn't too hot on the idea of revealing himself to you?" She eyed him sidelong. "Think you could kiss him?" She watched the play of his expression as he entertained that suggestion, then added, "Of course, you COULD offer a little quid pro quo - you know, suck his cock..."

Stick was on the ropes. The suggestion that he kiss Teddy caused a twinge in his gut, and a glance at Teddy surprised a similar look of discomfort. On the other hand, distasteful as it was, the idea of cocksucking seemed fair... He made an abortive grab for Teddy's meat, but stopped, glaring suspiciously at Mary.

Mary threw up her hands. "You're not gonna get any shit from me! I thought this was what we were here for!"

Stick looked thoughtful. "Well, mebbe. I hadn't thought it through too well, though..." He got up on hands and knees and crawled over to where Teddy was reclining. "I ain't never..."

"Uh huh." Teddy absolved him of finishing the sentence. That Stick had never sucked a cock went almost without saying; Teddy had no reason to increase his embarrassment. "I've done a couple, but I'm no expert. And the only time I ever GOT one..." His significant glance at Mary finished that sentence.

Stick nodded absently and reached out to wrap his hand around Teddy's growing erection. He doubted seriously that it could be any more different from his... The head had to be twice the size of Stick's, broad, flanged, and spongy. The shaft beneath was comparatively small and not tremendously long - just enough bulk to it to support the monster head. The foreskin stretched tight over the broad head, and was loose along the shaft when retracted. All in all, the thing was maybe five and a half inches, fully erect; if it weren't for the monster head, it would have been pretty pathetic, probably an inch shorter.

Actually, Stick ruminated, that would have been in keeping with the rest of Teddy's small size. Gingerly, he leaned forward and took it into his mouth, simultaneously wondering, 'Maybe I could just learn to kiss him? He's kinda girlish... ' The taste was a little richer and gamier than expected, but after a moment, Stick decided that he would survive. Certainly the hissing indrawn breath and wide eyes that Teddy was exhibiting said he was doing something right.

Mary, watching, noted that the whole thing hadn't done any damage to Stick's erection. She watched him absorb the bloated head of Teddy's cock, stop for a moment, and withdraw, then do it again with a bit more confidence. Teddy was obviously in Heaven, and looked like he needed some distraction if the whole deal was going to last a while, so Mary cleared her throat to get his attention, and nodded toward Stick's stiff shaft.

Stick was taken somewhat by surprise when Teddy dropped over on his side, but the feel of warm fingers on his shaft told him what was up. He accommodated the move and swung around a bit, and the pair settled into a sixty-nine, both on their sides, Stick's additional length making up for Teddy's shorter stature. Mary got up and circled the extended sofa-bed, moving from point to point, caressing a back here, a side there, or a buttock, crooning, "There, there, see? It's okay! I knew you could do it..."

Teddy's warm mouth was magic on Stick's cock, his efforts encouraging Stick and providing an example for his own. Soon, they were both unabashedly working hard to extract each other's spunk, Stick's initial reluctance overridden by his determination to give as good as he got. Teddy was diving on Stick's erection, taking it as deeply as he could, his own cock oozing pre-cum with every stroke. Stick tasted this harbinger of things to come and decided that he could survive the inevitable flood - it wasn't THAT bad... Besides, girls (and Teddy) did it... Stick's cock threw a little pre-ejaculate pulse, and Teddy went into overdrive at both ends as anticipation caused him to nearly lose control, driving his probe deeper into Stick's mouth. But Stick didn't have Teddy's worries - he had plenty of depth available before the opening to his throat... 

Mary, at loose ends, decided to up the ante. Reaching into the drawer of the end table, she extracted a bottle of lubricant, dribbled some on her hand to warm it, then began to gently apply it to Teddy's rectal area. Teddy's eyes went huge, and as she began to probe at his anus with her middle finger, he moaned around Stick's cock - something Stick was loathe to complain about, given the sensation! Once lubricated, Teddy's little pinkish-brown bud readily accepted Mary's digit, and she slowly worked it in. Teddy's level of excitement picked up radically, and he began to thrash, moaning constantly. Then Mary found his prostate... 

"MMMMMMMMGHHH!!!" Teddy screamed around Stick's cock as he lunged forward, lodging Stick's glans in his throat. Stick, however, was too distracted to enjoy the penetration because Teddy's cock swelled and began to pulse out long jets of cum, forcing Stick to concentrate on swallowing. Teddy surged and spewed for ten seconds, then collapsed, his efforts at Stick's cock subsiding to a gentle suction, more because it was there than through any conscious effort to please.

This left Stick somewhat disgruntled; he'd been well on the way, Teddy's talented mouth and tongue bringing him VERY close. In fact, if he hadn't been distracted by handling Teddy's ejaculation, he'd have probably cum when Teddy buried his cock in his throat! Mary, however, was sensitive to the problem and had a solution. Gently, she coaxed Teddy to kneel up, her finger still embedded in his rectum, and cleared her throat to get Stick's attention. "Stick, Honey," she purred, nodding at Teddy's exposed ass, "Teddy still needs some attention back here..." Stick raised his eyebrows and clambered off the mattress while Mary gently repositioned the unresisting Teddy at the edge. "There's the lube..." Mary added, pointing at the bottle on the tabletop. "Take it easy, now, Hon - this is the only cherry you're gonna get tonight..."

Teddy knelt there, drifting. He'd just finished the second most incredible experience of his young life, close on the heels of the first, and Mary's finger work in his ass had him in a fugue state. He was willing to kneel there with his ass being probed for the near future. He'd lost track of Stick, but he'd make it up to him in spades when he found him; Stick's soft, warm lips were arguably better than Mary's, and he'd been cool about taking Teddy's load unannounced. Teddy was vaguely thinking that he'd have to do something special for Stick when the fingers withdrew and were replaced by a blunt, soft object that began to press on the opening, anchored by the large hands that settled to gently pull back on his hips. Teddy turned and blinked owlishly at Stick, taking in the nature of the intruder as his sphincter flowered open around it. "Ummmm..." Teddy didn't know whether to object or not... He winced; Stick's cock, narrow as it was, was a LOT wider than Mary's fingers... 

"Easy, Stick," Mary advised. "Give Teddy a sec to get used to you." Stick obediently stopped. His eyes were wide, reflecting the wonder of his thoughts, 'Sheeit! Teddy's ass is even tighter that Mary's pussy!' It felt like Teddy's little ring was trying to choke off the blood to his cock head! Gently, he began to rock back and forth, not enough to really move the point where his cock was wrapped by Teddy's sphincter, just enough to present both of them with a flow of sensation and give Teddy a reason to relax.

Mary sidled up to Teddy, clambering onto the mattress next to him, and offered her lips, then reached under the slight boy and wrapped her fingers around his dangling cock. Teddy returned the kiss, and relaxed visibly. In a moment, two things happened: Stick's persistent movements were rewarded by a release of Teddy's anus' death grip, allowing him to begin to move, and Teddy's cock began to resurge. Mary released Teddy's lips and turned to Stick. "Easy, now - things are just starting to get good! Don't forget the lube, now!" She went back to kissing Teddy, who was beginning to wax enthusiastic as the pain backed off and was replaced by pleasure, amplified by Mary's efforts. Stick began to saw in and out a bit more forcefully, inserting himself to the point where the lube gave out (or a bit more), then backing off. He snatched up the bottle of lube to deal with a dry spot, stopping to apply the slippery liquid, then resuming the attack.

Teddy bore the whole thing more or less stoically. The initial insertion hadn't been fun, but Stick was being a whole lot more considerate than he probably would have been if Mary weren't present. Mary's lips were a fine distraction, and her small hand was teasing his cock back to full extension. After a bit, Stick wormed enough of his shaft in to bring it into periodic contact with Teddy's prostate and things began to really pick up.

But there was still a lot of cock out there, and Stick was beginning to wonder if Teddy could take it. Teddy wondered, too - every time he managed to accommodate the current delivery, there would be a new flash of pain as Stick extended his depth! Finally, though, Stick's kinky pubes came in contact with Teddy's smooth asscheeks, and he held himself there, pressing in deep while Teddy's colon moved to ease the stress and accommodate itself to the intrusion. Both males again relaxed as the tension and uncertainty flowed away, and when it appeared that Teddy's colon had stopped fighting him, Stick began to move, starting with short strokes. Early on, every movement was a fight, but soon, things began to ease up a bit, allowing Stick more freedom.

Through this whole exercise, Stick had had to concentrate on the penetration, more than pleasure - Teddy's rectum was too tight to be particularly pleasant! But now, the grasp of the tight ring and the tube of intestine became rapidly more forgiving and Stick could concentrate more on his pleasure. And it was very nice! Different, but nice, nonetheless. Teddy's colon felt smoother and it applied pressure to his cock in a more uniform manner than Mary's pussy had; it was more of a wrap than the fleshy feel of her vaginal walls. On the flip side, it didn't take Stick long to discover the downside to the whole thing - the nature of the thin, smooth musculature was such that, once it gave up resisting him, it became rapidly slack. That, and the amount of lube that Stick had had to apply in the initial penetration, made things so smooth that Stick began to wonder if he was going to get enough friction to stimulate him to cum! Still, it was buttery and warm; he wasn't ready to give up, yet... Hell, he wasn't even started good!

Stick's sawing in and out was an iffy thing for Teddy, from a pleasure point of view, but things were getting better. When Stick's stroke length reached the point where withdrawals and reinsertions caused his glans to bump past Teddy's prostate, things really began to pick up, the on-again off-again flashes of the contact added a bit to the relatively mild sense of pleasure and fullness provided by Stick's erection. Still, he began to present his ass for the in-stroke, lending confidence to Stick that he wasn't being injured and might even like it.

Mary looked on in satisfaction, toying with her clit distractedly as she watched her lovers go at it. As Stick got into his motion, the bump at the end as he impacted Teddy's buttocks had made continued kissing a somewhat difficult and dangerous prospect, so she had withdrawn. Now she was feeling a bit left out. Teddy's cock was showing every sign of a full recovery (surprising, given the fact that he'd come twice in the past hour!), and she still wanted to provide him with the heterosexual perspective, sooo... "Stick, Honey, can you hold up a second? I want to introduce Teddy to pussy. We can do one of those positions in the movie..."

"Like what?" Stick demanded suspiciously. Getting into Teddy's bowels had been a difficult proposition, and he was only now reaping the benefits; he was damned if he'd get back OUT!

"I'm gonna get under Teddy, and help him fit it in," Mary explained. Then she grinned, winking, "Then you can drive us BOTH!"

Stick pondered the idea while continuing to stroke. "Well, awright," he conceded with marked ill grace. "If it don't work, you back off an' lemme finish!"

Mary threw out her hands, "Sure, sure! I don't want to wreck anything - I just see an opportunity..." She crawled forward on the mattress toward the couch back, then flipped onto her back, then began crabwalking toward (and under) Teddy.

Significantly, no one asked Teddy his opinion of the whole thing; the other two recognized instinctively that Teddy was in full submission, his naturally timid state reinforced by the already twice-repeated lesson that if he just went with whatever was going on, he would reap big rewards. Already, the evening had provided him with several situations that he had only dreamt of; the long cock stirring his ass had been the Everest of his expectations. It wasn't quite as wonderful as he'd hoped, but this was the first time, after all... 

Mary reached the point where she would require assistance from Teddy and Stick, her widely-splayed, heavy thighs draped over Teddy's hands, blocked from further movement by his forearms as he supported himself on the mattress. The contortions she'd gone through caused the green shift to ride up, exposing not only her pudenda but the roll of fat immediately above it. Mary tugged it down, deliberately doing a half-assed job, covering the roll, but not her mound.

Teddy was treated to the sight, - and smell - of the chubby mound of her privates. The thin wisps of strawberry blonde fur did nothing to hide her clitoral hood, and if she had been required to rely upon them for padding, she'd have been out of luck there, too. Fortunately, there was already adequate padding. Her thin inner lips were pink and splayed from Stick's recent efforts, and there was a bit of white mixed with the clear fluid collected at her opening. Teddy's sexual education didn't include the term creampie, but there below him was a prime example... He went with the flow.

Mary was busy soliciting Stick's help for further movement, "Stick, Honey, could you lift Teddy up so I can... OOoooooohhhhh!" Her eyelids fluttered and she gasped loudly as Teddy's nose bashed her clit and his tongue drove into her channel under the impetus of Stick's latest stroke. Stick, who had instantly recognized the significance of Teddy's head dropping to Mary's crotch, grinned from ear to ear, editing the hip snap from the end of his strokes so that Teddy could work unimpeded on the surprised Mary's wet channel. Besides, when Teddy dropped his shoulders for the effort, his ass popped up, presenting a little different angle... 

Teddy, nose pressed tightly against Mary's clitoris for support, as busy sucking a cum-juice cocktail from her open channel, working his tongue deep to retrieve the mixed sperm and feminine secretions lurking there. The whole thing might have been distasteful to someone who disliked either ingredient, but Teddy liked BOTH, and the mix was an added attraction. Teddy was digging hard, working deep, and sucking, and Stick watched with amusement as Mary's eyes got bigger and bigger as Teddy worked new territories, his nose crushed against the top of her furrow.

Mary's hands buried themselves in Teddy's brown locks of their own accord and her hips began to roll, rubbing his face in tight circles. She went up fast; Stick watched her face and neck go from freckled cream to cherry red in under a minute. She sucked a HUGE breath through her nose, tensed, and screamed "JEEZUS TEDDYYYYY!!" thrashing and surging, and providing Teddy with a second helping of girl-juice. She collapsed, letting go of Teddy's hair, and he raised his dripping face to smile at her. "You little shit!" she husked, "You're one surprise after another! Fuck!" She lay there a moment, catching her breath, while Stick resumed his full stroke in Teddy's now elevated ass. When she could move again, she declared, "Now I NEED that cock!"

Stick rolled his eyes, shrugged, and brought his hands up beneath Teddy's armpits. Then, using their joining as a pivot point, he rotated Teddy up and back to a near-vertical position. Mary lost no time scooting down, even given the fact that she was still a bit uncoordinated. When her thighs were planted against Teddy's she glanced up, surprising a strange look crossing Teddy's features. Apparently, the change in position had brought some interesting sensations... 

It was true. Teddy was looking to see if his navel had sprouted a black cock - it sure felt like it... 

Stick lowered Teddy back down, draping him across Mary's jiggling torso. Teddy breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived; Mary had his cock in her hand. She ratcheted her heavy thighs up and out, working to give Teddy's tool maximum penetration and began rubbing the wide head against her slit.

Stick buried himself and held still through yet ANOTHER interruption to his ass-fuck, not bothering to conceal an air of martyrdom. Shit, at this rate, he'd NEVER get off in Teddy's ass! He held himself there, wondering how long it would take before he began to droop, while Mary worked to absorb Teddy's probe.

And work it was! If it hadn't been for Stick's earlier efforts, and maybe Teddy's cunt-lapping, she'd have never made it! She'd been tight around Stick; Teddy's glans was at LEAST twice the diameter! It was almost fortunate that his shaft was relatively narrow - it allowed Mary an anchor as she worked to gently force it into her opening. Slowly, the ring of muscle at her vaginal opening flowered open, and Teddy's glans sank through.

Teddy had no options; he couldn't withdraw, he had Stick behind him, buried to the hilt! Once she got going, though, the hot, buttery feel of the tunnel brought with it an urgency that overrode the minor discomfort. Then, suddenly, the ring closed around his shaft at the base of glans and he was wedged inside!

"Uuuummmmm!" Mary moaned as the wide head of Teddy's cock parted the folds of her fleshy tunnel. Just as she had never experienced Stick's length, the girth of Teddy's probe was a new and novel experience. The sensations were incredible, and there was no requirement for Teddy to penetrate all the way to her cervix to be effective!

Sensing success, Stick drove Teddy forward... 

... And Teddy stopped breathing! Mary's pussy was a furnace, one that gripped and flowed over his flesh, conforming to his cock's various surfaces, reluctantly parting before his glans and clamping on his shaft after its pass. This exceeded a blowjob by orders of magnitude!

Stick began his outstroke, dragging Teddy's hips with him, and Teddy totally overloaded. The same flesh that had closed behind his glans now actively opposed the withdrawal, and writhed as it poured over the sensitive flange at the junction of it and his shaft! "Aaaahhh!" Teddy groaned as his glans wedged against her opening, simply not allowing further withdrawal!

Stick continued HIS backstroke until he reached the same state with Teddy's sphincter, then drove forward, carrying Teddy with him back into Mary's depths. Stick quickly realized that this was an unforeseen but beneficial situation; he didn't need to worry about pulling Teddy's cock out of Mary - apparently, it wasn't possible! This granted the trio an unprecedented freedom of movement, which Stick immediately took advantage of. In addition, the intense sensations generated by Mary's vaginal muscles caused Teddy to tense up, including his bowels and sphincter, adding to Stick's enjoyment. He began to set an aggressive pace as Teddy's colon and sphincter took a more active interest in the presence of his cock.

Mary had never felt anything like the spongy pile-driver ironing her vaginal folds! If there was a nerve there, Teddy found it! It was totally different from Stick's deep attack, but just as satisfying! Her current position didn't allow her a whole lot of movement, but her ass twitched anyway, of its own accord while she worked to meet Teddy's lunging attack.

For a few minutes, Teddy let Stick drive him, nailing the sandwich that he was the filling in together and opening it back up. Both boys had had enough sperm drained out of them that an embarrassingly premature ejaculation was not a worry, so they settled in for the long haul. Then, as his narrow, lightly built male lover began to tire, Teddy took over, driving himself alternately into Mary and onto Stick, carrying the ball all by himself, shuttling back and forth between his male and female lovers.

Mary, for her part, was proving to everyone (including herself) that she was multi-orgasmic! Constantly cherry red from forehead to the upper slope of her breasts, she moaned and grunted constantly, sucking air in and out like a bellows, thrashing and dancing while her vaginal walls tried to crush Teddy's fleshy intruder every couple of minutes. Fifteen minutes elapsed, then Mary again began clamping down on Teddy as a climax roared through. The rolling pulses lasted longer than the accustomed few strokes; Mary had reached a plateau where her body instinctively insisted that NOTHING was as important as milking the life-giving seed from Terry's piston, and the spasms became continuous. Teddy reacted to the intense heat and pressure and a pattern of pulsations whose purpose was built into his very genes and began tensing as he rocketed toward his own climax. That tension communicated itself to his colon and its guest, and Stick gave in to his suddenly urgent need to pile-drive a place to pour out his juices. Stick began slamming away at Terry's defenseless anus as his orgasm rose to be all-encompassing, the world turned red and his cock bucked and roared. Stick's urgency and the impacts communicated themselves to Teddy, augmenting the speed of HIS approach to bliss; the first jet of Stick's semen in his belly set Teddy off like a bomb! Teddy crushed himself against Mary, crushing her already screaming clitoris between their pubic bones, and fired round after round from his sperm cannon, screaming incoherently - but lightning had already struck from Mary's crushed clit. For Mary, things got suddenly unbearably bright, and she fainted dead away... 

Mary came slowly back to herself. She felt sore, but incredibly relaxed. There was a fullness between her legs and a comforting weight atop her, but a distant voice intruded upon her peace with its upset: "Stick! Get UP, Man! I think we killed Mary!"

Teddy was frantic. He'd come down from his climax to discover Mary limp as a dishrag beneath him. He wasn't even certain she was breathing... 

"Inna minnit!" Stick groused. He didn't want to go anywhere; his cock was still pulsing pleasantly any time he moved a bit. Teddy's thrashing around was actually increasing his pleasure! "Man, ain't no way we killed her! Settle the fuck down! Put your head on her chest an' lissen for a heartbeat!"

Mary felt Teddy's soft curls between her tits and managed to heave an arm up to lay her hand on his head. "'M fine..."

The hand, the voice, and the lazy 'lub dub' sound coming from her chest eased Teddy's mind and he relaxed. "Scared me!" Another concern surfaced: "Are we too heavy?"

"Fine. Like it," Mary murmured thickly and slowly began to knit herself back together. "Got a really big one - must've passed out..." She opened her eyes. Stick was draped awkwardly over Teddy, who was transmitting his weight to Mary - but neither of them weighed a whole lot, anyway... The tall, narrow boy was in a good position, anyway, so... "Gimme a kiss, Stick."

Stick leaned forward and pressed the only soft thing on him - his wide lips - to hers. The tongue followed immediately, and the pair dueled happily. Teddy worked himself a bit to the right to make Stick's life easier, and rewarded himself with a nipple. Mary stroked Stick's hard back with her right hand and Teddy's soft curls with her left, and all was right with the world.

The trio lay there for a bit, but the position wasn't REALLY maintainable. Stick's erection shrank slowly, as did Teddy's, but where Teddy's continued to be wedged in Mary's tunnel, Stick's extracted itself. Mary felt it and grinned ruefully. "Stick, Honey, be careful when you get up, but I think you probably need to go wash up. Given where that thing has been and how long it is, there's no way you're not a mess..."

Stick rose up and glanced down. Yeah, it was nasty, all right, although it WASN'T as bad as he'd half-expected. "Um, got anything... ?"

"Tissues on the end table, Hon - but they won't do it - just cover your dash to the bathroom. Why don't you take a shower?" Mary added.

'Shit, why not?' Stick thought, 'I done everything else here! 'Sides, this place is the Taj Mahal next to the crib... ' He nodded and awkwardly got to his feet, snagging tissues for himself, and as an afterthought, a wad for Teddy, which he pressed to his open pucker.

Teddy took over pressing the tissues in place and mumbled, "Guess I'd better, too..."

Mary nodded. "Sure, Honey. I'll wait - the shower is good sized, but it won't handle all of us..." She paused a moment, watching Stick's narrow form disappear through the door. Returning her attention to Teddy, she asked, "So, how was it?"

Teddy grinned. "It was AWESOME, all of it! Stick was right, there doesn't seem to be any comparison to this..." He waggled his hips, moving his slowly subsiding erection in her hot box, then assumed a diffident expression, "But I liked the other, too..."

Mary smiled easily. "Well, Baby," she observed, "that's not really a problem right now, is it?"

Teddy resumed grinning. "I guess not!"

"Can you reach the tissues, Baby? When you pull that plug of yours, I'm gonna leak about a quart of mixed sperm..."

Teddy reached, but commented, "Seems like a waste..."

Mary shook her head, smiling. "No, Baby. I'm so worked up, if you start licking my pussy again before I settle down a bit, I'll get all demented and start babbling about how much I love the two of you, and you'll run out of here like your tail's on fire!"

Teddy busied himself with trying to keep Mary plugged and the couch clean while he pulled himself clear. "I dunno - I imagine we're past that. At least I am. And I don't think it was ever a big thing with Stick, anyway." He got up and headed for the bathroom, trying to keep his ass from draining on the floor. "Guess we'll have to work something out - draw straws or something." Mary waited until the door clicked behind him, then the smile collapsed and she cried like a baby.



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Chapter 123: Some minor adjustments


Dina and Bobby were quietly caressing one another in the aftermath of their oral encounter when a sound coming through the open door caught Dina's attention. "Shh!" Dina held up a finger. "Hear that?"

"What?" Whatever it was, it hadn't attracted Bobby's attention, which was mostly absorbed in moving two fingers in and out of Dina's vagina. He stopped, mildly irritated.

The sound repeated itself. "That!" Dina replied. "What did that sound like to you?"

Bobby mentally processed the signal. "Didn't sound happy. Dolores? Shit, if ANYBODY here should be happy..."

Dina eyed him. "Why, because Tim has a horse cock? Has it occurred to you that this means that a virgin is taking meat that ought to be the graduation exercise for a 42nd street hooker?" She tossed off the sheet and sat up. "We'd best go take a look."

Dina's theory as to the nature of the problem was on target. Dolores was nearly hysterical. She and Tim had departed the sitting room hot and bothered, and she thought she was ready, so she had laid down, spread out, and invited Tim in right away - but hot and wet is not dilated, and she was nowhere near ready to take Tim's massive probe. There ensued a period where the pair made multiple attempts to force it to fit; after each attempt, frustration and fear made things worse, not better, as tension and nervousness dried and tightened Dolores up. Dina found Dolores sobbing hysterically, and Tim hunkered down, mindlessly trying to force his monstrous cock into her tiny chute, grunting, "It's GOTTA fit! They ALL do!"

Dina acted immediately, whacking Tim on the shoulder. "Timmy! Hold up for a second!"

Tim whirled, uncharacteristically enraged, "What the--?" Then his eyes cleared, "Dina?"

"Timmy, she's as tight as a drum! You two didn't prepare the road properly, did you?" Dina accused.

Tim shrugged, "She thought..."

"Well, she wasn't, obviously," Dina rode right over Tim's excuses. "But we'll get her there. It'll be more difficult, now, though..." She pointed imperiously at Dolores' pussy, "Start munching! Dolores needs to relax and get happy! Handle it!"

Tim blinked, nodded agreement, and knelt between Dolores' legs, cupping an asscheek in each hand, then went to work with his tongue.

Dolores sniffled piteously, "Oh, Dina! I screwed up! Now I'm all..." But Tim's tongue work was already starting to show results, so she never finished the sentence.

"You sure did!" Dina agreed, "But don't worry - Mama fix!" Dolores nodded, her eyes distant as Tim's efforts bore fruit. Dolores' mound was familiar territory to Tim's tongue; he knew EXACTLY what he was doing! Dina turned to where Bobby was lounging in the door, "Bobby, there is a bottle of lube in my bag - would you get it?" She regarded Tim's exposed equipment thoughtfully for a moment. "Why don't you just bring the whole bag?"

"Ok." Bobby reached down and collected it, bringing it in and sitting it on the recliner at Dina's left.

Dina dug in the bag and surfaced a bottle of water-based lubricant. "Here we go!" She approached Tim, "How's she doing? Getting wet yet?"

"Some," Tim allowed, pausing to deliver another tongue swipe before continuing, "Some's spit."

Dina nodded. "Okay. Concentrate up above until she gets one. That will relax her for Phase Two."

Tim concentrated on Dolores' clitoris, and soon cinnamon brown limbs were thrashing all over the place as passionate moans replaced sobs. "Oh, Sugar! There! Yes! Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh!" Dolores clutched Tim's head and shook like a leaf, spasming.

Tim disengaged a moment, grinning, "Wet now!"

Dina pushed his head back down. "Keep going! Gimme your hand!" Tim stuck out his right hand, and Dina poured lube on his index finger. "Know what to do with that?" Tim nodded, slurping. "Take it easy, then, but see to it that she gets the full benefit." The mix of Dolores' fluids and the lube made insertion simple, and Tim began slowly pumping the finger in and out of Dolores' tight opening. Before long, Dolores' hips started to roll and Tim's finger was making squishy noises as the combination of Dolores' juices and the lube made her tunnel swampy. Dina nodded approval. "That's better. Let's give her a longer finger!" Tim eyed her, divining that she wanted to lube his hand again, so he backed it out, presenting the fingers for Dina to anoint. Dina drizzled lube on Tim's middle finger, and he gently put it to work.

"Oooohhhh!" Dolores' eyes rolled. "Oh, Sugar! OH, SUGAR!" She started rocking her pelvis toward the driving finger.

Dina patted her shoulder, grinning. "That better, Honey?" Dolores gave a big, wide-eyed nod, gasping. Dina tapped Tim on the shoulder. "Give her both of 'em, Timmy." She stepped back, eyeing the pair, and frowned. "Shit." She pondered a moment, shrugged, and began digging in her bag. Coming up with a pill bottle, she extracted a pill, then stepped forward, putting herself in the couple's line of sight. "Timmy, that things got to come off - it's nothing but trouble!" Her pointing finger indicated the rubber he had managed to squeeze into.

Tim frowned and disengaged from Dolores' labia to talk. "But what about..."

Dina held up the pill, forestalling him. "Morning after pill. Dolores pops this with breakfast, and everything's cool!" The couple locked eyes, and Dolores nodded, relaxing. Dina circled behind Tim, murmuring, "I'll get it off..." Gingerly, she worked to extract Tim's cock from its restrictive containment. Tim twitched and cringed as the latex caught on his pubic hair, then sighed in relief as it popped off. "Goddamned thing was killing me!" he mumbled, muffled by Dolores' mons.

"They're not exactly the slickest thing, either," Dina observed. "Give her both of 'em, Timmy!"

"Um," Tim announced, then nodded toward where his finger was pumping in and out of Dolores. A quick glance made the reason obvious; blood mixed with the lubricants at Dolores' opening.

Dina shrugged. "One less obstacle," she announced phlegmatically.

Tim inserted the second finger alongside the first, and Dolores handled it without complaint, her hips rolling as she drove her pelvis onto them. Dina mimed a corkscrew motion to Tim, and he picked it up. Dolores moaned. Dina leaned up to Tim and whispered, "Give her three..." Tim started working in the third finger - it turned out that it wasn't dry, anyway... Dina squirted some more lube on her palm, and murmured, "Timmy, I know that this is kind of familiar, but..." and she reached out to apply the lube to the shaft of his swollen cock.

"Mmmmph!" Tim gasped. The sensations of Dina's slippery hand moving over his cock more than made up for the discomfort of rubber removal. Tim's cock solidified. Dina leaned up and whispered, "Slide a finger in her ass, then while she's distracted..."

Tim did as he was told. The slippery digit made short work of Dolores' sphincter, given the amount of lubricant that had trickled over the rubbery ring. Dolores' eyes widened, and she gasped, "Oooooooo!" lifting her hips. Tim rose over her and laid his glans against her opening. By the ttime her attention shifted from her violated anus, his glans was in, and he had pushed a third of is length into her undefended vagina. Lube continued copious, so after a short withdrawal, Tim drove forward again. "Oh, God!" Dolores shrieked, and Tim stopped dead. "You okay, Baby?" he husked, concerned despite the waves of pleasure her gripping channel was imparting.

"Yessssss," she hissed, "Keep it coming, pleeeeease!" Dolores crossed her ankles behind Tim's knees and urged him forward with her whole body. The pair began to rock back and forth, becoming one organism, intent upon finding pleasure.

Dina looked on in approval. Turning to Bobby, she announced, "Our work here is done. Take me to bed, Lover!" Grabbing the bag, she trooped out of the room, Dolores' screamed "Oh, SUGAR, Oh GAWD, AIIIIEEEEEE!!!!" only muffled by the closing of the door behind Bobby.

Bobby chuckled as the pair crossed the sitting room. "Good thing you had that pill..."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me," Dina returned the chuckle. "Dolores has to go home with me - ibuprofen isn't going to keep her from getting pregnant!"

"Jeezus!" Bobby exclaimed, "Then..."

"I've got the right pills at home," Dina confided. "Tomorrow, we can break the news, and I'll take Dolores home and see she gets one. I just didn't have any with me, and the rubber thing just wasn't going to get it! I just told a little white lie to make them comfortable while they got past the hard parts..."

"Ho, ho, ho!" Bobby shook his head, "You're scary, Pretty Tits!"

"Well," Dina grinned, "I DO have a reputation to uphold!"

Having gotten beyond their impasse. Tim and Dolores were hard at it. Tim still wasn't completely buried (and he wouldn't get that way, tonight - Dolores would require a 'break-in' period to stretch her canal the additional two inches required to accommodate him), but Dolores' tight, wet sheath was provinding more than adequate stimulation. As for Dolores, she was already past her first penetration-inspired orgasm, and was racing toward her second, aided by the bright flashes that accompanied the impact of Tim's spongy cock head against her cervix. Dolores' eyes shone, and the bright smile that accompanied her gasped endearments would have been enough to bring Tim to climax WITHOUT the joys he was finding in the grasp of her hot, wet box. "C'mon, Sugar... Just like that! Oh, yeah! Mmmm! My Sugar! My Love! All yours! Ohhhh! OOOOHHHH! UUUUUHHHH!" Dolores surged, arching her back, her eyes glassy for the space of three or four strokes, then she was back, rubbing his back and throwing herself at his lengthy invader. Tim, realizing that she didn't WANT him to stop, didn't - he maintained a metronomic pace, driving steadily in and out while his lover rose and fell on her orgasmic cycle. He managed, somehow, to hold out for ten minutes, but youth and need won the day, and as Dolores arched herself in the final stages of her fifth climax, Tim lost it, driving deep and blasting huge wads of semen against her cervix. This additional stimulation provided a jet-assist to Dolores' climax, kicking her well beyond previous experience, and she clung to her brawny lover, screaming lustily as the waves coursed through her.

"Oohh, Baby! Damn!" Tim had been silent, during the act, only the sound of his labored breathing revealing his effort, but now, as he supported himself on his elbows, barely in contact with his lovers smooth cinnamon torso, he released his feelings in those few emotionally freighted words.

Dolores had long since realized that Tim was not the love sonnet type. Tim expressed his love by demonstration, and right now, that demonstration was present in the way he held himself above her on shaky arms rather than collapsing in exhaustion across her, perhaps crushing her under his weight. He seemed to think she was fragile... What she needed to do about it was obvious: She reached up and dragged him down onto her, forcing the collapse, kissing and squeezing his hard, muscular body while babbling endearments in his ear, "Oh, Sugar, I love you SO much! I love the feel of your big ole cock inside me and I'm gonna wear you out EVERY NIGHT - it feels so wonderful! I wanna spend the rest of my life cuddled up to you just like this..."

Tim buried his head in her shoulder to hide them, but Dolores detected the tears on her neck. She didn't have to ask why; the accompanying bear hug said that they were a pair of wet "I love you"s. She smiled happily and nuzzled his neck. All was right with the world - except she wanted a second go around! Maybe if she rode on top... 



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Chapter 124: At the pool


Amy Kelleher happily wriggled on Jimmy Hightower's lap, sucking his tongue and purring. She was being careful, though, bracing herself on the chair arms - she probably weighed as much as he did, and she didn't want to hurt him. Frankly, it would be best at this point if he failed to notice... Momentarily, she found herself to be envious of Thelma; Danny could bench press her almost painfully thin body without effort. Strange how these things worked out... She glanced at her girlfriend, and almost burst out laughing - Thelma was leaning into Danny's lips as they worked over her neck and shoulder, with the most insipidly happy expression on her face! It was a good thing that there were no mirrors in the room - one look, and the cat would have been totally out of the bag! Amy was certain that if Danny kept it up, Thelma would totally forget to worry about ANYTHING! In the meantime, however, Amy needed to get off Jimmy's lap, before she slipped up! "Hey! Let's go for a swim!" she squealed, hopping up.

"Kewl!" Jimmy was thrilled! Amy would be wet - and naked - in no time! After that, she would need to get warm - and he had some serious ideas about that! Jimmy leaped up and slid aside the first couple of panels of the screen, revealing the pool, its expanse lit by the underwater floods. "What about your suit?" he inquired slyly.

Amy stepped through the screen and shrugged airily. "I looked - and there was just NOTHING!" Giggling, she continued, "I guess I'll have to do without! Um, maybe you could, too?"

Thelma, reluctantly stepping through the screen behind her couldn't help but roll her eyes. Who DID they think they were kidding, anyway? Each other? Danny? A glance behind her at Danny's grin told her that THAT wasn't the case! He was shaking his head in gentle disbelief. "Wonder what original thought they'll have next?" he rumbled rhetorically. Thelma grinned from ear to ear, and Danny stopped, surprised, wondering just how many people had seen Thelma smile? Strange, how it changed her face... Danny stepped through to the outside as Amy and Jimmy faced one another, looking like a pair of aliens in the reflected blue light of the underwater floods. Amy opened her robe, smiling coyly, and Jimmy shucked out of his trunks, displaying a HUGE boner! Everybody present gasped, including Danny! "Wow!" Amy gasped, mesmerized. The robe dropped to the deck, forgotten, as she gravitated toward Jimmy's simply unbelievable hunk of man-meat!

Jimmy took in the stares and became embarrassed. "C'mon, let's get wet!" he announced, and, taking one of Amy's unresisting hands, made for the pool.

Thelma and Danny exchanged a shocked glance. "Who'd have thought... ?" Thelma began, then shook her head.

"I, uh, can't compete with that..." Danny announced diffidently.

"Um, good!" Thelma replied. "It'd probably kill me! I sure hope Amy can take it!" She minced over to the pool's edge. "Let's just dangle our feet in the water a bit!" she suggested, settling onto the edge.

"Okay." Danny plopped down, still in his trunks, since Thelma had made no move to remove her robe.

Thelma diffidently placed her hand on Danny's. "I, uh, can't swim..." she admitted.

"That's okay," came the reply. "I can teach you. Besides, it's not deep until you get over there where they're standing." Danny's left paw came across, covered hers, and lifted, allowing him to flip his right over. Then he lowered hers again into its grip, her fingers interlocking with his. She stared at the coupling, distracted. He sidled a bit closer, and they sat there, communing. "Really?" Thelma asked distantly.

"Yeh," Danny replied, wondering dimly whether she was interested in learning to swim or pool depth. It didn't seem to matter... 

Amy was thigh deep in the water before she realized that she was wet. She felt like the pool water should be bubbling around her pussy, it was so hot! She couldn't take her eyes off of Jimmy's erection, and her right hand kept opening and closing, anticipating the feel of it. Jimmy dragged her out until they were chest deep, watching as the water buoyed up her breasts, causing them to dance to the rhythm of the water disturbed by their passage. But Amy didn't let him view this phenomenon from a distance; she closed on him immediately, offering her lips as her hand closed around that tantalizing shaft. "Aaaahhhh!" they simultaneously sighed into one another's mouths as her hand closed around the burning rod. Amy was amazed that it could be so hard and so hot in the presence of the cool water; Jimmy couldn't believe that Amy could be so forward! She was a wet dream come true! Amy slid her hand up and down the rock hard flesh, watching Jimmy's eyes flutter. It was her first experience with a circumcised penis, and she mused that if the rumors were true - that circumcision limited the size - Jimmy could have impregnated horses!

Jimmy's voice took on serious urgency, "Amy - Oogh! If you keep that up, I'm gonna be cleaning spunk from the pool filter for a week!"

Amy grinned from ear to ear. This played into her hands - she'd wanted nothing more urgently than a taste since she'd laid eyes on the huge spear! "Then we'd better take the edge off! I owe you for Gino's, anyway. Hop up on the edge and Mama fix!"

Jimmy couldn't believe what he was hearing! He lurched out of the pool, clumsily, familiarity being the only thing that kept him from serious injury as inattention caused him to thrash on the pool's edge. The position proved to be less than optimal, the flagpole of his erection waving above Amy's head, so the pair shifted to Amy's left, into shallower water. Jimmy had to give up the visual feast of watching Amy's natural Mae West bob on the ripples, but... 

Thelma and Danny watched the live sex show from twenty feet away. As Jimmy lurched out of the water, his cock waving rigidly before him, Thelma leaned against Danny's shoulder. Danny gently extracted his hand, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her tighter to him, unconsciously sliding it under the flimsy robe to run gently across her narrow ribs. Thelma found her out of work left hand resting on Danny's right thigh, high up along the hem of his trunks. Neither of the pair was more than peripherally conscious of specific activity, so it was no exercise in bravery on Thelma's part when her fingers slid under the fabric, toying with Danny's inner thigh, no more than when Danny's big fingers began gently tracing the curve where Thelma's right breast met her ribcage.

Amy didn't fool around, licking and teasing - she immediately lowered her hot mouth over the bursting head of Jimmy's cock! Jimmy went totally rigid and his legs started bouncing as all conscious thought left him and the instinct to drive his ram into the warm, wet depths met the fortunate fact of his poor position to accomplish the action. Amy slid her tongue along the underside of the flanged head, and Jimmy couldn't have stifled the result if it meant his life! Corded tendons stood out in his neck and he ground his teeth, reddening - and then the flood began!

Amy felt the cock head in her mouth swell, the flesh becoming impossibly tight with in the taut skin, and knew what was coming - but she was blissfully unaware of just how much! The first surge was halfway down her throat before she realized it was on the way, and, choking, she rushed to catch up as Jimmy, now a mindless delivery system for his seed, sank both hands into her dark locks, holding her in place to receive the flood. This went on for a time somewhere between a couple of milliseconds and forever (neither of them could have told you which) before Jimmy's arms relaxed, and he settled back, momentarily exhausted, while his still pulsing cock sputtered in Amy's mouth.

Amy, the urgency of disposal of large quantities of Jimmy's spunk relieved, proceeded to luxuriate in the taste and texture of both the last spurts and their fleshy delivery system, sucking his glans like a lollipop, grinning. Jimmy opened his eyes to what was arguably the most beautiful sight in the world: Amy's smiling eyes above a mouth that managed to smile around his captured erection. Feeling a bit inadequate, and more than a little guilty, he gathered himself for an apology. "Amy, I'm sorry - I didn't..."

Amy wrapped a hand around his still very solid shaft and backed off to speak, "... last very long? Warn me?" She laughed. "I knew you weren't going to last - that's why I did it! And I got all the warning I needed when you swelled up. Relax, Sweetie - it was wonderful!" She wiggled the stiff shaft in her hand, "And there's plenty more where THAT came from!"

Thelma and Danny had watched the byplay, mesmerized. As Jimmy hopped back down into the water, took Amy's hand, and began wading back toward them, consciousness of her own situation returned to Thelma on the wings of a stifled groan by Danny. Glancing somewhat amazedly at her left hand, she realized that the soft, loose skin and kinky hair she had been instinctively toying with was Danny's scrotum - she'd slid her hand deep into his trunks and was playing with the pubes at the base of his cock! Thelma's clitoris itched madly, its background state of raw arousal augmented by the flickering spikes of electricity flashing between it and her distended right nipple. The reason for that distension: Danny's thumb and forefinger, steadily twisting and kneading the fleshy nubbin. Thelma wanted nothing more than to collapse against Danny, drawing him atop her, but the fear was strong... She needed some kind of reassurance, even false, so she withdrew her hand from its provocative location and turned pleading eyes on Danny. "Danny, if I asked you to take me home now, would you?"

Danny sighed, gustily. This wasn't exactly what he'd hoped to hear - but the required response was clear: "Yeah."

Big, moist brown eyes held his. "And if I made you take me home, would you call me?"

"Huh! Yeah..." Danny gave her a squeeze and rose, turning toward the pool house door. He pondered his actions, trying to figure out exactly what he'd done wrong, but well, let's face it, things had been moving pretty fast... Maybe Thelma just wasn't as easy as Amy appeared to be... Danny shrugged philosophically as he stepped through the screen; that wasn't necessarily bad... 

Thelma sat there, confused. Danny had basically given her everything she could expect, then he'd gotten up and was wandering off... "Danny, where are you going?"

Danny stopped in the opening, frowning, "Gonna get something to write on..."

"Something..." Thelma's confusion was writ large on her face.

Danny looked at her like she had two heads. "Yeah... If I'm gonna call ya, I need your phone number... Want me to chase down your dress?"

Realization crashed over Thelma, utterly destroying her defenses. The whole purpose of her queries had been a last-ditch, desperate attempt to ensure that Danny didn't think of her as a one-night stand. She'd expected him to respond as he had, basically, but follow it up with an aggressive effort to change her mind. Instead, Danny had picked up the ball, carried it, and made like a total Boy Scout - while simultaneously making his ongoing interest thoroughly clear in a way that brooked little or no doubt! In fact... Thelma locked moist eyes with the big hulk, "Danny, I SAID 'IF'..."

"Oh." Danny stopped dead, reorienting himself on Thelma. "I figured you got scared - we been going pretty fast..." he mused. Thelma's eyes were all that he could see; they were hypnotic, compelling.

Thelma was still trying to compose her next question, basically, an attempt to discover whether he had decided to pass her up totally, when Danny continued, "... I figure we'll get there... Better if you're comfortable. We got time..."

Relief, love and lust were a heady cocktail; Thelma was drunk, weakened as its effects washed over her. She raised a hand, waving him closer, tilting her head back to hold his eyes as he approached. When he'd reached the point of hovering over her, she managed to get some control over her voice, choking out, "I'm comfortable now!" Pulling in a deep breath, she husked, "Danny... Honey... Take me to bed?"

To Amy and Jimmy, it looked like levitation - one moment, Danny stood over Thelma, who was still swishing one leg languidly in the pool. The next, Danny was turning toward the pool house door, carrying Thelma snuggled in his arms!



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Chapter 125: "How are we gonna handle this?"


Teddy entered Mary's bath just as Stick was entering the shower, a large, high-sided square enclosure with a couple of interesting sets of bi- fold glass doors. Interest piqued, he stuck his head in, discovering that it was a tub, the depression set diagonally in the squared-off base unit. From the jets in the sides, it was apparently a Jacuzzi, too... Stick, soaping up under the spray, grinned, "Mary's momma and daddy mus' be rich! This place is a fuckin' palace!" Teddy nodded without comment and withdrew, closing the shower door, so he could sit on the toilet to urinate. Normally, he'd have stood up, but Stick's most recent deposit was oozing out of his somewhat abused ass... Idly, he wondered, 'Am I going to be doing a lot of this? Will I be giving up standing up to pee? How long will it be before we all discover what I look like in a dress?'

Stick rinsed the suds off his face and asked, "So, what'cha think?"

"About what?" Teddy asked, nettled.

"Stuff we all did tonight!" Stick grinned, "Which is better?"

Teddy frowned. His ass was a little sore, but... "Well, I guess I pretty much liked ALL of it... Mary makes a pretty good argument for sex with girls. On the other hand, I, uh, liked what we did, too. What about you?"

Stick worked on soaping his legs, nodding. "All pretty good. Mary throws a Helluva fuck, an' if you didn't give a mean blowjob, I wouldn't be here. The ass thing was different, too. But I gotta funny feelin' that ain't the question here..."

"What is it, then?" Teddy asked cautiously.

"Well," Stick ruminated as he finished his rinse, "Doin' sumpthin' like this once don' mean much. I'm thinkin' the question is, 'Can I get hung up an' all lovey-dovey wit' whoever', ya know?"

"Yeah, I see that," Teddy admitted. "If you can't see yourself getting serious with your partner, its just sex..."

"Yeh," Stick stepped out of the shower, collected a towel from a stack whose size surprised him somewhat, and waved Teddy toward the still-running water. "Still, I guess it's what ya find out ya can do..."

Teddy got up, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower. "Um, maybe we should start there. I like giving head, and I liked getting fucked. I'm a little sore, but I'll probably want to do it again." He stuck his head under the water for a bit, then resumed while applying Mary's herbal shampoo, "Getting head was great, no matter which one of you did it - neither of you had any real problems. Fucking Mary was fantastic, and she's a mean kisser..." He favored Stick with a significant glance while he rinsed his hair.

"Yeh," Stick admitted, "We didn't kiss, which kinda makes my point. Lessee, how do I feel about the whole thing? Mary's a fuckin' gas - who'd a thunk it? Time was when I'd a been embarrassed hangin' wit' Mary; now, fuck 'em - they don' know what they missin'!" Stick eyed Teddy, who was watching him while he soaped his narrow chest, "As for what we did, well, I learned that it's pretty damned good, an' I could do it again - even the blowjob. But I don' see me takin' that joint o' yours up MY ass, an' I don' think I want to go tellin' my friends - they'd probly freak an' shit, an' spend all their time watchin' me outta the corner of their eyes to see if I was gonna grope 'em or sumpthin'!"

Teddy nodded, moving on to his lower body. "That's fair, I guess. I don't particularly want to be outed, either, although I've probably got less to lose. So we come back to emotional dependence. Do you think it's possible for you to get all 'lovey-dovey' with me?"

Stick frowned, "I dunno. But I figure if I did, it would probly be 'cause you're kinda built girlish - no offense!"

Teddy sighed, "None taken. I'm not sure if I could really get into you, either. I don't have any issue with you being girlish or not - we just haven't tried it. Thus far, it's been just sex. You're doing 'top' things, and I'm doing 'bottom' things, from my reading on homosexuality - but it still doesn't mean that either of us is really a homosexual. What about Mary?"

"Hold it a sec - 'Top'? 'Bottom'?" Stick looked perplexed.

"Um, yeah," Teddy struggled to explain. "Um, blowjobs are kind of equal opportunity, but anal sex is different. Some gays only like to - I dunno, give? - anal sex. It's a more dominant position - a 'top'. Others enjoy being penetrated. They're kind of expected to be more submissive, act more female. Sometimes, they call it 'man pussy'. That would be a 'bottom'."

"Oh. Okay," Stick lowered the toilet lid and plopped down on the seat. "Mary. Yeh, I think I could get kinda hung up on Mary. She turned out kinda sweet."

"Well," Teddy replied, rinsing, "Mary's been actively hunting for a man for some time, which made me seriously nervous! Being chased by a girl is... unsettling. Tonight, though, I found out that if I let her, she'd settle for me - and that's not so bad..."

"What d'ya mean, 'settle for you'? You're a guy..." Stick rallied to Teddy's defense.

Teddy stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, smiling ruefully. "Not much of one, I'm afraid..."

"Huh! I dunno! That pecker of yours ain't exactly gonna go unnoticed by most girls! Bitch takes that'll know she's been spread!" Stick grinned.

"I guess so," Teddy grinned, "But that's not all there is to me - or maybe it is..."

Stick dropped a companionable hand on Teddy's shoulder. "I understand. But you ain't the only one of us whose best features ain't visible." He swatted Teddy's shoulder gently. "So, how are we gonna handle this?"

Teddy shrugged, opening the door. "Beats me!"

Mary was standing there outside the door, looking anxious. "Oh, thank God! I thought I was gonna have to pee in the sink! Make yourselves at home - I'll be right back! She rushed into the bath, slamming the door behind her.

Teddy eyed Stick sidelong. "Did Mary seem a little pink-faced to you?"

"Mebbe," Stick allowed.

Teddy wandered over to the still extended couch. "There's a lot more tissues laying around here than there was, and Mary's nose looked a little red to me."

"What's yer point?" Stick looked puzzled.

"Well, at least once while we were doing her, Mary let go. And she made a comment as I was headed to the bathroom..." Teddy amplified. "I don't know how long she can go without getting affectionate, if you know what I mean..."

"Is that so bad?" Stick wondered aloud.

"Well, if we can't figure out what we're up to, it might get confusing..." Teddy mused.

"Look, why don' we go wit' what we got?" Stick suggested, "I don' think either of us is too worried over Mary bein' fond of us. Since we got our own stuff to work out, it ain't like we're competin' with one another for her..."

"Whew! That's better!" Mary exclaimed, exiting the bath. "What're you boys up to?"

Teddy eyed her, "We're trying to define our relationship.

"Oh?" Mary's nonchalance was patently fake, something neither of the males missed. "And?"

Teddy looked at Stick, got the nod, and continued, "It's undefined. Neither of us is prepared to commit to being homosexual based on tonight, even though we both enjoyed it."

"No? Why?" Mary was fascinated.

"Well," Stick took up the tale, "One thing we AIN'T done is the kind of lovey-dovey suck face stuff that you do wit' someone you're stuck on. I dunno if I can at all, an' Teddy kinda let it slide..."

Mary eyed Teddy, "Why?"

"I'm not sure," Teddy responded diffidently, "Could be that I didn't think Stick would welcome it... On the other hand, I had no problem kissing YOU - maybe I just didn't want to? Anyway, we're not going to resolve this tonight - we're going to have to be a whole lot more comfortable with each other, first!"

"Which brings us to you," Stick grinned.

Mary eyed him sidelong, eyes flashing from his grinning face to Teddy's poker one, "And?" Her stomach fluttered.

Stick shrugged, "Neither of us is gonna run screaming from here... Which one you want?"

Mary was caught flat-footed. "Uhhhh..." Both were incredible as sexual partners, and both had interesting personalities - but they were so different... "Wow! I... dunno... You guys are both something else - but you're so different!"

"Yeh," Stick nodded to Teddy, "That's where we were when you came in. Mebbe that part's 'undefined', too!"

"Ummm, yeah," Mary admitted, "Looks like it... What happens if I can't pick one of you, right away?"

Teddy ran a hand through his drying curls. "Well, the big worry was that we figure you're going to have a tough time being undemonstrative..."

Stick shook his head, grinning, "Gotta love them big words..."

Teddy rolled his eyes. "Uh, Stick was just recommending that we kind of go with the original plan - be a trio, or threesome, or whatever, until things shake out."

Mary pursed her lips, "Sounds okay, I guess. In private?"

Teddy passed a glance with Stick. "Public's okay."

"Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke," Stick announced.

Mary was having trouble breathing. "What about being 'undemonstrative'?" she asked, carefully.

Teddy flicked another glance at Stick, "Demonstrate all you want - we will - at least, with you..."

"Wow!" Mary's insides were shaking - She'd gone from famine to feast! What was she gonna do with TWO men? Casually, she leaned back against the door facing, trying to control her weak knees.

Teddy's grin showed teeth. "You can start any time, as a matter of fact - you're, like, TOTALLY transparent..."

Mary's voice shook, "Well, c'mere, then and give me a kiss, both of you! If I try to walk, I'll fall down!"

Stick took her left, leaning down to engage her lips. Teddy, a bit shorter, took the right, and settled for her neck and earlobe, taking advantage of her collapse against the doorframe. Both were highly effective. After a bit, Stick observed gently, "You know, you're the only one a us that ain't had a chance to clean up properly. Ya wanna get a shower?"

Mary faked outrage, "I smell that bad?!"

"Naw, I figured it's a comfort thing - you gotta be all sticky, we were!"

Mary grinned, "Well, I'm a tub girl..."

Teddy smiled. "Need anyone to wash your back?"

Mary dimpled, "Sure!" Eyeing Stick, she added, "Front, too!" The trio retired to the bath.



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Chapter 126: Relatives


Draper Travis was a little freaked out. Six hours ago, he'd showed up at the Prom, with a runnin' partner to amuse himself by watchin' the domesticated dudes get dragged all over the floor (well, that was the official version, anyway - the reality was that he hadn't worked up the nerve to ask anyone for a date... ). Draper shook his head to clear it, thinking, 'Now I'm standin' in my girlfriend's (yeah, girlfriend - how in the Hell did THAT happen?) bedroom, while she's snuggled up to me, buck naked, and tryin' to stick her tongue down my throat! Nate's downstairs, loudly bangin' a white bitch... (Fuckin' unreal in itself... ). And Teninsha's old man is out in the hallway rantin' an ' ravin' about me bein' in here, but her 'ol lady says 'Hey, if she wants to hump, hump!'' Draper stood there, rubbing his forehead - when did shit turn upside down? When 'Nisha slapped Nate? When Bobby McCormick put a hammerlock on me to take 'Nisha home?

Tenisha started shoving Draper's coat off his shoulders. "What's the matter, Baby?" she asked, worried.

"Mmmm?" Draper gathered himself for a moment, "Lotta shit happenin', real fast..."

Tenisha giggled as she tossed Draper's coat over her vanity stool and stepped up to go to work on his tie, "Yeah! Dina and Bobby sure lit the fuse, didn't they?"

"Dina? That wild lookin' chick McCormick was with?" Draper's eyebrows rose as pieces started slipping into place... 

"Yeah, Baby. Dina met me in the Ladies while I was cooling down after Nate made an ass of himself..." Tenisha turned laughing eyes on her new boyfriend, "We sealed your fate right then - you don't mind, do ya?" Tenisha batted her eyes and feigned innocence.

Draper grinned. "It's startin' to make sense - and I'd be a pure fool to complain! So, Bobby's 'favor' was a set-up?"

Tenisha nodded, watching him closely while she unbuttoned his shirt. "Nate and Nora, too, I bet. I think Dina had the whole thing planned when she reached the Ladies'."

Draper grinned, "You know, you could'a had me, any time!"

Tenisha smiled, but maintained her silence. It wouldn't do to let Draper know that the reverse was true - at least not that baldly. After a moment, she murmured, "Seems like it took an outsider to fix the problem..."

Draper grunted, "Somehow, I ain't surprised..." Tenisha grabbed at his belt, and Draper felt that it was time to try again to be noble... "Baby, you don' need to do this to seal the deal - I ain't goin' nowhere..."

Tenisha locked eyes with him and slowed, but didn't stop. "Baby, that's not what this is about! I know that we're past questions over whether we're gonna have a relationship - in fact, if I thought THAT wasn't settled, I'd hold out, in spite of how bad I want it! But it is, isn't it?" Draper shrugged, nodding. "Okay, then its simple; I want it - BAD! Unless you don't want to?"

"Yeah, right! I always got a fuckin' boner when I tell a chick I don' want it!" Draper chuckled, and Tenisha made his pants hit the floor. "Not that I got a whole lot of experience wit' tellin' girls 'No'!"

Tenisha stepped into his arms, snuggling close, "Well, there WAS Beulah Tyrone - unless you were pulling my leg..."

"Shit! Forgot about her!" Draper shook his head. "Ain't polite, but I don' much even think of her as bein' human! Kinda like messin' with a horse - or a cow!"

Tenisha stepped back, put hands on hips, and feigned outrage, "So, is that how you're gonna think of ME after you've got your first dozen kids on me and I'm old, slow, and beat up? As a cow?"

"Huh!" Draper reposted, "Not hardly!" He grinned, "'Sides, I've seen your momma! I got no worries!"

Tenisha laughed, "I THOUGHT you might have taken that in!"

Draper shook his head. "They way she stood there with your ol' man's cum running down her leg, a fella'd have to be dead not to notice!"

"Yeah," Tenisha agreed. "Mama's shameless about her sex, and I plan to be, too! You know she was checking you out for a reaction, too?"

"Figgered as much..."

"She got one, too..." Tenisha smiled coyly, "I know - I was holding it!" She snuggled into his arms, offering her lips. Draper took them, and for an immeasurable period of time, their tongues dueled, periodically changing venues from her mouth to his and back. Finally, Tenisha pulled back and husked, "Come on, even if you're going to be all noble, I want to know how comfortable you are to lay on..." She took his hand and led him to the bed, sweeping off an undifferentiated mass of Beanie Babies and other stuffed toys. The bedspread, blanket, and top sheet went as quickly, Draper assisting one-handed. She pushed him back onto the bed, and he crawled up and settled himself on his back, then drew her forward atop him. As she crawled atop him, he noticed, bemused, that there WAS a bit more to her tits than just nipple; they developed a conical shape, swinging free. But those nipples... He reached down and took her under the arms, dragging her further up than she intended to settle, and wrapped his lips around a stiff, inch-long prominence. "Ooogh!" Tenisha sighed, eyelids drooping in pleasure. She'd settled down a bit while soothing Draper's nerves, but his lips on her nipple caused the fires to rage again.

Tenisha reached for Draper's cock, finding it hot and hard and as silky-smooth as the rest of him. Draper groaned, dropped his right hand to her left asscheek, and extended two fingers to find her openings. His middle finger found her already soaked vaginal opening almost instantly, and rather than doing further hunting, he contented himself with that, sliding the finger into the damp tunnel.

"Uuummmm!" Tenisha threw her head back, arching as the sparks flew between her nipple and her pussy. There was NO WAY Draper was going to leave that room before she rode his cock! She started to slide his silky foreskin along his now diamond-hard rod.

Draper had given up any attempt at withdrawal. Males aren't really prepared to say 'no' in the face of a female's actively expressed desire - all of their weapons point the other way! When Tenisha began to impale herself on his middle finger, he waited until it was going well and added the index finger to the mix!

"Oooohhhh! Baby! I'm ready!" Tenisha crooned, eyes glassy. She raised herself into a vertical position, and began rubbing Draper's cock against her opening.

Draper went nuts! Any thought he had of holding out was washed away in the tsunami of sensation the first time she swiped the head of his cock along her furrow! Grasping her hips, he howled, "Get it in!" Tenisha found the opening, and Draper's biceps flexed, driving her onto his rampant shaft!

"Aaaauuugh!" Tenisha screamed in surprise and pain. Draper had smashed her down over half his cock! Her hymen, not totally intact, anyway, shredded, flashing pain through her.

Draper was instantly contrite. Stopping dead in his tracks, he exclaimed, "Oh, Baby, I..." There was no excuse... 

... But it wasn't an issue, anyway. Pain was already giving way to pleasure as Tenisha's battered sex adapted to its intruder. Tenisha produced a distinctly Mona Lisa smile, and pulled his hands up from her hips to her nipples. "Its okay - but let me drive for a while..."

Draper was more than happy to oblige. They held still for a moment, while Tenisha adjusted, then with an inward stare as she traced the sensations, Tenisha began to move, lifting a bit, then lowering herself, using Draper's girth to open new territory.

"Uuuuhhhhh!" The feel of Tenisha's vaginal walls parting before the head of his cock was exquisite, driving Draper to near delirium! "Stop! Stop! Or I'll blow!" he moaned.

Tenisha didn't stop - her own search for pleasure wouldn't allow it - but she slowed 'way down, which was almost worse! Draper's legs began to shake as his control began to slip away... This had an unexpected result, however. The more random movements help Draper regain control while driving Tenisha into a frenzy! She began to drive herself up and down, absorbing Draper's entire length, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! OH! Baby! OH! BABY! OH, BABY! OOOHHH! BAYBEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Tenisha, her face a mask of lust, ground herself against Draper's crotch as the waves of her climax inundated her. Draper gritted his teeth and hung on, determined to give her two.

Up the hall, Bess translated the signature scream, "Well, 'Lonzo, our little girl is a woman! Fuck me again?"

Alonzo sighed over his daughter's lost innocence, and rolled atop Bess. "Boy would'a gone home..." he growled, while wiping his erection along her damp slit.

"Yeah," Bess agreed, "I got that, too. But 'Nisha would have been disappointed. It was time." Alonzo found his target, and sank his bone into her in one stroke, drawing a pleased hiss from his wife, who then continued, "Girl needs her sex. She's... ummm... all tense. By the time... ahhh... I was... her age... mmmm... you was... bonin' me... ahhhhh... regular!"

Alonzo grinned at the effect of his steady strokes had on Bess' speech. She was starting to slur... Next came... 

"... Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby!" Bess' eyes were glassy, and the litany was well under way, as her swollen clit slid up and down Alonzo's pounding shaft. Alonzo grinned tightly and threw himself into his work.

Tenisha was just coming down from her first major climax when she picked up her mother's utterances from down the hall. Her libido fueled by the stimulus, she cut the corner on her aftermath and resumed driving herself onto Draper's erect cock. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Baby! Oh!"

Draper felt his testicles beginning to tighten and that pre- ejaculation rush coming on, and began driving from below, pushing Tenisha up the slope toward her second orgasm even faster! "Awwww, fuck! I'm gonna blow!"

Tenisha adapted to the surge, and began to squall, "Baby! God! Baby! Oh, Baby! OH! BABY! OH, BABY! OOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Grinding, rocking, milking surges accompanied her second, even larger climax! Tenisha shook like a leaf, grunting, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" as her pussy grabbed and milked Draper's cock.

Draper went stiff as a board, arching despite Tenisha's best efforts to nail him to the mattress, and screamed, "AWWWWW!!!!" as his hose began flooding Tenisha's grasping channel. The pair strove and strained and grunted, trying hard to become one organism, before finally collapsing together in a heap.

Bess picked up Tenisha's scream of completion, and it provided a jet- assist to HER ride to orgasm. This time, Bess got that look, that inward stare, and went quiet. Alonzo KNEW what that meant - Bess was brewing a BIG one! Bess' hips developed this figure-eight grind that seemed to leave him impaled everywhere along his stroke, and she started a little anticipatory hum. Alonzo thought to himself, 'Maybe we ought to bone 'em side by side, so they can play off each other and save us menfolk some work... '

Maybe it was the thought. Maybe it was the way Bess' hips began to snap, atop the complicated roll. Maybe... Who knows? But suddenly, the fact tat Alonzo had just gotten off a few minutes before was totally irrelevant, because he was THERE, AGAIN, just that quick! Bess' mouth opened and the hum took on volume, "MmmmmmMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! BAYBEEEEEEE!!!!" She crushed her crotch against him while lightning flashed, and thunder roared, and Alonzo, electrocuted, surged against her, blasting away!

Downstairs, Nora smiled as the screams of her classmate and her mother reassured her that no one was going to be pointing too many fingers at HER salacious activity, even if she'd more or less started it. Nora was again lying on the couch, Nate draped atop her, nursing on her neck. That he was trying to give her a hickey was a virtual certainty; Nate was the type that would want to leave a mark... Nora smiled gently and rubbed his back - let him have his little fun! Besides, his lips on her neck felt good... Maybe, after they'd gone together a while, she'd insert the idea into his head that he should have her get his name tattooed on her, somewhere... After a bit, when it appeared that Nate was going to try to start another on the other side, Nora pushed against his chest, murmuring, "Nate, Honey, it's time to take me home..."

Nate proved surprisingly tractable, and they were up and out in no time, Nora finding a hamper in the bathroom for the messy towel and pad. Stuffing themselves back into clothing was more trouble; to both it was like being mummified after the delicious release of being naked. Nate handed Nora into his ratty old Chevette, and they took off. Nate didn't even notice that he was suddenly chivalrous, opening the door and handing her in - but Nora did, and smiled to herself.

The trip was amazingly quiet. Nora was somewhat surprised - Nate had totally shelved his rap. But Nate was shocky; when he'd walked out the door of his mother's ratty apartment earlier in the evening, he'd had no expectations other than to stand on the sidelines making acidic comments while others had fun. Certainly, he hadn't expected to so much as TOUCH a girl! His eyes drifted to the right, where Nora sat quietly. Would this be it? Would she wake up in the morning and decide she'd had her fling with a bruthuh, and blow him off? He was just starting to get worked up behind that thought process when a soft hand laid itself atop his on the transmission shift lever. The whole thing went straight out the window at the touch. Nate glanced over at Nora and grunted, "Damn bucket seats!"

Nora giggled and shifted her hand to his neck, rubbing gently. "Take the next left."

Nate nodded and negotiated the corner, then slowed down. Nora answered the unspoken question with, "It's down a few blocks, on the left. 1311." Nate concentrated on his navigation, wishing he didn't have to; it was simply amazing what Nora's soft touch on his neck did for him! He drove carefully, due to the hour and the knowledge that an alert, bored cop could pose serious problems for them, finally finding the house aided by a nod from Nora and pulling into the drive.

Sharon Wilson started awake at the sound of a rather loud vehicle pulling into the drive. A glance at her watch brought raised eyebrows - it was past 3:00! A glance out the window revealed that the car wasn't Little Teddy Frick's, which added somewhat to her confusion; she'd expected that Nora would call and ask to stay over with Mary Nally hours ago. Obviously, there had been a change of plan, at some point... Sharon plopped back into her chair to await developments.

Nothing happened immediately, however. Sharon waited patiently for five minutes, then, confused as to what could POSSIBLY be going on out front, hopped up and put an eye to the peephole... 

Nate had piled out of the car immediately upon arrival, and was there to hand Nora out before she got the door open. Nora covered her surprise and allowed the service, smiling slightly while wondering how long it would take Nate to come out with "Bitch! Git yer own damned door!" Nate acted like he did this all the time... 

When they reached the porch, Nora glanced around a bit, (Nate couldn't figure out why - she didn't look at the house, only the surroundings) and said "G'night, Nate. I, uh..."

Nate grinned. "'I had a wonderful time' don't come close for me..."

Nora returned the smile. "Me either. Tonight turned out a LOT different than anticipated!" She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes from about three inches. "So, when are you gonna call me?"

Nate's eyes popped, but before Nora could react to her instinctive assumption that he was going to push her off, he blurted the reason for his surprise, "Shit! I don't have your number!"

"Shhh! Want to wake up the neighborhood?" Nora hissed, again glancing around. "You want me to just tell you, or do you want to write it down?"

"Don' want no fuck-ups! Lemme get something..." Nate ran for his car, throwing open the driver's door and diving in to look for pen and paper. After a minute's wild thrashing, he came up with a marker and a somewhat ragged hunk of napkin. Smirking, Nora, who had drifted over to the car while he searched, recited her phone number while Nate carefully inked it onto the absorbent paper. The first effort failed; the numbers were too small and became undecipherable blobs on the napkin. Nate cursed softly, and did it again in much larger script, then carefully laid the napkin on the dashboard.

The pair held hands on the way back to her door, and on arrival Nora drew herself against him and offered her lips for a goodnight kiss. Nate bent down and accepted the invitation, then was gratified when her lips opened - it wasn't gonna be any chaste effort, after all! Nate concentrated on the kiss, putting everything else on autopilot, and Nora soon matched his efforts, forgetting to worry about where she was... 

Sharon took a moment to focus through the peephole, but she got an eyeful! Nora was on the porch, wrapped up in a clinch with a BOY! What's more, the boy wasn't Little Teddy Frick (Sharon experienced a momentary bout of vague relief over this, before realization set in) - the boy was BLACK!!! Sharon actually moaned in terror - what would Armand do? Galvanized, she threw open the door... 

Nate wasn't much for his surroundings, concentrating instead on the kiss, until suddenly a hand snatched him, off balance, through the open front door of Nora's house! "Get in here, you two!" a female voice shrilled as the door slammed behind them, "Nora! My God, what WERE you thinking! Heaven knows what your father is going to do when he hears of this!" This last was almost a wail. Nate looked up and beheld an older version of Nora, somewhat larger in all horizontal dimensions: wider hips, bigger bust, a LITTLE bigger in the waist... Nora's mama, without a doubt. Nate couldn't help the instant examination, and the thought, 'So THAT's what she'll look like after a couple of kids... Yeh, I can deal wit' it, no problem... ' His face wrinkled in a frown. "I expected to get kicked off the steps, not jerked inside! You wanna tell me what's goin' on?" Nora's mama didn't seem to be pissed, but she was clearly agitated... 

Sharon took a breath, but rounded on Nora. "Before I do, maybe you could fill me in, so I don't waste time jumping to conclusions?" Nate didn't hear the unspoken 'Is this for real?' but Nora got it, loud and clear... 

Nora put her hand in Nate's, which pretty much answered the unspoken question, but she went ahead with her explanation while her mother scrubbed her face with both hands, "Think we can sit somewhere first, Mom?"

"Okay - not out here, though," Sharon replied, waving at the open drapes. "Let's go into the den." The den, originally the garage, was virtually windowless, and assumed to be more private, screened from observation. Little did Sharon know... She drew the curtains on the single window. Rounding on Nora, she demanded, "So, what happened? And when? This has to have been recent - your father..."

Nora sighed, "Mom, this is Nate..."

"Pleased to meet you, Nathan," Sharon said somewhat perfunctorily.

Nate expected racism, and normally would have bridled. But there was something about Nora's mama's attitude that said race might be a complication, but it wasn't the basic problem... "It's Nate, Ma'am. That's what's on my birth certificate. Mama fixed it so I wouldn't have a nickname."

"Um, Nate, then," Sharon absorbed the rejoinder. "How is it that I find you on my doorstep?" The question went to Nate, but the look that went with it went to Nora.

"Um, a mutual friend hooked us up," Nora replied. "Nate and I have certain complimentary needs." Nora smiled gently, and Nate wondered just which ones she was planning to enumerate. "Nate's kind of antisocial in pursuing his, and I wasn't busy and needed a project." The smile became toothy, "I plan to domesticate him."

Nate eyed Nora sidelong. "Excuse me?" he demurred, but what he was thinking was '... an' the little bitch is halfway there already!'

"I shudder to think of the size of the red flag you're waving before your father!" Sharon whined. "You KNOW how he is - there is no predicting WHAT he'll do..."

"Well, Mom, I hate to make life difficult, but it had to happen sometime!" Nora blustered. "And while Nate's a little more risky than some, I don't THINK Dad's a racist..."

Sharon looked resigned, "No, Hon - but it's such a WONDERFUL excuse..." She dropped into the chair.

"Somebody wanna tell me what's goin' on? This sounds like a lot more than 'You silly bitch! Howcum you're huntin' black dick'..." Nate's distraction allowed his mouth to get away from him for what was probably the first time since he and Nora had swung into orbit.

"Oh!" Sharon's hands flew to her face in shock. Nora merely said, mildly, "Nate, Honey, watch your mouth." Nate grimaced, and Nora continued, "But you're right - you need to know this..." She drew him onto the couch beside her and began the tale: "To me, Dad's little more than a voice on the phone - I haven't seen him in years. But to Mom..."

Armand Wilson had married Sharon out of high school. The courtship had been a little strange... She had become aware of him watching her in the halls, for reasons that weren't exactly clear, and had been inept at pretending she hadn't noticed, being inexperienced - after all, she hadn't been garnering much male attention! This led to more surveillance by him, which increased her vigilance - until they were virtually watching each other constantly any time they were in each other's presence. It turned into a game: Armand would attempt to spy on her without her knowledge - but without being actively surreptitious. He never hid - he just appeared without warning. Sharon's job was to catch him. The resulting bold stares would give her hot flashes... 

This went on for some time, then suddenly one morning he appeared before her. "We need to go out!" he announced.

Sharon, caught flat-footed, merely sputtered for a moment. Armand, impatient with her inability to get organized, scowled, shrugged, and left as rapidly as he had arrived.

Immediately, the nature of the game changed. Armand was no longer content to merely surprise Sharon - now he announced himself by touching her. It was never quite objectionable; there would be a light brush on her arm, or hip - maybe her back or calf, carefully non-sexual - and he would be there, in the vicinity, watching, when she glanced around. By the end of two weeks, she was thoroughly spooked. When he again presented himself before her, arms folded, and demanded, "Well?" Sharon, thoroughly cowed, merely squeaked, "Okay."

"I'll be by at six," he announced, and was gone. The more Sharon thought about it, the scarier it got - no request for an address or phone number, and no discussion as to where they might go - obviously, he was well aware of the former, and didn't plan to ask her input for the latter... When he showed up at six, he scowled at her choice in clothing (shorts and a blouse), told her they were going to dinner 'someplace nice' and demanded that she put on a skirt. While she was upstairs, he somehow captivated her parents - her mother took her aside and berated her for her thoughtlessness in matters of dress - then he collected her and they left.

They had sex that night. Armand DID take her to a decent, sit-down restaurant - but it wasn't anywhere pricey, or even with a dress code. It soon became evident that his demand was purely in an effort to ease his access to her sex. They went from the restaurant to his place, where he lured her into necking, then had his way with her, rolling over her feeble objections like a tsunami. He had two fingers inside the leg band of her panties in moments, and after that, the war was lost. Armand displayed an impressive expertise in using the combination of intimidation and her own arousal to prey upon her submissive nature, overcoming her vestigial defenses as if they were tissue paper. He took her, roughly, right there on the couch, staining her skirt with semen and blood from her ruptured hymen. His pleasure was paramount; he granted her just enough to make the experience addictive, and she knew it. When he took her home, he bit her on the neck and announced, "Tommorrow night, you will learn how to suck me off!"

She did, too.

While her parents remained blissfully ignorant, by the end of the year anybody in the know had realized that Sharon wasn't Armand's girlfriend, she was a possession - one that he kept fine-tuned to handle his sexual needs. Those in the know included his parents; at home, Armand took Sharon any time and any place he felt like it, and both of his parents caught them at it one time or another. On her discovery, Armand's mother withdrew, embarrassed, and never mentioned it, although she looked on Sharon with an embarrassing sympathy, afterward; Armand's father, however, stood there, grinning, for several minutes, making sure she saw him and was thoroughly humiliated as she knelt before Armand on the couch, bobbing on his erect cock. This was a dead giveaway as to where Armand got his attitude and methods... 

Armand didn't ask Sharon to marry him, he directed it. Sharon, thoroughly cowed, complied, maintaining the fiction for the benefit of her parents and various strangers. After the wedding, Armand took good care of Sharon, but she lived a life of virtual slavery - he controlled everything she did. Viewed objectively, his technique was a work of art: he seldom laid a hand on her, even then only perhaps to give her a good shake - but his mental and emotional controls were absolute. Sharon KNEW he could read her mind, and she feared him above all else - but with the fear came an attraction... At the end of two years of marriage, Sharon was an emotional wreck, and the constant stress was taking a physical toll; she was also three months pregnant with Nora. It was a miracle that she had gone that long without conceiving - Armand used her daily, ruthlessly, sometimes several times, and forbade her birth control of any type. Sharon frankly expected to die of fear before the year was out.

But fate intervened at that point. Armand's uncle, a famous meat- packing baron, died, and in a surprise move left the bulk of his estate to Armand, rather than his three sons - the claim in the will being that high living had left them soft, without any hunger to succeed. Armand's attention was distracted from his favorite toy by the strife of trying to hold onto his bequest against his cousins' attempt to contest the will and his efforts to establish his power base. He took to being absent for days at a time, hiring a nurse to assist Sharon in the later months of her pregnancy.

In addition, he discovered that monied power could bring him a selection of toys to dominate and control, at various levels. A few months after this discovery, he announced to Sharon that she would be released - their marriage was at an end.

Sharon was divorced, but she wasn't free. Armand's legal staff rolled right over her in the matter of alimony and child support, providing her with barely enough to squeak by on the theory that just because Armand had come into money while married didn't mean that Sharon was entitled to it. Armand had convinced Sharon that she was virtually useless, unfit to work at anything besides raising his daughter, so she lived meagerly on the stipend. Armand continued to manipulate her, using his visitation rights as an excuse to call Sharon a couple of times a week and dictate demands for techniques in child rearing designed solely to make her broke and miserable, with the threat of ripping custody from her as a weapon. The calls, however, were also venting sessions in which Armand could abuse Sharon while regaling her with tales of the mistakes of his most recent toy or his 'inept' staff (all of whom were really quite good, if not voracious enough for Armand's tastes). On one of those calls, lightning struck - Armand was complaining about the amounts of charity money he was forced to kick out without seeing any benefit, when Sharon replied, "Your accountants don't have time to do the kind of research that will benefit you - they just understand the numbers. You need someone with the time to find you charities that will benefit you!"

Armand paused, blinked, and replied, "Sharon, if you find me such a charity, I will give you a present."

Sharon went out and found a boy's club that just happened to be very important to a certain city councilman... 

... and a warehousing deal that Armand had been unable to make happen slid through city council on greased skids.

This set a pattern that worked well for them both - Sharon chased down worthy charities that would offer a return benefit to Wilson Packing, and Armand would provide 'gifts' - quantities of money that made Sharon and Nora's life more comfortable. As for Armand, he had the opportunity to manipulate Sharon by granting or withholding those 'gifts'... 

In the intervening dozen years, Sharon became the unofficial charity representative for Armand's business. She attended dozens of functions, and traveled periodically on Armand's instructions, sniffing out opportunities in other cities. Armand's chief accountant and head of his strategic staff offered to marry her, sight unseen; at least a dozen of Armand's competitors would have hired Sharon for up to six figures. Fortunately for Armand, Sharon was blithely unaware... Armand's voice on the phone filled Sharon with dread - but it dispensed the finer things in life, as well as those acid attacks that occurred with capricious regularity... 

Of course, Nate got the condensed version; Nora sighed, and began, "To me, Dad is just a voice on the phone - I don't remember ever seeing him. But Mom, well, she takes a lot of his shit. If he gets pissed - which happens a lot, it's a control thing - money gets thin and life gets hard, 'cause Mom doesn't work. Well, she does charity work, but that doesn't pay if you don't count the bucks Dad kicks out when he's pleased. Dad's into control; he's been running Mom's life since before I was born - and it's pretty clear he's got people spying on us, 'cause he knows EVERYTHING we do! So, well, Mom shit the bed when she saw us on the porch, 'cause Dad's CERTAIN to pound us over it!"

Sharon just sat there and smiled weakly. One of the few things Nora DIDN'T know was what happened on those occasions when she went to see Armand at his offices... Armand didn't share anything, and he never let go. Technically, Sharon was free of him - but it was his habit to reassert his control over her by taking her, there in his office - and if his current toy was made to watch, so much the better. He got off on the humiliation, making her suck him off, or bending her over the desk and pounding her in front of his current toy as an object lesson. And she took it - and... No, she couldn't admit that part, could she?

Nate frowned, "So what's this all mean to us?" Frankly, it didn't sound good... 

Nora suddenly became absorbed in her manicure... "It means things might be thin around here for the foreseeable future..." She looked up, locking eyes with Sharon, "I'm sorry, Mom, but I don't plan to let Dad dictate my love life."

Sharon's initial response died in the implications, "Love life?"

Nora amplified, deadpan, "Yes, Mom - I'm no longer a virgin. Nate and I are lovers, and I plan to enjoy sex with him, regularly. It's all part of my plan to domesticate him..." She eyed Nate with a proprietary air. His return look said that self-interest was struggling with outrage and (barely) winning.

Sharon's mouth was open. "You had sex?" She spun on Nate, preparing to unleash a blast of parental outrage.

But Nora axed it, neatly, "What are you looking at HIM for? I practically raped him! He was really sweet about offering to put the whole thing off..." Nora caressed Nate's cheek while he sat there, fuming, at the effortless insult to his manhood.

Sharon gathered herself and pushed out the second probe, "Unprotected sex?"

"Hell, no! Neither of us is fucking stupid!" Nate lit her up, glad he could vent SOMEWHERE!

"I'm gonna want to go to the doctor right away, Mom - rubbers suck, and I promised Nate he wouldn't have to use them any more than necessary!" Nora announced.

"You WHAT?" Sharon rounded on Nora. "I'm supposed to support your acting like a slut?"

"You will, or you will be a grandmother - and soon!" Nora replied levelly. "Nate's... good! And I'm not gonna deny either of us just because you want to be stubborn! Besides, it's not as if I'm handing out tickets - if I'm a slut, I'm NATE'S slut; I don't plan to sleep around..."

Sharon looked back and forth between them, mouth working. Nate, wisely, held himself aloof - this was between the women. Besides, he was dealing with Nora's offhand compliments regarding his prowess. "Fine!" she spat. "At least the health insurance is paid!" She rounded on Nate. "How long do you figure this is going to go on?"

Nate bit off an angry retort when he realized from her look that race wasn't the issue, and that he was imposing some suffering upon the woman. Mildly, he replied, "I dunno. I got no reason to end it, an' every reason to keep it goin'. Nora's... sweet." He glanced away, embarrassed.

"And a pretty good piece of ass, too, I'll wager!" Sharon hissed sarcastically.

"Well, yeah," Nate admitted, stung, "But that ain't the total package! She's, uh..." He stumbled to a stop, suddenly realizing the depth of his exposure. A quick look at Nora revealed a creamy look of satisfaction in her eyes - she'd taken it all in.

Sharon took note, too. Whether it was love, or the young black boy was just following his dick home, Nora had woven a spell around him... A glance at Nora took in her satisfied expression - and something else... "Nora, turn your head," Sharon rasped. Nora, suspecting what was up, turned her head to the left. "The other way!" Sharon directed. The left side of Nora's neck sported an ovoid bruise. Sharon turned eyes like gun barrels on Nate. "Did you do that?"

Nate nodded silently, contriving somehow to add pink to his coloration. Sharon bore in, "So, you're a vampire, too?" But she couldn't hold the expression, and suddenly, she was smiling. "Generally, in this culture, we use rings to mark our women!" she pointed out, chuckling. Nate, frankly, had no idea what to say to that, so he just bobbed his head. Then he realized that by now both of the women had managed to ride rough-shod over his ego!

But Nora's hand stole into his, and squeezed as she murmured, "Go easy on him Mom, he's got no experience with women."

Sharon eyed the union, and sighed, "Well, since I don't seem to have any choice, I'll just have to make the best of it... You're welcome here, Nate, as long as the two of you appear to have a serious relationship. I'll deal with the fallout, somehow."

"Uh, thanks, Miz Wilson," Nate was still a bit off balance over the fact that Sharon's objection to him had little or nothing to do with his color... "Guess I probably oughta be goin'..." He rose, and Nora came with him, walking him to the door.

Nora presented him with a long, torrid, kiss, then husked, "You were really sweet in there - I know some of it wasn't easy. Next time, I'm gonna make sure you're very happy about it." The sultry look in her eyes brought his cock back to attention.

"Well, your momma didn't scream, or throw things, or anything. It was kinda weird, but it coulda been a lot worse..." Nate allowed.

"Wait 'til I tell her we'll be spending evenings in my room!" Nora chuckled.

Nate's eyes popped. "Wait'll I'm gone, willya?" he whined. "I don' wanna be here for that!"

Nora bussed him again, and opened the door. "You'd best go, then - I want the whole confrontation over with is one pass! Oh, and Nate!"

"Yeah?" Nate found he didn't want to be on this porch. Inside, with Nora - or gone - but not here where he could be a problem to them.

"They make bigger rubbers, and it will be a bit before pills take effect, I'm sure. Best get some. Call me tomorrow?" Nora grinned.

"Yeh," Nate smiled back. "After lunch?"

Nora nodded, and Nate made for his car.



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Chapter 127: Finally!


Having rescued Dolores and Tim from their near-failure, Dina led Bobby back into their bedroom. "Finally!" she sighed, "I don't think I can put up with any more uproar!"

Bobby grinned. "Are we gonna go to sleep, then?" he asked, rhetorically.

"No, Lover," Dina replied as she leaped onto the bed, her face a mask of self satisfaction, "You're gonna do the dirty deed!"

"Now?" The fact that he'd been waiting all evening didn't free Bobby from a certain amount of performance anxiety. The rescue of Tina and Dolores had put his preparatory work with Dina right out the window, and he had the other couple's example before him as an object lesson in the value of proper preparation.

"Well, as soon as we can get going good..." Dina smiled lazily and waved him into a position next to her, so that they could kiss and fondle one another. Bobby relaxed a bit, and the next fifteen minutes was highly productive in terms of arousal. Finally, Bobby raised up from a lengthy kiss so that both of them could pant unimpeded, Dina's hand around his erection jacking his foreskin back and forth every bit as exciting as she was finding the two fingers Bobby had buried in her tight little clam.

"You ready?" Bobby panted. The question was largely rhetorical, given the way Dina's hips were rolling around his embedded fingers.

"Umm hmmm," she moaned, but didn't change position.

"How do you, um, want it?" Bobby asked. "I can lay on my back..."

"Uh uh," Dina replied, "We're gonna do it missionary style! I'm not squatting on your cock - you're gonna take my cherry the hard way!"

"Um, okay," Bobby mumbled weakly, "You want to get a warmup cum first? I'm pretty close..."

Dina fixed him with a look, "No, Lover, we both know you're good for more than one cum. I want you to 'drive through'!"

"Huh?" Bobby objected faintly, "What do you mean?"

Dina held his eyes. "Just keep stroking. You know you can. I know you can. Just do it!" She tugged at him, "Now!"

Fear took some of the edge off Bobby as he rolled atop her and she used her grip on his erection to position him at her opening, but he was STILL tremendously excited. He knelt up and carefully maneuvered his glans into the tight ring of muscle at Dina's opening. The grip threatened to set him off before he ever reached her virginity, it was so tight, hot, and wet. It was Heaven!

Dina's reaction was a bit more mixed, but no less intense. Bobby's prod was an incredible mix of agonizing and intoxicating, the sensations mixed up in a mind-blowing cocktail. Dina couldn't hold still! Bobby stopped when his glans was fully through the opening, banging on the door of her maidenhead, trying to give her a respite - but Dina wasn't having any! "Now, Lover, Now"! she screeched, trying to drive herself deeper. She had to have MORE!

Bobby pulled back a bit to get a run at it - not enough to clear the ring of her opening, or even pull the rim of his glans back through, just using the elasticity of her tunnel. Dina backed off, too, adding to the stretching action, then, as if by mutual agreement, they flashed toward each other!

Dina's hymen had no chance, but it let her know there had been a fight, delivering a stinging twinge as Bobby's cock crashed through. "Aauuggh!" she grunted, reaching out to hold him in place. But Bobby was deep into new territory, more than half inserted - he was more than willing to hold still for a bit while he got control over the inputs from his sensitive wand.

Bobby forced a pulsation of his shaft, flexing the muscle, and Dina gasped. It was good! She lifted her pelvis, simultaneously releasing Bobby to continue. Her effort drove him deeper, to both of their joy, and withdrawal deepened the pleasure for both of them, despite the residual twinge. In fact, the pain was an overtone to Dina's pleasure, that nagging, maddening itch that DEMANDED scratching! Bobby's return was given a jet- assist as Dina drove her hips upward to meet him, burying his shaft to the hilt, his wiry pubes crushed between their pubic bones with her clitoris.

Bobby held himself in place, buried, in an effort to allow Dina a chance to adjust - but Dina almost immediately undermined it, rolling her hips and lowering her pelvis. Bobby went with the flow, withdrawing a few inches, then sliding forward again into Dina's tight depths. Dina's face reddened and her nostrils distended as she began taking air in snorts like a filly in the final stretch at the racetrack. But SHE was only getting started! Bobby got in five strokes, moving with increasing confidence, while Dina threw herself against him, burying him deep with each stroke, "There! Uuuh! Yesss! Aaahh! Now!" Dina urged Bobby to further effort as the waves surged higher and higher. Then the imperative reached a trigger level, and Dina switched modes.

All Hell broke loose! The next thirty minutes was the wildest in either of their young lives. Dina became a dervish, a dynamo, driving the coupling from below more often than not! She would subside, and Bobby would get in a few strokes, but then the waves would crest and Dina would take matters into her own hands, chasing that next delicious climax, bucking and thrashing. During these periods, Bobby had all he could do to hang on, never mind stroke! He concentrated on staying in the saddle as Dina bucked and thrashed, driving herself against him, babbling and screaming, panting and blowing while her legs kicked and her pelvis ground against his! Dina couldn't be kissed, couldn't be caressed - Bobby needed both hands for balance and to wrap around her shoulders for balance and to give her a stable platform to thrust against! Dina's cycle would last for a minute and a half to two minutes, her moans and pants music to his ears as she gasped endearments and encouragement, her voice tracing her progress toward climax, "Yeah! There! Oooh! God! Love! So good! Baby! Ah! Uhh! Now! Now! NOW! BAHBEEE!!" Orgasm would take her, and she would scream at the top of her lungs, rigid, her pelvis grinding a bruise into his while her orgasm consumed her consciousness, then she would lie relatively quiescent for a few seconds, panting, but urging Bobby to continue with gentle tugs and touches on his back and legs wrapped behind his knees, pulling him in. Bobby would get in a few stable strokes, and the roller coaster ride would start again, Dina taking the initiative away... 

The second time Dina arched in climax, Bobby did, too, pouring his seed into her in a flood. The collapse afterward was the closest they came to a halt, Bobby only moving millimetrically as he savored the sensations of her tight channel on his overloaded nervous system. But move he did, and in a moment Dina began rolling her hips. In less than a minute, the race was again on!

After his first orgasm, Bobby had no problem controlling things for several minutes. Dina's wild thrashing ensured that no two strokes were the same; getting the steady rhythm that would allow him to maximize his pleasure and rush to climax was completely impossible! But there was plenty of stimulation, nonetheless, and Dina's response pattern did wonders for Bobby's ego; he wasn't complaining! It was a good fifteen minutes before Dina developed a hip snap that brought sudden urgency to Bobby; when he stiffened and blew, she was still on the upslope to her next climax. It arrived quickly and it was a BIG one, long, hard, powerful, evidently as a result of the feel of his hose pulsing and squirting in her. Bobby, perforce, scrambled to maintain, granting her the pleasure he might have had while he concentrated upon being there, available to support her climb.

After that, control was even easier. Bobby began to worry about his ability to stay erect as the marathon continued; the stimulation was exquisite, but he'd cum three times already tonight... Finally, however, entropy won the day. Dina's runs to orgasm got shorter and weaker, and the quiescent periods got longer, to the point that, finally, Bobby got in a string of twenty or thirty strokes with Dina rising to a more or less gentle completion just as his dam burst. Bobby collapsed, spent, his organ's rigidity gone with the final pulse of his climax. Dina, discovering belatedly that she no longer had a piston for her grasping cylinder, relaxed - and slipped almost instantly into unconsciousness as exhaustion overrode her imperative to seek another climax. Bobby struggled up, got one eye on the bedside clock (which read twenty to four) and followed her into unconsciousness.



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Chapter 128: Going with the flow


Danny strode through the pool-house door, making for 'his' bed, his feather-light burden in his arms. Given the current load of testosterone flowing through his veins, he probably could have lifted a Volkswagen - Thelma's touch over 100 pounds was nothing. He stood over the bed, and Thelma reached down from her perch to throw back the covers. What she discovered gave her pause, despite her decision to go with the moment. "Satin? Purple satin?" she queried Danny, wide-eyed.

Danny blushed. Somehow, despite the fact that he was cradling Thelma on his right arm, he managed to release his left, whirling his finger in a circle at his ear while crossing his eyes. "Jimmy's momma. She went through this phase. Must've bought a half-dozen sets. She's STILL into satin, I hear." He lowered the nervously chuckling Thelma onto the bed. The robe gaped open, and Danny stood transfixed. Thelma was almost painfully thin, with narrow hips and coltish knees and legs. But there was a smoothness to her, a flow, a hint that she was a late bloomer, and when she reached full womanhood, that body was going to be a major wonder. Danny reached out and grazed gentle fingers along the spare ribcage.

Thelma purred and put out her right hand, rubbing his thigh. God! He was SO big! In an excess of bravery, she let the hand drift under the hem of his swim trunks, fingers tasting the curve of his ass.

Danny smiled, an expression rendered unwittingly sardonic by his broken nose, and continued his inspection of his conquest. Lying there, with her legs extended and her knees together - a position that would have virtually fig-leafed most women - the hollows of Thelma's thighs exposed a view that Danny considered highly erotic: The flat plane of her pudenda spanned a two - maybe three - finger gap between her thighs, highlighted by the heavy, fringed lips of her sex peeking out from below the dark, kinky curls adorning her pubic bone. Arguably, Thelma's pussy was her most robustly sized attribute, and it was mounted on her narrow body in such a way as to allow the maximum amount of access. Danny's left hand was drawn to the gap without conscious volition; he slid two fingers into the inviting gap, sliding them along her outer labia.

"Uummmm!" Thelma writhed, and her knees came up, splayed to grant Danny even more access, if such were possible. Fear left her; her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the feel of those hands roaming her body. The hand sliding up and down Danny's thigh arrowed into his trunks and grasped his right asscheek, pulling him toward her. Danny's grin of delight widened, and he allowed his right hand to cup her spare right breast, tweaking the already stiffly erect three-quarter inch barb rising from her puffy areole. Thelma mewled low in her throat, and Danny decided that apparently she'd stopped worrying - just before she removed all doubt by extracting her hand from his trunks so she could drag at their waistband.

Amy and Jimmy came through the door about then, Jimmy wiping at his legs with a towel while Amy settled another about her waist. The pair took in the tableau, Danny mauling one side of his trunks' waistband while Thelma tore at the other, and passed a surprised glance. Jimmy pulled the screen closed and dialed down the overhead lights, then tugged Amy toward the bed on the left. A glance at Danny found him nude, his six and a half inch cock fully erect while he leaned down to kiss Thelma, bracing his left knee on the mattress.

Amy was watching, too. "Gee, I didn't figure they'd beat us..." The pair plopped on the bed, side by side, their own efforts stifled by the live show in front of them.

Danny ignored them. Kneeling over Thelma, braced on his right hand while he kissed her, he toyed with her stiff nipple with his free hand, savoring the feel of it and listening to Thelma's breathing pick up and become ragged while his tongue sparred with hers enthusiastically. Then a warm hand closed over his throbbing shaft... His oral attack intensified in recognition of the pleasure as Thelma gingerly slid his foreskin up and down over his glans, and his left hand returned to her now-soaking cleft.

Thelma backed out of the kiss and gasped, "I want to... suck it... but I don't know how!"

"You can if you want to, but you don't hafta!" Danny croaked. His blood was a roaring in his ears - he'd never been so excited in his life!

Thelma tugged it toward her. Locking eyes with Danny, she husked, "Bring it here!"

The pair on the other bed watched, rapt. Amy shrugged off the robe, and Jimmy shucked out of his swim trunks, both without taking their eyes off the spectacle before them. Amy grasped Jimmy's cock, and Jimmy's hand dove between Amy's parted legs, but their primary attention was on Thelma as she examined Danny's penis, wide-eyed. Danny's erection didn't match Jimmy's, Amy mused, but it was... respectable. Thelma slid the foreskin back, exposing a shiny purple head that was obviously begging for attention - and the conflagration that Danny's fingers had started between her legs left Thelma only too happy to give it!

For Thelma was on fire! Her pussy was boiling, leaking fluids and writhing under wave after wave of a slowly building agony of pleasure brought on by the two fingers that Danny was manipulating inside the opening of her clasping tunnel. She was well beyond second thoughts; at this point, nothing on Earth was going to stop her from feeling the velvety shaft in her hand between her legs! Thelma was approaching a fever pitch of sensation that she'd only felt once before - riding Danny's tongue earlier in the evening at Gino's! And the craving that incident had lit was undeniable!

Danny sidled around to a point where his cock was reachable without removing his pumping fingers from Thelma's soaking wet quim. It was awkward, but he was damned if he would offer her less that she was offering him! He draped his right knee on the mattress near her head, and she moved her head onto his thigh, tickling him with her hair. He cradled her head for additional support while she examined her prize, eyeing it from close up, watching the smooth flow of the foreskin as she manipulated it back and forth over the head. How incredible it was! Some of her girlfriends said it was ugly! Moved to take the next step, Thelma hunched herself a bit, bracing herself on an arm thrust out behind her, and ran her tongue over the exposed tip.

Danny's knees began to shake. He didn't see how he could possibly escape spewing all over her! He steeled himself, reaching for control, and got a tenuous grip on his rampaging libido.

But it was short lived, and it was all his fault! For at that moment, he decided to add thumb work on Thelma's big clit to the efforts of his fingers in her tunnel!

Thelma's tongue retracted, tasting Danny's essence, and approved of it. She hunched more, her head sweeping closer, and Danny shifted his hand to continue to support her head as her lips enveloped his glans... It was exquisite! Danny knew that his endurance was measured in mere seconds, but then... his thumb dragged for the first time along the stalk of Thelma's clitoris.

"Uuuuuummmmmmm!!!" Thelma hummed around Danny's cock and control went out the window! Danny's legs went rigid - everything stopped but the massive pulsations of his cock and the rhythm of the two fingers and that magic thumb!

Danny's loss of control mattered little, though; just that touch from his thumb caused the bubble of pleasure building in Thelma to burst, plunging Thelma into a kaleidoscopic lightshow while her whole body flexed and spasmed in time to the contractions of her vagina around Danny's buried fingers. As a consequence, Thelma dove onto Danny's shaft, just as it swelled and poured out the first, huge gout of his seed!

Surprise at the flood in her mouth brought Thelma back somewhat, Amy's yelled instruction of "Swallow!" easing her confusion over what to do with the salt-sweet flood pouring into her mouth. She accepted it as part of her orgasmic experience, swallowing automatically as she savored the taste as a component of the cataclysm of pleasure pouring over her.

Danny was distantly embarrassed, but he just... couldn't... move! Watching Thelma's throat move and feeling her purr around his cock was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and was good for at least three more massive gouts of sticky semen, which he poured down her welcoming throat. Finally, the pulses weakened, and the output dropped. Danny's muscles unlocked, and he knelt there, distractedly stroking Thelma's curly hair as he turned his attention on the grasping pulsations of her vaginal tunnel on his fingers.

Utterly ignored, the audience turned in their reviews. "Wow! That was intense!" Amy exclaimed. Jimmy SAID nothing, but he threw her back flat on the bed and threw himself atop her, lips and fingers questing. In moments, the pair was oblivious to what was happening in the other bed.

Thelma stopped shuddering, but she wasn't done, by any stretch of the imagination. She swallowed again to clear her throat and asked, "Will it go down?"

"Huh?" Danny took a second. "Well, it does, usually..." But even as Danny assessed it's status, his penis went from mildly rubbery to rigid in Thelma's fondling hand. "Not THIS time, I guess..."

Thelma locked eyes with him. "Then I want it - NOW!" She reached up and began tugging him onto the bed over her, steering him with the hand on his wand.

Jimmy, one hand on Amy's left breast and the other sliding two fingers along the outside of her labia while he kissed her, wasn't paying any attention to the other pair, but the words circled around in the back of his head. A spare logic center processed them for content and produced a sense of unease that brought the whole thing to his attention. He stopped, blinked, applied the attention and rose up from Amy's lips and yelled, "Danny! Rubbers!"

From a penetration standpoint, he was already too late; his roared injunction found Danny's cock already halfway into Thelma, to their mutual delight. Apparently, Thelma didn't have much of a hymen - neither of them noticed it. (Actually, Thelma had broken it long since, at the height of a masturbation session, but she'd been on her period at the time - she was ALWAYS unbearably horny on her period - so she hadn't noticed.) Thelma was soaked, and her walls flowed away from Danny's probe with just enough resistance to be delicious, so he managed to bury it to the hilt before his brain acknowledged Jimmy's words. "Aw, shit!" he groused.

"Baby?" Thelma's eyes snapped open; they'd been closed while she savored this first-ever feeling of fullness in her hungry pussy.

"I gotta put on a rubber!" Danny groused.

Thelma wasn't thrilled at the interruption, and she wasn't thrilled at the idea of feeling Danny's nice, fat cock through latex, but the little shiver of fear that went up her spine at the possible implications negated THAT! Even the fuzzy vision of single motherhood that her instinctive assessment of the worst-case scenario presented was enough to strike fear into her heart... She dashed Danny's half-formed hope with one word. "O- okay!"

Danny left his weapon buried as he reached into the nightstand drawer for the safety; if, by some miracle, the dirty deed was done already, they might as well enjoy it! Once it was retrieved, he cast about for a way to lay on Thelma without crushing her while he used both hands on the wrapper.

Thelma divined the problem and directed, "Gimme!" Danny shrugged and handed the prophylactic to her, then smiled despite himself at the look of concentration on her face as she tore at the wrapper. She was so beautiful... 'What?' Danny blinked, taken aback by his own thought process. 'Where in the Hell did THAT come from?' But she WAS, to him; the droopy nose was an endearing feature, and the rest of her face, bereft of it's habitual frown, was, even objectively, quite nice... 

The wrapper tore, and Thelma's quick grin of triumph surprised the look of tenderness that his thoughts had painted upon his unguarded features. She gave no thought to her next action: she reached up and drew him to her for a searing kiss. Danny, not sure what had prompted it, nonetheless participated in it enthusiastically, then withdrew and hung there uncertainly, the rubber again basically forgotten.

But Thelma was holding it, which brought HER back on track. "You have to pull out..." she directed wistfully.

"Oh!" Danny shambled back, rising to a vertical position as his length cleared her opening.

Thelma waved him forward, and they played a game of 're-weave the legs', Danny getting his outside hers, one at a time, so he could kneel above her stomach while she worked the sheath over his erection. Then they reversed the process and Danny repositioned himself at her entrance. A locked glance and a nod from Thelma and Danny's fleshy probe again pressed through the gates of her womanhood.

Both noticed the difference, Danny as an attenuation, and Thelma as a change in texture, but it was still VERY good! By the time Danny's pubic bone smacked into Thelma's her clitoris was already swelling; by the third stroke, it was engorged, riding along his shaft intermittently and being ground between their pubes at every stroke. Thelma picked up a serious flush and began to vent: "Oh, Lordy! Oh, man! Oh! Oh! Oh, WOW! Omigod! Yes! Yes! Yessss!" The freight train plunging in and out of her tunnel was bringing on feelings that made her last two orgasms minor league by comparison! Thelma clutched Danny as her hips rolled and she drove herself to meet his thrusts, urging more speed, more power... Danny began to worry that he might damage his diminutive lover, but her moans and touches and tugs at him were insistent - lagging would mess up their rhythm. Besides, it felt unbelievable! His cock was going nuts, despite the rubber! Thelma's eyes popped as the elevator of her arousal rose, more and more rapidly, then blew right through the roof! "WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she screamed, clutching Danny to her in a death grip using both arms and both legs, effectively stopping him in place, buried to the hilt, while her vagina tried to wring his penis dry!

Thelma's lusty scream of completion caused another interruption of Jimmy and Amy's efforts as he rolled off her and she levered herself up onto her elbows to see what was going on. But any concern fled immediately at the picture of Thelma, fully off the mattress, locked tight around Danny's torso while she writhed her way through her climax. "Think she's happy?" Jimmy asked, rhetorically.

Amy grinned back. The look on Thelma's face made her the poster child for orgasmic bliss! Amy locked gazed with Jimmy, "Make ME happy?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" Jimmy chuckled. He flicked at her hip with his fingers instructing her to straighten herself on the bed, and rolled atop her as soon as she was organized. The small hand that dove between them to grasp his erection made it clear that there need be no more foreplay-induced delays. Amy's pubes were somewhat sparse, and had been trimmed back to a narrow vertical strip pointing the way to the clitoris nestled between her thin labia. Those lips were wide open from the excitement of recent activities, revealing the wet pink groove that ran between her clitoris and vaginal opening, and Amy guided Jimmy's sizeable erection unerringly to that pulsing portal.

Jimmy's glans was already touching that damp opening when he remembered the injunction he had delivered to Danny moments before. He threw hiself into reverse, gently opposing Amy's urging. "Whoa, got to get a rubber!" he cautioned.

But Amy continued to tug on his erection, frowning slightly and staring fixedly at it as she concentrated on feeding it into her tunnel. "No you don't, Honey - I'm on the Pill!"

"Oh," Jimmy stopped resisting as he processed this bit of information, and that was all it took. Immediately, the ring of muscle at Amy's opening began to flow over his glans and Jimmy forgot all about anything else as he tasted the heated, oily depths of her channel for the first time. "Ohhh, Man!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" Jimmy was SO big! It seemed to Amy that he was stretching every fold of her tunnel, finding every nerve and teasing it by sliding slowly past! It was Heavenly! The pair instinctively took their time with the initial penetration, not rushing it. Amy needed to adjust - her limited experience included nothing Jimmy's size - and Jimmy was more than content to take it slow, feeling her walls nibble at him as he entered new territory.

Still, it only took a moment for him to be socketed deep, his wiry pubes rubbing her trimmed pelt. "Mmmm! That's nice!" he exclaimed eagerly.

Amy's eyes danced as she nodded vigorously in agreement, "Uh huh!" She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feelings generated as her pussy adapted to its heavy, blunt invader.

Jimmy commenced a slow withdrawal, to sensations more intense, if possible, that the insertion! Amy's vaginal canal nibbled at the rim of his glans the whole way, bringing such an insane amount of pleasure that he knew that only his recent oral adventure in the pool kept him from exploding into her depths! Amy split her attention between the intensity of the waves of pleasure coming from her womanhood and the look of urgent intensity on Jimmy's face - a look that, oddly, screamed pleasure without being a smile!

The second stroke was quicker, Amy already having adjusted in large part, and the third quicker still. Jimmy settled into an instinctive stroke per second rhythm, intent upon being relentless until he saw the results: Amy's first climax!

Thelma collapsed back onto the bed, releasing Danny, who floundered a bit, worried. "You okay?" he asked worriedly, "Should I stop?" The idea wasn't a pleasant one for Danny - he was well along, but wasn't ready to cum yet... 

Thelma's eyes popped open, "Oh, no! Don't stop!" Weakly, she urged him on with languid hands robbed of strength by her recent climax. Danny, reassured, resumed sliding his cock deep inside her. For the moment, it was delicious, but not urgent, as Thelma relaxed in the aftermath of her monster orgasm. It had been more than worth it - if Danny ignored her for the rest of her life, she still had that! As her perceptions again focused beyond the bounds of her pleasure-filled body, Thelma became aware of a metronomic slap, slap, slap coming from her right. Turning her head, she identified the sound as Jimmy Hightower's pubic mound driving into Amy's as he steadily drove his long cock into her. Amy was grinning from ear to ear, eyes slitted, giving a little "Um!" with every stroke. Suddenly, Amy's eyes went round, she howled "OOOOOO!" and surged against Jimmy for the period of about three of his metronomic strokes, then she settled back and started going "Um!" again... Thelma smiled, but suddenly Amy's joy was again irrelevant as Danny's plunging rod lit a new urgent fire in her loins.

Amy was in Heaven! Jimmy had outstripped her two previous lovers by the third stroke! This was SO much better than masturbation! She felt almost as good as a masturbation come made her feel already! And it just kept getting... "OOOOOO!" Shock waves poured through her as her nerves discharged their built-up pleasure in three flashing waves. Amy felt her pussy clamp down on Jimmy's driving cock so tightly that she felt like she could draw a three dimensional map of it, outlining every ridge and vein! Then the crashing waves were gone, but she was still right there, hanging on the edge... 

"Oooo, Baby, that was soooo good!" The dreamy sound in Amy's voice caused a tingling wash of pleasure to flow down Jimmy's spine. He'd thought she had cum - it had certainly FELT like it - but it didn't seem to last too long... "Did you... ?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Mmmm hmmmm," Amy replied, grinning from ear to ear, eyes slitted in pleasure, "And I'm gonna again, real... OOOOOOO!" Reality overtook anticipation in mid-sentence as the waves cascaded across Amy's senses a second time! Again, Amy surged against him, clutching with hands, knees, and vagina. "Oohhh! Baby!"

The sense of accomplishment that flowed over Jimmy brought with it an almost visible aura of confidence and power. Performance anxiety dropped by the wayside; he'd already succeeded - twice! And from the sounds Amy was making, he'd never have to do without again! Confidence in his mastery over his luxuriously built lover allowed him to experiment, adding a snap of his hips to his stroke; Amy gasped, and surged, gibbering, crushing him to her heaving chest as she rode out ANOTHER, STRONGER climax! Every time she thought it couldn't get any better... 

Danny had taken his time, moving languidly in reaction to Thelma's apparent exhaustion after that first wild, clutching orgasm, but, truth be told, he was beginning to feel some urgency - and that urgency dictated a rate increase. So he picked things up, not trying to match Jimmy - just light the fire.

The results were noticeable in Thelma in mere moments, as she went from her post-orgasmic relaxation to that taut state that said she was chasing her second orgasm better than words. This second rise was slower than the first, but no less powerful; Thelma's hips began to dance of their own accord as she reached Danny's level of urgency, then took the lead, urging him with little touches and murmurs to increase his efforts: "Hmm! Yess! Yess! Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Huh! Oh! Yess! There!" Thelma's eyes locked on Danny's and she drew him into the maelstrom of her emotions as her body again began to wind itself tight in the prelude to another explosion. Danny saw the flush coming on and fought to hold her back a bit, adding to the anticipation, and his efforts succeeded for a minute or two - but then Thelma hit some trigger point, wrapped her legs around his hips and began throwing her pubic mound against his in wild abandon! Danny watched her take a breath, her mouth open; he KNEW she was going to let out a scream that would wake the dead! Drawing strength from somewhere, he levered up his left hand and stuck his finger in her mouth!

THAT crisis passed; Thelma's mouth closed on the finger, and she began to emulate a vacuum pump, the nascent scream reduced to a series of loud whines as her lunges became ever more frenzied. Danny suddenly realized that there was no way he was going to continue to pump through the coming climax; she was dragging him inexorably with her to the peak! In fact... 

He didn't even have time to finish the thought; Thelma arced up into him as if she were being electrocuted, keening around his finger while her belly rolled under the impetus of the powerful contractions in her vagina. The first contraction lit Danny's fuse, and the second set it off; Danny roared incoherently as he felt himself shooting his seed into Thelma, ejected in great, pulsing gouts from his powerfully pulsing penis!

Thelma, already experiencing dizzying new heights, felt those jets strike the back wall of her vagina, the reservoir tip of the rubber already against her cervix conducting the pulses, and totally shorted out, lapsing into ecstasy-driven unconsciousness. It didn't keep her from holding him in a death grip, however - neither, for that matter, did it keep her pussy from nibbling and clutching at his pulsing cock.

What he DID get, however, was his finger back; Thelma released it, emitting a soft "Gah..." as her eyes rolled up.

Danny spent a good thirty seconds trying to force his entire body into Thelma's damp, welcoming depths before he resumed contact with the world around him and realized it wasn't going to happen. Simultaneous with that realization came the knowledge that collapse was imminent; he clutched Thelma to him and rolled to the side. This left Thelma's left thigh pinned under him, but it was stuck between his ribs and hip bone - a soft spot, he hoped... Consciousness faded as exhaustion claimed him.

Amy's fifth climax left her grinning from ear to ear, regarding her sinewy lover with dancing eyes. Jimmy was a wonder! He'd rocked her world five times without even breaking a sweat! That monster cock just continued to pound her, a perpetual motion ecstasy machine! God, how long was he going to last? Thank God she'd listened to Dina! Jimmy was bigger and better in every way than she'd ever expected - he was wonderful! Smart, funny, sweet - and a sexual dynamo!

Jimmy was about as happy as a guy could get! Amy was wonderful! She was cute, sweet, fun to be with, worldly... She was nice looking (if a bit big - Jimmy could predict what age would do to her as well as anyone else - but Momma was good sized, too... ) and had a pair of big, sweet titties that she didn't mind being played with. In fact, she seemed to be really sweet tempered - he couldn't remember her ever saying a cross word to anyone! And, last but not least, she had a wonderful pussy that he had ALREADY proven he could do justice!

Jimmy would have liked to stay in the saddle forever, but it WAS his first time, after all... As Amy came down from her fifth cum, Jimmy felt that urgency begin to take control. He fought it, shifting patterns and speeds, trying to make the whole thing last - and Amy caught on because of it. Jimmy slowed down, and his expression changed, his stare going more and more inward. Then he shifted his stance a bit, driving from a bit lower. Then he raised himself higher, his shaft rubbing Amy's clit more directly. Amy caught his chin and locked eyes with him, "Jimmy, you're getting close, aren't you?" Jimmy nodded; his face was beginning to suffuse with blood from the strain of holding back his orgasm. Amy began rubbing his flanks. "Cum for me, then, Baby..." she cooed. "You've made me SO happy! Cum!"

"AaaaaAAAAAUGH!" Relaxation brought an orgasm, instantly, the moment his control slipped. Jimmy threw himself forward one more time, stiff as a board, instinctively trying to poke his cock right through her cervix into her womb as his sperm began blasting out. What Amy DIDN'T expect was that his grinding impact, the pulsations of his spasming cock, and the splash of jism on her cervix would bring about climax number six! "Ooooh, Baby!" She crushed Jimmy to her as her pussy strove to do the job assigned to it by nature, milking the precious fluids of life from his spasming cock.

Jimmy, released, collapsed bonelessly atop Amy's form, his head across her shoulder and his chest supported by those wonderful, fat titties. It seemed like all of his energy poured out of him with the contents of his balls; movement seemed guaranteed to make his muscles freeze up. He tried to maintain the presence of mind to work on Amy's neck and ear with his lips, and succeeded for a bit, but entropy caught up with him and he just slipped away... 

Amy detected it when he went totally lax, his lips still tickling her neck, and smiled. Poor thing! He'd worked like an automaton, pleasing her again and again - he must be exhausted! He'd outlasted her other ham-handed lovers a dozen times over; if anyone deserved a little nap... Besides, it wasn't as if he was heavy, or anything - she probably weighed more than he did! Fortunately, he was hard and sinewy - she couldn't hurt HIM if SHE lay on top... 'Damn, the lamp's still on... ' Amy was still trying to figure out how to turn it off when sleep claimed her, too... 

Thelma drifted back to consciousness with Jimmy's wail of completion in her ears. She couldn't see anything - the mountain of flesh pinning her left thigh, snoring gently, kept her oriented the wrong way. But Danny's very presence was a novelty that she was determined to enjoy, so she scrabbled for a blanket, cuddled up, and buried her head in his neck. The grand mal nature of her orgasms had left her washed out; sleep came easily.



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Chapter 129: Late night vignettes


The slave Merry, property of Robert Nellis, awakened to an urge to pee, and crawled out of bed to attend to the problem. On her return to the bedroom, she crawled in next to her new sister in bondage, Belle, who was tied spreadeagle to the bed (although it was a token restraint that ALMOST let her close her legs, and ALMOST had enough slack in it to allow her to untie herself.) Their master had groused quite a bit over the quality of the restraints, making do with this and that to get Belle properly secured - doubtless he would correct the problem quickly, now... That done, though, the pair had cuddled poor Belle while she poured out her tale of guilt, pain and loss. Master had a pretty good idea of Belle's drivers, now, having seen their source... 

If anyone had told Merry two weeks ago that she would be sharing her husband and her bed with her friend and colleague Ann Newton, she'd have called them insane! How things change... Belle stirred in her sleep, disturbed by something, probably a dream. Wickedness and compassion warred in Merry; a compromise was reached and a hand stole out to toy with Belle's furry mound, the excuse being the idea that she might improve the tenor of Belle's dream. She began to gently tease Belle's clitoris with a finger, and after a bit, Belle's hips began to roll, her breathing becoming more stentorian. Merry kept it up until Belle reached a gentle peak, still sleeping, then just lay her hand flat on the other woman's mound while she relaxed again.

Glancing up, Merry surprised her master's dubious regard. "You aren't supposed to do things like that without specific direction," Robert groused.

Merry flinched, "Sorry, Master."

Robert grunted, "Well, it seemed to be kindly motivated - we'll not write it up in your book - this time!" He rolled over onto his back. "Since you appear to have an excess of energy for sexual stimulation, come over here and give me some throat!"

Merry hopped up and circled the bed, crawling between her master's knees and kneeling to her work. If she was lucky, she thought philosophically, maybe he would relent and fuck her... The first few moments weren't particularly pleasant; she'd done a poor job of cleaning him up earlier, and his penis was still rendolent of the contents of Belle's anal passage. But it was her own fault, and at least he had allowed her to use a wet rag, rather than her mouth for the earlier cleanup; Merry was thankful for small favors.

Merry practiced her deep throat technique; while she was uncertain that she would ever be able to just open her throat and let him jab his cock through the opening, she had developed another method: She lowered her mouth onto Robert's erection overriding her gag reflex until the head of his cock was lodged in her throat and her nose was buried in his pubes, then deliberately swallowed, several times. Robert's groans and thrashing about were testimony to his agony of pleasure. As she watched the expressions flow across his face, she reflected that there was little chance that he would spill semen elicited this way anywhere but in her open mouth, ever again - but THAT was her fault, too; she'd been a stupid cow and opened her thoughtless mouth, and now Robert stuck his spurting cock in it any time he felt like it. She was philosophical about the whole thing - Hell, she was even getting used to the taste! Certainly, she looked upon it as the product of her success as a lover, and therefore a source of satisfaction... 

Robert read her like a book, a modest effort based upon twenty years' practice. Certainly, they had turned over a couple of new pages, lately, but Merry had always been careless about the play of expression on her face... "Climb up here and put it where it belongs," he invited. Merry did so, being careful not to disturb Belle any more than necessary, thankful for the opportunity to feel Robert's hot cock in her. How on Earth had she managed to go so long ignoring this feeling? What an idiot she'd been, believing that rot! She smiled as she settled on Robert's cock - she was wet from her efforts at sucking it, proof that much of the joy of sex is a mental exercise. Further proof was provided minutes later when Robert vacated his intention to withdraw from her vagina and shoot his semen down her throat because, simply, Merry's orgasm triggered his own, making it frankly impossible to do it.

Ellen Michaels woke up feeling gooey from the puddle that had oozed from her flooded tunnel. Well, at least the wet spot wasn't new and different, although there seemed to be a good deal more of it... She hopped up and made for the bathroom, cupping her pudenda. Plopping on the toilet, she allowed the goo to ooze out, drooling into the water while she urinated. Dabbing at herself with a bit of toilet paper, she became aware of the sensations awakened deep in her vagina, doubtless by Paul's unprecedented penetration stretching her. She was probably going to be sore... 

But this was an itch, sort of... pleasant... It was also insistent; before she'd event thought about it seriously, Ellen spread her legs wide and, spreading her labia, placed a fingertip at her opening. Rubbing her finger along the elastic opening helped, but it wasn't handling the deeper component - and her little button was driving her nuts!

Five minutes later, coming down from a quick, flashing cum, she admitted it to herself: she was masturbating - playing with herself! And the two fingers she had bottomed out in her channel weren't long enough... 

Decision firming, she hopped up and made for the bedroom, worrying anxiously, 'Will Paul mind? Twice in one night... '

Paul, however, was flat on his back, naked, snoring, but sporting a HUGE hard-on! 'My God!' Ellen thought, slightly incredulously, 'did he use THAT on me?' The evidence was clear, however, as she approached, she could see the crusts of their mixed juices dried along the hairs adorning the base of his cock, just above his scrotum.

Gingerly, she approached the thing, and reached out to touch it, exclaiming "Oh!" and leaping back when it twitched in response. Paul didn't move, though, so she gathered her courage and took a more firm hand with the monster, wrapping her fingers around it. It was smooth, flexible but stiff, and oh, SO hot! She slid her hand up and down the shaft, discovering that the tube of loose skin slid with it, uncovering a shiny, bulbous, pinkish- purple head... She also noted that the motion caused the dried-on layer of their mixed juices to flake off, smoothing the way even further. But most heartening was the way Paul moaned and thrashed... 

Paul was having one helluva dream. Ellen was sitting on his face (probably a consequence of the lingering smell/taste of her juices), and now, somehow, she was sliding onto his cock, too... "Paul?" came a diffident voice, "Can we go again?" A pause, while he drifted a bit - there was something odd about this... "Paul?"

Paul jerked awake, realizing sadly that there was no pussy over his mouth. A moment later, however, he realized the the stimulation to his cock wasn't imagined! And his hands were... "Paul?" His eyes focused, tracking the sound. Ellen was standing next to the bed, gloriously naked, her hand sliding up and down his shaft... "'M still asleep..." he mumbled, "Damnedest dream..."

"Paul, Honey," Ellen insisted gently, "Can we go again?"

Paul took this like a bucket of cold water, thrashing and shaking his head. Ellen was still standing there! "Uh, yeah..."

Ellen gathered her courage, "Okay, lie still. I want to try something." She was wet, but... She leaned over and licked up the side of Paul's shaft. The taste was interesting, salty flesh, a little gamy, with some interesting overlays... Ellen idly wondered which of the blended flavors were from her, and which were Paul's. But the primary purpose was to clean him up and get him a bit damp, so she leaned down and cleaned the other side of Paul's shaft.

Paul accepted this activity, wide-eyed. Surprised didn't begin to describe it! Was she going to give him a blowjob? Should he offer to reciprocate? "Uh, want me to... ?"

Ellen grinned nervously, "No, I'm already wet. Besides, this isn't..." She didn't have words for what she figured they were discussing, so she just let it go, making her intentions clear by climbing astraddle of him on the bed. Eyeing his erection, though, she changed her mind - he wasn't QUITE ready yet... She backed down his legs to the point where she could again bring her mouth into contact (leaving enough dampness on his left thigh to confirm her earlier assertion) and gently covered his glans with it. The spongy texture was amazing, as was the taste of the fluid that leaked from the tip - but the most fascinating thing was the way it expanded, peeling back the protective covering of once-loose skin... She had no problem working up spit, and she deposited it there while Paul lurched up, galvanized, his eyes bugging and his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Then she was up, repositioning - THIS was long enough to scratch her itch... 

Paul refocused on Ellen, her face pensive as she brought his cock into contact with her vagina. She glanced up, "Does it get any bigger?"

Paul gasped; his cock was being bathed in hot liquid. "A little, maybe - not much - you've definitely got its attention..." He looked worried, "Why, need more?"

"No," Ellen replied distractedly, "It was plenty enough to give me this itch - I'm sure it's enough to scratch it..." Indeed, it was already doing a fine job, the fullness SO fine as it slid along her inner folds. THIS was what she was looking for - it even got that spot 'way up there... " 'Way up there..." was her cervix, and it was loving the attention Paul's bulbous head was now giving it. "Ummmm," she sighed, "Sooooo good!" To an extent, she had drifted into her own little world while glorying in the temporary relief.

But like a picked scab, it all came back, insistent, demanding that it be rubbed. Ellen began to move, not up and down, but forward and back, rocking and sliding against Paul's crotch.

For Paul, this wasn't the perfect amount of stimulation, but it was plenty enough to keep him rock hard and enjoying it. He was prepared to let Ellen ride him all night like this, if necessary; certainly, rolling her over and pushing a bit would handle things, after... 

Ellen, however, probably couldn't improve upon it, at least initially. The fore and back slide moved his cock in her vagina, but it also dragged her clitoris along the top of it and through his pubes, under conditions where she could control pressure and location - at least, in the main. Paul smiled as a recently familiar pattern of breathing - a close-mouthed, hyperventilating pant over whines and whimpers - asserted itself.

Ellen's initial slow pace proved inadequate as her urgency increased. She was chasing something - something powerful - and it was urgent that she catch it! She increased her speed once, and then again, then went to work on pressure, driving herself against Paul harder and harder as the elusive goal got closer and closer... 

Paul was beginning to feel serious discomfort! Ellen was rubbing herself against him harder and harder, faster and faster, to the accompaniment of sounds that could only be described as frantic! It felt like she was beginning to remove skin! Paul decided to take matters into his own hands; he waited until she was sliding forward, her hips almost a blur, and slammed his pelvis upward!

Ellen hit her elusive target head on! Paul's hip snap produced an explosive pulse that mashed her clitoris between them and set off a pulse that cascaded across her, destroying her rhythm while replacing it with another as old as time. Had Ellen's jaws not been locked, the sound she made would have been an ear-piercing scream; as it was, Paul didn't think he'd ever heard its like before. Ellen wobbled and weaved, control lost, while her vagina surged and pulsed and waves of heat, cold, and pleasure washed over her like a sea of sparks.

Paul grasped her hips, stabilizing her atop him while she weaved, temporarily bereft of muscular control. Reluctant to lose the continuity of her action, he began to thrust upward from below, setting a moderate pace.

The action gave her an anchor point and helped stabilize her; Ellen sucked in a huge breath and declaimed, "Omigod!" For a moment, she held herself stable, letting Paul work from below - but when control came back, she began to post on his cock, raising and lowering herself. Paul, realizing that his efforts were not required, again stopped, providing a stable platform for her to strive against.

This time, Ellen knew what it was she was chasing; she went after it, her way lit by the flashes of pleasure her impacts with Paul's pubic bone sparked in her clitoris. Again, urgency drove her hips to rotate faster and faster - but this time her motion was more pleasurable to her husband! Once she got going, Paul subsided, letting Ellen do the work - not out of selfishness, but rather out of a desire to let her find her own way, maximizing her own pleasure. He was getting plenty, anyway; the increased sensation caused by her driving herself more directly onto him had him floating, drifting, awash. THIS was what he had wanted, gambled upon, fought for! Paul relished every moment; If Ellen developed some crippling attack of conscience in the morning, and her normally priggish personality reasserted itself, he would still have the memory of THIS to sustain him, to help him to drive her to defeat!

But Paul's primary weapon had already made considerable inroads; he smiled as the suppressed whines began anew. Reaching up, he braced the outsides of each hand along Ellen's ribs, and, using that as a basis, began to tease her nipples, twisting and pulling.

For Ellen, it was almost as if he had her clitoris between his fingers; little popping flashes erupted before her eyes as the climax she was chasing suddenly bloomed before her. The little whines became a high keening, and she staggered as she tried to race ahead of her own physical capabilities, trying to churn her hips faster than was physically possible for her. This caused the whole thing to recede a bit, tantalizing her, and her whines took on a note of desperation as fear that it was going to escape rose up in her.

But Paul took notice and lent a hand, again driving up from below. He crashed into her once, twice, three times - and the bubble ruptured, the shock waves rushing over Ellen. Again, she lost it, swaying drunkenly in the saddle while waves of pleasure robbed her of coordination. But this time, Paul's urgency was such that it was impossible for him to remain passive. Grasping her to him, he rolled them over and began to pound into her from above.

Ellen saw stars! Already in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, Paul's renewal of stimulation rocked her to a second, higher peak!

Paul was ruthless, driving, pounding, the urgency of his climax having driven all else from his consciousness. Ellen was decimated; she had no will - nothing worked above her waist. She came down from her orgasm after a bit, but 'down' was a relative thing - Paul's driving attack had her flashing constantly! The urgent whines were gone - Ellen was in constant release, soft "Oooohhhhhs" leaking from her slack mouth. But below the waist, her hips and vagina knew EXACTLY what they were doing as they reacted to millions of years of instinctual programming, rolling and sucking at the giver of life driving inside her. In a couple of minutes, Paul's driving intensity reached its peak, and he exploded inside her, taking Ellen on one last ride to climax with him. Then he collapsed atop her, and the couple drifted from orgasm to twilight, to sleep.

Mandi awakened to the flexion of Rick's still-inserted penis. He was tensing and relaxing his organ - which never really seemed to go down when in her vagina - from his position spooned against her ass. The pair spent a lot of time like this - sleeping joined - and it was where they had collapsed from after Rick delivered his second load of sperm a bit earlier. "Mmmmm?" she questioned.

"Want some more?" Rick husked in her ear. He was thoroughly enjoying being away from BOTH sets of their parents, for once, and determined to make the most of it. If Mandi wanted to scream out her joy, well, no one else had any say, least of all the other three couples in the group. Rick was pretty sure Dina had awakened him just now - from clear across two suites! Bobby must be exceeding expectation... 

"Mmmmm, sure!" Mandi agreed, stretching lazily. "How?"

Rick grinned. "Kneel up again - I'm on a power trip!"

Mandi nodded, then carefully gathered her arms and legs for the change in position - a difficult shift for Rick, if they were to remain joined. Rick worked at it, but lost his balance at forty five degrees to the vertical and collapsed, pulling free and almost taking Mandi down with him. But he was up again, immediately, swatting Mandi playfully on her upturned ass. A wicked gleam came into his eye as he positioned himself, and he drove forcefully into her in one stroke, something that would not have been possible had he not just been there.

"Ooof!" Mandi gasped, then braced herself as Rick set up a driving pace. She looked back in some surprise, to see that his face had assumed a look of (mock?) introspection.

"You know," Rick began, in a tone that matched his expression, "I've been thinking that I ought to take this 'Master' thing a lot more seriously..." Mandi wondered, was it this announcement, or Rick's driving pace that elicited that wash of fluids in her pussy? "Maybe I should start by denying you birth control?" Rick wondered, pensively. "You'd be so pretty with your belly all big with child," (he reached down and rubbed it in demonstration), "and those pretty tits full of milk..." He reached down to collect one of her swaying orbs, mauling the nipple between thumb and middle finger. "I could keep you nursing," Rick reflected, "One tit for me and one for the kids..." Mandi's eyes were as big as saucers, and she was beginning to pant - she'd certainly gotten flaming hot, fast! "Of course, I bite..." Rick pinched the captured nipple viciously, and Mandi whimpered - but her eyes closed, and she didn't even grimace - well, maybe a flicker... 

Rick decided he might as well continue to push the envelope. He wet his thumb, and began probing her anus with it, pushing open her sphincter without really penetrating. "Of course, when you're really big, I'll be spending a lot of time back here, poking your back-hole to give your pussy a rest..." Mandi was beginning to shake, so Rick decided to deliver the coup de grace: "And of course, I'll be able to answer that age-old question - just how good IS sex with a woman in labor?" The question came simultaneous with Rick collecting Mandi's stiff clit between his thumb and two fingers and squeezing and rubbing the living shit out of it! Mandi went totally rigid and screamed bloody murder! "AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The fingers of Rick's right hand, splayed to support his thumb and the fingers crushing her clit, felt the roiling pulsations as Mandi's belly muscles supported a titanic rippling in her pussy! Rick's current thrust stopped dead as he inner walls began to milk him in a crushing, velvet grip. Mandi's anus spasmed, and his teasing left thumb dropped through the momentary opening, and Mandi screamed again as her sphincter locked around the intruder!

Rick had expected that this round would take a while - it was his third load in a couple of hours, after all - but Mandi pulled him along with her effortlessly, milking a ball-draining explosion from his embedded penis. He stiffened, straining against her, trying to get AT LEAST another foot deep (the fact that he was already in to the root notwithstanding), and finally collapsed across her still-straining back as the flood subsided.

Mandi turned to look at his sweat-soaked face, wide-eyed, panting, "You'd (puff) do that (gasp) for me?"

Rick laughed breathlessly, "I'd kind of thought of it as 'to' you, not 'for' you..."

"Same difference, Love," Mandi replied, and began collapsing forward onto the bed, carrying her lover with her.

Thelma Franken awakened, rising slowly through several levels of consciousness to a background of now-familiar sounds: the metronomic slap of Jimmy's pelvis against Amy's and her resulting exclamations of "Umm... Umm... Umm..." Idly, she wondered if they had ever stopped; Jimmy was apparently a sex machine, and Amy was well-equipped to take it. Thelma was on her stomach, and the mattress was moving... No, the mattress was Danny! Apparently, at some point, he'd rolled onto his back, using Thelma as a blanket. Thelma didn't see any reason to complain. She lurched up and backed off him, dropping off the foot of the bed; on the way, she discovered that Danny's cock had shrunk by half, the rubber now loose and pooling semen on his stomach - another thing to be thankful for. If he'd remained on top, the rubber might have let some slip past... That was a thought for the near future, if they had one - eventually, she would institute more pleasant and comfortable birth control.

Thelma toddled off to piddle, the exercise being a little less pleasant than usual; Danny had found surfaces and muscles that Thelma hadn't ever used before. But the soreness brought a pleasant memory and a sense of accomplishment with it - on balance, she'd rather be a little sore and a lot relaxed than wound up tight as a drum and not relaxed AT ALL.

Thelma collected a towel and a damp washrag on the way out - no need for Danny to have to get up cradling a puddle and a messy cock! She knelt on the bed, and proceeded to gently extract the rubber, trying to keep SOME of the flood in it, then gently wiped at Danny's pubes. Danny awakened, confused, and Thelma couldn't read the expression on his face until he murmured, "That's the sweetest thing..."

Danny couldn't get over the new Thelma. Amy could have told him that Thelma NORMALLY went out of her way for people - she just complained loudly about it. But seen from a distance, only the complaining leaked through; Danny didn't have a referent. For Danny, this cleanup thing rated as a selfless act, and brought a burst of affection, which colored his voice. Thelma blushed crimson and concentrated on her work. "You sure came a lot," she observed. "If that rubber had failed, I'd end up with a big belly."

Danny opened his mouth to comment that she might not look bad that way, realized just what it was he was preparing to say, and switched tracks, "Well, you were working hard to get it, so..." Meanwhile, he lay there, examining the underpinnings of what he'd ALMOST said. Did he want kids? From Thelma? Maybe... later. "I hear kids put a dent in your sex life. Maybe we oughta practice a few thousand times, first..." He grinned from ear to ear.

Thelma looked up, blushing, and swatted him on the belly. "Fresh!" She tossed the towel, and after frowning a moment, the washcloth, onto the rug, and climbed up next to him, presenting her ass for him to spoon against.

The pair lay there, watching Amy and Jimmy make like a perpetual motion machine. Amy was closing on another orgasm, the "Ummm. Ummm. Ummm..." giving way to " Ohhh... Ohhh... OOOHH..." Thelma looked up and surprised Danny watching Jimmy's oversize piston pound into Amy's splayed crotch. Danny glanced at her and asked, distractedly, "Thel, have you ever been with Amy?"

There were a couple of surprises in this question: the obvious one, and Danny calling her "Thel". Only her father - and Amy - did that, heretofore... Thelma thought about it, and essayed honesty, "Well, no, but if the opportunity had arisen, I might have - I was in pretty bad shape." A synapse spat and she asked, "Have you ever been with Jimmy?"

Instead of applying the usual male double-standard regarding homosexual relations, Danny grinned and replied, "No, but if the opportunity had arisen, I might have - Jimmy was in pretty bad shape!"

Thelma chuckled. Speaking of changing shape... A very solid-feeling cylinder was making itself felt along the crack of Thelma's ass! Thelma looked the question over her shoulder, and Danny shrugged. "There's more rubbers in the drawer," he rumbled, nodding at the night table.

Thelma reached into the drawer. "How many are there?"

"A dozen," Danny replied, then affected comical confusion, "Think it's enough?"

After the obligatory confusion over fitting, Danny let Thelma ride him, thinking the rubber was safer that way. But he didn't get his finger into her mouth in time, this round... 

Ray Hightower sat bolt upright in bed, awakened by a feminine scream of joyful completion loud enough to disturb him all the way from the pool house! He grinned from ear to ear, 'Somebody got a helluva ride!' Still grinning, he rolled over and went back to sleep.



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Chapter 130: The morning after the night before


Tim Vincent popped awake. It was a tad after nine, and something delicious had just settled over his cock... Opening his eyes, he beheld Dolores' flyaway curls moving slowly up and down as her lips massaged his morning boner. Beyond, her pretty tits swayed under the impetus of her efforts - a beautiful sight! "Whatcha doing?"

Dolores' eyes danced. "Breakfast!" she announced in a momentary break manufactured for the purpose.

Tim chuckled, "Baby, I hope you won't be mad, but I consider eating pussy dessert - there's not enough calories in it to keep me going!"

Dolores shrugged and turned laughing eyes upon him again, raising herself from her work just enough to utter one word: "Protein!"

Tim laughed and buried both hands in her thick curls. "Want it fast or slow?"

Dolores limited herself to single word responses: "Fast," she announced, "Hungry!"

Tim laughed and steadied her head, then began driving. Dolores concentrated on opening her throat; she might not be able to get a deep- throat going herself, but if he pushed it, she wanted to be there.

Tim, realizing that she wanted to be pushed, did so, watching the blood suffuse her face as he triggered her gag reflex, again and again, by pushing all the way to the back of her throat. But she didn't withdraw, and after a few strokes, her breathing got easier. Tim let it ride for a bit, then snapped his hips, driving beyond. Dolores, taken by surprise, went rigid - but Tim was gone before she could react, having settled back to mere pushing the edge of the envelope. The fact that she'd survived gave Dolores confidence; she was ready the next time; breathing through her nose as the spongy head made a bulge in her throat. Tim assessed her reaction, waited three strokes, and did it again.

Confidence drove her deeper; Tim watched her neck distend, thinking that it was one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen! After a couple more intermittent burials, Dolores began meeting his strokes, denying him a withdrawal, forcing deep penetrations to keep up the sensation. In the meantime, amazingly, her nose began to bonk into his pubes!

Meanwhile, all of this incredible stimulation was having its effect! In a husky voice, Tim asked, "Do you wanna drink it, or do you want me to shoot it straight down?"

Dolores was doing really well, but experience told her that he would swell again! Backing off, she choked out, "Drink!"

"Hokay!" Tim grunted, stiffening, "Cummmmming!" He threw his head back, and through some effort of will released hers. Dolores backed off until she merely captured his swelling glans, and rubbed her tongue on the sensitive underside, aiding Tim's release. Tim filled her mouth twice before the flow backed off to mere pulsations without significant output. "AAAaaaaahhhh! Damn!" Tim collapsed back onto the bed.

Dolores grinned, licking her lips, then swallowed a couple of times to clear her sticky throat, "Now, Sugar, I guess you're gonna want real food?"

Jackie and Terry were already up, playing in the shower. The pair had spent the remains of the night entwined, and Jackie, in particular, was wondering if they could get in one more bout - God knew when her mother was going to settle down! Jackie pushed Terry against the back wall of the shower, knelt, and enveloped him with her mouth - but Terry wasn't having any! In an effort of will, he snatched her back up by one arm, spinning her around, bent her over and began probing for her opening. Jackie, more than happy to oblige, acquiesced, putting her hands on the wall below the shower head to brace herself, the water pounding on her back and running over her ass as Terry found his target and made penetration. "Ummmm," she sighed. The water (and the soap they'd been playing with) denied lubrication to her outer lips, but she was still plenty wet inside, and more flow was available. In no time, both their legs were quivering as orgasm rushed up on them. Terry managed to hold out until Jackie stiffened and her canal began to pulse and flex, then he buried himself and blasted away, crushing her spasming hips to him.

"That was quick, but good!" Terry exclaimed shakily.

Jackie nodded, grinning. "Now we're all messy again!"

"Well, gimme the soap!" Terry laughed.

"Wash my hair?" Terry took the shampoo bottle, and Jackie luxuriated in the feel of gentle fingers on her scalp.

Jackie's concerns over her mother were unfounded, as it happened. Nine o'clock found Jennifer draped bonelessly over Mike McCormick, virtually cross-eyed and drooling as she recovered from two delicious orgasms received while riding cowgirl on Mike's cock before he flooded her channel.

Mike was a bit more tense. Urination had been part of the cause for the morning erection that had attracted Jennifer's attention, and now, with the other issue taken care of, post-coital urgency was building. He stirred beneath her, halting her descent into relaxed unconsciousness, "Missy, I love ya, but if I don't get up and pee, things are gonna get real wet around here..."

"Mmmm?" Jennifer mumbled, "What did you say?"

"I said I gotta pee!" Mike replied, aggravated.

But Jennifer was raising back up to a vertical position, unfortunately on Mike's distended lower abdomen, with an odd frown on her face. "No, the other thing..."

"Other thing?" Mike reprocessed his earlier remark. "Oh!" He blushed, ducking his head so as not to meet her eye. "Sorry! Pretty much trivialized the whole thing, didn't I?"

Jennifer regarded him skeptically, "Yeah, you did. And if you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have had to ask you if you were serious. Now I do." She crossed her arms.

Mike reflected on what was undoubtedly a Freudian slip. "I'm thinking that this is important. Can't it wait until I can think straight?"

"It could, but it won't!" Jennifer replied with mock hauteur. "I have you where I want you - so you'll tell me - or else! You don't want me to bounce?" She made to shift her weight over his distended bladder.

"No, no, no! Okay!" Mike howled, and Jennifer held herself above his tense stomach. "I, well, there are arguments to be made as to whether I know the difference or not, but my mouth got ahead of my brain, as usual. But, as usual, when it does, it deals out truth. Yes. I love you."

Jennifer sat there, sober, then: "You're right - this is a bad time! I want to hug you and squeeze you REAL BAD..." Slowly, she backed off his legs and helped him up, restraining herself to a big kiss on the cheek. "Hurry back, I owe you a major snuggle!"

But Mike was already hobbling toward the bathroom as fast as he could. 'Oh, Lord!' he worried, while he eased his bladder of what felt like five gallons of urine, 'How serious am I?' But a quick assessment of his emotional state was both reassuring and scary. 'Pretty serious, I guess... ' In that frame of mind, he hobbled back in to face the music.

Armand Wilson sat at his breakfast table in the airy breakfast nook of his mansion in the nearby city, sipping his coffee. Jason, his butler/batman, approached the table, carrying an envelope; he didn't smile, quite - neither of them did, much - but there was something there... "Last night's surveillance results from your ex-spouse and offspring, Sir," he murmured, sliding them along the table to Armand.

Armand took in the expression. "Ah, yes, Prom Night, wasn't it? I gather that there are items of unusual interest?"

"Hmmm, yes," Jason showed his teeth, about as close to a smile as he normally came. Although he was Armand's subordinate, he was also a kindred soul, a master manipulator with whom Armand shared the fruits of his labors regularly. And in Armand's household, his word was law, second only to Armand's, as the rest of the servants - all well and truly broken - could attest.

Armand collected the envelope and began to scan the contents. Sharon would have been horrified if she knew just how closely her's and Nora's activities were tracked. Armand owned a detective agency, and it pleased his bent toward voyeurism and dominance to have them watched all of the time, by a dedicated team of detectives. It cost an arm and a leg, but Armand had it and didn't mind spending it on his favorite toy and their daughter. No expense was spared - Sharon's house was riddled with spy cams and microphones; her efforts to avoid detection by dragging Nate and Nora inside had made things WORSE due to the fact that all of the spaces that she dragged them through in search of privacy were thoroughly bugged. Armand had thousands of hours of video of them both in every state of dress and undress; he knew that Sharon was so thoroughly hung-up that she wouldn't even touch herself, and he also knew that Nora suffered under no such restriction - not that he had any sexual interest in his daughter, other than voyeuristic delight in watching her enjoy herself.

But Armand's team had been thorough: the wait-staff at the Prom had been penetrated, and they were collecting background information on Nate before they left the dance floor the first time. It wasn't really a surprise; they were good, and alert, and experience had taught them that if they missed anything important, Armand's hand would lie heavily upon them. The side trip to Porter's had presented a challenge, but not an insuperable one; they managed to obtain clear audio and video of the escapade, despite the darkness - indeed, they had been prepared for a long time for such collection, Armand having made it clear that if Nora's defloration were not on video, heads would roll.

Armand began reading the synopsis, and his eyebrows went up. He then cross-referenced the in-depth surveillance report and his brows rose again. He glanced up at Jason, whose teeth were still showing. "I see you're ahead of me."

"Witherspoon alerted me that you were likely to be interested," Jason replied, somewhat self-satisfied.

"Anything on the Adams boy?" Armand asked.

"In the appendix. It's sketchy, at this point. He's high-strung, and has been in trouble with the law a few times for youthful hijinks - nothing seriously criminal, more that he appears to have too much time and energy on his hands. Typical teenage boy - riding high on unused testosterone..." Jason hesitated, then: "He's black, you realize..."

"Yeah. Gutsy of her; she has to know that she's going to catch some flack..." Armand rubbed his chin. "Family? His, I mean..."

Jason dug out the appendix. "No apparent father. Mother is a drug- addicted slut; not an incredible example, unless you count negatives..." Jason frowned in concentration as he scanned the document. "Apparently, that's exactly what she has been - young Mr. Adams does not drink, does not smoke, and if he's used drugs it has been anecdotal experimentation. Witherspoon sent a team to the boy's house. No one was home. It's a hellhole - except for the boy's room - and he was at the laundramat, at last report." This last was delivered under raised eyebrows.

Armand perused the enclosed timeline. "How much of this did they get?"

Jason again showed his teeth, "Everything, apparently. Witherspoon was preening on the phone. Including your ex's inept attempt to deliver them from detection."

Armand chuckled. The woman knew she was under surveillance, but Armand had been careful not to intensify her paranoia further by revealing the actual depth. "Where are the recordings?"

"En route, by courier. This will be the raw, first cut; the editing team is working on a copy to create something more polished for repeat viewing, but Witherspoon fully expected you would want it ASAP."

Armand nodded. "Let me know when it arrives. Looks like I'll be entertained by the offspring, after all." Dismissed, Jason left Armand to absorb the report.

Belle, nude, with her hands handcuffed behind her back, knelt on her new master's left while he lounged at table, eating. Merry, similarly outfitted, knelt on his right. They were burning their way through their sixth waffle; Master was eating with his fingers, wiping sticky syrup first on Belle's breasts, then Merry's, whenever the notion struck him - usually after popping a morsel in one or the other of their mouths. If his fingers got TOO sticky, he availed himself of the services of a willing mouth to suck them clean. Belle's chest was coated in maple syrup, as was Merry's - God only knew just how they were going to work cleanup, with their hands cuffed.

Master sat back, sated. "My, that was good!" he exclaimed, then eyed them, "Coffee?" Belle nodded, as did Merry; Master held a cup below the table. "Lap!" he directed. Belle obediently lowered her head to the cup and collected a bit with her tongue, somewhat sloppy with the uncharacteristic method. Master gave her a bit to work at it, then shifted his attention to Merry, whom he was careful to afford equal attention. Belle was grateful; she didn't want to become a focus of Merry's anger or jealousy.

Merry recognized her master's efforts for what they were, and was well-pleased. He didn't have to - at some point, he probably wouldn't, just to make the point that he was aware of the fact. But that made the fine effort at consideration even sweeter in her opinion; Robert might be her master, but he wasn't inconsiderate or brutal about it. How fortunate she was! Still, she ensured that she took no moment of the treatment for granted - he could flip on an instant's notice if he thought she was getting inappropriate ideas... 

"My, what incredibly messy eaters you two are!" he exclaimed, mocking them with his eyes. "Obviously, you will have to clean up, if you're to serve me further..." He pretended to ponder a moment. "Well, tongues seem to be all that's readily available; Belle, do Merry's left breast - that's a good girl! Merry, you're free to enjoy the attention... Sit up, so we miss hair, wherever possible." Robert sat back to enjoy the spectacle of Belle attacking Merry's breast with her tongue.

In an incredibly short time, Merry's breast was clean and Belle was entertaining herself by sucking Merry's nipple. "Okay, time to switch!" Robert announced, "Merry, time to return the favor! Belle's left, please!" Belle's larger, more pendulous breasts took a bit longer, but it was a matter of a couple of minutes, at most. "Belle, Merry's right..." Robert directed, and the pair switched again, both beginning to pant at the stimulation. By the time Belle's right breast was clean, both were flushed.

Robert was also ready for some attention. Standing, he snatched two chairs from the table and parked them next to one another, front to front, chair-backs on the outside. "Now that we're all warmed up, each of you bend over a chair!" he directed. Belle took the left chair, and Merry the right, moving quickly. Robert savored the view. Both women were wet from their recent antics; Belle's ass was a bit more plush than Merry's, but that made her different, not better. Robert shucked out of his sweatpants and knelt behind Merry, sliding his erect cock along her moist slit to pick up moisture, then slipped it in in one smooth stroke. Merry gasped out an "Ummmm!" and cooperated, holding herself in a position that supported easy penetration. Robert stayed with her for five sweet strokes, then withdrew and moved to his left, lining up on and penetrating Belle's vagina after the same fashion. Belle, too, gasped in pleasure and raised her ass a bit, holding it there, backing into his strokes. Robert gave Belle her five, then withdrew and remounted Merry, this time for ten. He took his time, cataloguing the differences between the two women. Merry's pussy was a compact, tight, smooth walled clam with thin outer lips, buttery inside, while Belle's was more heavily built, with larger, looser outer lips, and more of a suggestion of multiple folds inside, presenting a somewhat rougher ride, even though at this point, it was tighter due to having had a bit less recent use. They made an interesting contrast. Robert again moved from Merry to Belle, eliciting a mild groan from Merry; she'd been approaching a climax. He grinned and took pity on her, inserting the thumb of his right hand in her vagina and using it as a base from which to work her clit with his fingers. The distraction actually made it easier to maintain control while he worked Belle.

On the next pass, he went fifteen strokes - and Merry came, squealing, her spasming pussy almost taking him with her. But he extracted himself, gave a long count of five to help support recovery of his self-control, and began delivering his fifteen strokes to Belle.

But Belle had been carried away by the sights and sounds of Merry's climax; she was MUCH closer to release, possibly also due to the fact that Robert had borne down a bit with his fingers while distracted by Merry's climax. In any event, Belle started a big, heaving cum - gasping and snorting while she drove herself back onto his penetrator - almost immediately. Control for fifteen strokes was impossible under those conditions, especially just after almost losing it in Merry; Robert's attempt to preserve himself for a climax inside Merry failed under the onslaught of Belle's moaning contractions. He fought his way through four - or was it five? - strokes before the pulsing, clasping heat became too much, and he lurched into Belle's depths to spill his seed, groaning.

After a moment's rest, he rose up from his position draped over Belle's back, unlocked her cuffs and Merry's, and swatted them both playfully on the ass. "Off you go, for a real cleanup in the shower!" he announced, "and make sure there's hot water left, or I'm sure I can find a whip or something, somewhere..." Now that he had two slaves, he was short on everything, it seemed... even sperm! Besides, he needed to visit the young man at the Sex Shoppe - Alvin? - about the pictures... 

"Morning, Luv! Breakfast!" Irma Nally wedged herself and a breakfast tray through the door to Mary's suite. The morning after a big blow like the Prom, Mary was usually testy - it was best to get her up, rather than let her lie around moping. "I brought you some juice and coffee... How was the - Ohmigod!"

"Mmmom?" Mary groaned, opening one eye.

Irma stood transfixed. There were three heads on the pillows of Mary's bed; two appeared to be male, and one was definitely black!

Mary grimaced. She hadn't really planned for them to be caught like this until she'd paved the way some... "Morning Mom."

Teddy's eyes blinked open, got one look at Irma, and he hid his head under the covers. Stick just lay there, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Irma caught her breath, "Luv, I know that you bring an occasional boy up here, and I've turned a blind eye, under the circumstances - but this!" She waved at the bed. "Who are these boys?"

Mary sighed, and rubbed her sleep-puffed face. They'd been up pretty late... "This," she announced, flipping back the sheet and exposing Teddy's features, "is Teddy Frick. You know Teddy - he's been over a bunch of times, and he escorted Nora and I last night." Teddy waved meekly. "This," she continued, bringing a hand up to point, "is Stick Williams, a mutual friend." Stick nodded, and kept his mouth shut. If he didn't start anything, maybe the shit wouldn't hit the fan TOO hard... 

"Okay," Irma replied, sitting down the breakfast tray, "I know Teddy, but I don't know - Stick, was it?" She gathered Mary's nod. "Luv, why are they BOTH in bed with you?"

"Um," Mary gathered her thoughts. "Well, Mom, it's complicated. Let's just say that boys - especially nervous types, like Teddy here, have gotten the word. They know why I invite them up, and are leery of being trapped some way. Stick offered to cover Teddy's back and vice versa, which kept everybody from being uncomfortable."

"I'm sure that's all well and good, Luv, but..." Irma waved at the trio, "you slept with them?"

"Yes, Mom," Mary sighed, "both ways. And it's worked - quite well! I plan to keep then both!"

"You can't do that!" Irma exclaimed, aghast.

"Why not?" Mary argued. "If Stick doesn't mind, and Teddy doesn't mind, what's the problem?"

"Well, you can only..." Irma sputtered hotly, then shut up. If Mary went from two boys to zero because she mentioned the 'M' word, she'd never live it down... 

"Might hafta 'live in sin'," Stick piped up. "It ain't normal, but so what? Mebbe one 'a us can do the honors, an' the other'll jest be a permanent house guest..." Teddy, still watching Irma with wide eyes, nodded. Mary merely smiled, eyes creamy with satisfaction.

"Well," Irma backpedaled, "It's certainly different..."

"Well, we haven't settled everything yet, Mom. Eventually, I may just settle for one of them - but they're VERY different, and... complimentary! It's too tough to call at this point, so we've decided not to bother!"

"So you plan to... sleep... with them both?" Irma asked, dumbfounded.

"Uh huh! Regularly! Together, at least - maybe separately - equal time, of course!" Mary affirmed.

"Anything else?" Irma eyed the boys askance. Obviously, they were just using Mary as a sexual outlet. She'd have a private talk with her later and clarify things... 

"Oh yeah!" Teddy said his first words of the conversation, "We're gonna go on dates and stuff, hang out at school, the whole boyfriend- girlfriend thing! Just there will be three of us..."

"Yeh," Stick agreed, "We're a... triple, I guess. Right?" He turned to Mary and Teddy, who nodded seriously.

"I'll believe it when I see it!" Irma snorted in disbelief. "In the meantime, what do the three of you want for breakfast?" This would wait until the boys left.

"Ugh! None for me! I'm getting' the best sleep I had in a year!" Stick stuck his head back under the covers, latched onto Mary's right nipple, and gave suck.

Mary stifled a moan as pleasure washed through her and addressed her mother. "Can it wait an hour or so? We were up pretty late..."

"Well, all right," Irma sighed. Obviously, the damage was done already, and Mary was NOT in a bad mood... "See you in an hour." She turned and left, already occupied with the question of what she would tell her husband when two boys appeared at the table.

The door closed, and Mary husked, "Stick, Sweetie, that's not fair! It makes me horny!"

Stick's evil grin could be divined from his tone, "So? I got no problems. I'm jus' gonna suck on this pacifier an' go back to sleep..."

"Oh, no you're not!" Mary disagreed. "Teddy, get him!"

Teddy grinned and his head burrowed beneath the covers. Moments later, Stick grunted, "Shit, that ain't fair! Now I gotta hardon! And someone will hafta take care of Teddy..."

Mary grinned, "I'll take care of Teddy - if you'll take care of ME!"

Stick sighed and surfaced, delivering a quick kiss, "Awright - if Teddy don' get it first!" He moaned, closing his eyes, "Man, what a mouth!" But Teddy had already moved on to lubricating Mary's labia... 

Ten o'clock a.m. came and went, and Jimmy and Danny had yet to put in an appearance at the Hightower home. Ray wandered into the kitchen to find Melanie whistling to herself as she prepared a breakfast tray. He perused the effort, drew in a sigh, and announced, "You'd better add a bit to that - it's not enough for four..."

"What?" Melanie glanced up, and froze at the expression on her husbands face. Ray (and apparently, Jimmy and Danny) was up to something. "Raymond! What are you up to?" she demanded.

Ray looked sheepish, "Well, apparently Jimmy and Danny managed to leave the Prom with dates, even though they didn't arrive that way. They took a couple of young ladies to the pool house with them..."

"But Jimmy's a vir... !" Melanie expostulated.

Ray, smiling, shook his head. "I think he was at midnight, but at least one of those boys was doing a fine job of pleasing a woman when I woke up at about four - you could hear her scream clear up here!"

"Well, obviously they're wantons, and probably golddiggers, too! I'll have to look in on this!" Melanie declared.

Ray glared and held up a cautioning hand, "Jimmy's slow with the ladies, like I was. Your second-guessing his female friends is what got him to the Prom alone! You be VERY careful that you don't start something between you and your son you can't fix! I suggest that you keep your tongue and your temper under control until you know all of the facts!"

Melanie wilted a bit, but Ray knew that nothing was going to stop her from descending on the pool house. He hoped to God that they weren't actively having sex when she got there, but if he called and they were all prepared for her, she would be on a rampage for days! Ray watched through the patio doors as Melanie set out, burdened by a much larger tray.

"Morning, boys! Breakfast!" Melanie burst in, accomplishing just the element of surprise that she was hoping for. Danny was seated in a chair, necking with a somewhat narrow, dark haired girl perched on his lap wearing bikini bottoms and a pool wrap. Jimmy was still in bed, spooned with what was obviously a somewhat more robustly built young woman, if the size of the visible breast was any indicator... 

Jimmy saw that Amy was covered, and sat up warily. "Morning, Mom."

Melanie eyed her son sardonically. "Your father let it be known that you were doing an unprecedented level of entertaining, so I brought more food. Coffee?"

"Please." Jimmy dropped his feet over the side of the bed and, exposing himself as little as possible, slid into his swim trunks. He then got up and walked over to the table, attempting to run interference for Amy, pouring a cup and pretending nonchalance. "Amy? Would you like some coffee?"

Amy was slowly shriveling under Melanie's regard, trapped under the sheets by her nakedness. Melanie was aware of her predicament, and was enjoying it. "Is there any cream?" she asked weakly.

"Yes," Jimmy replied distractedly, then rounded on his mother, "Stop it, Mom. The girls didn't plan on staying the night, and we're kind of lightly equipped, here."

Melanie favored Thelma with a glance, taking in the nipples standing under the thin, light beach wrap, "So I see..." Thelma tucked her head into Danny's shoulder and shook. Melanie turned blithely back to Amy and suggested, "Why don't you use the sheet as a wrap, Dear?" Amy did so, tucking the corner of the sheet between her breasts and arranging herself on the edge of the bed as Jimmy brought her a cup and a wry smile. Danny glared and rubbed Thelma's back, actions not lost on Melanie. When had Danny ever glared at her? "What did they arrive in?" she asked innocently.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "Ball gowns, of course - but you can't swim in those, can you?"

Melanie regarded him levelly, "That's not all you can't do in them..."

"Mom! Lay off!" Jimmy began to get seriously angry, but Amy made a face and spread her hands before her in a clear signal of placation that Jimmy picked up and subsided. Melanie detected this with some surprise. She turned to Danny, whose date was obviously not bearing up well, and suggested gently, "Danny, why don't you offer your young lady a T-shirt so she feels less exposed, and we can all settle in for breakfast?" Danny blinked and hopped up, settling Thelma in the seat and running to a small dresser. He snatched a white T-shirt for Thelma, then reached for another, glancing at Amy.

But Amy shook her head; the garment wouldn't help her much - not with HER bust... Danny shrugged, and returned to Thelma, who collected the shirt and pattered off, holding her loose bikini bottoms with one hand. Moments later, she was back, the beach wrap back on over the T-shirt. She scurried over next to where Danny had seated himself at the table, tucking herself in close. Melanie made an effort to be inoffensive; the girl was a mere wisp, obviously embarrassed, and the way she orbited Danny was, well, just precious. "Coffee, Dear? A roll?" Thelma nodded yes - she hadn't opened her mouth since Melanie entered the room. Amy collected the sheet and moved with as much grace as she could summon to the table, coffee cup in hand; Jimmy settled beside her. Melanie kept up the patter, "So, how did the four of you meet? The boys left here alone - was it the same with you?" Melanie directed the question at Amy.

"Well, no," Amy replied, "I arrived with another boy - but he had ideas that I wasn't thrilled with, considering the source." She nodded toward Thelma, "Thelma arrived alone."

"Thelma?" Melanie turned toward the other, frightened girl. "Thelma what?" She smiled encouragingly.

"Franken," Thelma cleared her throat. "Thelma Franken."

Melanie held out her hand, which Thelma took, gingerly, "I'm Melanie Hightower, Jimmy's mother." Turning to Amy, she proffered her hand and asked, "And you are?"

"Amy Kelleher," Amy replied, gripping the extended hand, pretending to be at ease.

Melanie smiled. Good, the enemy had a name. "Go on," she encouraged, "Then what happened?"

"Well," Amy shrugged, "there were several shakeups at the Prom." She glanced around, getting nods from the other three, "My date got a better offer, and wandered off. Thelma and I are friends, so we took to the sidelines together. There was a girl there who was... matchmaking. I went to see her; the captain of the football team was suddenly at loose ends..."

"So what happened?"

Melanie was smiling, but Amy wasn't fooled. She shrugged, "Dina convinced me that he wasn't a good match - and that Jimmy was. Then, when I discovered his assets..."

"What assets?" Suddenly, Melanie was all claws and fangs. She stood, glaring. "What sort of assets?"

"Miz H!" Danny roared, leaping up. "You're about to screw shit up!"

"Danny?" Melanie blinked, taken totally off-stride. Danny never interfered... Amy was looking about, confused, like she had no idea what had set her off... "What is it?"

"Come with me, Miz H. Or you're gonna turn a misunderstanding into a real mess!" Danny tugged on Melanie's arm, dragging her toward the phone in the conversation area. "You guys take it easy a sec," he threw over his shoulder.

Danny plopped Melanie onto the couch, dropped into a chair close by, and leaned in to speak quietly, "You meant money, didn't you?"

Melanie eyed him in surprise. Danny had never appeared to be that quick on the uptake... "Yes, Dear - how did you know?"

Danny grinned wryly. "Took a long time before it sank in. Thing is, Jimmy doesn't know! I figured it out from how things are here versus at home - but for Jimmy, things have always been this way, and he don't know any better!" He eyed her intently, "You were about to slip up - and then EVERYONE would know! I can guarantee Amy doesn't, because Dina doesn't, either! And I can prove it, okay?"

"Well, okay." Melanie was unconvinced.

Danny silenced her with a wave, "Jimmy, you got Terry's number?"

"Yeah," Jimmy blinked, "It's in the book, there..."

Danny picked up Jimmy's address book, frowned while he searched the pages, and dialed a number.

Dina was sitting in the hotel restaurant, pulling a bite of waffle off of Bobby's fork. Her morning had started a while ago, when a brotherly hand had whacked her bare ass. "Up and at 'em, Sis! We have to check out soon, and Tim wants to get in the breakfast buffet!"

"Hey, asshole!" she groused, "I'm not one of your slaves! The only hands allowed to whack MY ass are his!" She nodded toward Bobby's sleep- puffed face. Bobby was struggling to become fully awake, but the bundle of soft curves lying atop him made if difficult... 

"I could send Tim in..." Rick laughed. "You'd be safe for now - Dolores seems to want to be permanently attached - but eventually he'd remember seeing that furburger, and I know you - you'd get yourself all stretched out of shape!"

Dolores, standing behind Rick at the door, turned to Tim standing beside her. "That so? You'd tap Dina?"

Tim raised his hands in defense, "Hey, it's HIS fairy tale! I got plenty, right here!"

Dolores eyed him, somewhat mollified. "Well, I might let you - just to show her how the other half lives. But you be sure to get permission first, or else!" Tim said nothing, knowing that he had no shot at getting totally off the hook, no matter how unfair the charge.

Terry peeked around Tim, "So, how long until we eat?"

"Awright, awright!" Dina whined, "Give us a minute, willya?" Turning her head toward Bobby's still groggy face, she announced, "Sorry, Lover - If you want more we'll just have to get it at home..."

Rick grinned, "And another thing! You're sure loud! Sounded like you and Dolores were having a hollering contest! I was afraid they were going to send someone up to bang on the door and complain!" Dina flipped him the finger and waved them off.

Now, thirty minutes later, they were all seated in the restaurant, downing their second breakfast since midnight. Terry's cell phone cheeped, and he answered it, then handed it to Dina, "Danny the Wop!" he amplified.

"Danny?"

"Hey, Dina. Sorry to bother ya, but I need a favor," Danny began. He put the phone on speaker, and held a finger to his lips.

Dina frowned, "What's up? How is Thelma?"

"We're tight." Satisfaction bled through Danny's voice. "It's not about us. I need to know why you hooked up Jimmy and Amy."

"Why?" asked Dina, "I don't understand..."

"I'm trying to save one or both of 'em some trouble. They're okay - it's kinda an outside thing. I'm tryin' to help..."

"Okay, but be careful how you handle it. Are they there?" Dina asked.

"No, they're in the other room." Danny assured her, only somewhat erroneously.

Dina sighed, "If you use this to screw them up, I'll set Tim on you!"

"No way!" Danny declared, "This is up and up! But there's other, uh, interested parties..."

"I figure you can't tell me who right now, but you'll brief me later?" Dina demanded.

"Yah, no problem," Danny agreed.

Dina sighed, "Okay, it's like this. Amy's wonderful - sweet, good with people - but she's a little slow; she needs a guy who won't get excited if she can't keep up with him mentally. And big hooters aren't the draw for her they were when she was twelve. Jimmy's a hothouse brain, but he's got no people skills. He needs a chick who can mother him and doesn't have to compete with him for who is smarter. Uh, you sure this is okay?" Dina hesitated before continuing.

"Yah. It's cool - I need it all," Danny prompted.

"Okay, you know this, but... Terry let me know that Jimmy's carrying a pretty big weapon, and has nowhere to fire it, if you know what I mean. Amy, well, I've slept over with her sister and we've had girl talk... Amy hasn't had much sex, and what she has had wasn't that good - but she has the capacity, if you know what I mean." Dina was silent a moment, remembering an evening with Amy, Amy's sister Eve, and a vibrator... "I figured that if they're compatible, they're gonna be a real stable couple - Amy will be more than happy to handle Jimmy's needs and help him deal with people, and Jimmy won't just fuck Amy and leave her..." Dina hesitated, then: "I'm, uh, sure you realize that you and Thelma were an afterthought. We were just, uh, trying to keep you from pulling on them..."

Melanie took this, looking thoughtful, and glanced quickly at Amy, who didn't notice. But Jimmy did, and he looked troubled. Danny pressed on, "Well, you're battin' a thousand. We're all fine, and Thelma's about unrecognizable. I don't figure we're gonna hear much from FrankenThelma for awhile..." He hesitated a second, "One more question: There wasn't any money involved, anywhere, was there?"

Dina blinked, "Huh? No! I don't charge for matchmaking - it was done for kicks! I wanted to see if we could glue 'em together! Besides, none of you guys is rolling in dough... Sure, Jimmy's got that Beemer, but that's just because his grandpa owns the shop, as far as I can see. Why?"

Melanie sat back, satisfied, while she pondered the situation. The girl's description of the situation had the ring of truth - and Danny's question answered hers without revealing anything directly. Pretty smooth... Her respect for Danny ratcheted up a notch.

Danny paused, and decided to reveal part of the truth in his reply, "Jimmy's momma wanted to be sure he hadn't stooped to paying for sex, somehow."

Melanie frowned, but accepted the comment. Obviously, Danny had to present SOMETHING in answer to the question... She couldn't expect miracles; anyway it would help deflect suspicion.

Dina laughed, "If I'd have been paid, Amy would have had to do it! She made the approach! I don't pimp, but I'll help a girl find a decent guy!"

"Yah. I knew that," Danny glanced significantly at Melanie, who nodded; they were done. "Thanks, Dina - we're covered." He made to hang up.

"Danny?" Dina asked, "Was I right?"

Danny looked Jimmy's mother in the eye while he answered Dina's question, "Yah. They're VERY compatible. I'm a witness."

"Good!" Clear satisfaction drifted across the telephone connection. "Talk to you tomorrow!"

"Okay, bye!" Danny hung up. He locked eyes with Melanie, who nodded understanding, then glanced at the young couple, pensive. So, Jimmy was a man, now... She woolgathered for a moment, then rose, Danny following. He tugged her wrist, "Remember, you know more than they do..."

"You're a good friend to Jimmy, Danny," Melanie murmured, "I confess I never realized just HOW good..." Danny blushed, and the pair returned to the table.

Jimmy looked up, defiant, but his mother had settled down. Indeed, she looked pretty well eased... He raised an eyebrow at Danny who frowned and shook his head. Melanie addressed Amy, "I'm sorry, Dear, apparently I went off half cocked. But I'm curious - what assets were you referring to?" Melanie poured herself some coffee while she made the query, the picture of calm a contrast to her earlier pre-departure behavior.

Amy blushed crimson. "His..." She choked on the answer at that point.

Danny grinned evilly and interjected, "I'm thinking that it's something he got from his daddy; something you're REAL familiar with! It's no wonder we sleep out here when we can - listening to feminine screams of joy is real hard on young guys..."

Melanie met Amy's blush shade for shade, and the pair passed a glance. Melanie had her answer, without words, but Danny had to be reacted to: "Danny! My God!"

Danny observed the ceiling, looking for something only imagined, "I'm sure it'll be a whole lot easier, now..."

Melanie favored him with an exasperated glance, but the one she returned to Amy dissipated the chill between them. "My friends call me Mel, Dear. We girls have to stick together in the presence of these wild brutes, or our reputations will be ruined..." She favored Jimmy and Danny with a raking glance of mock suspicion, sparking male laughter, followed by female titters. Turning to Thelma, she included her with: "I don't think I have anything that will show anyone as tiny as you off as well," she turned back to Amy, "but I can get Jimmy's father to bring down a robe or something, so you can be more comfortable..."

Amy smiled, "That would be nice..." Her face took on a look of worry: was she going to have to handle a second wave of parental disapproval to get it?

Melanie divined the issue, "Raymond knows you're here - apparently, Jimmy didn't cover himself very well when he brought you home..." She gave Jimmy an arch glance, "If anything, he's a co-conspirator! He had absolutely no compunction about helping these two drag the pair of you down here and molest you!"

Amy laughed, and Thelma made her first conversational sally since Melanie's arrival. Looking into Danny's eyes, she husked, "I wasn't molested - I cooperated fully!" rubbing a hand on his chest. Danny grinned and pulled her under his arm.

Melanie passed an exasperated glance with Amy. "Untutored, isn't she?" Turning back to Thelma, she simpered, "Dear, we can't allow them to realize how much we enjoy it - they get ideas! Besides, they love to hear all about how their manly strength and passion rolled over our weak, muffled protests..." She paused a moment, then tittered, "Of course, the pair of you somewhat resemble Mutt and Jeff..." She reached out hands to Amy and Thelma, who took them, Amy happily and Thelma a bit more reluctantly. "Come," she announced, turning toward the conversation area, "Girl talk. James, go up to the house, and ask your father to help you to find something of mine that showcases Amy's assets without baring them - I don't know if I can deal with this much direct competition." Her eyes swept up and down Amy's standing form. "Danny, perhaps you could create more coffee?"

The males, realizing they were summarily dismissed, shrugged and left the pool house.

The girls seated themselves on the couch and Melanie leaned back in a chair, sipping the coffee she had collected after wending them on their way. Addressing Amy, she asked, "Well, Dear, I know it's early, but on the basis of one apparently hot date, do I expect that we'll be seeing each other regularly?"

Amy blushed and ducked her head, but nodded.

Melanie didn't abuse her, "Good. Danny indicated that things apparently went very well..."

Amy looked sheepish, "He didn't go into detail, did he?"

"No, he merely indicated that the pair of you appeared to be well- suited. Jimmy's father is... surprisingly athletic, for his looks... Some girls couldn't handle it."

Thelma opened up, "I couldn't! Jimmy's a perpetual motion machine! He'd kill me! But Amy can..."

"You were witness, then?" Melanie asked under raised brows.

Thelma colored, ducking her head, "The beds..."

Melanie glanced at the arrangement and nodded, "Ah!" Then she looked back and forth between them, "Who's the screamer? Ray says one of you woke him up..."

Thelma shaded even darker, raising her hand. "I, uh, got a couple of big ones... Amy seems to do this roller coaster thing, but I explode, and then I'm wasted..."

Melanie turned her eyes on her son's conquest, "I see we have a lot in common. How long... ?"

"I can't do time while..." Amy replied, "I got five or six the first time, and probably a dozen the second, before I reached a place where I just didn't seem to come down..."

Melanie nodded. "You weren't a virgin, I understand..."

Amy looked the question, 'How did you know?' - but she didn't ask it. "No, I got these early," indicating her breasts, "and was too young to realize when I was in trouble. But Jimmy's... incomparable!"

Melanie smiled. The girl was artless. "Don't tell your girlfriends - or you'll get competition!" She turned to Thelma, "You, on the other hand... Want to tell me about FrankenThelma?"

Thelma hung her head. "I'm not pretty, and I'm not built - but I've been... horny... since I was twelve. I get grouchy... Watching everybody else wander around fat, dumb and happy while I suffered..." A certain vehemence began to build up. She glanced up, defensive, but Melanie's expression was sympathetic.

Amy interjected, "Thel's small, but her," an apologetic glance, "... pussy is the biggest thing on her, relatively speaking. She has serious needs..."

Melanie nodded. "And Danny?"

Thelma just sat there, moon-eyed. Amy smiled, "They just got fobbed off on each other, as a side-effect of Jimmy and I getting together - but Danny's been SO good to her... Last night was her first - wasn't it, Thel?"

Thelma nodded, happily, "He was wonderful!" Then her face changed, "Even if..."

Melanie was puzzled, "What, Dear?"

"I can't expect Danny to - to keep me!" Thelma wailed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Melanie smiled gently, "I think you can expect just that! Danny hovers over you, daring someone to try to hurt you, so he can pound them! Oh, he's hooked, all right!"

"Really?" Thelma looked up, surprised.

Melanie grinned, "Take it from Aunt Mel - Danny's big, but you have him wrapped around this!" She stuck up a pinky and whirled her other index finger around it.

"Well," Thelma husked, slumping, "I'll drive him off. I can't help it - I want to cling to the big lug like a leech!"

Melanie took a sip of coffee, and sat back, smiling, "And the more you tuck yourself under his arm, the bigger he grins. Nothing strokes the male ego like being worshipped, and Danny's long overdue for it and enjoying it hugely. No, Danny has no problem with you clinging. I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you!"

Thelma's face cleared, "Then... ?"

Melanie nodded. "Chase him. Be public - obvious - about it! Even if he makes noises like it's a cross he has to bear, he'll be grinning from ear to ear while he does it!" She leaned forward, "Honey, I can't guarantee you forever - no one can - but it's an even bet you're going to be having his children!" She stopped, sat back. "Which brings us to another question: protection. Did you use any?" She covered both girls with her eyes, "In the heat of the moment, they forget - no matter how unfair it is, it's our problem. Did you take care of it?"

Both nodded. "I'm on the Pill," Amy volunteered. "I got lucky the first time, but Momma made sure I was protected."

Melanie's gaze swept to Thelma, who replied, "They had rubbers. I think Jimmy's dad gave them to him. But they're uncomfortable, and risky. I'm gonna try to get my mom to get me the Pill." She blushed, "You're right, too - we almost forgot! If Jimmy hadn't said anything..."

Melanie's eyebrows went up, "So, what happened? Did you take turns watching one another?"

Amy blushed. "Well, sorta. The beds ARE right next to each other... It wasn't as if anyone was putting on a show, or anything - just, well, it seemed like we took turns! First, Thelma and Danny were going at it, and Jimmy and I got hot watching, then we were doing it, and I looked over to see them watching... That was kind of hot..."

Melanie left it without asking anything about swaps - obviously, they hadn't thought about it... "Well, it sounds like Danny and Thelma's folks should be grateful... Wonder where the boys are?"

Jimmy came pelting in, carrying a robe in shimmering purple. Amy took it, rose, and made for the bath. When she came back, Melanie confirmed previous observations; Amy was big-busted, but a bit saggy. Not bad, yet, but she would require serious foundation garments. Obviously, Jimmy liked them, though - he was trying to drool on them without being obvious in front of his mother. Ray came in, trailed by Danny, carrying the coffee pot. "Well, there's no blood," he observed. Thelma, trapped in the presence of a strange male cowered a bit, but Danny took her on his lap and she settled down.

Melanie made introductions: "Raymond, this is Thelma, and this is Amy." She waved at them, individually. "I imagine that there is no question who's with who..."

Ray grinned, "No, I guess not." Thelma's position cuddled on Danny's lap made their relationship clear; Jimmy had moved behind Amy, clasping her to him as she shook Ray's hand. "Pleased to meet you both. I saw both of you from a distance last night - and I heard one of you, later..." Thelma's blush answered THAT question. "I trust you enjoyed Prom night?" Vehement nods. "Excellent! Perhaps you can give us some excerpts, at some point..." Having collected Melanie's surprising ease with the situation, he added, "You're welcome, any time - but I have to run up to the house. It's been a pleasure. Jimmy?" He turned and walked out.

Jimmy kissed Amy on the cheek. "I need to help Dad with a couple of things for a moment... Be right back!" He turned for the door.

Melanie took that moment to ask something that had been tickling the back of her mind since Thelma had staggered out, hauling on obviously oversized bikini bottoms, "By the way girls, how is it that you both lack panties?" Jimmy turned crimson and burst for the door; Danny announced "Oh, shit! Guys, you need any help?" He lurched up dumping Thelma unceremoniously into the chair and ran out, too. Melanie watched these antics in some surprise, then turned to the girls, "Obviously, this is going to be some tale!"

Ray was standing outside with Jimmy when Danny came rushing out. "Well? I heard the question, too..." They turned toward the house, Jimmy urging speed and distance. "Well, Dad," he puffed, "We went to breakfast after the Prom with kind of a wild crowd. The girl who helped get us together, in particular, likes to cause excitement anywhere she goes."

Danny took up the tale, "We took a back booth there the group had given a reputation as a place where wild shit happened - last week all of the girls gave their boyfriends blowjobs there. One of the guys suggested we return the favor..."

Loud feminine laughter from the direction of the pool house indicated that the female version had been related, too. Ray grinned at Jimmy, "Yeah, your mother's gonna LOVE that! I see why you're here!"



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Chapter 131: More parental complications


Jason entered Armand Wilson's presence with a packet of CDs to find his employer chuckling - something he seldom did... "Sir, here's the first take."

"Excellent!" Armand rumbled, "From the transcripts, this should be highly entertaining!" He rose, accepting the packet. "I'll be in the media room. Send Felicia in, hmmm, cuffed, wearing blinders - she doesn't need to see what I'm looking at..."

Jason nodded. Felicia was Armand's latest 'toy'. As a rule, Armand's mistresses didn't last long; he broke them, physically or mentally, very quickly. Felicia was no exception; Jason was already handling the details of her daily humiliation, something Armand always did personally in the early stages. Soon, her only utility as far as Armand was concerned would be as an example of total submission to display before the next contestant during her early training... Armand turned at the door, looking thoughtful, "Um, earplugs, too - she can carry them; I'll install them after she arrives. This IS my offspring, after all... And some lube; who knows what I'll decide to do?" Jason nodded - Felicia was indeed on the way out; Armand was obviously pondering some outré entertainment, a sure sign of boredom. Armand turned one more time, "Oh, and if your duties allow, you can view the footage, too - drag in one of the staff to entertain you while you watch." He waggled a finger, "Not Jorge, though - your delight in dominating the poor man is going to lose me a perfectly good driver! If that happens..." Armand turned and left the room, the threat hanging. Jason's teeth were showing, but it had gone from pleasure at the invitation to a rictus at the threat; Jason knew that if he ruined Jorge, not only would he be relegated to driving his employer, but Armand would bend considerable effort to making Jason's plight worse than Jorge's... 

The four couples left breakfast, each headed out to check on the home front. Dina, intent on arriving home separately from Rick, headed over to Bobby's house with him for a bit. The pair found Helen and Al, obviously barely ambulatory, slurping coffee in the kitchen. "Morning, Son, Dina," Al rumbled.

Bobby glanced around; dear ol' Dad was looking mighty pleased with himself... "Hi, Dad, Hi Auntie Helen..."

Helen's face was an odd mix of happiness, anticipation, and nervous dread. Bobby picked it up, but he wasn't possessed of the cultural awareness that Dina was. "Hi, Al, Helen - hey, where'd the rock come from?" she asked, on spying the glittering ring on Helen's finger.

Bobby, given a target, caught up quickly, "So, the bear trap closed!" Laughing, he turned to Dina with the prediction, "Of course, they're gonna spend the next twenty years trying to figure out who caught who..."

"Oh, Bobby, you know how these things go by now!" Dina chided, grinning. "We get you to chase us through the obstacle course until you're winded, then trip you and fall on you - nothing to it!" She turned to Helen, "So, have you set a date? Lemme look at that thing!"

Helen managed to get her voice into operation, "Well, right now it's kind of an agreement in principle," she replied. "There are some logistics, and," she glanced uncertainly at Bobby, "other things, to work out."

"Logistics, I understand," replied Bobby, nodding. "You're not a problem, and we can move some stuff out of the spare room, but..." He stopped worrying at that problem, and asked, suspiciously, "What 'other things'?"

"Um," Helen colored.

Dina filled in the gap, "Like the not-generally-known fact that you've had sex with your stepmother-to-be?" Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, if you believed the expression on her face after dropping THAT bomb!

"That's a problem?" Bobby chuckled. "Only if Dad gets strung out about it..." He flicked an eye at his father, who shrugged. "Which he ain't," Bobby continued, looking back at Helen, "So don't get your knickers in a twist... Mom."

Helen looked a bit apoplectic. "Uh, just so you, uh don't get any ideas..."

Bobby opened his mouth to make a promise that would close off the matter, but Dina kicked him in the shin. He looked toward her in surprise, but she stepped in close and whispered, "Don't make any promises - I might want to even the score!"

"Um," Bobby absorbed this, glanced at his father, and announced, "I've been advised once again to hold out for a future draft pick..."

Big Al picked up his new fiancée with his eyes and nodded toward Dina, "You know, she's scary!"

Dina smiled, sphinx-like. "You'd better get used to us Nellises - between Bobby and Mandi, you can't escape!"

Al turned to Bobby, poker-faced, "Son, control your woman!"

Bobby started laughing, "Jeez, Dad! You thought I was in charge?"

Jackie and Terry found Jennifer in the kitchen, making up a breakfast tray in a white baby-doll nightie, humming a little tune. The pair had made it through the door without much in the way of a clatter; Jennifer leaped a foot when she noticed them. "A tray, Mom?" Jackie queried.

Guilt writ large on her face, Jennifer made a game attempt at duplicity, nonetheless. "Thought I'd have a snack while I watch TV in bed..." she quavered.

Terry took two steps back, passing through the kitchen door and looking left. "Pair of Dockers on the couch."

Jennifer's eyes snapped to Terry, then back to Jackie's catlike smile as she asked, "Pretty hot upstairs, is it?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah!" Jennifer snatched at the shoulder straps of the translucent nightie, acting as if sweat was sticking it to her; the unintended side effect of the action being a momentary exposure of her furry pubic mound to the young couple.

Jackie grinned from ear to ear, then began examining her manicure. "So, that's fire extinguisher foam on your thighs?"

Jennifer buried her embarrassed face in her hands while the young couple guffawed. "Where's Mike?" Terry asked, when he could breathe again.

"In bed, asleep," Jennifer admitted. "We... started late."

"YOU did, anyway!" Jackie purred. "You know what the dead giveaway was? More than anything else?" Jennifer shook her head, and Jackie continued, "You've been standing there, virtually naked, for a couple of minutes now. Terry's seen literally everything you've got - and you didn't even flinch!"

Jennifer stuck her face in her hands again, but she was laughing. "Well..."

Jackie eyed her sidelong, "How do you feel?"

Jennifer's smile spoke volumes, "Oh, God! Wonderful!" she exclaimed. She ducked her head. "I screamed like a banshee!"

Terry rolled his eyes, and Jackie burst out laughing, "So did I!" They all chuckled for a moment, then Jackie waved her hands at her mother. "Go! Take care of your man! We'll be in my room - I've GOT to get out of this dress!"

Jennifer snatched up the tray and padded upstairs, nodding to the pair as they parted company.

Jason entered the media room with Consuela, the petite upstairs maid, in tow. Armand was sitting in an armchair, leaning forward, watching events in his ex-wife's den unfold on the sixty inch screen before him. Felicia, a statuesque redhead, knelt before the chair, her ass in the air and her head on the floor, turned to the right so that she could see Armand. She was making noises through the ring gag in her mouth; Armand had four fingers buried in her ass. "Shut up, Felicia," Armand muttered distractedly, "I'm trying to hear the soundtrack!" He locked eyes with her's which were partially obscured by the blinder rig she was wearing, "Unless you want me to go for the wrist?" Felicia's outburst subsided to harsh breathing, and Armand sighed. He'd hoped that her will would be as pliant as her body, but it had broken like a rotten stick under only moderate pressure - which was pleasant, but once done... He reluctantly followed the thought process through to its conclusion: of all his toys, only Sharon seemed to have any resilience, any pliancy... 

Consuela took one look at Felicia's plight and whimpered, but she didn't move; she knew better. Jason was, if anything, a bit more brutal, physically, than Armand - even when they weren't together, and he didn't feel that he had something to prove.

Armand took notice; Consuela was only a bit over five feet, and had that curiously spare but softly rounded build that makes for really beautiful Hispanic girls - if she were a horse, she'd be a thoroughbred. She'd spent a few weeks as Armand's toy, once, and he'd decided to keep her; thus, she was the upstairs maid, her degree in Business Management notwithstanding... "Don't feel that you have to damage her to compete, Jason - I'll be displeased. Care to swap?"

Jason showed his teeth, nodding. "Sir." Yes, Felicia was indeed on the way out - Armand didn't share anyone who had his primary attention, it interfered with his control. Looking down into her eyes, Armand experienced the satisfaction of seeing from the expression on her face that she knew it, too. But she said nothing, and moved not a millimeter - only her face betrayed her humiliation.

Armand withdrew his fingers from Felicia's distended ass and wiped them on a towel, making a slight grimace of distaste. "She needs a cleanup," he announced. Turning to Consuela, he directed, "Go get the enema kit - the big one - and ask Charles to bring around something for her to expel into from the playroom." Turning to Jason, he asked, "Anything else?"

Jason's teeth were still showing. Both of them were aware - as was Felicia - that she would get the wrist, now, at least. Felicia turned her head to the left so that she could see Jason and whimpered. "No, Sir," he replied, blandly, "I'll make do."

"Fine." He turned back to Consuela. "Hurry along, then, and bring more towels." Consuela turned to obey, but Armand stopped her at the door with a word, "And Consuela? You're overdressed." Consuela didn't blink; despite the fact that she would be elsewhere for the next few minutes, following her master's instructions, she immediately unzipped and stepped out of her French Maid's frock and released her small round breasts from her black brassiere. As she bent to undo her stockings, Armand held up a hand, "Leave them, for now." He waved regally, and she turned to obey his instructions, her bare ass swaying seductively as she left the room - the outfit was, of course, pantyless... 

Armand sighed. Once again, he'd put off instant gratification. "Turn around here, Felicia, and let's see what you've learned about throat fucking." He waved Jason to the seat next door. "Back us off to the IR footage at the Porter house, will you? It's about two a.m., I think..." Jason began playing with the DVD player controls, and Felicia knelt up. Armand thought about it a moment, and turned to Jason, "I'm going to pull the ring gag, if you don't mind..." After all, he HAD ceded Felicia's use to Jason.

Jason, concentrating upon the DVD player, waved a hand, "That's fine, Sir - I don't get much out of it either. If I feel teeth, there are other actions I can take to instruct her..." Felicia shuddered, wide-eyed, as the possibilities occurred to her. Armand pulled her head into his lap, and removed the ring gag, passing her the soiled towel (turned to a clean area) to wipe up the excess saliva with while the redhead worked her jaw. Armand opened his silk robe and undid his pajama bottoms, pondered the fact that Felicia was cuffed behind her back for a moment, frowning, and slid them to his ankles himself, rather than uncuffing her. Then he pulled her head into his lap, where she stuck her nose in the pubic hair at the root of his slowly extending erection and began laving the stalk without prompting. There WAS something to be said for perfect service, on occasion, Armand reflected.

"Ah! Here, Sir?"

Armand glanced up. "Yeah, that looks like it." Armand sat forward a bit and lifted Felicia's chin, "Okay, you can start now," he announced blandly, placing a hand behind her head. "Let me guide you." He demonstrated, pulling her head toward him and her mouth onto his cock using gentle pressure with the hand. "Watch me," he admonished, "Breathing is your problem - but you needn't worry, I'll notice if you lose consciousness." He pulled her head forward until he was rooted, deliberately choking her with his length, while his attention returned to the screen. He held her there for a moment, watching the early going where it looked like Tenisha and Draper were going to be the main attraction. Felicia gasped and gurgled and suffered, but did not struggle to back off. He let her off, and after a moment began to urge her forward again; despite the discomfort, Felicia slid her mouth onto his erection apparently willingly. As she began to gag the second time, Armand marveled mentally at the willpower that held her there, choking. It wasn't his hand - he'd only gently pressed on her neck - she hung there, suffering, without any effort on his part to hold her. He released her again, concentrating on the screen as Nora knelt to take the young black boy's cock in her mouth for an extremely short blowjob, allowing Felicia to suck in air and stabilize. Since he'd broken her about a week previously - mostly using mind games, with actually very little physical persuasion - Felicia had turned into a model of compliance, apparently not only accepting humiliation and abuse, but reveling in it - she was, apparently, a 'pain slut' something new in Armand's experience. Her pliant attitude invited excess in dealing with her, and Armand couldn't resist looking for that point where the instinct for self-preservation caused her to resist him, since she apparently had no will - but he was beginning to fear that she had no such instinct! She would make a fine house slave for someone who valued willing compliance, but Armand - and Jason, for that matter - got his enjoyment out of crushing his victim's resistance. This presented a problem... 

On the screen, Nora stripped, revealing herself to Nate, who reacted with unexpected pleasure to the exposure of her rather generous ass. Armand, almost unconsciously, tugged Felicia forward while he chuckled at the black boy's reaction. Nora's indication that sex was an option, and Nate's demurral and announcement that he and Nora were a couple captured more of his attention than Felicia's throat working on his glans; he was somewhat surprised to feel her going limp... He released her head and stroked her cheek while she wheezed her breath back.

Consuela returned, enema kit balanced upon a stack of towels. Charles arrived towing what was in effect a cross between an adult potty chair and a reclining examining table - a reclining backrest and stirrups over an open hole with a tub below. Armand grimaced, turning to Jason and admonishing, "Take it easy."

Jason, impressed with Felicia despite himself, nodded. His "Come here, slut," was almost gentle. Felicia rose, sad eyes on Armand as she acknowledged her fall from grace, and minced over to kneel before Jason.

Armand, eyes on his naked daughter making out with her new boyfriend, directed Consuela, "Dispense with that, come over here, and kneel up!" Consuela hung the enema bag on a hook on the side of the chair and hustled over to Armand, arriving just in time to take the first thrust of his cock in her pussy as Nora announced that she wanted Nate's cock in her right away! Armand just buried it and let it soak while the kids on the screen skated around the issue of birth control. He looked up at Jason, who had Felicia draped face down in the chair, pumping her full of soapy water, and directed, "Call the gynecologist. He'll see Nora on Monday." Jason fished out his phone and PDA, ignoring Felicia's swelling belly.

Armand began slowly stroking Consuela as Nora worshipped Nate's cock. "She's quite the..." Jason stopped dead, glancing at Armand to collect his approval before finishing, "... cockhound, isn't she?"

Armand nodded. "I think she's as surprised as everyone else!"

Jason showed his teeth again, and turned to Charles, "More water." He then turned his attention to the phone, invoking his override powers to trump the gynecologist's answering service. Felicia whimpered a bit as Jason absently rubbed her clenching asscheeks.

Armand slowly pumped into Consuela as he watched the black boy do a creditable job at the juncture of Nora's thighs, then picked up in reaction to the main event. The boy - Nate? - showed what Armand considered to be uncommon concern over the reduction of Nora's hymen; Armand had half- expected him to just climb on and pound away. The slow start allowed Armand to control his own action until the pairing on the screen became a screaming blur and Nora surged in completion. With no thought whatever to Consuela's condition, Armand emptied himself in her pulsing channel. The couple's cleanup efforts were mirrored by Consuela's as she cleaned Armand's cock with her tongue.

Armand glanced up at the breakpoint; Witherspoon's team doubtless had full video of the couple's trip to the Wilson home, but just as certainly had decided that it wasn't worth transmitting. Jason was absently delivering another glass of water into Felicia's enema bag. The poor girl already appeared to be about four months pregnant... "Jason!" Armand roared, "Restraint!"

Jason glanced up, "Huh? Oh!" A glance at Felicia revealed that she was in dire straits. He closed off the valve and extracted the nozzle, then directed Felicia to roll over.

Armand waved Jason over impatiently. "Do you have the appointment yet?"

"No, Sir," Jason replied, "He's on the golf course, apparently. I've had him paged."

"Very well," Armand groused, "Stay on it." He regarded his aide levelly and continued, "About Felicia - stop trying to get her to fight; it's not in her nature, apparently. The woman has no sense of self- preservation, apparently, and if you go trying to find it we're likely to have a dead woman on our hands." He stared even deeper into Jason's eyes, "Should that occur, I will be EXTREMELY displeased - do I make myself clear?"

Jason turned white. "Yes, Sir."

"Go play, then, but use some restraint. Don't damage her any more than I already have," Armand rumbled, waving him off, "And get me that appointment!" He dragged Consuela onto his lap and resumed the video.

Jason returned to Felicia, who was now supine against the reclining backrest gripping the handles beside it tensely. Her distended belly was one big cramp. But she knew better than to let go... Jason stepped up beside her and began rubbing her belly, squeezing and kneading. Felicia bit her lips, but whimpering cries escaped anyway.

Armand chuckled at the little comedy skit Nate put on trying to find something to write Nora's telephone number on, and he got a belly laugh out of Sharon's mistaken attempt at getting the couple into hiding - jerking them from the unlit porch where their observation was limited to infrared into an entryway that sported two pinhole cameras had just the opposite effect from what she'd intended, and Armand thoroughly enjoyed the irony. But Felicia's whimpering interfered with Armand's absorption of the conversation in the den. Armand frowned and cut the video, turning his attention to the luckless woman and her torturer, "Felicia, child, be quiet! You're disturbing me!" Glancing around, Armand discovered a solution: "Charles, give Felicia something to nurse on, so she will be quiet!"

Charles blinked. He was fifty, graying, and somewhat heavyset, mostly muscle. He was the head groundskeeper, but he was clever with his hands; the contraption that Felicia was occupying was his rendition of one of Armand's concepts. But he had never actually participated in Armand's indoor games. He was aware of them, and tacitly considered supporting his employer's activities a part of his job, but as a rule the outdoor staff stayed focused outdoors, and for most of them, it was a good idea. Charles shrugged, stepped up, glanced at Armand, and shoved a thick finger into Felicia's mouth, which she eagerly began to suck. Given the blinders, Charles nearly filled her visual field when she leaned back - which was preferable to being absorbed in watching Jason pulp her poor, distended belly.

Armand chuckled. Charles had been impressively careful; another might have unlimbered his cock without specific permission. Armand waved his hand, "No, no, adjust her position for your comfort and take your pleasure from her throat, man! You should be rewarded for its construction, anyway!" Turning his attention to Consuela, he asked, "Do we have another robe for Charles?"

"I can run and get one, Master!" she offered brightly.

Armand smiled. He did not require the staff to call him Master - but several of them did. "Fine, run along and get him one - quickly! And bring back a vibrator - I didn't finish you properly, so I might as well play a bit..." Consuela smiled obsequiously and ran from the room.

Jason was scratching notes on a pad, frowning. His unhappiness had little or nothing to do with the current activity; he knew that Armand was making a point with Charles, punishing him by making him share Felicia. But he took it in stride, handing the note to Armand and collecting a towel. "Void!" he instructed Felicia, lifting a cunningly devised contraption from beneath the seat and into a position where it was virtually certain to capture everything while allowing a view of the action.

The moan she let out left no doubt as to her pain or her relief. Jason continued to knead, poke, and prod, distracting the poor redhead as she erupted into the pan at the base of the chair. As she stopped straining and collapsed in exhaustion, Consuela returned with a robe, which she handed to Charles, and returned to Armand's lap.

Charles, who in the meantime had removed his shirt and undershirt, slid it on and proceeded to drop his trousers. As he stepped forward to adjust the backrest, Jason realized that his efforts to deny him by allowing Felicia her release were for naught; Armand was watching both of them intently, and his will in the matter was clear. Jason threw the towel on her stomach and walked away, irritated. Armand's punishment was effective; he was no longer interested in pleasuring himself with her.

Charles unlimbered a chubby five and a half inch cock and delivered it to Felicia's lips, murmuring, "It's been a while, Honey - I'll probably be kinda quick..."

Felicia, relief and gratitude writ large on her face, opened her mouth willingly, absorbing Charles' erection and reaching up to gather his hips, pulling him to her. Charles covered her breasts with his hands, enjoying the feel.

Armand returned his attention to the video, observing Sharon's interview with the young couple. Nora's announcement that she planned to 'domesticate' Nate brought a belly laugh from Armand, and the nature of Nate's reaction was no more lost on him than it was on the two women. Armand missed none of the indicators, to include Nora's offhand quelling of Nate's profane outburst, or his stumbling, soul-bearing attempt at justification of their relationship.

Jason, once again the perfect aide, offered, "According to Witherspoon's notes, young Mr. Adams is well known for his 'rap', a continuous pattern of comments designed to make him appear to be a ladies man - mostly sexist statements whose purpose was to land him women, but usually ended up alienating them - witness the altercation with his date that triggered the association with Nora." Jason showed his teeth. "Witherspoon's people on the scene indicate that Nora's first words to him were that if he expected the evening to go well, he should keep his mouth shut."

Armand nodded, observing, "Amazingly, he appears to have totally bagged the affectation. What do we know of the EXACT circumstances of their being thrown together?"

Jason perused the notes in the package and fished out a couple of photographs. "Shortly after his rather loud breakup with Miss Porter, this young woman followed her into the Ladies' Room." Jason displayed a picture of Dina, in her grey makeup, taken at the Prom.

"Interesting looking young lady..." Armand hazarded.

Jason nodded, "Her name is Nellis, Dina Nellis. A 'mover and shaker', apparently. According to Witherspoon's report, she and the couples with her virtually took control of the party, destabilizing the existing order and loosening things up quite a bit. By most accounts, she led the effort that turned the Prom into a real party, not just a function. Witherspoon's people weren't specifically targeted on either her or Miss Porter, however, so we don't know what transpired in the Ladies' Room - but we DO know that she and her date, one Bobby McCormick," Jason fished out another picture, this one of Bobby, "descended upon Nora and Mister Adams, almost immediately thereafter. The Nellis girl offered to set Nora up with Mr. Adams, and offered some advice in how to handle him..." He paused a moment; Charles was apparently losing his ability to enjoy himself in total silence... 

Armand glanced up, but said nothing. Charles' face was red and he was having trouble standing still; Felicia was working diligently. A slight smile crossed Armand's face.

Jason cleared his throat, "It appears that the McCormick boy coached young Mr. Adams similarly."

Armand nodded and restarted the video, listening with interest to the discussions of birth control, himself (he found that VERY interesting) and Nora's clear declaration that she intended to deal with whatever consequences were visited upon her. This last awakened a new respect for his daughter in Armand; perhaps she DID have a few of his genes, after all... "Phone!" he ordered. Consuela scrambled to get it.

Armand found himself distracted; Charles let out an airy groan and arched himself over Felicia, whose throat began to work spastically. Armand watched as the older man held himself hunched over the redhead, apparently pouring copious quantities of seed down her throat. "Damn, that was good!" he gasped, patting her cheek. Consuela returned with a cordless extension and Armand rose to his feet; he tended to pace when he talked on the phone. While dialing, he addressed Jason, "Do we have a live feed?"

Jason manipulated the video system controls and multiple views of the distaff Wilson residence appeared on the screen. Sharon and Nora were at breakfast; Jason enlarged that thumbnail to full screen.

Sharon had just uttered, "I wonder when your father is going to call," when the phone rang (Armand was grinning on the far end at the timing) and a familiar voice announced, "I want to speak to my daughter."

Sharon passed the phone wordlessly, but Nora knew who it was from the stricken look on her face, "Daddy?"

"Good morning, Daughter!" Armand greeted pleasantly, "How was the Prom?"

"I had a good time," Nora admitted cautiously.

"And after?" Armand set the needle.

"I'm guessing that you know," Nora retorted, archly.

Armand was unperturbed, but he was enjoying the spirited display. "I'm aware of many of the particulars, but I'm asking for your personal opinion. How was Mr. Adams?"

Nora took the phone from her ear for a moment; Armand could see the wheels turning. "Quite good, actually. When I contrast him against my other lovers, I'd have to give him an A minus, but..."

Armand chuckled, but there was steel beneath. "I recommend that you have more lovers before making comparisons. Still, I felt that he did a surprisingly gentle job of parting you from your virginity." There was a moment's pause, then: "I recommend that until you can develop independent evidence otherwise, you assume that I am aware of everything that you are up to..."

Nora took a chill at this, but bore up well. "I'll bear that in mind, Daddy. I'd always assumed from our limited contact that Mom was your primary target. In any case, since I must assume that you were somehow watching, you should know that I wasn't faking anything - Nate was quite enjoyable as a lover and I intend to enjoy him again, regularly!" Nora settled back in her dining room chair, proud of herself, awaiting the explosion.

It didn't come. "Excellent!" Armand replied. "Based upon my initial assessment, I approve of young Mr. Adams, and I approve of your handling of him. Do as you will - at the very least, you will both obtain valuable experience; if you succeed in domesticating him, who knows?" A pause ensued while Armand enjoyed the look of surprise that flickered across Nora's face. "Daughter, I believe that I have underestimated you, assuming that you were nothing more than your mother's get. Sober reflection causes me to wonder if I underestimated her, too. With that in mind, I may from time to time offer you certain opportunities to obtain personal growth, success at which will lead to others. I may extend these opportunities to Mr. Adams as well, if it appears warranted."

"What if I marry him?" Nora asked bluntly, still trying to force a reaction.

"Irrelevant," Armand replied. "If you do, I want it to be for good reason, not to spite me - and for that reason, among others, I give you leave to do as you please in this matter without interference or prejudice. Some of life's lessons are best self-taught, and I am not a model of success at family relationships. Therefore, you will succeed or fail on your own at this task."

Nora grimaced, "I guess I'm not going to be allowed to provoke a reaction..."

Armand chuckled, "But you HAVE, Daughter! I am pleased with you! Keep trying - it is an opportunity for personal growth!" Another chuckle escaped him, then, "Pass the phone to your mother, child."

Nora wordlessly passed the phone to Sharon, who took it gingerly. Having the advantage of being able to see her, Armand announced without preamble, "It appears that you may have periodically done something right, after all! While I will continue to investigate him, I have no issues with Nora's choice in male companions at this time. In fact, I'm highly pleased that she had the backbone to take on such a challenge!" He paused a moment, enjoying the play of expression on his ex-wife's features, then: "You will write her a note excusing her from school starting at," he glanced at Jason's notes, "10:00 a.m. Jorge will pick her up in my limo to take her to my staff gynecologist, who will examine her and prescribe methods of birth control. She is to telephone my office regarding future needs in this area - I will see to it that she gets the best. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Armand," Sharon murmured tonelessly.

"Nora's exercise in team calisthenics reminds me that your sexual horizons have been somewhat limited for some time. That doesn't seem fair to me... You DO appear to enjoy sex, still - even with me..." Armand smiled, watching Sharon's vain attempt to hide her reaction to his teasing "isn't that right?"

It killed her to admit it, and she blushed crimson, but she uttered the only possible answer, "Yes."

Armand pretended to be pensive, "Yet, I have no evidence that in between your visits to me you conduct any sexual activity at all - even playing with yourself! Why is that?"

"I-I" Sharon stopped, unable to continue. How could she answer with Nora sitting right there? "Uh, because I don't!"

"Why not? Surely you don't think I expect to approve your sexual partners?" Armand watched Sharon sit staring at Nora, fearful that she had divined the subject of the conversation. Sharon finally opened her mouth, but he forestalled her, smoothly, "Yes, you do - and you would be correct." The steel under the velvet in his voice was distinctly detectable. "Still, I don't think I'm doing you justice. How long has it been since our last encounter?"

"Uhhh, two weeks," Sharon replied, voice beginning to shake. Where was he going with this?

"Seventeen days is more like it," Armand corrected. "Did you enjoy it? Hmmm, probably not - as I remember it was just a blowjob, more for little Felicia's entertainment than anything else. Remind me to discuss Felicia with you next time - she's been a surprise, and I think you may have contributed to it." Armand turned and locked gazes with the redhead. Yes, the realization that there was no possibility of escape that Sharon's treatment had engendered had probably been pivotal... 

Actually, Sharon HAD enjoyed it - at least that part of her that reveled in Armand's abuse had... But she couldn't admit it, and that inability was one of the things about her that gave Armand pleasure - that and the fact that her face gave her away... Grinning, he continued, "Next time, we'll do anal - be ready. In fact, why don't you come around on Wednesday? We can discuss our offspring, before - or during..." Sharon was endlessly entertaining, he mused, as he watched her cringe and shudder with arousal simultaneously. Sharon DID enjoy anal sex - but was even less capable of admitting it. It was wrong, and dirty - and it was capable of generating powerful orgasms in her when Armand cared to do it right.

Armand chuckled and set the next needle: "In the meantime, what can I do for you? Send you some toys? Jason, make a note. How about a nice black buck of your own to keep you in tune? Someone decorative, that you can take to bleeding heart charity functions, but with a nice long, fat cock to stick in your holes?" Armand's pleasure was more than evident as the woman's image on the video screen shaded toward the red. "But why be stingy? Maybe I should round up two or three, to visit you in rotation, or - dare I say it? - simultaneously?"

Nora looked on, amazed, while her mother, beet red, clutched the phone in a white knuckle grip and shook. What was he saying to her?

"I-I really don't need that, Armand," Sharon forced out.

"Nonsense!" Armand disagreed, "At a minimum, you can expect the toys and some videos this afternoon, by courier. Use them, or I will send someone along to help you, understood?"

"Yes, Armand," Sharon choked out.

"And another thing," Armand pressed, "It is past time that you informed our daughter that our sexual relationship continues in force - I'll not have her holding your weak bones up for sainthood."

"B-but... !" Sharon sputtered.

"Do it, my Dear," Armand ordered, "or I will - and I'll show video footage to prove it!"

"V-video?" Sharon was aghast.

"Of course," Armand replied, unperturbed, "I'll tuck a couple in with the other videos in this afternoon's delivery." He paused a moment, enjoying the visual effects of this new revelation. Sharon was near apoplexy. With artificial gentleness, he continued, "I know this is a big step for you, so I'll give you a couple of days - but if you don't comply, I WILL show her, and then send her home to find you being checked for air- tightness by three big black bucks! Do you know what that means?"

"N-noo..." Real fear gripped Sharon. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good - and she had a sinking feeling that it would be Armand's new favorite threat. And he ALWAYS followed through, eventually... 

Armand chuckled, "It means that each of them will be filling one of your available holes with cock! Now are we clear? Or do I start looking for candidates?"

Sharon shook like a leaf; the threat was classic Armand - horrible, yet magnetically compelling. It would live in her dreams, good and bad, for the near future... "I understand," she choked out.

"Good," Armand purred. "I'll see you Wednesday, then - at eleven, I think. Unless something else comes up... Remember to use the toys - but not on your ass, I want it nice and tight!" Armand hung up.

Sharon followed suit, slowly. "My God, Mom, that looked awful! What on Earth did he say to you? It's not fair that he should abuse you like that over me..."

Sharon smiled ruefully, "Don't fret over it, Hon, you were barely a subject of conversation." She sighed, then: "Your father knows all of my buttons, and he enjoys pushing them. I think he hit just about the whole keyboard, this time..."

"What... ?" Nora began, but Sharon continued, "Your father's limo will pick you up at school at ten tomorrow to take you to his gynecologist."

"Is that wise?" Nora asked.

"It will save him the trouble of breaking and entering at another doctor's office to obtain your medical records, then blackmailing the doctor to fill in the blanks," Sharon smiled thinly. "Besides, Armand hires the best - you need have no worries that the doctor is a quack. It's a win-win situation."

"That wasn't it," Nora announced positively.

"No, Hon, but the rest was aimed at me," Sharon replied, obviously intent on closing the subject.

"Mom, I saw your face! WHAT DID HE SAY?" Nora wouldn't let it go... 

Sharon sighed. "Your father has decided that my sex life is inadequate."

"Well, he's probably right," Nora offered, "since you're getting nothing at all..."

Sharon colored. "That's not quite true, Hon..."

"Mom?" The query was ominous.

"You should know by now that your father never really lets anything or anyone go..." Sharon swallowed nervously.

Nora blinked. "You and Daddy are still sleeping together?"

Sharon could barely raise her eyes to her daughter's face. "I wouldn't call it anything that civilized, but - yes, we have sex, just about every time I go to see him."

Several pieces of the puzzle fell into place for Nora. "Oh. That explains why you act so weird when you come home afterward. I figured he was just abusing you."

"Well, it's all a part of it," Sharon amplified. "It's not really for fun, as much as it's him leaving a fresh mark on me." She paused a moment. "There will be a rather embarrassing package arriving by courier later today. Sex toys. And... videos. For me to entertain myself with." She squared her shoulders. "Some of the videos are of your father and I, apparently. They might be instructive. You need to know..."

"... That he probably has fresh video of me and Nate?" Nora drew the inference. Somehow, she avoided being shocked. "Are these kinds of thing just tools to him, or does he enjoy it?"

"A little of both, Hon," Sharon sighed, "Maybe we should be flattered - undoubtedly the surveillance he places on us is fantastically expensive. In his twisted way, I suppose he loves us."

Armand, watching this conversation via the video cameras, blinked and sat back in his chair, suddenly sober. He reached out and switched off the feed.

Jason watched him, sidelong. This was the closest he'd ever seen Armand to emotional vulnerability, and he didn't want to trigger the backlash.

But it didn't happen. Armand snatched up the vibrator and turned it on, inviting Consuela to position herself on his lap with her legs spread so that he could use it to maximum effect. He glanced up at Jason, and grunted, "Call Witherspoon. I've an errand for one of his people." Jason nodded and turned to execute.



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Chapter 132: Frankenwho?


Danny pulled Jimmy Hightower's BMW up in front of the Franken 'estate' - a classic, split-level ranch set in a sea of similar ones. Actually, Danny's place was similar, and only a few blocks away, but Jimmy's place was a bit of a walk... Turning to Thelma, he rumbled, "So, when can I see ya?"

Thelma smiled, but it masked the 'Yippee!' going on inside. "Well, it's already almost noon. Tomorrow?"

"Okay," Danny replied, "We can do a movie or somethin'. Theaters will be empty - if the flick is boring, we can always neck in the back..." He grinned.

Thelma grinned back. "Okay! I'll see you at school!" She leaned across the center console to buss him on the cheek.

But a burly arm went around her shoulders, and she found herself doing a proper job on his lips. After a short eternity, she pulled back. "I got to go..." she muttered weakly.

"Yeh," Danny replied distantly - but he pulled her in for a second kiss, and she didn't fight it.

This second eternity lasted a bit longer, but when they finished, it was time to go. Thelma backed out of the car, closing the door, and waved as she resolutely made her way up the walk. Danny sat there a moment, watching her disappear through the door with a last wave. Something was bothering him... He turned around and his eyes dropped into the rear floorboards. "Aw, shit!" How was he gonna handle this?

Thelma let herself in and headed downstairs to check in with the family, humming distractedly. She stepped out of her heels and wriggled her bare feet in the somewhat dated shag rug of the dining room, and announced herself: "Hi, Daddy."

Ed Franken sighed, gathered himself, and looked over the top of the paper. There was gonna be a shit storm, for sure; Thelma had been reduced to going to the Prom with a girlfriend, so she probably had a lengthy tirade about the injustice of life in general and proms in particular stored up. Might as well get on with it..."Hi, Punkin. How was the dance?"

"Oh, fine, Daddy..."

Ed stopped and actually looked at his daughter, instantly suspicious. "And you had a good time?"

"Uh huh. It was a blast..."

Ed eyed Thelma warily. She was answering questions, but it was like she wasn't giving the full story - and it was NOT the expected tale of woe and injustice! And that look in her eye... Holy shit! "Norma Jean!" Ed roared, "Get in here!"

Thelma's mother came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dishtowel, "What is it, Ed?" Norma Jean shared Thelma's dark, curly hair, but was built on a more robust scale - in fact, she was a looker, and two children hadn't really altered her that much from her high school days. "Oh, hi, Sweetie, how was the Prom?"

Thelma favored Grandma Trottmeier, rather than her mother; there was some confusion in the family how, during the period when "The Wizard of Oz" was a popular new picture, someone who distinctly resembled the villainess managed to collect a husband. The popular theorem, uttered only behind closed doors, was that she somehow tripped Grandpa Trottmeier and fell under him, becoming instantly pregnant. But Grandpa had never been known to complain, and had sired Norma Jean, a sister, and two brothers on Grandma before they apparently discovered birth control. Ed, looking at the dreamy look on Thelma's face as she replied, "Oh, it was wonderful, Momma!" experienced the beginnings of enlightenment.

Norma Jean processed her daughter's reply and turned raised eyebrows on her spouse, who directed, "Maw, go take a look out the door and tell me if there's a car there."

Norma Jean nodded and went up the stairs to the main level, where a quick glance revealed Jimmy's BMW and a bit more. She pitched her voice to carry down the short stair, "Yeah, there is, Paw."

Ed locked eyes with Thelma, who, for the moment, was confused. "Is it Miz Kelleher's car?"

"Nope," drifted down the stairs.

Thelma caught up and her eyes widened as Ed asked, "Who's in it?"

Norma Jean chuckled as she replied, "Nobody. But there's a boy standin' next to it holdin' Thelma's overnight bag like it's burnin' him..."

Thelma's eyes rolled up and she went away for awhile... 

Ed lurched up to collect his fainting daughter. Fortunately, he was fast and she was light, or she'd have collected a knot on her head from the table edge. He dropped her in the chair and directed, "Go ask the boy in, Maw. I'm thinkin' he has a tale to tell."

Norma Jean threw open the door. "Howdy. You want to bring that on in?"

Danny froze like a felon in a spotlight, and Ed, joining Norma Jean in the doorway, chuckled, "You're about as subtle as Thelma, I see..."

Norma Jean looked behind him. "Where is she?" she murmured.

Ed showed more teeth than a shark, and whispered, "Fainted dead away at the mention of her overnight bag. I wonder why?" Eyes like gun barrels tracked Danny as he shuffled up the walk.

Danny took a shot: "Thelma left her overnight bag. Amy-"

"Ain't here, and hasn't been, either, 'less I miss my guess!" Ed cut him off. "C'mon in, son, let's get to know one another."

Danny let himself be shepherded through the door, then caught sight of Thelma, collapsed in a chair. "Thelma!" Ed, watching him, didn't detect his feet touching the stairs as he flew down them and scooped Thelma up. "What happened?" Danny seemed to grow three inches in every direction as his brows came down in accusation.

Ed exchanged glances with his wife. "She fainted dead away when Maw told us about you standin' out there with her overnight bag..." Ed replied blandly, "Maybe you could tell us why that might happen?"

"Uuuhh!" Danny turned distinctly green.

"Maybe you oughta sit down," Norma Jean interjected, "You don't look so good!"

Danny plopped into a chair, just as Thelma began to stir in his arms. Her eyes popped open and focused on Danny. "Hi, Baby," she murmured, nuzzling his neck, "How come you're..." She froze, taking in her surroundings.

Norma Jean examined her nails. "So, why don't y'all tell us about the Prom?" she drawled sweetly.

Thelma sat stock still for a moment, then hopped up. "Okay, but I've GOT to get out of this dress! I'll be right back!" She ran out of the room, floating on her second burst of adrenaline in three minutes, and took the switchback of the stairs to the second level.

This left an extremely uncomfortable Danny eye to eye with both of Thelma's parents. By mutual consent, nobody opened the subject of the meeting; Norma Jean settled upon inconsequentials and hostessing. "Would y'all like somethin' to drink?" she asked brightly. "A coke?"

Danny, wishing he could ask for something with enough alcohol in it to make him instantly comatose, murmured, "That'll be fine."

"In a glass? Ice?" Norma Jean prompted.

"No need to go to any trouble..." Danny deprecated.

"We've got time..."

Upstairs, Thelma rapidly zipped herself out of the party dress and reached into her underwear drawer for a pair of plain cotton panties - the REAL reason she had bolted. She couldn't face the prospect of the third degree by her parents while bare-assed - it was just too much of a mental handicap! Besides, if... Thelma shuddered, unable to even complete the thought. She stepped into shorts and threw a spaghetti-strap top over her head, then dashed for the stairs - Danny was unarmed down there!

Norma Jean handed Danny the coke and announced, "I think we oughta go upstairs to the parlor." Everybody rose and adjourned to the living room on the mid level, Ed waving Danny onto the couch while he and Norma Jean took chairs across the coffee table. Danny glanced around for a coaster, found one and deployed his drink on it as Thelma crashed down the stairs. Seeing the setup, she sat on the couch next to Danny, but at a distance designed to lend an air of plausible deniability (an effort that was ALREADY totally wasted).

Knowing the there would be no private opportunity to put their heads together, Danny probed for some clue to how deep the water was, "So, how bad is this?"

Thelma frowned. "Not too bad, I hope! I was only a few seconds from letting the cat out of the bag when Daddy beat me to the draw... I was going to discuss the other problem with Momma tonight some time, after the uproar settled a bit - hypothetically."

Ed grinned. "You'da never made it!"

"Huh?" Thelma retorted.

"Get up an' walk over to the stairs an' back," Ed directed. Puzzled, Thelma did so. "You see it?" Ed asked Danny.

Danny looked crestfallen, "Yeh."

"What?" Thelma's usual irritation surfaced, mixed with her confusion. "What is it?"

Norma Jean smiled gently, "Sweetie, aside from the fact that you probably glow in the dark, and you aren't raising Hell about anything, you walk like you were rode hard an' put up wet..." Thelma's face fell as she threw a shocked glance at Danny, who nodded soberly. "Why don't y'all start from the beginnin'?"

Thelma diffidently settled next to Danny, who sat a moment, took a breath, and began, "I think it all started when Dina Nellis shook the place up..."

Thelma looked surprised, murmuring, "I'd have started with Amy, but you're right!" Seeing her parents watchful silence, she took up the tale, "Dina came roaring in wearing clothes and makeup that made her look like a black and white photo of herself, and once she had everybody's attention, she started doing wild stuff like baring her tits. This got some guys to watching her to the point of totally ignoring their dates - until somebody developed a defense... Who was that?"

"Twyla Banks," Danny supplied. "Pretty surprising, really - she was dressed pretty hot, for her, to start with! Way I heard it, she told her date that he could look at Dina's tits, or he could TOUCH hers... I don't have to tell you how THAT went!" Danny grinned in spite of himself. Ed just eyed him, and the grin disappeared.

Thelma took over, "Things got a lot looser at that point; basically, Dina took control of the party from the Prom court, and they knew it, even though they had to go through the motions. Couples started breaking up..."

"Why?" Norma Jean wanted to know.

Danny took over, sensing that Thelma couldn't approach the matter correctly. "A lot of the 'A' group - especially the girls - are, uh, ornamental - they're with their boyfriends to get seen by others, not because they have any interest in the guys. They're all show and no go. Guys have a term for it..."

Ed nodded, "Prick tease?"

Danny smiled gratitude, while Ed took 'the look' from the women. "Yeh. Lately, there's been some backlash on the whole idea; the 'A' group has been takin' some heat from the group Dina's with about what's right and fair in a relationship. Well, some of the girls at the Prom saw opportunities to steal away 'A' group boys by makin' them a better offer... The 'look but don't touch' set started comin' apart, including the King and Queen."

"That's where Amy comes in," Thelma took up the tale. "Dina and her boyfriend were doing some highly-visible matchmaking, and when Rob and Claudette crashed hard in front of everybody, she got big ideas, and went to ask Dina to hook her up with Rob. Dina told her she was outgunned, and, anyway, ought to settle for somebody steady - then she recommended Jimmy Hightower."

"Why is this important?" Ed asked, frowning.

"Because Jimmy and I run together," Danny supplied, "just as Amy and Thelma do."

Thelma nodded, "So Dina proceeded to add us to the equation. When Amy told me, I had a fit - I'd been standing around for three hours without dancing with anybody, and Amy comes back to tell me she plans to drape herself on Skinny Jimmy Hightower - oh, and by the way, why don't I make nice with Danny? You can imagine..."

Both parents grimaced; they had good reason to know how Thelma could get. Danny took it up, "Well, I got to SEE and HEAR it! Bobby came around to collect Jimmy and well, Jimmy had a thing for Amy anyway, so he didn't take any persuading. Me, on the other hand - well, Bobby had to go to some lengths. A lot of stuff got said - guy stuff, big ego stroking..." Danny glanced around, sheepish, hoping Ed would rescue him.

He didn't. "Like what?" he growled.

"Well," Danny hung his head, "Stuff like reminding me that she WAS female, and might be trainable - that kind of thing. Drawing pictures of possible relationships... Sorry, Thel - I didn't know you then, and you weren't any too appetizing." Thelma shrugged. She was hurt, but... Danny continued, "I still wasn't that hot on the whole thing until Bobby let go a couple of things he supposedly got from Amy: Supposedly, Thelma's bad temper had everything to do with lackanookie, and that she was nursing a fantasy that it was gonna happen on Prom night." He eyed Thelma sidelong. "Bobby said that knowing that ought to put me in the driver's seat. Since I knew Jimmy was gone, anyway, I rolled over, figuring that a slim chance was better than none..."

"Good Lord!" Norma Jean hit the roof! "What a bunch of terrible things to say! Where did Bobby get that load of..."

"From Amy, Momma," Thelma cut her off, red as a beet. "And, unfortunately, it was all true. If anybody knows my troubles, it's Amy." Ed and Norma Jean both looked like they'd been slapped, but Ed got a funny look on his face as understanding set in.

Danny nodded his head. "I thought he was just jerking my chain, but I didn't really have anything to lose... Now I think about it, I haven't caught either of them in a lie, yet!"

"Me neither," Thelma agreed. "While Bobby was drawing dirty pictures for Danny, Dina was shrinking my head, reminding me that I wasn't doing too well, and couldn't afford to be picky." She reached up and touched her nose, remembering Dina's physical reminder, causing the other three to wonder just what she was thinking. "She was vicious - gave me a serious reality check, then told me that if I kept my mouth shut, I'd at least be able to claim I'd danced. And she made it sound like she didn't expect me to accomplish THAT!"

Danny grunted, "Bobby's parting shot was that I should stomp on you if you opened your mouth - remind you that boys weren't exactly waiting in line..."

Thelma grinned, "He did, too! I started acting up right away, and Danny let me know in no uncertain terms that I was blowing my one shot at a good time right out the window! Dina had just hammered me the same way, so I backed off and followed him out onto the dance floor." Both Thelma and Danny paused at that point, and shared a glance.

Thelma's parents waited a moment, then Norma Jean prompted, "Then what happened?"

Danny's face took on this incredibly fond expression, "Then things got really sweet..." The look said a hundred things, and the women, in particular, read them all. After a moment, Danny gathered himself and continued, "Thelma's kinda pleasant to hold... I ain't no dancer, so I slipped up a couple of times, but she took it. I figured if we worked a little closer, things would be more stable - and they were! - but I got distracted..."

"Oh? You just snuggled up?" Norma Jean eyed Thelma askance.

"Well, I gave it some thought, but he was being a perfect gentleman... He stepped on my foot and was all apologetic - then he said they were pretty!"

Danny shrugged, confused. "So? They are..."

Thelma's face lit with pleasure. "Thank you, Baby."

Danny, still confused, replied, "You're welcome..." He couldn't figure out what the deal was. It was eleven o'clock, the sun was out, Thelma had pretty feet. All facts. So?

Norma Jean looked at Danny, then at her daughter's glowing face, and got it. Danny was totally artless; if he said something, very probably there was no subtext, no underlying scheme - the surface layer was all there was! If he offered to dance closer, it was probably because it made the system more rigid, easier to predict, more stable... 

Thelma's hand had stolen into Danny's, and their eyes were locked. Despite the threat across the table, they were drifting off into a world of their own. Ed wrenched them back by clearing his throat and rumbling, "You got distracted?"

Danny grinned distractedly, remembering, "Yeh. We were up close, and it was a new experience. Thelma felt good, and smelled good... I remembered some remark Bobby McCormick made to Jimmy about kissing girls on the neck..."

"I came UNGLUED!" Thelma exclaimed.

"I figured I'd stepped in it. I figured she was gonna slap the Hell out of me, or kick the shit out of me, or both! Instead, she got real cuddly..."

Thelma grinned ruefully. "By then, I wasn't just doing Amy a favor any more - things had gone 'way beyond that! Outside stuff didn't matter any more..."

"Yeh," Danny agreed. Ed looked at the pair and ruminated on the fact that for a fella who seemed a little slow, Danny had a certain gift for understatement... 

Doug Franken stuck his head around the stairwell balcony wall from the upstairs level. The sound of an unknown voice had caused him to go into stealth mode; he didn't want to run headlong into one of Maw or Paw's friends and have to make nice while the adults yammered on about how big or cute he was or whatever. What bullshit! At twelve, he was beyond such things - they were no longer compliments, but rather indications that they had not yet realized that he was an adult!

This, however, was different! Sis was sitting on the couch with a boy! A big 'un, too! Looked like Maw and Paw were givin' 'em the third degree, too! No THIS was grist for the teasing mill - something no self- respecting brother could pass up! He settled in to collect his blackmail material.

Dougie didn't have long to wait; Paw's next question opened up new vistas: "Okay, so, this sounds all very nice and romantic, but you two went a good deal beyond this, didn't you?"

"Yeh," Danny's eyes hooded. "I kinda put the whole thing away at the Prom - what we were doing was good enough for me. Thelma was... totally different! I was so surprised... Jimmy was, too; I think Amy was floored. It was just... good!"

Thelma's eyes were dreamy. "I couldn't seem to get mad - didn't want to try, things were just too good. The only thing that bothered me was not knowing when it would end..." She leaned against Danny and sighed.

Danny unconsciously extracted his hand from Thelma's in order to wrap his arm around her shoulder. The momentary flicker of unhappiness the extraction caused went away immediately as the arm settled around her shoulder, and she reached for the other hand, which Danny made available without comment. "Anyway, we weren't ready to call it a night when the band did at the Prom, so we went to breakfast. I don't normally go out that late, but I'd have lugged garbage cans to keep things going..."

"We got to the restaurant, and Dina's bunch arrived right behind us. Jimmy knows Terry Michaels, so they kinda sucked us in, adding us to the group, and we took over a couple of booths at the back." Danny gave Thelma a significant glance.

Thelma shrugged. "It's what they want to know..."

Danny was really worried. What the Hell was gonna happen when they finished telling this? Would he be able to see Thelma again? Was this smart? "Well, okay," he continued reluctantly, "Dina's bunch had been in those booths a while back and made 'em kinda legendary. The girls all gave their boyfriends a b - oral sex in the booth." Extreme discomfort followed the parental reaction of surprised disapproval; Danny added, "I told you Dina was kinda wild. Actually, the group is more known for being intellectuals, and they're all stable couples - none of them play around, or anything. But Dina likes to shock people - it's her thing."

Norma Jean turned the fisheye on her daughter, "So, did history repeat itself?"

Danny pulled attention back to himself, "Yes and no. The waitresses were obviously expecting something, so Bobby decided to give it to them. The guys decided to return the favor, and Jimmy and I... participated."

Ed covered his face, and muttered in a pained voice, "Do I wanna hear this?" Despite the voice, he was hiding a chuckle behind those hands... 

Norma Jean wasn't working as hard at parental disapproval, "No, but she wants to tell us, bad!" Thelma had become animated and sat forward, then shut her mouth. She wanted to share the experience with her mother, badly - but Daddy? "Go ahead, Sweetie, but keep it clean..."

"It was... It was... Ohmigod!" Thelma found she didn't have words.

Danny came to the rescue, quietly. "She seemed to enjoy it... I, uh, think she's gonna be a little bit famous for a while..."

Norma Jean turned a significant glance on Ed, "Momma was a screamer."

Ed looked back, surprised, "Worse'n you?"

Norma Jean nodded, eyes dancing. Danny bit his lips and his eyes watered from his efforts, but the laugh escaped anyway. He covered his face while his shoulders shook.

Thelma hung her head, red faced. "I wasn't alone - there were six of us - but I was the loudest. I... got applause!" She ruminated a bit. "Afterwards, I had a meltdown. I just knew that it either all had to be a dream, or - worse - the whole thing was gonna end and I'd be that much worse off! The girls dragged me off to the Ladies Room and told me to buck up - I was my own worst enemy! So I tried to just settle down and accept things..."

Dougie's eyes were as wide as saucers! Sis had had her muff dived on! In public! Hell, if she was famous, maybe he was, too! Cool! Who'd have thought that Sis was a wild chick?

Norma Jean had undercut Ed quite a bit, but he managed a halfway serious mien as he pressed, "Awright, that was... interesting..." (he managed to manufacture a glare) "but it doesn't result in walking bowlegged. Surely you didn't do THAT at the restaurant, too?"

"Uh, no," Danny responded, "We went to Jimmy's. He has a pool and a uh, cabana. After breakfast, we went there."

Ed rolled his eyes, "Not the old 'Oops! No swimsuits!' gag?"

Danny shrugged. Thelma smiled, remembering. "Well, not quite. They DID have SOME stuff in the changing room - but about all that fit were some filmy pool wraps. Amy called her mom and, well, led her to believe that we were coming here, and told me that she was planning on having sex with Jimmy. She figured that Danny would be a good boy if I asked him to."

Two sets of suspicious parental eyes settled on Danny. "She was wrong, I take it?" Ed offered.

"Oh, no!" Thelma threw out both hands in negation, "He was a perfect gentleman!" She sat for a moment, while the obligatory glares settled on her, and continued, "I wanted it, bad! Things were just perfect! It was a dream come true! But I was scared, so I asked him what he would do if I asked to be taken home. He said he'd do it... Then I asked him if I DID do that, would he call me, afterward. He got up and wandered off..."

Heads turned to Danny for an explanation. "I got up to go get her dress, and to find something to write her number on! Then she stops me and asks what I'm up to..." Danny looked confused and truculent.

Thelma and her mother shared a glance. Ed nodded in slow understanding. Norma Jean said gently, "It was a test, Danny. And you not only maxed it, you got extra credit!"

"And then?" Ed asked, dreading the reply.

Thelma sat up straight and looked her father in the eye, "Then I asked him to take me to bed!"

Ed threw up his hands and rolled his eyes, but Norma Jean murmured, "Well, what do you expect?" Turning to Thelma, she clarified, "There WAS a bed?"

Thelma nodded, and Danny amplified, "The pool house is fully done up - like a studio apartment. Jimmy and I spend a lot of time there; Jimmy's mom can be a pain."

Ed eyed him, "So, what do ya know about rubbers?"

"They're an uncomfortable pain in the ass!" Danny erupted feelingly.

Ed sat back, smiling. Catching Norma Jean's eye, he chuckled, "I see what you mean - there's a lot to like about the boy." Seeing Danny's confused expression, he murmured, "Recent experience, right?"

"Well," Danny glanced at Thelma, quickly, "Yeah!"

"I figgered from the way you said it..."

"Oh. Yeh." Danny nodded and sat back.

"Speaking of Jimmy's mother," Norma Jean pressed, "Where was she?"

"She was there last night, but we sneaked the girls in - she didn't know 'til this morning," Danny sighed. "This is the second one of these we've sat through this morning..."

"And his dad?" Ed prompted.

"His dad knew, but was cool about it," Danny replied. "Jimmy's dad kinda helps him duck his mom sometimes; she's all over Jimmy like a blanket - he can't breathe!" He grinned. "He supplied the rubbers."

"That reminds me, Baby," Thelma interjected, "Jimmy's mom was about to fry Amy and you dragged her off - and when she came back everything was cool! What did you say to her? And who did you call on the phone?"

Danny frowned, "Well, you can't tell anybody - even Amy, although she'll figure it out sooner or later... Jimmy's mom figured Amy for a gold- digger."

"Huh?" Thelma was nonplussed.

"She figured that Amy was after Jimmy for his money."

"But Jimmy isn't rich," Thelma argued. "His grandpa owns a car dealer, but that isn't rich!"

Danny grinned. "It took me a while, but I realized it a couple of years ago. Think about it - what do you figure it cost to fix up the pool house?"

"Oh. OH!" The light dawned.

"Yeh," Danny grinned, "Jimmy's dad is some kinda banker. I figure Jimmy's worth a few million, at least. Jimmy's dad likes to keep a low profile, but I kept running into stuff at Jimmy's that I recognized as real - and expensive, because it was so much nicer that the cheap artificial stuff I had... Jimmy doesn't even know - he's lived like that all his life - but I could tell."

"So what happened with his mom?" Thelma asked, mystified.

"She was gonna let the cat out of the bag - and then nothing Amy could say would help her. I dragged her away and called Dina and had her tell Jimmy's mom why she hooked them up. Money didn't enter into it, but the fact that Amy is sweet tempered and a good match for Jimmy did - so Jimmy's mom settled down." Danny looked smug.

Ed was impressed, in spite of himself. "Well, seems like I can't yell at ya too much..." he drawled. "We ain't scared ya off?"

"Nah." Danny gazed into Thelma's eyes, "I don't think so." She slid a palm along his mildly scratchy cheek.

Dougie had heard it all and could contain himself no longer! "Thelma's got a boy-friend!" he caroled, popping his head around the corner, "Thelma got her ashes hauled!"

"You little shit!" Thelma was up in a flash, fuming as she rushed up the stairs. Dougie's laughter, mixed with further taunts, drifted toward the back of the house.

"Hard ta stomp ya for what appears to have been a public service," Ed observed, "but I got concerns... I don't want her even MORE unhappy..."

"Jeez!" Danny rolled his eyes, "Is EVERYBODY gonna ask me that question? Look, I can't make guarantees - but she makes me as happy as I make her! Okay? We're not done! If I get MY way, we're not even STARTED yet!"

This revelation penetrated to Thelma as she was chasing her little brother back down the stairs, to the sound of his screeching glee. She stopped dead, eyes huge. They fastened on Danny, but she addressed Norma Jean: "Momma, we've got to talk!"

"Sweetie?" Norma Jean turned toward her daughter.

"Rubbers - don't cut it! I-We..."

Norma Jean sighed, "I'll call the doctor." Ed rubbed at his face.

Dougie came back to find out why he wasn't being chased to find his sister crawling all over her new boyfriend, "Ewwww!"

Ed got up and looked at his son, "For once, I'm in total agreement." Turning toward the couch he rumbled, "Don't make a mess, you two! C'mon, Maw, I want some coffee!" He strode out. Norma Jean followed, but she stopped at the door for a last fond glance. "Maybe we'll get a little peace around here..." she observed wistfully, and followed her husband downstairs.



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Chapter 133: Sunday Afternoon


Rick and Mandi made their way home via Mandi's house. On entry, they believed themselves to be alone in the house, but as they passed Denise's room, it became apparent that they were not. Mandi peeked in to find Denise and Eddie in bed, conversing in that relaxed, logical manner that lovers can only manage after the fires of passion have been thoroughly quenched. "Hi, Sis, whatcha talking about?"

"We're picking out the china pattern," Denise retorted sarcastically, then grinned to take the sting out as Mandi and Rick sidled into the room. She didn't bother to cover her naked breasts - Rick was the one man alive she figured had better things to do than to letch over her. Eddie, on the other hand, made sure the sheet covered him to the waist.

"I stopped to pick up some clothes," Mandi replied, unruffled. "Pick out anything nice?"

Denise stuck her tongue out at her sister and grinned. "Naw, they're all too traditional. Eddie and I have time - we're stuck for a couple of years yet. But what's this about clothes? You don't need any where YOU'RE going!" Denise's grin turned feral.

Mandi chuckled. Putting hands on hips and pretending offense, she announced, "I needed some flat sandals! So there!"

Denise laughed. "I get such a kick out of that - I've GOT to go over and see it. After all, I'M the one who is SUPPOSED to be an exhibitionist..."

Mandi smiled ruefully. "Exactly! It's not my thing - which is why it's so important..." Rick nodded in support. "Where's Momma?"

"Still at McCormick's apparently," Denise replied. "How long do you figure we've got before old man McCormick lowers the boom?"

Mandi shook her head. "I don't know; Momma loves him, and I'm pretty sure it's mutual. Dina's right about Bobby - he's got a positive talent for saying something ungodly, but he ALWAYS tells the truth! And I'm guessing it comes from his father..."

"I don't see why she's holding out..." Denise muttered, shaking her head. "The man's crazy about her - even I can see THAT!"

"Well," Mandi sighed, "a lot of it has to do with the crater Daddy put in her self-respect. And then there's the noble parent thing... Thing is..." She waved at Rick.

"Yeah," Denise agreed, "We're moving on in our own directions."

"Well, with any luck, he'll manage to get her to come in from the cold. She sure deserves it!" Mandi sighed. "See you later! I'm going to Rick's! Bye, Eddie!" The boys nodded and waved to one another; neither had said a word during the exchange.

Mandi and Rick left Mandi's house, arriving at Rick's very quickly. As soon as she was in the door, Mandi shucked out of her shorts and top, divesting herself of her bra almost as quickly. She slipped on a pair of thongs, and sighed, "Thank God! Those heels were MISERABLE!" Rick grinned as she nonchalantly folded her outerwear and laid it on the stairs beside the overnight bag he'd carried in for her. He fondled her ass gently as the pair made their way to the kitchen, where the only sounds of occupancy were coming from.

On entry into the kitchen, they found Dina, Bobby, and Robert lounging at the table while Merry and another woman, nude, worked to prepare a light lunch. Bobby looked up, grinning, "The slave quarters are getting crowded around here!"

Mandi regarded the other nude woman in bemused surprise until Merry stepped in to do the introductions, "Mandi, this is Belle. She became a slave of my master last night. Belle, this is Mandi. She belongs to Rick, who is my son. I believe you may have met in another life..."

Both of the women were a bit embarrassed by the circumstances. Belle was working on her third or fourth shock; Bobby and Dina were bad enough, what with Dina's obviously "normal" status and Bobby's blithe acceptance accompanied by rude comments, but another slave? And she DID recognize Rick, and it was apparent that HE recognized HER! Altogether, it presented a new level of humiliation and embarrassment for her.

Rick, however, got a grip on himself rather rapidly and managed a mere nod of recognition.

Belle got a good look at the blonde Amazon that Rick had in tow and was deeply impressed. Mandi, for her part, wondered vaguely just how many women Robert intended to enslave? This new woman wasn't as impressive as Merry, who was quite the fox for her age; she was a bit heavier, with larger breasts - generally a bit wider all over. Not bad, but... Why had Robert bothered with her?

Robert, however, had an agenda. "Well, I see that I have a car again," he remarked, gathering Rick's attention. "Just in time, too - I have plans for the afternoon. It became apparent last night that we are ill-equipped to properly chastise ONE slave, never mind THREE! I believe that we need to create a proper area for the conduct of any training we might undertake in the family room downstairs. I want to wander out to the Sex Shoppe and collect some more equipment, and perhaps some documents and ideas for the creation of proper training stations. What do you think?"

Rick eyed Mandi. "Sounds like a plan, Pop."

"I also need to outfit Belle, here. She has no proper collar. I'm thinking that I'll take them both - that way I can get either one of them or both fitted with whatever strikes my fancy. I need to talk to that fellow - Alvin? - about the photographs, too." He turned and eyed the older pair of slaves, "Of course, it would be nice if they were properly dressed for travel... Something matching, don't you think? Something easy to get in and out of, suggestive, and effective in various sizes..."

"Hey, Rick, what about that wraparound rig Auntie Helen wore the day you sicced her on me? It worked well on her, and she's hefty and has those huge tits..."

Dina snapped her fingers, "Cool! It's a wraparound dress, Pop! Easy to get in and out of, shows a lot of leg and can be worn loose enough to show the bust, yet it isn't an ABSOLUTE incitement to riot..."

"Great!" Robert enthused, "Would you know where to buy such a thing? On a Sunday?"

"I do," Mandi submitted meekly.

"Good!" Rick replied, grinning like a shark, "You can go along and get one, too! That way you'll match!" He met his father's eye, shrugging, "Hey, if it's what she wants..."

Robert turned to his daughter, "Dina, would you do the honors?"

Dina swept her eyes over the trio that had just been delivered into her clutches and smiled an evil smile. "Sure, Pop! When? Can I take Bobby along?"

"Right after lunch, I should think. Sure, Bobby can go, as long as he behaves himself. I'm sure that his wit will be instructive in certain quarters. Hurry, lazy slaves! I'm hungry! I'm sure YOU want to eat, too!" This outburst was primarily for Belle's benefit, and it had its effect - she quit gaping and hurriedly went back to her sandwich making.

Rick paddled Mandi on the ass and nodded toward the work going on at the counter. Mandi took the hint and took up a position to Belle's right, inserting herself into the workflow. Lunch took no time at all to prepare.

Nate Adams staggered out of the laundramat, lugging his laundry. He was carrying a basket of folded clothes and had a bag of less important stuff over his shoulder. He was, therefore, ill-equipped to meet the large, pugnacious looking fellow that stepped out of the car at the curb. "Mr. Adams?"

"Uh, yeah," Nate admitted, "Whatcha want?" He attempted to look truculent, but one look at this guy and he knew he was fucked, if it came to that. "If Ma owes you money, you won't get it from me!"

"That's not at issue, Mr. Adams," the giant said, in a strangely educated voice, "Would you like a ride home?"

Nate eyed the giant. "Do I got any choice?"

The giant smiled, gently, "Not really."

Nate shrugged, and the huge specimen opened the trunk of the car, and, taking the laundry basket from him, placed it and then the bag in it. Nate half-expected to follow, but it didn't happen; instead, the giant merely waved at the passenger door. Nate shrugged and got in. What the Hell... 

As the car pulled away from the curb, the giant said, "I imagine your curiosity is piqued..."

"Yeh," Nate admitted, "You could say that."

"I am in the indirect employ of one Armand Wilson," the giant began, "Do you recognize the name?"

"Nora's dad?" Nate wasn't REALLY guessing.

"The same," the giant agreed.

"An' you're here to tell me to lay off, or else, right?" Nate made an effort to appear aggressive.

"That would be a bit late, wouldn't it?" the giant chuckled. "According to my information, if I were here to prevent you from parting the young lady from her virginity, I'm several hours late!"

Nate got a little green at the gills. "Then, I figger you're here to stomp my ass for doin' it?"

The giant chuckled again. "You'll no doubt be pleased to hear that that is also not on the agenda."

"Then, whatthefuck?" Nate shrugged, grimacing.

"Mr. Wilson wants you to know that at this point he approves of both you and your liaison with his daughter," the giant rumbled. "I should think - although this exceeds my instructions as to what information I am to convey to you - that you are in no danger from Mr. Wilson or his representatives - unless you have any intention of treating Miss Nora poorly. If THAT were the case, I should advise you that merely leaving town is inadequate protection."

"Uh HUH!" Nate responded, thinking, 'Well, I ain't got no sense... ' "Okay. You can tell Mr. Wilson that, whether he likes it or not, I plan to keep Nora as mine! Mebbe I'll git seven or eight kids on her!" The giant turned to regard him steadily, and Nate backpedaled furiously, "We'd be married, though..."

The giant's eyes laughed. "That appears to reside within acceptable scenarios, at this point. I'm sure your conduct will dictate the future."

"Awright," Nate sighed, giving up on the macho act, "You can tell Nora's daddy that I don' wanna do nothin' but right by her - she's finer'n I deserve, an' I got no interest in fuckin' it up..."

The cell telephone at the giant's hip went off, and he took the call, listened briefly, and handed the phone to a bemused Nate. The voice on the other end of the line said, "See that you don't." in an icy voice, and Nate's eyeballs stood from their sockets! He stared at the phone in disbelief; this was too fuckin' scary for words! Gingerly, he put the phone back to his ear and quavered, "Mr. Wilson?"

"Indeed." A wry chuckle followed this confirmation. "Mr. Adams, I am operating under the impression that both you and my daughter have some untapped potential. Should I detect you trying to tap it, I may be inclined to provide the pair of you with opportunities to excel. Should you succeed in executing on these opportunities, others will surface; basically, the sky's the limit. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Adams?"

"Yeh, I think so," Nate replied, somewhat perplexed. "What is it that I gotta do?"

"For starters, you can make my daughter happy," the voice replied - and the phone went dead.

Nate turned wide eyes on the giant. "That was really him?"

The giant nodded soberly.

"An' he keeps tabs that close?" Nate worried.

Another nod. "You'd be surprised. He knows about you, and your mother..."

Nate hung his head. "Shit."

The giant smiled. "He considers her a cross that you have been bearing well. He'd probably pay to have her dried out, if you wished..."

Nate shook his head, "Nah. Sober, she'd be that much more unhappy. Someday soon, one of her motherfuckin' bastard boyfriends is gonna give her some bad stuff, an' put her outta her misery. Or send her out to turn a bad trick. Sucks, but that's the way it is. Some folk just can't deal wit' real life. Mama's one of 'em. Makin' her clean an'sober wouldn't be doin' her no favors."

Witherspoon's operative held his piece. The fact that Wilson would be just as likely to order such a scenario set up was something that it was best to let the boy stumble onto himself - no need to saddle him with undeserved guilt if she should be found in an alley in the near future - with or without Armand Wilson's assistance.

The car pulled up to the curb behind Nate's rattletrap, across the street from the project 'apartment' he shared with his mother, and the giant got out and opened the trunk. As he inserted the key, he eyed Nate, "A word of advice: Take it easy with Nora until the Pill takes hold; Mr. Wilson is handling THAT, too." Nate nodded, somewhat bemused. Before he handed Nate his clothing, the giant stuck out his hand, "Good luck, Mr. Adams - although a person with your understanding of the realities of life really doesn't need it. I'll be seeing you."

Nate shook the hand, and numbly collected his laundry. Sheeit! Life just got REAL interesting!

Armand Wilson put down the phone. In the interim, Felicia had been sent out to clean up, Charles had returned to his duties, and Consuela to hers, leaving Armand to study the materials gathered by Witherspoon's people at some length. But his mind, at this point, was on something else... Picking up the house phone, he directed Jason, "Bring Felicia in - and send for Charles."

Jason entered the room a few moments later, with Felicia in tow. "Ah, Felicia. Come here, Dear." Felicia came and stood before him, head down. Armand gazed upon her, "Whatever am I going to do with you?" Felicia, knowing the question was rhetoric, flicked sad eyes up at him before resuming her examination of her feet.

"I think you know by now," Armand continued, "that you will be unable to fulfill the role that brought you into my orbit." Felicia nodded. "Usually, such partings are just a fact of life - but in your case, I believe that I may have left you in a condition unsuitable for return to the outside world." Felicia blinked at this, and began to look really worried. Did this mean that Armand intended to dispose of her in some way? Sell her as the slave she now was? Kill her? Armand could be brutal; it was a basic component of his nature. While she'd never seen him kill, she had heard him speak of the idea of killing as if it were a tool to be employed when necessary, like any other. A hundred scenarios floated chaotically through her mind.

Armand picked up Charles as he came through the door, and parked him with his eyes. Jason, standing close enough to be able to respond to Armand's wishes, picked up this byplay and was, for him, visibly unhappy.

Armand resumed, "Tell me, Dear: do you enjoy sex?"

Felicia raised her eyes, searching his for the correct answer. "Yes, Sir."

Armand shook his head. "Honesty is what I require here, Dear. I'll phrase the question differently: Do you enjoy sex - and the other things that have come to be included with it?"

Felicia frowned. "Um, yes and no, Sir."

"Ah," Armand smiled. "You enjoy sex, but the other little vicissitudes aren't necessarily pleasant?"

Felicia nodded brightly, a smile appearing on her face. Armand nodded. "Tell me, do you find that you have come the point where you wish to enjoy sex often? Perhaps a bit TOO often?" The smile slipped away. Armand was right; he'd used her in ways that went beyond the norm, regularly, for over a month. Now, she looked forward to it, expected it, desired it, in ways and quantities that would destroy her modeling career and leave her unsuited for any employment - except, perhaps, as a streetwalker. Death stared her in the face.

Armand set the next barb. "While you're thinking about it, let's look at those other little vicissitudes; do you really think you can do without them?"

Tears leaked from her eyes. Over the last month, Armand had inextricably linked pleasure with humiliation and pain in her. The real question, perhaps, was whether he had actively damaged her, or merely opened the door to something already there... Her greatest pleasures came when she surrendered herself to the will of another. And the more unpleasant that service... 

"Obviously, you're aware of the answer, but it is best to get it into the open, don't you think?" Armand prompted.

"I'm a slut, Sir." Felicia couldn't even remember the last time she had called him Armand. "And the... other things... are important to me."

"You understand, then, why I believe that returning you to your modeling career would be a disservice?" Armand asked. Felicia nodded. "There are several options, but I prefer the simplest - don't you?"

Felicia cringed. Armand blinked, frowned. "Ah. Euthanasia IS an option, but it would be complicated, and manifestly unfair to you. I have something else in mind - another position, here." Felicia looked up, excited. "Best to listen first!" Armand warned. She subsided immediately. Armand shook his head; it was like having a pet... A dog, though, cats were too independent. Yes, she's a bitch... "I propose to keep you as a house slave," he announced. "Your official duties would be to bring pleasure to those of my guests whom I should designate to you - whatever they ask for. You understand?"

Felicia nodded, her face a study as she considered the implications. Armand continued, "As such, you would be a display piece, an objet d'art, visible - nude - in the household, almost constantly. This is the closest I can come to providing you the exhibitionistic joys of your modeling career. I may... modify... you, from time to time, as it pleases me - but without intent to damage you permanently. Nipple rings, and a chain to depend between them for your guidance, perhaps. What do you think, Charles?"

Charles, caught short by the shift of attention, flicked a glance at Jason. There would be trouble over this... "Tastefully done, it could be quite nice, Sir. Perhaps a set to run from a collar on her neck to the nipples, too, for balance?"

Armand raised eyebrows and nodded, "Quite." Returning his attention to Felicia, he resumed, "As a slave, you would be the lowest of the low in my household. This is for two reasons: No one else is an acknowledged slave, and I will require the assistance of the household staff to keep you finely tuned for the purpose of pleasuring my guests and to keep your appetites slaked while I am engaged in other pursuits." He eyed her for a moment. "You will also provide a constant, living example of perfect obedience for others to contemplate. Should you fail at this in some particular, I will punish you severely. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Sir." Was he Master yet?

Armand, watching her, nodded. "This is an offer - you have not accepted, yet. Jason, get onto my lawyers - I wish to have as much legal control over Felicia as is consistent with current law, under the circumstances." Returning his attention to Felicia, he continued, "The upside? I will provide for your health care, housing, and a small disposable income - which, since I will be dictating your modes of dress, you needn't worry about depleting by the purchase of clothing. I will also see to your eventual release and retirement, ensuring that you can live in comfort, should I predecease you or you leave my employ. But do not misunderstand me: To the outside world, you may be an employee, but slavery is your reality, and you live and die by my will." His dark eyes locked hypnotically with hers. "This state will occur indefinitely, at my will. I may at some point decide to dispense with you, by whatever means - as a gift to a guest, perhaps. Or I may merely release you into the wild in your current state - I believe that you have already contemplated this..." Felicia gulped, nodding.

"You will never leave the house, except in the company of one of the staff who will be suitably equipped to control any foolish ideas you might have about obtaining your freedom against my will. You may petition for your freedom at any time - but I will grant or ignore such petitions at my will, and you will have no choice but to abide by my decisions."

"You will be vessel for the pleasures of those I designate, be they male, female, or some confused state between. And you will do anything that they wish that does not appear to involve permanent physical damage. These activities may bleed over into areas that we have not delved into; if so, you will add them to your repertoire without comment or prejudgment, and at least pretend to enjoy them. These will be your standard instructions in such matters. Do you understand?" Felicia nodded. "Questions?"

"Will you use me?" Felicia asked, tonelessly.

"Regularly. While you lack some qualities that I consider important in my primary relationships, your pliancy makes you a convenient vessel for my use. However, you should not expect that I will be your primary sexual partner, or that you will be mine. I may require your presence, and even your assistance, while I interview others for the position that you attempted to fulfill - but you are not in competition with such a one, and your place will always be secondary. A freewoman who I may eventually accept for said position may or may not be designated your Mistress, at my discretion. Whatever fallout should occur from such a circumstance would be another cross that you would be expected to bear. Anything else?"

"Uh, you've expressed some concerns for my safety..." Felicia worked hard at not flicking a glance at Jason - and almost succeeded.

"Ah," Armand nodded. "If I have slaves, I shall require an overseer. Since your position has been defined as that of a menial beneath the level of the inside staff, I see no conflict with having your activities controlled from outside their orbit." He turned his attention to Charles, "I believe that you worked for my esteemed uncle for a number of years before you entered my employ."

"I did, Sir."

"And, despite your talents, our requirements have been seriously demanding of your spare time?" Charles seldom left the compound. Speculation was that if he became highly visible to law enforcement, an old warrant might surface. These fears were grounded, although the statute of limitations for the offense involved had lapsed. It had been a "condition" of Charles' employment that he avoid such things; Armand's oblique mention of the issue was the first inkling Charles had that his current employer was aware of it. In fact, however, Armand had facilitated the occasional arrival of a hooker more for Charles' benefit than for the other 'yard boys', although he had always made it appear otherwise. Armand saw an opportunity to accomplish a number of things, here, not the least of which was to bring Charles to grips with the fact that he was no longer under house arrest.

"Yes, Sir."

"Nonetheless, I find that I must demand more of you. You will oversee Felicia and any others who I might obtain to fulfill her role, either permanently or on a temporary basis. This change of focus may require that you rely more on the gardner to deal with the outside staff, but I believe that it will be a step up for both of you, and will adjust your compensation to reflect it. You will see to it that Felicia is well exercised and finely toned, and prepared to execute a variety of sexual acts at a moment's notice. You will see to any training or discipline that I do not deliver myself, and any phase of her daily use that involves physical abuse will be conducted under your supervision and responsibility." He leaned forward in his chair. "Understand, I do not wish to see them cease - she has admitted that they are a part of her sexual requirements, as they are mine. In fact, you will be responsible for their day-to-day continuance. I require you to see to it that the limits are pressed, but not exceeded."

Charles maintained a poker face. "Yes, Sir." He didn't glance at Jason; obviously, there would be Hell to pay.

Armand piled it on. "You will coordinate with Jason to see to it that my needs and the needs of the inside staff are fulfilled - but you remain solely responsible for Felicia's welfare and will take any steps you deem necessary to ensure it." He turned to Jason, "I trust that I make myself clear." Jason nodded, his face a mask.

Armand returned his regard to Felicia. "Anything else?"

"No, Sir."

"Do you understand what I am offering? The limitations? The benefits, such as they are?"

"Yes." Felicia nodded.

"Do you accept?" Armand watched her blandly, absolutely certain of the outcome.

For Felicia, however, things were nowhere near as clear. She was giving up her past existence and moving forward into something murky, which might or might not fulfill her altered requirements for a tenable existence. Armand waited patiently for several minutes, while Felicia puzzled the whole thing out. Finally, she looked up. "Yes... Master."

"Good!" Armand returned briskly. "Kneel before me. With the exception of certain specifically identified times when your duties require it or I give you leave, that is the last time you will raise your eyes to mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Felicia knelt quickly, divesting herself of her shoes in the process.

"Hmmmm. Spread your knees, and place your palms on your thighs. Back straight. Eyes straight ahead. Charles, are you getting this?" Armand demanded.

"Yes, Sir. Every nuance."

"Good. It will be your responsibility to see to it that she is letter perfect. Jason, go to the playroom and get some binders. Charles needs to stay here with his charge, for the moment." Armand returned his attention to Felicia. "Remove the dress, Slave. I would have you assume your natural condition in my household. You will remain nude until I or my overseer directs otherwise."

"Yes, Master." Felicia got out of her dress and resumed her position.

Armand pointed out various aspects of the position for Charles, "She kneels with her feet flat, the tops on the floor - she may have to remain in position some time, and having her ankles flexed would not be conducive to this. Knees are spread, so that I might check her condition at any time." Deliberately, he reached beneath her from behind and dragged his thumb along her labia, eliciting a gasp and a quelled jump. He nodded. "Such a reaction is acceptable. I don't want her to pretend I'm not here. However, should she break position, she should be punished." Coming around front, he announced, "She should present her breasts, and appear serene and happy at all times, unless it is absolutely obvious that other conditions obtain."

"You will have full access to the playroom - it is necessary for the slave's training. You will utilize such of the household staff as is necessary to keep her fully engaged, sexually - male and female. That includes the 'yard boys'. She's to be able to do absolutely everything you can think of."

"You, slave, are the lowest of the low. You will address every member of this household as Sir or Ma'am, except me - and you know what to call me, don't you? "Armand smiled grimly. "When not engaged in your primary duties, you will respond to anyone who requires your assistance. Charles, manual labor won't hurt her - but I don't want her utility for her primary purpose damaged. Such determinations are yours - unless I disagree." Armand smiled. "On to fringe benefits. The slave will be quartered in the south wing, near your quarters. Any time she is not assigned to myself or someone I designate, or in training, I expect you to be tuning her sexual response from the comfort of your bed."

Charles blinked. "Sir?"

"You have a problem with that?"

"Nossir! I just..."

"You've just spent twenty years providing excellent service while basically under house arrest - I think it's time you had a sex life!" Armand grinned. "You don't think I brought in those women for the yard boys?"

Charles stood there, nonplussed. Armand continued, "However, if the pair of you develop a relationship, you need to realize that I will NOT release her from bondage and she will always have to answer to me, first. And you KNOW I will enforce that requirement."

Charles sighed, "Yes, Sir."

"Come here, Slave." Felicia crawled forward. Armand opened his robe. "Pull down my pajama bottoms." Felicia did so. As she did, Jason returned from the playroom with a pair of wrist binders. Armand indicated that he should toss them to Charles with a wave. "Bind her - behind the back. Jason, I'll want her submission documents as soon as possible." Jason nodded and left.

Armand waited, apparently patiently, while Charles secured Felicia's wrists behind her, then addressed his new slave. He slid forward in his chair and announced, "All right, then. You need to thoroughly understand your new station in life, and I need to urinate. To me, those two situations appear to be complimentary."

Felicia's eyes popped, but she was bound, and Armand had her behind the head. Obviously, if she fought the whole thing, she would be beaten... Hot tears of shame filled the beautiful redhead's eyes as she engulfed Armand's member. "No sucking, now - I don''t want to get an erection, I want to urinate!" Armand instructed. "And don't spill any; if you do, I will have Charles beat you and supervise him to ensure that he does an adequate job!"

The flow began, and Felicia, shuddering at the taste, struggled to keep up. Armand took pity on her, controlling the flow; her effort at compliance was clear, so there was no reason to make things unnecessarily difficult. Felicia swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed - the awful act seemed to go on forever! But finally, Armand's cock stopped emitting the vile tasting stuff. Felicia sucked a bit, cleaning and clearing the drips without prompting.

"Ahhh," Armand sat back. He thought about filling her throat, but decided against it - there were other, more pressing matters to attend to. He dismissed her with a wave. As Felicia backed off, Armand directed Charles, "Take her into the playroom, jam a vibrator up her ass, and fuck her, brutally. Establish your dominance over her. Her service to you is to be secondary only to her service to me. She should go to sleep with your cock in her mouth, and wake up with it in her ass. You get the idea - use your imagination. See if you can come up with a name for her - until you do, and I approve it, her name is 'Slave'. I may call for her this evening, but I doubt it. Coordinate with Jason regarding her new quarters, then supervise their outfitting. They are not to be comfortable; I want her to have a positive inducement to be pleasing enough to share one of our beds. There is a 4 foot square cage in the playroom, for instance... You're a fine artificer, use your imagination. She can test your designs; if they don't work, it's no loss..." Armand smiled like a shark, and Felicia watched him through frightened eyes.

Charles, smiling, rasped, "What if I can't improve upon Felicia?"

"Then we'll call her 'Spot' for a while, or something," Armand replied, indifferently. "Run along, now. Make sure Jason takes a turn with her - it'll soothe his anger and help patch things between you. He'll want to beat her; let him - but he leaves no permanent marks, or I'll mark BOTH of you similarly. Run along." Armand waved, and Charles led Felicia out.



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Chapter 134: The Sex Shoppe


It was almost two p.m. before Dina and Bobby returned from the mall, the three slaves in tow. Somehow, given the company, Belle hadn't even thought about slipping her bonds; the whole thing had just seemed unthinkable. Besides, it was an adventure, something she'd been lacking. Dina paraded the women into the den in matching short wraparound dresses and strap sandals. Rick 'checked Mandi's dress for fit' which consisted mainly of palming one of her breasts through the bodice and sliding his hand under the skirt, prompting Robert to accord the older women the same treatment. "This is great, Dina!" Robert approved, "Just the thing for travel!" Turning to his pair of slaves, he directed, "Let's go, girls, we've an errand to run." He turned and let the pair back toward the door they had entered through moments before.

Rick raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the retreating group, "Git! Since you want to play, I need to get you toys, too!" He shook his head as Mandi looked pleased and turned to dash after her sisters in bondage. The whole thing was frankly unfathomable to him, but it seemed to be general in the local female population... Maybe he'd have to do some serious work on his world-view, after all.

There was a jam-up at the car; order of precedence had yet to be established. Robert thought about letting Merry drive, but he enjoyed it too much. How to organize... He looked at Rick, who had stumbled upon the same problem. He didn't really want to sit up front, but... "Oops!" Merry exclaimed, "I'll be right back, Master!" She turned to leave.

Robert frowned, "And where do you think you're going?" If it was a bathroom run, he'd make her pee in the grass in the front yard!

Merry stopped dead and went to kneel before him. "I almost forgot my punishment book, Master," she muttered diffidently, "I needed it last time..."

"Oh." Robert thought about it. "Run and get it. You remembered in time for it not to be an issue, so I'll make no entries. And bring my laptop and the memory card - I almost forgot them in my rush to be away." Turning to Rick, he offered, "Why don't you take Belle and Mandi into the back seat?"

Rick nodded, "Okay." The idea suited him, just fine.

Robert eyed Belle, who was showing just a touch of nervousness. "You knew Belle in another life, didn't you, Son?"

Rick eyed Belle, and embarrassment surfaced under the study, "Yeah, now that you mention it."

Robert pretended indifference. "Why don't you give her a thorough examination? I'm trying to decide how long to keep her..."

Rick flashed a glance at Mandi that started out a request for approval, but ended up as a non-verbal 'You asked for it!' as he remembered himself. Mandi schooled her expression; she HAD asked for it. Now she would pay the piper! Not that she was any too worried over Belle... 

Rick waved Belle into the car. "How thorough, Pop?" he asked as he slid in behind her, deliberately crowding her against the door as he beckoned Mandi to follow.

Robert shrugged, "Whatever circumstances appear to dictate."

Rick pondered this; Belle did, too. The fact that Robert would pass responsibility for her to his teenage son in such a blasé fashion was both exciting and horrifying! And the younger Nellis male was obviously an accomplished lover - one look at Mandi told you that... 

Rick decided (correctly) that his father's intent was to dollop on some embarrassment and humiliation to Belle's lot. As Merry slid breathlessly into the front seat under her burdens, Rick turned to Belle, "Well? Open up the dress..." As Robert backed the car out of the driveway, Belle shakily undid the outer and inner ties, allowing the dress to gape open, revealing her complete lack of underclothing. Rick smiled into her eyes as he deliberately manipulated both of her heavy breasts, teasing the nipples, then slid a hand over the slight bulge of her belly to probe at her vagina. "Spread your legs!" Belle did so; it seemed that she had lubricated instantly - the finger slid right in. "She's a bit more robustly built than Mum," Rick mused, "What do you plan to do with her?"

"A good question," Robert replied, glancing up in the rearview mirror. "Unlike you, I'm past the point where I require a half-dozen nubile females to keep my testosterone level down. I squandered that period pretty well..."

Merry surprised everyone present by suddenly bursting into tears! "I'm so sorry, Master!" she wailed, then draped herself across the seat so she could extract and nurse on Robert's cock, sniffling.

Robert played with her curls, murmuring, "Well, you didn't know any better..."

"Well, having her around WOULD provide a little novelty," Rick allowed, pretending to ignore the uproar in the front seat, "but Mandi keeps me pretty well tuned, too. Not fair to just use her as a household drudge..."

"Well, the current purpose for having her around is to provide her with proper training," Robert stated. "I figure that by the time she's well trained, a solution will present itself."

Rick nodded, "We could keep her around for guests, for instance."

Robert nodded pensively. "Perhaps. As I said, by the time she's properly trained, we'll either absorb her into the household in some role, or another solution will present itself. She won't go to waste."

Rick extracted the finger, sniffed it, smiled, commented "Nice aroma," and prepared to wipe it on his pants. Then he stopped and held the finger out to Mandi, who blinked, but took the hint, the finger disappearing into her mouth. Rick watched her; if she'd done similar, he was unaware of it... Belle's expression said 'Sorry!', but Mandi merely smiled around the finger; it wasn't anything she wouldn't survive. Hell, it wasn't even unpleasant, and Rick had certainly gotten a lot more intimate with HER, a bunch of times! Now that he was pushing the master thing, he was displaying his father's touch, keeping the challenges coming. Mandi smiled again. Rick turned to Belle, "You can close the dress, for now."

Robert wheeled into the parking lot at the Sex Shoppe, and the five of them got out, Robert adjusting his fly. Merry hadn't worked on him seriously, merely making it pleasurable and getting his attention, something he had no problem with. A serious blowjob while driving would have been an issue, the two activities distracting him from one another. The five of them sorted themselves out, Robert leading, followed by Merry, then Belle. Rick came next, trailed by Mandi.

Alvin glanced up at the entry, surprise and pleasure on his face. Circling out from behind the counter, he exclaimed, "Master Robert! What a pleasure! And you brought Merry! Who is this?" he asked, motioning to Belle.

"A new acquisition," Robert replied smoothly, "I call her Belle. She has more serious disciplinary needs than Merry, thus..."

Alvin nodded, and turned his attention to Rick and Mandi. "And this is?"

"My son Richard, and his concubine, Mandi," Robert replied.

"Uh, Master Robert, I hate to bring up such details, but the age requirement..."

"... Is eighteen, is it not?" Robert queried. "In any case, Richard is with me... although we may have neglected proper identification for Mandi... What is your birthday, girl?"

Mandi rattled it off, and Alvin relaxed. "Fine. Sorry about that. The minions of the law can be pretty zealous." Then his eyes lit up as Robert produced the flash memory card. "You brought it!"

Robert nodded, "I did. I printed out the entire series, and it had an effect on every audience that I displayed it to. Would you happen to know of anyone who I could speak to about publishing and distributing it? Mildly altered, of course, to disguise us a bit."

Alvin nodded. "The store partners with a small publishing house for special projects; if it's that good - and I'm sure it is - I can probably talk them into some kind of exclusive distribution agreement, particularly if there is a photo that will work well for displays."

"Oh, there area a couple of excellent ones!" Robert declared, "Merry, run and get the laptop!" Merry dashed, remembering keys just in time to catch them as Robert tossed them.

"How is her training going?" Alvin asked, nodding at Merry.

"Quite well," Robert smiled. "Belle, there, is the current project. She's very early in."

"Do you plan to hold classes, or something? Run a dungeon?" Alvin asked as Merry returned, breathless.

"Not commercially, or anything," Robert replied. "But my current facilities are inadequate, so I'm looking for some books on design to provide a bit of inspiration."

Alvin squinted in thought, "As I remember, it's about proper discipline, not sadism or masochism..."

Robert nodded, watching the computer boot. "True, but they need variety, and surprise, if nothing particularly fiendish." Glancing around, he directed, "Girls! Disrobe!"

Merry reached for the ties of her dress instantly; Mandi delayed only long enough to get a nod of confirmation from Rick. Belle watched the others blankly, discovered Robert watching her closely, looked toward the whip display, and rushed to catch up.

"Oh, very nice!" Alvin approved, as the first thumbnails of the pictures came up.

Robert nodded, and turned to Merry, "Merry, Belle will need a collar or two." He checked Rick, who nodded, "Mandi, too. Fit them, please?"

Alvin, absorbed in the slideshow, waved at his female colleague, who moved quickly - she'd seen the commissions from last time... The women retired to the jewelry counter.

Alvin hissed through his teeth, examining an action shot, "My God!"

Robert smiled, "You did wonderful work."

"The models were a major portion of it," Alvin disparaged.

"That's as may be, but you showed true talent. Ensure that you get proper credit, and, oh, fifty percent?" Robert eyed Alvin, who grinned from ear to ear.

"This one, I think," Alvin declaimed, pointing out a standing shot of Merry looking absolutely pitiful - and beautiful. How much do you want to do to obscure your features?"

Robert shrugged, "Hair color, perhaps, for Merry? As for me..."

"We could do anything from brushing in a beard to superimposing a leather hood, Alvin declared. "I know an artist who is quite good with such things."

"Something subtle," Robert decided, "A mustache, or something."

Alvin nodded. He glanced up, thinking - then forgot to. There were three nude women clustered around the jewelry case - not something you saw every day! Mr. Nellis' original slave - Merry- was a real beauty for her age, something clear even in the photographs. The newer acquisition - Belle? - was heavier, more rounded, showing a few fat pads, but still, nothing to sneeze at, nude. She caught him looking and blushed as Merry settled a collar around her neck. She started to cover her breasts with her arm and steal a hand to her crotch as a fig leaf, and Merry hissed, "Don't do that! Master will beat you! He did me!"

"B-but, he's looking!" Belle exclaimed.

"Yes, and so is he, and so is he, and so is he!" Merry replied, picking out three male customers whose expressions varied from transfixed wonder to surreptitious appraisal, "And you are on display. If you make a poor one, Master WILL beat you! Now stand up proud!"

It was too late. "Belle," Robert admonished, "you just volunteered for the equipment tests. I wouldn't tempt me to prolong them..." Robert picked up Merry with his eyes, "Send her over here when you're done."

Alvin smiled at the woman's discomfiture, suspecting that it would get MUCH worse, and allowed his eyes to drift to the young dishwater blonde Amazon that Master Robert's son had arrived with. SHE was a beauty! And she was making no effort to hide it, although she sported a fine pink blush. Young Richard was watching her, amused, as she took in her male audience. Sensing Alvin's regard, she looked back, then glanced at her master, at whose tight nod she shook her shoulders gently, causing the rounded orbs on her chest to dance and sway.

Alvin went hot and flushed - he couldn't help it. His cock, already in the process of erection became an iron bar. "Christ!" he gasped, and Mandi grinned delight.

Rick, too, smiled broadly - Mandi was sure coming out of her shell! This was the girl who hid in the shadows at the dance the night they met! "Careful," he cautioned, "Display is one thing - but if you make promises, I'll make you keep them!" Mandi nodded, enthusiasm apparently undimmed.

At that point, things went south for Belle. Two twenty-something females entered the store, one heavy and pimply-faced, the other flat- chested and stringy-looking. They were unprepossessing specimens that Alvin instantly marked as being there to collect toys as a prelude to an experiment in girl-girl sex (males might be a tough sell for either of them, although in Alvin's experience it was a seller's market; here, in particular, was a place where either or both would likely find a male desperate enough to essay a temporary liaison, at least, - if they had any sense.) But to Belle, they were women that she was exposed before in an environment that reeked of sex; her embarrassment quotient went off the scale and she covered up again.

Robert picked up on it instantly, and frowned. He'd hoped to avoid a confrontation... "Belle! Get over here!" he barked.

Belle blanched and hurried over, dropping her hands. En route, she realized that she had managed to draw more attention to herself, rather than direct it away. And now Robert was pissed; God! What had she been thinking?

It was true, too. The pair of young women had totally failed to notice the trio of slaves; still working through their own embarrassment at being there, they had turned their attention immediately to the toy aisle and missed the fact that the nude figures in the back were not mannequins. Now they were giggling and pointing and making exclamations - and drifting toward Robert and Belle to see what was up.

Robert glared. "I would have thought that last night's lesson in obedience would have lasted longer!" he growled.

Belle cowered, cringing. "Yes, Master!"

"So, what is the problem? I distinctly heard Merry providing you with instructions regarding my wishes in this matter. Did you not believe her?" Robert's face was flinty.

"Yes, Master, er, no, Master..." Fear led her to confusion over what an affirmative response might be.

"Let's try again," Robert asked with dangerous gentleness, "Did you believe her, or not?"

"I b-believed, her, Master," Belle quavered.

"Then whatever led you to be disobedient?" Robert roared.

"I... They..." Belle couldn't formulate - she was actively shaking.

Robert glanced over toward the pair of young women, who were now slowly converging on them, "Two young freewomen entered the store, and you were unable to obey me?" Robert demanded incredulously.

"Yes, Master," Belle hung her head, miserably.

"Kneel," Robert directed, all emotion leached from his voice. He picked up Merry with his eye; she nodded, quickly finished buckling a collar around Mandi's neck for Rick to evaluate, and began moving toward the pair. Mandi checked Rick with her eyes, and followed.

The pair of young women continued to slowly approach, pointing and giggling and passing whispered comments. "You realize," Robert observed to Belle, "that your actions have had the exact opposite of the desired effect? You are now the center of attention for the entire store..."

"Oh, God!" Belle whimpered.

"Look around. Meet everyone's eyes," Robert directed, rubbing it in. Belle did so, and discovered a forest of eyes looking back. It wasn't THAT many - there were probably a dozen patrons besides her immediate 'family', but they were all looking, and many were sidling closer, attracted by the unusual sight and the commotion. "Turn around and face your audience - don't get up! Just face the attention that your efforts have brought you!" Belle knee-walked in a circle until her back was to the counter, forced to observe as the onlookers gathered around her. Aside from the pair of young women, there were men of just about every age group, from barely legal to ancient, represented, whose looks ran the gamut from well-kept to distinctly seedy. In an interesting phenomenon, as the crowd coalesced, the males still left an aisle for the two females to proceed to the core of the action, as if by unspoken agreement. Belle began to actively quake as she knelt there - as long as she had behaved herself, she had been one of a group, however small; now, Mandi and Merry were getting admiring glances, to be sure, but SHE was the center of attention.

The heavy girl broke the silence. "What's going on?" she asked cautiously, "How come she's - they're naked? Is this a show?"

"No, we're customers. These women you see here naked are slaves. And this one has made a mistake, for which she is already being punished," Robert replied.

The skinny girl frowned. "Slavery's illegal."

Robert tilted his head, pondering to formulate a response. "If it were what one normally thinks of as 'slavery' - people bought and sold against their will and without regard for their civil rights, you would be correct. However, THIS woman, without any coercion, chose to subordinate her will to mine for a time."

Skinny blinked, confused, so the heavy girl sighed and translated, "It's okay, she volunteered. She's into it."

"Really?" Skinny was nonplussed. "Why?"

Robert shrugged. "Reasons vary. Each of the three female slaves before you has different ones. In Belle, here's case, her formative sexual experience forged a link between sex and humiliation, punishment, and a bit of pain."

"Oh," Skinny grunted; it was supposed to indicate understanding, but everyone present knew better. Then she grinned like she'd discovered a loophole, "This has got to be pretty embarrassing... Why doesn't she cum?"

Robert was momentarily nonplussed, but Mandi wasn't. Addressing Skinny, she asked, "Would you enjoy having your nipples played with?"

"Yeah..." Skinny answered, brow furrowed. What was she getting at? Was it an offer?

"Would you cum?" Mandi pressed.

"Ah, no, probably not." Skinny nodded as understanding dawned.

"But it'd be nice to have, right?" Mandi added. At Skinny's nod, Mandi continued, "It's the same for Belle. She can do sex without it, but it adds spice for her. This kind of thing is not necessarily mainstream - why would you want to court being hurt or embarrassed? But it works for her because it's forbidden. It's kind of like the 'Don't... Stop' thing."

"Huh?" Mandi totally lost Skinny, but Heavy looked thoughtful.

"You know: 'Don't!... Stop!... Don't!... Stop!... Don't stop!'" Mandi grinned.

"Oh! Yeah!" Skinny got it, but still didn't make the connection. Heavy looked like she did, though.

Mandi smiled, "When your boyfriend starts pushing all of your buttons," she paused a moment, realizing the basic fallacy - they probably didn't have any - but pressed on, "you tell him 'Don't!' and 'Stop!' because you're worried about side issues like what he'll think of you, and birth control, and other stuff - but if he keeps it up, you reach a point where all that stuff just isn't important, any more, and tell him 'Don't stop!' Belle enjoys having her master sweep aside her objections, making her surrender - and proving the point by making it clear to her how thoroughly dominated she is by abusing her."

"Which brings us to the present circumstance," Robert picked up smoothly. "Belle was told to disrobe and remain nude. Implicit in this instruction was the fact that she was on display, something that Merry made explicit by informing her of my wishes in the matter. Belle has admitted to this, haven't you, Slave?" Belle nodded dumbly. "Yet when you two showed up, she became so agitated about the idea of being seen by strange women that she again started trying foolishly to cover her nakedness. It is my job to punish her infractions, so now I have to come up with something memorable." Robert shook his head, pondering, "She was beaten severely just last night, yet the memory of that beating was ineffective in instilling obedience. Obviously, I need to come up with something more effective." He gazed at the girls, and announced, "Since you are at the root of the problem, your assistance in implementing the solution would be appreciated."

"Um," Skinny replied, obviously not up for anything intelligent in the way of a response.

But Heavy was doing better, "Oh, Evie, you can be SO dense..." She looked around at the crowd. "This is a good start, isn't it?"

"Yes," Robert agreed, "As has been observed previously, just suddenly becoming the nude center of attention is good cause for humiliation and embarrassment. But it isn't enough, I'm afraid."

Heavy nodded, considering. "She should pose, maybe? For a start?"

Robert nodded, mildly surprised. "Good idea. Any suggestions?"

"Something pretty lewd, I think," Heavy replied. "Oh, and everybody should get a real close look!" A couple of quiet male murmurs wafted through the background. Evie's eyes lit up, and she whispered in Heavy's ear. Heavy nodded. "Having her stand limits things. Maybe we could round up a chair, or a bench?"

Robert and Heavy locked eyes, and Robert smiled. "Something sturdy, I'd guess. No telling where this is going..." Turning, he queried, "Alvin? Would you have anything?"

Alvin frowned, thinking. "Um, there are the couches in the couples' booths..."

Heavy wrinkled her nose, "Too confining." Robert nodded.

Belle was adrift. The implications were obvious - she wouldn't be JUST posing. Her heart hammered in her chest. Hell was out for noon! She was going to be abused, humiliated, used - probably gang-raped - oh, and she WAS going to do WHATEVER Master directed! She was virtually sizzling already!

Alvin's female colleague came to the rescue. "What about that?" she asked, pointing. 'That' was a 'lover's bench', a configurable, padded bench on the order of a weight bench, capable of being set at different angles and adorned with handles and braces at various strategic locations.

"Oh, perfect!" Heavy actually jumped up and down and clapped. Robert looked on, amused.

Alvin cleared his throat, "Um, that's merchandise. There are health regulations..."

Mandi whispered to Rick, who nodded. "We were looking for stuff for the playroom, Pop."

Robert nodded, grinning. "We'll purchase it. Alvin, you may want to curtail access for a while - do you have events of any type here? Shows? Exhibitions? Visits from porn stars?"

Alvin's eyes widened. "Why?"

"I'm concerned about legal ramifications should it become necessary that Belle here demonstrate anything advanced..." Robert replied. "You may want to close temporarily, or charge attendance in order to keep the numbers of the clientele under control. You need to decide what is safe..."

Alvin waved over his female colleague, and they entered into heated discussions. Robert glanced up and asked of the general audience. "It appears that we are going to conduct a product demonstration, which is likely to become quite graphic. I mention this because some of you may end up suffering from offended sensibilities. Does anyone wish to leave?" No one moved. "Then, could I prevail upon a couple of you gentlemen to bring that bench over to that open area near that, uh," he squinted a moment, "Amateur video rack over there?" He smiled at Belle, murmuring, "How appropriate, don't you think?" while a concerted rush to collect the device and deliver it ensued.

Belle husked, "Yes, Master!" She was barely capable of breathing, and Robert correctly believed that the reason was excitement and anticipation. "Ultimately, it's hard to punish you," he observed, "All of my efforts may backfire."

"Master will find a way," Belle sighed.

Robert wasn't so sure. The switch in her brain was thrown; Belle was almost smiling. Whatever he did would need to be too much - which might be difficult... 

Alvin returned. "We've decided to close the store, except for attendance of a 'Product Demo' that will require a signed release and a $10 entry fee." There was a collective groan, which Alvin squelched with "Those already in the store are exempt from the fee." This brought loud applause. "Please queue up at the counter, though, you WILL need to sign a release!" Alvin attended to this; the female clerk emerged from the back of the store with a couple of signs and announced nervously to no one in particular, "I'll watch the door," heading for the storefront.

Release signing took no time at all. Soon, everyone was gathered around the bench. Robert glanced up. "Alvin, this may well be another photo op, if you can handle it. I'm not sure..."

"I have the camera," Alvin announced. "I'll try to be available."

Robert turned to Heavy, "Go ahead, dear, you're on a roll. What's your name?"

"Becky," Heavy announced, dimpling. "Um, why don't we start with something that exposes her pussy and ass? Bend over the bench, Dear, and grab those handles down there," Becky indicated a pair of handles that sat lower than the padded seat, ensuring that Belle would be thoroughly exposed. The seat back was reclined all the way to the flat; she would be straddling the bench. "Um, maybe you oughta set some rules," she murmured, glancing around at the audience. Nodding at Alvin, she continued, "Maybe he should, too."

Robert nodded and drew Alvin aside. "The young lady appears to have quite a bit of native talent at organization," he observed, quietly. "Look, this could well dissolve into a gang-bang. Are you okay with that?"

Alvin pursed his lips. "Monica and I discussed it; if they're careful at all, the mess won't exceed that which we end up cleaning out of the peep booths, anyway. I'll pop for free rubbers, but someone will have to pay for any other product used. But this won't hurt sales, when it gets out."

"Crowd control?" Robert questioned.

Alvin shook his head. "Most of these guys are regulars, and there are three of us, counting your son, if we need to get a grip on things. Some of them can be counted on, too. I'll give a quick pep talk."

Robert nodded, and they turned back to the crowd, some of whom were examining Belle's hindquarters from a respectful distance. Alvin opened the session: "All right, ladies and gents, this is somewhat of an experiment. If it goes well, we may do other comparable things in the future; if, however, you screw it up... Well you get the picture. Stay within the rules!" He waved to Robert.

Robert stepped up, and raised his voice, "Okay, we're going to play it by ear, to a certain extent. Those of you who know that the underlying issue is the punishment of my slave, here, will understand that at some point, for her, things will likely get to be extreme. We're going to open up with a few simple rules, though:"

"First, the other slaves are off-limits unless you're specifically invited by myself or young Richard, over there," Robert waved to his son. "They're private property - look, but don't touch."

"Second, no matter what else is going on, I won't tolerate anything that promises to permanently injure Belle. You start telegraphing damage to her, and you'll be ejected from the game..."

"AND you'll be blackballed and not allowed to return here..." Alvin interjected.

"AND, I WILL prosecute!" Robert finished. "She's my property and I won't let it pass."

Robert gathered himself. "Other rules are subject to change, to meet the needs of the moment, and the exercise overall. We'll start out by allowing all of you an intensive examination, up to but not including touch. You may request minor adjustments in position to facilitate your observation; anything major goes through Becky here." Turning to Becky, he murmured, "For now, it's your show." He stepped over and squatted before Belle's bent form, "Belle, I'm watching, but Becky here is running things. You answer to Becky."

"Yes, Master." Belle was grappling a bit with the position; in some ways, it was little better than a pushup. Becky began directing traffic; two of the men came forward, circling Belle, examining her closely. The younger of the pair, in particular, was having serious problems with the touching prohibition; his hands were moving constantly, reflexively clutching and grabbing at the air behind his back as he leaned forward to examine Belle's nipples.

Becky frowned, and glanced at Robert, wiggling her fingers to illustrate the unspoken request. Robert nodded. "Okay boys, the touching restriction is lifted. Keep it gentle, and remember that this is an examination, not sex."

Instantly, young fingers began gently hefting Belle's left breast. "Is this okay?" the young fellow, a gawky type who was undoubtedly not getting a whole lot of attention from his female peers, asked nervously. Belle nodded. The other male, a balding gentleman in his fifties, dragged a calloused but gentle hand along her flank. The young lad commenced an effort to memorize every contour of both of Belle's breasts, mapping them with his hands.

Becky took in the older man's wistful expression. Turning to Robert, she muttered, "Kind of sweet, aren't they?"

Robert nodded. "You'd be surprised what WON'T happen in this environment. These guys probably don't get squat for female attention, or they wouldn't be here. Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs won't even occur to them." Evie, standing nearby, suddenly assumed a thoughtful expression.

Becky pursued a thought, "What limitations has the store set?"

"Very few," Robert murmured. "Primarily, it's what we've already seen: if we use merchandise on her, someone has to pay for it, because they can't sell it afterward."

"Evie and I came to look at toys..." Becky mused, "Some of the things I see on the rack look a little bit improbable."

"Mandi has some experience with toys," Rick offered. "She might be able to advise you."

"Cool," Becky nodded, but Robert had already seen where she was going.

"I might pop for one or two of interest to my slaves, but I'm not going hog wild," Robert rumbled, amused. "However, if you - or perhaps one of the gentlemen - wants to have Belle evaluate something, and you can agree on who will pay..." Becky grinned from ear to ear. "Why don't you wander over to the rack with Mandi and look at candidates? I'll mind the store..." Robert chuckled.

Becky nodded and, picking up Mandi with her eyes, started off. After a couple of steps, she glanced back, "Coming Evie?"

"No, you go ahead - I trust you..." Something about the tableaux before her seemed to hold Evie's attention. Becky eyed her a moment more, irritated, then shrugged and moved on.

Robert glanced back to find the kid on his back at the foot of the bench, wriggling into a position to view Belle's pubic mound from below. "That's enough, Son," he announced gently.

The kid looked flustered, "I wanted to see..."

Robert held up a hand, "You have to share - others need their turn. We'll turn her over, and you'll get another shot, okay?" The kid nodded, mollified, and backed off.

The older guy, who had been kneeling with a breast in either hand, manipulating the nipples, stood up and addressed a "Thanks!" to Belle.

"Well, Belle, are you still embarrassed?" Robert queried.

"Yes, Master, some, but it seems to be irrelevant," Belle replied.

"True."

"I seem to be doing a public service," Belle continued, as the next pair, a fat middle-aged fellow and a black somewhere in his late thirties, sorted themselves out. Belle was watching Evie as close as Evie was watching Belle, at this point, trying to figure out what was going on in Evie's head.

Robert smiled. "You probably are. At this point, you're kind of a petting zoo for the sexually disadvantaged."

"They're being awfully gentle..."

"Why would they hurt you?" Robert replied. "This is a one in a million opportunity to get intimate with a woman, an unhindered exploration the likes of which some of them have never had, and others haven't had often enough. Why screw it up?" He eyed her a moment. "This isn't exactly punishment, is it?"

Belle smiled. "Well, no, Master. If I meet one of these guys in a supermarket, I'm going to melt into a puddle on the floor in embarrassment, but for right now..."

The black guy cleared his throat, "Uh, I'd like to, uh, get a look at her clit..." Robert waved approval and he reached down and skinned back the hood, exposing the sensitive pink bud beneath. The kid sidled up to get a look, along with another boy of about the same age, this one thin and freckled, with uncontrolled light red hair. The older man allowed this without comment, instead drawing them forward, murmuring "Damn! That's a big one! See that? That's her clit! It's all sensitive, kinda like a little cock! You mess with that, you can drive a woman nuts!"

The boys both leaned in to see, Evie looking on, fascinated. The black gentleman continued his impromptu period of instruction, "Some women, you can't hardly find it even while they're cummin', but this 'un's nice and big. You can feel it, all stiff, see?" He took each of the boys' hand, one at a time, and dragged it along the defined ridge of Belle's clitoral shaft. "Sometimes a woman can't take it if you work right on the tip..." He demonstrated, rolling the ball of his thumb over the pink bud while he held the covering back. Belle shuddered and moaned. "If they do that, use the cover here like a foreskin and kinda jack it a little." He did so, and both boys nodded, rapt. "If you can find one, get a girl who is willing to do herself," he added, "You can learn a lot, watching." Robert was just beginning to wonder why the man, obviously very experienced, was here, it this haven of desperation, when the man provided the answer, musing, "This 'un's about the size of my Irma... Damn, I sure miss her - fuckin' breast cancer..." Robert let them play a bit more; the fat man seemed content to rub slightly sweaty palms along Belle's back and flanks. Then he waved for the changing of the guard, and the redheaded kid bore in, flanked by a retirement-aged character who kept exclaiming, "Damn!" Robert noted that that was it; the other couple of denizens had faded away, either out of fear or nervousness, or possibly just a mismatch of sexual orientation, in one case.

Becky and Mandi returned, Becky brandishing a couple of sex toys. "Okay, boys, I've got a couple of items I want to try out on her. You can, too, if you see anything that sparks your interest - but you hafta pay for it, the store can't put it back on the shelves after. Some health regulation, apparently." The young guys, in particular exchanged glances, "Wow!" But they didn't go anywhere... 

"Roll over, Slave!" Becky directed. "Put your feet in the stirrups, it's time to take a look at the front side!" The 'lover's chair' had a pair of stirrups like an exam table, presumably to keep a woman comfortable while her lover plowed her channel between widespread legs; Becky circled the thing, lifting them into position and locking them into place with the provided thumbscrews. Belle obliged her by occupying the raised stirrups. "Slide your butt down to the edge, Dear - no telling what we might need to accomplish!"

Belle obliged, and Becky produced a vibrator whose shaft appeared to be a clear, flexible covering over a multitude of small balls, about six inches long. "Here!" she directed, motioning Belle to take it, "Why don't you try this out and tell me what you think?"

Belle took it and examined it, caught Robert's tight nod and activated the vibration, then moved it to her crotch. She began sliding it along her labia, her nostrils swelling as she sucked a ragged breath through her nose. "Uummmmm," she sighed. The thing felt wonderful! Males crowded around, circling the action. Evie took up a position at Belle's head, her gaze shifting back and forth from Belle to the audience. "It's... quite nice," Belle gasped.

"Put it in," Becky instructed.

Belle reached down to ensure that her labia were adequately retracted, and pressed the tip against her opening. The collection of vibrating balls seemed to shift a bit, narrowing the tip to the point that it was insertable. As she pressed, there was a flow as the flexible cover again expanded inside the constricting ring of muscle at her vaginal mouth, allowing the little pea-sized spheres to flow through the narrowing and into the tip. "Very... interesting..." Belle murmured. "It kind of... flows. Easy to insert, even if you're not... dilated."

Becky nodded, watching closely. "And if you move it faster?"

Belle extracted it more quickly than she had inserted it, then worked it back in. "If you're faster, it can't shift as much and becomes effectively harder. More like it's solid."

"Hmmm. Play a bit," Becky instructed. "Your audience wants to see you get hot."

Belle closed her eyes, concentrating upon her vaginal area. She knew what Becky was up to - fueling her shame and embarrassment. But if she didn't see them... 

Becky was smarter than that, though. "Uh uh! Look around, Dear. Make eye contact with your admirers! Show them what a slut you are!"

Belle opened her eyes, taking in the group around her. Slowly, she locked eyes with various individuals: the fat man, the gawky kid, the bald guy, the black man, the redheaded kid. Each got some attention, and each broadcast hunger, after his fashion. Belle glanced up at Evie, but the thin, washed out looking girl wasn't watching Belle - she was watching the men! Becky, however, was watching Belle; she ran a finger along her red, oily nose, scratching it absently while she watched the older woman arouse herself with the toy. Becky shifted positions a bit; the itch between her legs was getting to be a serious distraction. Did she dare... ? Becky glanced over at Robert, who seemed to be spending as much time watching her as his slave. Merry had stepped up in front of him and he was fondling her right breast while he watched the action over her right shoulder, his left arm around her waist. Robert raised an eyebrow, and the hand around Merry's waist extended itself outward palm up, a clear signal that Becky retained control of the situation, so... 

"You're having too much fun, Dear," Becky announced, "This is supposed to be a punishment, after all..." She brandished a sizeable anal intruder, a three tiered item. Belle took a look, her eyes popped, and her mouth opened - but she glanced at Robert and subsided. Becky glanced around, "Anybody want to help?"

Robert surreptitiously waved Rick over, and murmured, "Quietly remind her that I do not wish Belle damaged. Insist that she use a little lube..." In the meantime, the fat man had gingerly stepped up. Robert eyed him; yeah, he probably had a bone to pick with womanhood in general.

Becky handed off the probe and stood back, detecting Rick's approach. Rick collected her with his eyes, and the pair stepped away a bit. "No permanent damage," Rick husked. "You're doing fine, but she was an anal virgin last night. Use a little lube here and there. Otherwise, it's your show."

Becky nodded, frowning. "What about actual sex?"

Rick glanced at Robert and grinned. "Yeah, wear her out. Alvin can hand out rubbers. Do whatever." He stepped away, turned back, "I bet he's got some lube samples, too!"

Belle had no attention to spare for this aside; the fat man had her whole attention as he probed her anus with the pointed tip of the intruder, trying to use force to overcome the lack of lubrication. Damn, it hurt!

Becky appeared around the fat man's right shoulder. "That's not gonna work!" she grunted, "Stick it in her mouth and let her slobber it up. She needs some lubricant!"

That tickled the fat guy's sense of humor, apparently - he let out a high-pitched giggle. The probe was removed from Belle's ass and presented before her face without further ado, and Belle took it into her mouth, knowing that whatever she did for it might well be what she had to live with. The fat man played it, moving it in and out, rotating it, making her take it in deep, even choking her with it. Becky, watching, swatted him on the arm, "Don't get too carried away." The fat man let it ride for a few more seconds, then removed it and returned to a location between Belle's widespread legs, ponderously kneeling down to get a better eye on his target.

Belle tried to relax, concentrating on the vibrator and her audience. By now, quite a bit of surreptitious adjustment of hard-ons was under way. Belle glanced at Evie again. She was a little saddened for the girl, whose thin hair and frail body made her look as if she had begun to wither even before she had bloomed. Evie looked back, and something undefined passed between the two women; Belle became aware that she was in no danger from Evie, who actually envied her. Of the pair, perhaps Evie needed help more than Belle... 

Assisted by the layer of spit, Fatty managed to force the bluntly pointed tip of the intruder past Belle's anal sphincter, riding it up to the first step. It was unpleasant as Hell, but Belle wasn't broken or anything. She grimaced a bit, which seemed to please Fatty and got a nod from Becky. The next step was a different proposition altogether, though - forcing Belle open using mere spit wasn't going to cut it. Becky got a look and grunted, "Go with what you've got," then turned and sought out Alvin. "Got any lube?" she asked, "And maybe some paper towels?"

Alvin nodded and lowered his camera. Leading her to the counter, he collected a couple of single-use packets of Wet from a jar and a roll of paper towels from behind the counter. Becky took them and added, "Things are gonna liven up, soon. How about some rubbers?"

"Sure," Alvin fished a wad of them from a jar.

Becky shoved them in a pocket of her shorts - no need to be premature... "Thanks."

"Don't tear down the place," Alvin admonished, "My neck's out a yard." He grinned, "Have fun, though!"

Becky smiled and nodded, turning back to the action. Alvin found himself watching the big ass sway under the shorts. Okay, so she was pudgy. She had heavy tits. Wipe the oil off her face, and it was kinda cherubic... Alvin shook his head; there were three nude women in the room, and one of them was getting sexually molested. Why was he looking at the chick who was fully dressed? He checked his camera as he followed Becky back to the action.

Fatty was still grinding the plug in Belle's ass, rotating it in circles in an attempt to bring her sphincter to surrender. "Let's get a look at that," Becky announced. Fatty pulled the intruder out, watching Belle's sphincter wink, and held it up. As expected, it was a little brown about the tip - Becky seemed to remember reading somewhere that an enema should precede real anal play. "Stick your finger in there," she directed, nodding toward Belle's ass, "or you'll lose ground." Fatty hastened to execute. Becky shook her head; she wasn't terribly impressed with Fatty - he was only a little smarter than Evie, and God knows SHE had to be led EVERYWHERE! Becky distantly hoped that when it came time for Evie to stick her tongue in Becky's snatch later tonight, she wouldn't get all balky. Eventually, she'd bully Evie into it - if not tonight, sometime later in the week - but she was hot NOW, and she sure didn't want to take any shit! She glanced over at Evie, who was acting kind of funny, looking around nervously at all of the guys. What the Hell was she thinking?

Becky ripped off a paper towel and cleaned the tip of the intruder. "Now it's dry again!" Fatty whined.

"Stick it in her pussy," Becky replied, handing it back, "It's lubed - the good stuff!"

It was, too. "Get that outta there," Fatty grunted, pushing at the vibrator. Belle complied, sliding it up toward her clit where she could really enjoy it. Picking out Gawky with her eyes, she then flicked them at her breasts. The kid's eyes popped, but he stepped forward and took a breast in either hand. In a couple of seconds, he was unconsciously grinding his crotch into her ribs, too. Belle grinned; there was a pretty good sized hard-on in there!

Fatty rammed away with the probe, but before she could dry up, he decided he was done and returned to her anus. This time, the first step slid right in, and only a moderate effort defeated her defense of the second. The damned thing was unpleasant, but she wasn't really injured, she knew. When she thought about it, it wouldn't be there if some people didn't use it... The thought helped her relax, which in turn eased the pain a bit.

Becky sidled up beside Fatty and watched a moment, then offered, "I don't think I'd try for much more - you'll make her all loose... Why don't you just get you some?" She smiled brightly into Belle's startled eyes, "In fact, Dear, why don't you slide up a bit and drop your head over - I want to see you swallow a cock!" She stepped around to the left, passing Gawky to stand by Belle's right shoulder, grinning as she detected the bulge he was grinding into her ribs.

Belle glanced at Robert, but he only nodded. Obviously, he didn't see her as actively endangered. Things were getting out of hand as far as Belle was concerned - but then, she was being punished, wasn't she? She slid up a bit, and obediently dropped her head over the top of the padded bench, only to discover that that surface was padded, too, and cupped a bit to support her head. Obviously, the thing was well thought out... 

In the meantime, Becky turned to the audience and announced, "Well, boys, it's time we picked up the pace!" Turning to Evie, she fished the rubbers out of her pocket and dumped them into her hands, "Here. Dole them out when the time comes, willya?" Facing the men again, she locked eyes with Fatty, "You're not gonna get any standing there with your pants all done up!"

Fatty let go of the probe and went for his belt buckle. Becky smiled, and indicated Fatty with a wave, "This gentleman," she winked, the eye he couldn't see, "owns the slave's ass - but I own the other two holes, and I think we ought to put them to use! If you boys want some, go ahead and drop your pants, and I'll direct traffic based on what I see!"

Everybody but Fatty stood frozen for a moment. There were glances at Belle, but her head was dropped over into a position that didn't allow eye contact. Fatty managed to untangle himself from his underwear and Becky smiled. There was the OTHER reason Fatty wasn't getting much - the cock he displayed was undoubtedly stiff and fully erect, but it was narrow, and looked like it topped out at less than five inches. Becky hadn't much experience with cocks, but the ones she HAD come in contact with had all been bigger - except for a couple of ten year old boys she'd played doctor with, maybe... Becky thought to herself, "This Belle ought to thank me - HE'S not going to hurt her any!"

The black guy checked with Robert, got a nod, and murmured, "Well, I don't pass up pussy..." and went for his belt. That broke the dam; the others began rapidly to follow suit.

The bald guy unlimbered a decent, moderately sized cock, so Becky waved him around to her head. "You take first shot at her throat, Pops." Gawky was still extracting himself from his shorts, one-handed - he refused to let go of at least one of Belle's heavy breasts. "Listen up, all of you! I'm gonna call out the batting order. Nobody has to worry about missing out - you can all rotate until you run out of interest, so let's not get to excited or grabby! Remember that this is punishment; feel free to be a bit rough, and remind her that she's a slut. On the other hand, don't be trying to break anything! If, for instance, you always wanted to see a woman use one of those toys over there on the rack, well, this is your chance! But you hafta pay for it; Alvin can't put anything out for sale after she's got it all gooey, understand?" Becky got a chorus of nods. "Okay, we all want to be careful about disease, so throat fucks are bareback, but the other two holes require a rubber! Whoa, there!" Becky waved Fatty off, "Evie, toss him a rubber!" Becky turned to face Evie, allowing her back to shield the finger play as she made the universal hand sign for 'small'. Evie giggled, and sorted through the packages, making sure she didn't toss Fatty a Magnum. Evie tossed, Fatty bungled the catch, and there was a quiet chuckle at his expense while he scrabbled for it.

Becky took a moment to watch Belle meekly open up to accept Baldy's meat. He had a nice, stiff six incher showing very little foreskin; Becky couldn't decide whether he was circumcised, or just naturally spare... Belle seemed to be a bit low, so Becky examined the bench and found a crank handle that apparently raised the head end a bit. "How's that, Pop?" she asked Baldy, who nodded, wheezing, "Just fine!" Belle was doing a good job; surprisingly, the guy's cock was clean and tasted okay, and he wasn't quite long enough to lodge in her throat. Realizing that she was going to do it anyway, Belle was determined to enjoy it. He groaned as she worked her tongue over his length while he slowly pistoned in and out. "Get it your way!" Becky urged, "She's Burger King, as far as you're concerned!" The old guy nodded, and put on a bit more of a stroke, grunting. Becky knelt down to meet Belle's eyes, "Oh, and Honey? Swallow!"

Belle blinked an acknowledgement, then a quick grimace passed across her features. Becky glanced up along the valley between Belle's tits, (and under Gawky's right arm - he had his hands on both, again), to see Fatty working at her lower end, a look of concentration on his face. Yeah, he was probably poking her ass... She had him figured for about thirty seconds; plenty of time to decide who was at bat between Belle's legs after he finished.

Belle was just discovering that Fatty's cock was a lot less of a problem than the anal probe. After a couple of quick, uncomfortable pokes, Fatty got the condom-sheathed head of his cock past the loosened ring of Belle's sphincter and started working it in. Belle discovered that she wasn't being challenged by additional girth, and sighed around Baldy's cock.

Becky caught this, figured out the cause, and snickered. Then she moved on to her survey of available cockflesh. First up, and easiest to see, since he still had a death grip on Belle's breasts, was Gawky. And indeed, he has a nice cock - a bit over six and a half inches at a decent girth. "That's a nice one!" Becky approved, "What's your name?"

"Roy," Gawky choked out past his nervousness.

"Well, Roy, you like those so much, maybe you ought to think about a titty fuck?" Becky watched the play of surprise across his face, but came to the same conclusion he did just ahead of him, "No, you will probably want to start out with the real thing. How many times have you had pussy, Roy?"

"Once," Roy hung his head, "I... didn't do so well."

Becky patted his arm as she went by, "Practice makes perfect." She came to the black fellow, and found she couldn't help but touch the nine inches of meat he was slowly jacking the foreskin on. "My, that's nice! Um, given your size and experience, you don't mind waiting a bit while the youngsters get theirs, do you? Maybe offer some pointers?" She nodded toward Belle, "You can take all you want..."

"Heh, sure!" the gent replied.

"What's your name, Honey?" Becky asked.

"Lucius," came the reply.

"Lucious Lucius!" Becky grinned, and reluctantly moved on to the final contestant, the red haired boy. The teen was sporting an eight inch, rock- hard cock, deeply red, with a beautifully curved, purple tip. The shaft was a bit narrower than the others, but it was a fine piece of man-meat, nonetheless. "Well! What's YOUR name?" she asked.

"Pat," came the nervous reply.

"Well, Pat, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of there! How about for the first round you follow Pop there into Belle's throat. I want to see that head slide up and down in her gullet, don't you?" Pat nodded eagerly. "Okay!" Becky continued, "So we're sorted out! Roy, you get first crack at her pussy, as soon as he" a nod to Fatty, who was huffing and sweating between Belle's legs, "finishes. Lucius, you go next. Next round, we'll rotate - or you can take your turn with a toy, or whatever - okay?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure!"

"Cool!" Pat began to circle toward Belle's head - but he ran afoul of Evie. Evie hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock since it sprang, already erect, from his pants. As he came close to her on his way to line up at Belle's head, she reached out gently to grasp it and murmured, "Don't!"

Pat stopped, confused, "Huh?"

Evie's eyes met his and pled, "Don't give it to her - I want it!"

"Well..." Pat, once targeted, was reluctant to give up a sure thing for... what?

Evie went to her knees before him and licked the tip of his glans. "Anything you can get from her, you can get from me - and you don't have to share!" She ovalled her lips around his glans and drew him in. Pat's eyes went round.

"Evie!" Becky was scandalized! Shit! Quite aside from screwing shit up, if she got a pussy full of some boy, it would take WEEKS for Becky to get her to lick her pussy! What in the Hell would SHE do for fun? Becky was going nuts NOW! All of this power and sex made a heady cocktail; she didn't see how she'd last the night!

But Evie had won already! Pat had lost all will to resist as his cock head had disappeared into Evie's mouth. Now, she stood up, snatched off her spaghetti-strap top, and tossed the remaining rubbers onto Belle's stomach - all but two; obviously she had plans for Pat! Taking Pat's hand, she led him toward one of the couples' booths, catching Alvin's eye. Alvin merely waved; they'd settle up later, or not at all. Under the circumstances, did it matter?

Becky, nonplussed, watched the door close. "And then there were four," she murmured, shaking her head. Where was she gonna get any relief now?

Rick sidled up to his father and murmured, "Now THAT was a strange development!"

Robert nodded, fondling one of Merry's breasts. "I have to agree. Still, things seem to be proceeding satisfactorily. Merry, there's no telling what mental state this will leave Belle in, but she will certainly be physically sore. Tomorrow, when you're both at work, she may want to cry on your shoulder a bit."

"Master beat ME for disobedience," Merry grumped.

"I beat HER just last night!" Robert pointed out. "Besides, if I'd turned several strange men loose on you, I wouldn't have given two bits for your mental state, afterward."

"Master is right, as usual," Merry sighed. "I'm learning; I could probably do this now. But then..." She shook her head, "It would have been too much."

Mandi, who was similarly backed up against Rick, whispered, "Love, do you think... ?"

Rick slid a hand into her crotch and found it to be swampy. Mildly surprised, he asked, "You didn't get enough last night?"

"Well," she replied, tensely, "This is pretty hot! I'm a little sore, but it doesn't stop me from being..."

"Horny?" Rick grinned.

"Yeah," Mandi was showing a distinct flush. "Would you ever do that to me?"

Rick was learning. He smiled. "Only if I considered that it might teach you something valuable," he replied. "See that bench over there?" The pair retired to a spot along the wall with a view of the proceedings and a comfortable surface for Mandi to kneel up on.

Robert, watching the main attraction, smiled. He caught Merry watching him archly. "You have a question?"

"No, Master," Merry replied, smiling, "I know the answer. I just heard it from our son." She sighed as Robert pulled her to a more central position before him, slid a finger between slick labia to play with her clit and ground his cock into the crack of her ass. There was a lot to be said for this sex thing... 

Monica, Alvin's female colleague, was in heavy weather at her position near the door. Ostensibly watching for new customers, her attention was actually fixed upon the events on the sales floor. She had an excellent view, augmented by one of the security cameras, which was currently displaying Fatty, obviously in the throes of his orgasm, surging and thrashing between Belle's legs. Monica was a somewhat upsize brunette in her early thirties who was not without sexual experience, gathered at the expense of being thought a slut when she was younger. But she had learned discretion, and sometimes, discreetly, she would select a particularly promising regular for an after-hours liaison, something she considered to be one of the perks of the job. The surveillance cameras in the peeps area had surfaced some really interesting prospects, and it kept her from having to troll dance clubs and other nightspots where her size would cause her to have to be a bottom feeder.

In Becky, she recognized a kindred soul, driven to desperation. How would she handle it? This was a particularly hot session; Monica was swampy! Becky looked to be absolutely beside herself! Monica continued her observation... 

Fatty stumbled back, his erection already going limp - and leaving the rubber hanging out of Belle's abused anus, dribbling semen onto the floor. Apparently, His cock wasn't large enough to stretch the rubber to a sustainable fit! Alvin, looking on, shook his head and collected a trash receptacle and brought it to Belle's left. "You want to take care of that?" he asked laconically. Fatty, halfway through retrieving his trousers, turned and gingerly retrieved the rubber and disposed of it, then hurriedly resumed dressing. Clearly, HE was done!

Becky had caught the byplay from her position at the head end, and she and Alvin exchanged a smile. As Fatty got out of immediate earshot, Becky ventured, "I wonder how big a lie this tale will be when HE retells it?"

Alvin countered with, "Maybe you should have Belle do him, next time?" a broad grin on his face. Becky nearly collapsed in laughter - the picture of Belle pounding Fatty with a strap-on was just too much! Fatty, who Monica was just unlocking the door for, glared back at them, certain that he was the subject of conversation, but fortunate in that he was to distant to discern it's actual nature.

Becky clapped Roy on the shoulder, "Okay, Bud, go get you some! Fat Boy was in her ass, so the pussy is fresh. Have fun!" Roy's look said that Christmas had come several months early as he waddled around Belle's stirruped right leg, hampered by trousers he'd yet to kick fully out of.

Lucius stepped up, slowly fisting his meat, "Easy, Son, you got all afternoon, unless I miss my guess. Don't hurt yourself, and try to enjoy it. Don't forget the rubber - it'll keep you from getting off too quick." Leaning in, he whispered, "And if you do, anyway, no one's gonna know - go on and get your second one." He winked and stepped back to wait while Roy wrestled with the rubber.

Meanwhile, 'Pop' was starting to get brave as he neared ejaculation in Belle's mouth. "Oh, baby! You got one sweeeet mouth! I'm gonna ask your master if he'll let me shoot down your throat a couple of times a week! Oh, shit! Maybe he'll sell you to me, and I can keep you chained to the bed, or something! God, what a throat! Nice hooters, too!" He filled both hands with breast flesh, something unavailable while Roy was camped on her chest. "Yeah, a fella would pay good money for a slut like you! Maybe I could put you out on the street when I'm not using ya and claim you as income property on my taxes!" Pop's imagination was augmenting his other senses; at that point, the combination took him over the edge, "Awwww, SHIIIIIIT! Here it comes!" Pop could barely stand as he let go of two week's worth of pent-up seminal production.

Belle was somewhat sorry to see it. He had a nice cock, and the verbal fantasy was as perversely arousing to her as it had been to him, but the wash of semen down her throat that signaled the end of this round was, all too likely, the end of the match, Belle figured. Well, the taste left a bit to be desired, but it was the sense of accomplishment that really made it fun... 

Pop backed off, a bit unsteadily, and smiled down at Belle. She swallowed and got control of the gunk in her throat, then asked, "Is that it?"

Pop seemed to take stock, then: "No, I don't think so. I'm gonna hang back and watch while I recover, and if you're still here, I'll sample the other end."

Belle smiled and nodded, then lost focus as she discovered that gentle fingers were probing around her vagina. She picked her head up, (no mean feat) and came eye to eye with an embarrassed Roy. "I-I..." he stuttered.

Belle smiled, shut off the vibrator, and laid it aside. "Let me have it," she said, gently. Roy eased forward, and Belle took his sheathed erection in hand and directed it to its target. Locking eyes with the frightened male, she cooed, "Slowly, now - you're the first one there tonight, and I'm not really in practice. Let's get the damned rubber wet." Roy eased forward, and a look suffused his face that announced that he'd arrived at the pearly gates! "Take your time," she husked, "If it gets too intense, stop for a second and get your control back. We've got plenty of time for a nice, long ride."

Belle's handling of the boy told Becky that she'd slipped the leash again, and was enjoying herself. Getting the boy to treat her like a slut was right out the window - he was in love, at this point! Becky couldn't even think for the maddening itch between her legs! Roy might be trainable, but who knew what he'd have left when Belle got done with him? Pop was old, and Lucius was, well, black... 

Suddenly, from the half open door of the couples booth came a squalled, "Oh, God, Pat! It's HUGE! Ahhhh! Yessss!"

'Shit!' Becky thought, beside herself with frustration, 'There goes ANY CHANCE of getting my pussy licked!' But a synapse spat, and she turned to Belle and started lifting the headrest into a more natural position. "Much as I'd like to watch Lucius do you up, he deserves pussy, and I have more urgent needs!" she announced conversationally. "Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"Yes..." Belle replied.

"Oh, thank God!" Becky stepped out of her shorts, "I need it, bad!" She climbed right onto the bench, straddling Belle's head, and lowered a hot, wet pussy onto her face. Belle scrabbled about a bit, got a grip on her waist, and shifted her to a position where she could better attack her clit, and went to work. Becky was a little more gamey than Merry, but it had been a long, highly charged day. Belle went to work on the channel between Becky's already distended labia, swiping from end to end. All in all, pussy juice probably tasted better than cum, but the action between her legs told her that boys were still king! Roy was past the initial phase; everything was nice and slippery, he had control of himself, and he was developing a nice rhythm! Belle transferred some of her pleasure at his efforts to Becky, who was profoundly thankful for the attention given to her poor, steaming twat! "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, "That's soooo good!"

Alvin found that he was standing within inches of some of the hottest sex he'd ever seen! To his left, Roy was pounding away, beginning to set a driving rhythm that experience told Alvin would drive him over the brink in mere moments; to his right, Becky was riding back and forth, gasping and shuddering. In between, Belle's breasts shook and juddered under the impacts. Alvin detected a roll of Belle's hips as she succumbed to the huge amount of stimulation she had undergone - with any luck, she and Roy would meet one another in that other universe you go to when you cum... Alvin watched Becky's face suffuse with pleasure as she gave herself to her lust; it was unfathomable, but something about the chunky brunette was SO hot! Maybe it was that aura of control... 

Becky's eyes flew open, she threw both arms around a startled Alvin and demanded, "KISS ME!" Alvin, snatched off balance, found himself in a lip-lock with the highly charged brunette. The lips weren't bad, so he essayed a tongue swipe - and Becky's was there in a flash! But they'd barely started playing when Becky stiffened, and suddenly tried to suck it out by the roots, grunting "Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm!" and spasming wildly!

For Becky, Belle was the bomb, but Alvin was the detonator! Belle's tongue had worked wonders, soothing while enervating, bringing her to a fever pitch - but one look at Alvin and she HAD to have him! Thought didn't enter into it - her brain screamed, 'Get him! Now!' and the deed was done! She worried for a moment, distantly, then his tongue slipped through his lips - and the bomb went off!

Becky had orgasmed before - her fingers knew her clitoris well, and she'd managed a couple of run-ins with boys - but nothing like THIS! The combination of the power she'd wielded in operational control of a gang- bang, Belle's talented tongue, and the success of her temerity in gathering Alvin in added itself to the shock waves crashing through her and took her to an incredible place - problem was, it brought her back, too hyped up to stop!

Alvin was holding himself up by two hands on Becky's chunky hips while two cushiony breasts drove two twenty two caliber nipples into his pects. The arms wrapped around his neck made withdrawal impossible without a fuss, and, well, he didn't want to, anyway. Reasons weren't clear - heavy women didn't really appear on his radar - but there was an attraction... 

Becky dropped her head forward, momentarily exhausted - which gave her a ringside view of the popup tent in Alvin's pants. She gathered herself and rose, looking across the room over Alvin's shoulder - only to lock smoky eyes with the big dishwater blonde girl - the younger 'slave' - who was kneeling over a bench, rocking to the slow impacts of her 'master' as he drove his cock into her from behind. Both were watching the activity on the 'lover's bench' avidly, although the girl was showing some distraction. As Becky watched, the girl groaned and hunched herself lower to the bench, pushing her ass higher to meet the guy's thrusts.

Resolution firmed. Becky locked eyes with Alvin for a second, then her eyes flicked to his crotch. "I want that!"

"Okay," Alvin muttered thickly. Why did he say that?

"Now!" Becky backed off the bench, not releasing Alvin.

"Here?" Alvin queried. He was really confused. Why was he doing this? Why didn't he just say no? His cock wasn't thinking for him; sure, she was sexy (she was?), but the compulsion didn't seem to come from there... 

"Yeah, here," Becky drew a bemused Alvin around to Belle's right side, let go of his hand and whipped her top over her head. While she was making short work of a rather robust brassiere, she said gently, "Come on, Honey, you know how - drop those pants! As Alvin loosened his belt, her tits popped free, and they were... nice! Big suckers, with pinkish-brown nipples surrounded by areolae the size of a silver dollar... Not huge, 'C' cup? They sagged a bit, but in general they were round, not droopy. Alvin, a member in good standing of the 'more than a handful is a waste' school, couldn't understand how his hands just naturally closed on them, thumbs rolling the nipples, and his lips connected to her again just below that little red nose... 

The kiss lasted a few seconds, and Becky, taken totally by surprise, backed away from it in a highly emotional state. She took a breath, put her feet back on the ground, and husked, "I guess it's not going to be possible to keep this casual..." Now nude, she took over divesting Alvin of his trousers, hampered a bit by the delicious things he was doing to her nipples. As his Dockers finally pooled around his feet, she snatched up a rubber from the scatter trapped beside Belle on the bench from where they had collected after Evie tossed them on her belly, looked at Alvin's erect cock, (Holy shit! What is that? Seven inches? Eight?), frowned, discarded it and selected another. Shredding the foil packet, she began to fit him, making a passable pretense at casual conversation, "My, that's pretty! And all for me..."

Alvin was just north of stuporous. What the Hell was he doing? Why had he kissed her? Nude, well, he'd had a LOT better; she had a roll of fat above her bushy, well-padded pudenda - not absolutely disgusting, but she was no swimsuit model! Now, she was fiddling with his cock, doing a fair job of the uncomfortable process of getting it into a rubber, (Gah! He HATED rubbers! He'd passed up fucking any number of chicks because they wanted him to use a rubber!) - but here he stood, cock standing like a flagpole, and nothing short of an earthquake was going to keep him out of that pussy - and he did NOT know why!

"Okay, Honey," Becky turned around, still holding Alvin's cock in one hand while she waved toward where Rick was steadily pounding away at Mandi, "See what they're doing? That's what I want, okay?" It would take an idiot not to realize that something was up with Alvin - but HE had kissed HER that last time, so... 

Alvin looked down at her broad back and even broader ass, thinking distantly, 'Damn! Have I EVER, STONE DRUNK, done a girl this wide?' but his hands settled onto her hips as she slicked up his rubber-encased cockhead on her dripping labia and showed it it's target. And the thought didn't stop him from working the head of his cock into her tight channel as she let go, draping herself over Belle's midsection below Roy's sweaty face and grabbing the far side of the bench for support.

But the position proved untenable almost immediately; Belle was rolling her hips, well on the way to orgasm as young Roy pounded away at her already over-stimulated vagina. "Stay with me," she whispered, "I'm gonna cum!"

Becky backed off, resting her arms on the bench beside Belle as the pair moved toward their peak. Roy, eyes huge, was puffing and panting, his hips moving like a metronome. Both were pink and agitated, as Belle moaned "Ummm... Ummm..."

Roy, excited, gasped," I can't... I'm gonna... !"

"Harder, then! Faster! Bring me, too!" Belle wailed.

Roy redoubled his efforts, delivering a serious pounding attack that was short-lived, but turned the trick! "Awwwww!" Roy howled, stiffening and crushing himself against her, while Belle screeched "Yes!!! Yes!!!" and began to undulate. Roy collapsed across Belle's belly and she clutched at him, cradling his head between her breasts.

Meanwhile, Alvin sank slowly into Becky's tight channel. It was a hot oil bath, incredible - but Alvin wasn't satisfied. The weird mindset that had characterized the whole run-in continued to claim him, leading him to do something uncharacteristically insane: Withdrawing his penis fully from Becky's snug channel, he slid off the condom and resocketed it in her hot, wet cleft.

Becky knew what he'd done even before he waved it in front of her eyes, then tossed it in the trash can; the fit of Alvin's cock in her tunnel was absolutely perfect, so when the second stroke brought not the sensation of the rubbery reservoir tip of the condom but the fleshy tip of Alvin's cock against her cervix, she knew instinctively what had occurred. She turned her head to the side in order to pick him up with one eye as he demanded, "Still want it?"

"God, yes!" she gasped. She was full, replete. Nothing in her experience was so perfect! "More than ever! But..." Becky grinned ferally, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile..."

Alvin's grin was equally feral as he leaned close to her ear and hissed, "Then I'll be a daddy, won't I?" Immediately, he rose up and began pounding her savagely. All control was out the window. Alvin couldn't seem to help himself; Becky's wet heat was... luxurious! He had no more control than young Roy!

As for Becky, she put her chin on her crossed arms and concentrated on taking everything offered, her face displaying expressions that said clearly that there were things going on in her crotch that were too important to worry about how she looked. "Ng, ng, ng, ng, ng, ng..." she grunted as she took Alvin's hammering and bounced back for more. Alvin was finding every nerve ending in her soaking vagina! God! How could ANYTHING be THIS GOOD?

Monica was totally flabbergasted. Alvin had it all: looks, personality, and brains. As a result, he had a running stable of applicants for the occupancy of the other side of his bed. Monica was well aware that Alvin was picky; all of his girls were trim, svelte, and beautiful. Occasionally, one wandered in and tried to cut the others out by giving him a nooner in one of the couples booths - and Monica, having had the foresight to put up a webcam, had covertly watched him many times, admiring his cool control and flawless technique as he put them through their paces, always eliciting two or more orgasms before depositing his sperm. And condoms were a no-no with Alvin; Monica had seen him spurn absolutely beautiful women at the mention of one! The guy tearing up Becky's channel couldn't be Alvin - this blinding, uncontrolled attack was totally uncharacteristic of the Alvin Monica knew. And the fact that the chubby little brunette actually managed to put a condom on him, even for a moment... What in the Hell was going on?

Alvin certainly didn't know... All he DID know was somehow, the chubby little brunette he was pounding had reached deep inside him and pushed the button that released an animal who cared for nothing but savoring the intense pleasure she was providing him. Alvin prided himself on his control; he never came until he had met whatever goal he set for pleasuring the woman he was with. But with Becky, there was no control - he was too deeply into the torrent of sensation! Becky's pussy fit like a glove, and all he wanted to do was get in it and drive and drive and drive... Little things, like the way her ass cheeks fluttered to the shocks he was delivering, turned him on. He ran his hands along her wide back, barely feeling the ribs under a layer that wasn't quite fat, really - as opposed to his usual sexual partners, whose entire skeletal structure revealed itself to his hands under their taut skin. Vaguely, it occurred to him that his normal sexual partners were like sports cars - sleek, finely tuned, flashy, capable of incredible performance, but fragile. Becky, on the other hand, was nothing much to look at, but she was built like a Cadillac or a Lincoln - heavy, solid, luxurious. Maybe not capable of the same top speed, but the ride was smoother, more comfortable, less shattering than... Confusion still reigned in his mind, but it rode in the back seat while the wild animal chasing his pleasure drove. That animal was howling and gibbering, laughing and taunting, 'I'm gonna shoot a quart into this little bitch, and if she gets pregnant it's just another hold I'll have on her!' The rational Alvin in the back seat was shocked, but... 

Belle was recovering from quite a nice little cum, thank you very much... She ran her fingers through Roy's lank, sweaty hair, and turned her attention to the uproar to her left - only discover that Alvin and Becky were setting fire to the place at a rate she'd never even THOUGHT of! Becky had her head on her crossed arms, face toward Belle's, so she could take in the full effect - her whole face had shaded to the color of her shiny nose, and she was starting to sweat, panting and gasping, with that odd look on her face that indicated she was concentrating intensely on something about to happen in another universe; certainly, her vacant, half-slitted eyes weren't seeing anything in THIS one! Becky's whole body shook under Alvin's assault - and his face was positively manic!

Belle reached out and smoothed some stray hair from Becky's sweaty forehead, and Becky seemed to notice her for the first time. "I'm... gonna... cum... SO... HARD..." she gasped out in time to Alvin's pounding. Saying anything more appeared to be beyond her for the moment, but Belle got the idea - too well! In fact... 

"Roy, honey," Belle urged, shaking the sleepy teen, "You need to get up. Lucius has been waiting patiently..." Belle couched the request gently, but in fact impatience was driving - the couple going at it to her left had lit a new fire in her loins, and Lucius had the equipment and the experience to handle it!

"Um?" Roy murmured sleepily. "Oh, yeah." He levered himself up, reluctantly.

"You can come back when you're recharged," Belle offered. "In fact, after Lucius and I get going, if you want to come up to the head end..."

Roy started scrambling. "Yeah, that sounds good!" Shit! A blowjob, too? What a day!

Lucuis shambled up. "You okay with this?" He was willing to bet that before today, sex with a black man had never entered Belle's mind - and he'd have been right, for that matter... 

Belle locked eyes with him and shrugged. "I'm not the person to ask - she is!" She indicated Becky with her chin. "Or he is..." with a nod toward Robert, who was watching intently. Returning her attention to Lucius, she added, "But, no, I DON'T have a problem with it. In fact, I'm looking forward to it..."

"Them's pretty kind words, considering what's gone on today," Lucius observed while rubbing the sheathed tip of his sizeable member along her nether lips.

Belle laughed softly, "You don't know the half of it!"

"Huh," Lucius snorted, "You ready then?"

"Please."

Lucius put his hips behind the penetration, slowly working his glans through the opening. "Damn! That lil' fat girl was right! No more'n Roy opened you up, he'd a' probably not been able to feel ya after I got done!" 'Pretty damned comfortable, though, ' he mused to himself as, halfway in, he backed off some to spread her natural lubrication over the rubber. On the next stroke, his glans bonked her cervix, and she wondered how she was going to handle the rest of him... 

Lucius seemed to divine her question. "A little practice, an' when I get goin' that door'll flower open," he offered. "Dunno about today, though. You're a little more snug than my Irma was - 'course, I mighta stretched her some!" He winked, grinning, drawing a delighted smile from Belle.

Well, the wit MIGHT have been what elicited the smile - or it might have been the fact that Lucius was expertly handling the largest cock Belle had ever taken! Belle decided that she was certainly enjoying it... The black man was a gentleman, too! Very few strokes went by before Belle was rolling her hips, working at getting every bit of enjoyment the long, heavy shaft could deliver. It wasn't QUITE as stiff as say, Roy's, but it was plenty stiff enough to do the job, and had quite a size advantage! Big hands settled over her breasts and began expertly tweaking the nipples. Just what the doctor ordered!

Lucius set a steady pace, announcing, "I want to enjoy you a while, Missy!" Belle wasn't about to complain; she knew she was going to cum - probably several times!

Robert, looking on, observed, "I feel left out!"

Merry grinned, "Me, too! Where do you want me?"

"Hmmm," Robert mused, looking around, "See any more of those benches?" He nodded to where, several feet away, Rick and Mandi were still at it on the padded bench, Mandi obviously rounding third.

Merry smiled fondly. "They're a cute couple, aren't they?" But the question turned rhetorical, despite Robert's nod, as her eyes swept the room, "Isn't that one?" she asked, pointing off to one side.

Robert shifted positions. "Yeah." There one was, hidden by the display rack. "Let's drag it over here - I'd hate to miss the show."

Lucius looked down at Becky, who was emitting a constant series of quick, tense moans. "Al, you better slide her back across this one's belly - she's about to lose her legs!"

The comment took a second to penetrate; Alvin wasn't pay attention to anything but the interface between his cock and that weirdly fine pussy. "Huh?"

"She's gonna cum big," Lucius amplified, "an' when she does, she's gonna fall down! Drape her back across this 'un!"

"Yeah," Alvin nodded vacantly. "Didn't work before..."

"We're takin' it easy," Lucius assured him, "Aren't we?"

"Uh, yeah," Belle gasped. HE might be; she wasn't so sure SHE was! What a cock!

Alvin had throttled back while considering his options. Becky whimpered; why had he stopped hammering her? She was SOOOO close... 

"Hey! Becky! Raise up!" Alvin demanded.

"Huh?" Becky did so, more or less instinctively.

SLAM!

"Uuhhh!" Becky lost her air supply as Alvin simply drove her into the side of the bench, causing her to do a belly-flop onto Belle. Belle, too, had the breath forced out of her, but she recovered quickly, since the primary point of contact was Becky's spongy tits. Lucius chuckled at her comical expression.

Alvin grinned fiercely and resumed his shattering attack, the animal in full control. He was gonna give this little bitch two big cums, then he was gonna shoot a load in her that gave her triplets! Yeah! Maybe quads!

Becky, head up to regain her breath, produced a beatific smile and began to hum in time to his stroke, "Um, um, um, um, um, um," the volume getting steadily louder. She was totally disconnected from anything but that plunging cock and its immediate effects, her attention riveted on the growing bubble of her orgasm.

Animal Alvin was still slamming and still working on the fantasy. 'Maybe I'll unload five on her - or six! Yeah, six! Treat her like a bitch and she'll have a litter, like puppies! Damn, this is good! Who'd have thought? How come the chicks I date don't feel like this?'

The bubble burst. "UuuuUUUUUMMMM! Oh, God!" Becky went rigid, grabbing the far side of the bench and arching her back as the waves inundated her.

Alvin had a moment of simple gratification before the velvet glove began milking his cock. Normally, he'd have handled it - but this was Animal Alvin, and he hadn't been operating in the disconnected, controlled mode Rational Alvin used. Becky's pulsing liquid grip was too much, and he had been riding too close to the edge, enjoying it rather than controlling it. "YEAH!!! SHIT YEAH!!!" Animal Alvin howled, as he tried to drive his cock through her cervix an instant before unleashing an torrent of cum - long, rippling shots that roared up his pulsing cock with almost painful intensity. Every one of those shots she took on her cervix caused another flash of joy in Becky; she took three before her eyes rolled up and she collapsed across Belle, boneless.

"Uh, Becky? (That was her name, right?) You okay?" Animal Alvin subsided, leaving a confused Rational Alvin in his wake. But he left the pleasure, too... Minor movements of his cock in Becky's still-pulsing channel sent shock waves through him - his penis was suffering from an INCREDIBLE case of post-coital sensitivity!

"Mmmmm?" Becky roused slowly, eyes unfocused. "Yeah. 'M fine. Damn, that was good!"

"Yeah," Alvin agreed distantly. Hell, it had been incredible! But why? What made this chunky little brunette so special?

Becky got shaky hands under her and raised up; both she and Belle were generating a lot of body heat, and the area where their bodies overlapped was sweat-sticky. "Are you done? Or do you want to go again?"

"Uh," Alvin stepped back and a completely defeated cock slipped from Becky's cleft. Alvin was momentarily tongue-tied with embarrassment; normally, even after he let go, he was still stiff - but the whole encounter had been so cataclysmic. "Guess I'm done, for now," he husked, embarrassed.

Becky turned around and eyed the tool. "Well, we pounded it pretty hard. Sounds like you're up for a rematch, though - and I'm gonna hold you to it!" She turned and slid into his arms and offered her lips - which Alvin took, to his continuing surprise. What's more, when they broke, he had two handfuls of her generous ass!

"Oops!" Alvin let go like he'd been burnt, but Becky just smiled.

"Run along," she chuckled, "I'm sure you've got stuff to do." Turning away, she continued, "I'm supposed to be supervising this..." She blinked, reached down to her cleft, and drew back a soaked hand. "You wouldn't have anything..."

"Oh, yeah! Sure!" Alvin managed to get his trousers up and made for the counter, where he fished a roll of paper towels from beneath and hurried back. "I'm sure you're not the only one..." he mumbled lamely.

"Well, Belle might catch up, but I'm the current leader," Becky replied, grinning. There was a small stool nearby, and she collected it, setting it near Belle's head, and sat on it, dabbing at her nether lips with the paper towel.

Alvin turned and hurried off, plopping on a high stool behind the counter. He sat there, eyeing Becky and looking troubled.

"Your leg," Belle gasped.

"Huh?"

"Get your leg!"

Becky looked down. Sure enough, big drops were rolling down her inner thigh. "Wow! What a flood!" she observed, "I'm gonna drip for a week!"

Belle smiled somewhat distractedly and returned her attention to Lucius, who was steadily poling her with his big cock. Lucius grinned, "Damn, you're good!"

Belle closed her eyes and pulled a breath, "You're no slouch! Mmmmmmm!"

Becky leaned in, "Not exactly punishment, is it?"

Belle smiled, "No."

"Taking Roy down the throat won't be, either," Becky opined.

Belle, eyes closed, shook her head.

"What if Pop does your ass?" Becky inquired.

Belle shrugged, "Maybe." Obviously, she didn't care.

Lucius stepped up the pace. "Let's get us some!" he rumbled.

Belle's hips began rolling in earnest; Lucius' cock was wonderful, and the additional speed was all she needed. She began emitting a series of whining gasps, "Yeah... Yeah... Yeah..." as Lucius slowly applied more power.

Becky could see where this was headed, so she hopped up, uninterested. She found Pop and Roy going over the toy racks. "How's it going, boys?"

Pop looked up, eyeing her nakedness. "Fine. I'm gonna get me another piece, in a bit, if she's still there. What happened to you?"

Becky looked down at herself. "I got carried away."

Pop just nodded, but Roy ogled her. "Pretty good for, uh..."

"Heavy?" Becky grinned ferally. "Good enough for Alvin, over there."

"Musta been," Roy agreed. Tentatively, he reached out a hand... 

... And Becky batted it away. "Sorry, I'm done handing it out." She turned and headed back toward Belle, calling over her shoulder, "Let me know if you find anything - she's enjoying herself too much again!" Becky continued past Belle and Lucius and stuck her head through the half-open door of the couples' booth. Pat and Evie were both buck naked, Evie riding Pat's long cock cowgirl style on the couch. Both of them had blissful smiles. Pat was cradling Evie's little flat titties and playing with the nipples; Evie was looking as flushed and animated as Becky had ever seen her. "Hey, Evie!"

Evie's eyes opened, taking in Becky's dishabille. "What happened to you?"

"Got carried away," Becky replied. "Had your sterling example before me... How many is that?"

Evie blushed. "Rubbers? Two."

"Cums?" Becky prompted.

"Four," Pat announced smugly.

"How come you're on the bottom?" Becky chided.

"She wore me out," Pat admitted. "So we switched."

"She didn't wear THAT out," Becky observed, eyeing his still burgeoning erection.

"Nah, just my back."

Evie's eyes were going glassy, and her breathing was getting noisy. "Go 'way, Becky - we're busy!"

Becky grinned and backed out. The drips had slowed down, so she started gathering her clothing. Belle was showing signs of a recent orgasm, and Lucius was grinning from ear to ear as Roy sidled up. "Uh, can I get that..."

Belle opened bleary eyes. "Sure, Sweetheart. Lower my head - use the crank." Moments later, she was accepting Roy's cock. Alvin ambled up and took a couple of photos of Belle being serviced at both ends, directed a couple of troubled glances at Becky, and retired to the counter. Lucius started showing some strain, and Belle started thrashing, gurgling "Oog! Oog! Oog!" around Roy's cock.

About the time Belle started really arching and heaving, Lucius grunted and landed about a half-dozen pile-driver strokes before subsiding. Stroking her thighs, he stood there a moment, then backed off. "Damn, that was good! Gimme a few, and I'll be back!" he announced, stripping off a loaded rubber.

Pop ambled up, and Becky made her request, "She's enjoying it too much again - would you do her ass?"

Pop blinked. "Shit, I'll try!" The idea apparently appealed to him - he had no problem producing an erection, or holding it while applying a rubber. Becky fished a lube packet out of her shorts pocket, and Pop greased himself and Belle up. The insertion provided a satisfactory amount of thrashing and groaning, as far as Becky was concerned; Belle obviously didn't enjoy the initial stages. But she settled down, and Roy's face again took on that look that said he had no worries about her biting his cock off or anything. Becky figured that unless she got really inventive, things were about done. She ambled over to where the master was just helping the older slave to her feet and announced, "I'm afraid I didn't do very well."

Robert shrugged. "She'll find it memorable. It was worth it. I felt that you did a pretty good job!" He glanced over at the action, "Are they about done?"

Becky glanced back at the trio who were working out, "No. They'll take a bit. Then the black guy will probably want another piece. The kid might actually manage thirds! I told them they could have all they wanted..."

"Fine. We've other business to attend to. Belle will be well worked out by the time we're all finished," Robert announced.

"I'm not sure she's being punished," Becky asserted.

"Well, it's difficult. She's a bit of a masochist," Robert allowed. "Got any ideas?"

Becky grinned like a shark. "Well, it's about humiliation, right? Does she live with you?"

"No. Not yet, anyway," Robert admitted.

"So, if she had to entertain them - individually - at her house, in the next week... ?"

Robert's eyes bugged. "Whew!" Privately, he wondered if his hold on Belle was that good... "I'll take that under advisement."

"It's radical," Becky admitted, "but it will cure embarrassment!"

Robert nodded, deep in thought. "Are you leaving?"

"My girlfriend is still busy. She kind of surprised me!" Becky admitted.

"You got some pretty hot action, too, it looked like to me..." Robert glanced at Alvin, who glanced at the pair of them and looked troubled.

"Yeah," Becky replied, "I surprised myself, too. But not as much as I surprised him, I think."

Merry smiled. "HE surprised him! He's struggling, but I think if you work him right, you can reel him in!"

"I don't know," Becky replied, "It was great, but it was like lightning - it won't happen again. I'm not what he's looking for."

Robert shook his head. "I wouldn't be too sure. You've proven yourself to be formidable, and resourceful. Don't throw away that advantage." He moved off toward Alvin.

Merry lingered a moment. "Sometimes, what a man THINKS he wants..." She turned and followed her master.

Robert closed on Alvin, who was sitting behind the counter, looking perplexed. "Shall we continue our discussion? I'd like to get some suggestions for apparatus while Belle is finishing..."

"Huh? Oh, sure!" Alvin gathered himself visibly. "I have a couple of pretty good books on the subject..." The pair moved back toward the bondage display. "Are you looking primarily for restraints?"

"Well, I don't know," Robert replied. "Certainly that, but I need to keep the interest of my charges. It wouldn't hurt to have something diabolical up my sleeve..."

Alvin chuckled, and proffered a book. "Why don't you peruse this? It has various classical items in it, along with some suggestions for homemade devices." He grinned widely at Merry. "The most fiendish always seem to fix it so that the victim is hoist on his or her own petard..."

"Perfect!" Robert began thumbing through the volume, examining pictures and diagrams. "Some of these items look like they are not designed to leave the user in any viable condition afterward, but they DO spark the imagination..."

Alvin nodded. "The Inquisition, in particular, was only interested in extracting a confession. Whether there was any truth involved was secondary; so was the survival of the confessor. Still, there are things to be learned, if only what NOT to do!"

"Ummmm," Robert mused, still thumbing pages. "I'll take it. In the short term, though, what can you suggest?"

"What are we looking at for structure?"

"Standard improved basement, concrete floors and walls, drop ceiling over floor joists at seven feet four inches." Robert replied.

"Well, you're not going to be hanging THAT one up vertically," Alvin observed, nodding to Mandi. "Still, if you angle things... May I?" He took the book from Robert and flicked the pages, coming to a picture of an apparatus that dragged upon the victim by the simple expedient of keeping him/her off balance, using the victim's own weight against them. "Something as simple as a fixed sawhorse or a bar at the midriff can make this tolerable for long periods while rendering it uncomfortable as Hell..." He grinned maliciously at Merry, who returned the look, poker faced.

Robert arched an eyebrow. "Had any luck, yet?"

Alvin laughed, "No, she doesn't scare easily!"

Robert turned his full attention on Merry, "Yes. Overconfident, that one..." NOW Merry blanched, realizing the trap she'd fallen into. After a moment, she handed Robert her punishment book.

"Her training is exquisite, though," Alvin observed.

"She's come a long way, and she's highly motivated," Robert replied. He opened the book, poised the pen, examined Merry's worried eyes, and slammed it shut. "She's hard to discipline. It's difficult to find a good reason to do so."

"Why don't you start with a couple of sets of manacles that you can shoot bolts for into the floor, a couple of small tackle rigs, and some D rings?" Alvin suggested, "You'd be surprised how flexible those items are. Locks, a couple of eyebolts... There's really no need to get too fancy. I'd recommend looking at stocks, later, but..."

"Fine. Let's look at suitable restraints. I can always call you if imagination fails," Robert replied. "Merry, have you selected everything that the three of you were to obtain?"

"I think so, Master. Work and dress collars - was there anything else?" Merry asked.

"Nothing explicitly requested, but you may look. What about the engraving?"

"I called it out," Alvin interjected. "The engraver was in. We should have them soon, given the amount of time that has elapsed."

Robert nodded, and Merry got the hint. "I'll go see what Rick and Mandi are doing, Master." A nod of release, and she was off.

When they were alone, Robert asked, "Did you enjoy yourself with the young lady?"

Alvin frowned. "Well, yeah, but..."

"Out with it. Perhaps a second opinion will help."

"I date lots of girls," Alvin related, "and I have standards. She doesn't measure up, but..."

"But?" Robert prompted.

"Look, sir - I have no shortage of girlfriends, and nice as they are, Merry and Mandi don't measure up! This Becky doesn't even come close! When I'm out, girls like her don't even bother to ask! But I'm standing there, and she says 'Kiss me!' and I do it! And she says 'Fuck me!' and I do that, too! And I don't know why!"

"Is that so bad?" Robert wondered.

"Well, it isn't half of it!" Alvin burst out. "I get laid a lot! I got laid this morning! I have a half-dozen 'friends' who hang out with me to pick up the leftovers!" Alvin glanced around like he was expecting Candid Camera, and hissed, "And that was hands down the best piece of ass I've EVER had!"

Robert chuckled. "This is killing you isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Alvin grunted, "I just can't figure it! Normally, I'm in complete control - I say who cums, when, and how hard. With Becky, I wasn't in any kind of control - I was just hangin' out there, lovin' it. And when she came, she took me with her!" He rubbed his face. "I'm still trying to figure out how I got there in the first place!"

Robert chuckled. "Obviously, the young lady has something missing in your other applicants."

"What?" Alvin demanded, irritated, "Forty pounds? Acne?"

"Hmmmm. I, personally, found her to be extremely resourceful, and more than a little intelligent. And while physically, she wouldn't make my top ten, either, she's not totally repulsive..."

"Look!" Alvin whipped out his wallet, displaying pictures of three svelte creatures, the most modest of which was in a string bikini. "THIS is the competition!"

"I submit to you, Son, that SOMETHING is trying to tell you that it's time to look past the packaging! You just said it! You're not really having fun with these girls - they are an exercise in control - nothing more!"

"Okay, but why her? Why this particular fat chick?" Alvin whined.

"You might as well ask why DNA is twisted clockwise - if it is. Is your sudden appreciation of the heavier side general?" Robert queried.

Alvin glanced at Belle, then across the room at Monica. "Nope. At least, I don't think so. Nobody else here is her age, but..."

"Then it could be anything - her personality, pheromones, perfume. Maybe she reminds you of - oh, I don't know! - your mother?"

"Um, not likely," Alvin shook his head.

"Well, your subconscious is screaming at you," Robert observed. "You need to get your head straight, or re-evaluate your priorities." He took another look at the Miss Alvin contestants. "These girls all look pretty high-maintenance to me. How would you like to be stuck with one of them for, say, twenty years?"

Alvin was making a face before he thought about it! "Uhhh..." Realization dawned. "Well, I'm not ready for THIS!"

Robert laughed. "Well," he chuckled, "You need to get a handle on what it is that she brings to the table that your hindbrain has such an interest in. After that, you can try to figure out what to do about it. I can tell you this: It isn't sex."

"It isn't?" Alvin looked stricken.

"No, it isn't," Robert replied. "She had you jumping through hoops long before she bent over and rubbed your cock in her wet spot!"

"Hoooo boy!" Alvin moaned, "Let's talk about something simple, like diabolical torture devices!"

The two spoke of outfitting the Nellis' basement as a dungeon/playroom and of the various methods of handling the photos from the first visit. In the meantime, Pop got his licks in Belle's ass, Ray lost a second load in Belle's throat, and Lucius started his second round in Belle's tight box.

Robert looked over at where Pop and Roy were regaining their trousers. "Gentlemen!" All three men granted him their attention. "Alvin has your contact information?" Ray and Lucius merely nodded, Lucius pumping steadily. Pop was more suspicious. "Yeah, why?"

"I may want you to make another delivery," Robert announced. That got their attention! Belle's too! Her eyes went from pleasure-filled slits to wide orbs, which she turned on her new master. Robert stared back, smiling enigmatically.

Merry stood with Rick and Mandi, watching the proceedings. "Well, better her than me..."

"Something wrong, Mum?" Rick asked.

Merry sighed. "I acted too unconcerned when Alvin teased me about getting tied up in the basement," she announced ruefully. "Now I'm afraid I'm in for it." She caught Mandi's eye, "You're lucky - your master merely has stamina. Mine's diabolical!"

"Maybe I'll get Pop to swap for a week," Rick mused. "He can wail on Mandi... That would put an end to all of the anticipation."

Merry rolled her eyes, "As if that's a major issue! Besides, your father would get a week's worth of young stuff; what would YOU get?" Rick wiggled his eyebrows and Merry erupted, "Rick! I'm your mother!"

Rick chuckled evilly. "Wait'll I tell him how interested you are!"

"Rick! No! Oh, God!" Turning to Mandi, Mer ry begged, "Say something!"

Mandi shook her head, "You think I have any influence on him?"

Merry turned away, "Me and my big mouth!" But she couldn't deny the itch.

Belle, already worked up, was having no problem climaxing under Lucius' driving attack. This time, he wasn't taking it easy, and Belle gave herself to the pleasure as control slipped away for the second time since he'd entered her. In the midst of her explosion, she felt him surge and pulse, and when he collapsed across her she found herself kissing him. Skin color didn't matter - and besides, he had big, soft lips... 

"I hate to rush you, but we're all done, here..." Robert announced apologetically.

Lucius backed off Belle and smiled at her. "Well, it was a LOT more than I expected to get when I arrived! Thanks, Baby!"

Belle smiled, and set about trying to get her limbs to work. She was limp as a dishrag, and sore in some of the oddest places... 

"Give your men a hug, and come over here and kneel up," Robert directed.

Belle did so. Roy was still looking at her cow-eyed, and seemed incapable of saying anything but "Damn!" Pop, whose real name was Ed something, murmured, "Sorry about the ass..." Belle kissed him on the cheek, and murmured, "It was fine. Did you like it?" Pop nodded, embarrassed.

Lucius gave her a big hug. "That was sure fine!"

Belle smiled. "Becky was right, you ARE luscious!" Lucius laughed and patted her on the ass. Belle slowly made her way to Robert, and knelt. She needed a good massage and some painkillers, but otherwise, it had been a remarkable experience!

Robert collared her with her new 'working' collar. While he was at it, Becky wandered over, "No hard feelings?"

Belle smiled. "No. God knows what I'd have done in your place!"

"Um, what about the, uh..." Becky colored.

"Girl stuff?" Belle smiled. "I didn't mind."

"So, are you embarrassed?" Robert queried.

"About what I did? Yes. About this?" Belle indicated her nakedness "No."

"Good," Robert approved. "Girls, recover your clothing - it's time to leave." Turning to Becky, he rumbled, "Thanks. You did a helluva job." Carefully not looking at Alvin, he murmured, "Stay on him - he's confused, but he'll get used to it." Getting a nod from Rick, he turned to the slaves, "Collect our stuff - we're leaving!" and turned toward the door, leading the caravan out.

Lucius, sated, wandered to the door behind the group, but was stopped momentarily by Monica. "I agree with the others," she whispered, pressing a slip of paper into his hand, "You ARE luscious! Call me - or better yet, I get off at ten..."

Lucius gave her a quick once-over (which she passed), and hit the door muttering, "It's fucking Christmas..."

Becky drifted over to the counter, where Alvin sat regarding her warily. Monica, released from door duty, drifted back into the area just in time to hear Becky ask, "So, when do you get off?"

"Ten," Alvin replied, then blinked. Why in the Hell hadn't he kept his mouth shut? "Uh, I've got to know: Are you wearing some kind of pheromone perfume, or something?"

"Noooo," Becky replied, making a show of sniffing, "I'm a little bit whiff from the exercise... Hmmmm, there's a distinct whiff of excitement," she regarded him sidelong, "And you, of course..." She shrugged. "I'll take a shower and be basically back to where I was when I walked in. Evie and I didn't doll up to come here." Once again, she gave him the look. "Would have, if I'd known..." Watching his face, she scowled. "Still trying to figure out why you did it, aren't you? Funny, I don't see you puking on the floor!" she snapped. "Look, Honey, somewhere in your head is a place that knows the difference between display pieces and the real thing. You need to get in touch with it, because if you and it were talking, you'd be married already!"

Evie came out of the couples' booth towing Patrick, looking significantly mussed and absolutely radiant. Becky was tempted to chide her about her odd gait, but realized that she had the same problem. Catching Becky's eye, Evie announced, "We need to take Pat home, okay?"

Becky chuckled in amusement. Evie was absolutely transparent; she wanted to know where the boy lived! Judging from the look on Pat's face, though, if Evie showed up at his place, the only questions would revolve around how much secrecy would be required to get her into his room... "You're robbing the cradle, Evie - how old is he?"

Evie frowned, slicked a loose strand of her thin blonde hair behind an ear and stamped a narrow foot. "He's outta high school! That stuff doesn't matter any more! Besides, I'm not THAT much older!" she asserted indignantly.

Pat slid in behind her. "You tell 'em, Baby," he murmured, then settled his lips on the right side of Evie's neck. Evie flinched away, then stopped, backed up, and re-presented her neck, smiling.

Becky had to admit, a little nookie did Evie wonders... "Whatever. Don't get goo on the back seat, you two!" Turning back to Alvin, she eyed him for a moment. "How many girlfriends do you have?"

Alvin scowled. Where was THIS headed? "Five or six."

"Serious about any of them?" Becky cocked an eyebrow.

"No."

"That easy, huh?" Becky smiled crookedly.

"Well, yeah..." Alvin started feeling a resemblance to a cockroach.

"But is it that good?" Becky hopped up and bussed him on the lips. "See you at ten." She turned and headed for the door.

Anger flashed in Alvin, "I..."

"Hmm?" Becky glanced over her shoulder.

"Nothing," Alvin sulked. Becky was smiling as she hit the door, wide hips swaying.

Monica looked on in amusement, unable to resist setting a needle. "So, are you gonna date her?"

Alvin whirled on her, "No!" A moment later, resignation filtered through the irritation. "Yes."

Monica chuckled, "So, are you into big girls now?" She jiggled her chest.

"No!" The 'Duh!" was unspoken, but inherent in the tone. "The fact that she's chunky doesn't seem to have anything to do with it... Wish I knew what DID!"

"I think she's got a point!" Monica pontificated. "I've seen you with those other chicks." She paused a moment, then, "I've seen you fuck those other chicks!"

"You WHAT?" Alvin exploded.

Monica reached over and flicked three switches. The closed circuit monitor displayed the interior of the couples' booth. "Jesus Christ!" Alvin roared, "You..."

"I have plenty of background for comparison," Monica murmured, making shift to ignore his outrage. "You don't fuck those other girls, you masturbate with them. They could be a blow-up doll, or a penis pump. You fucked Becky. And you had a helluva time, too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Alvin admitted. "I kinda let go and went ape-shit on her. But..."

"But nothing!" Monica snapped. "I watched you let that woman put a rubber on you!"

"I took it off!"

"But your normal playmates can't even mention the word! You know why? 'Cause it makes 'em unworthy of the effort! You probably couldn't even get yourself to cum with one on!" Monica shook her head. "Face it, its chemistry! Quit trying to analyze it and enjoy it! The answer will come to you, if you really need it!" She eyed him for a moment. "What did she say to you when you took it off?"

Alvin grinned and screwed up his face into a parody of Becky's, announcing in a high voice, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile!"

Monica cracked up. "Oh, boy!" she wheezed, trying to get air. "That set you off? You were tearing it up..."

"I went totally psycho! Told her I guessed that made me a daddy and just went nuts on her, running this big fantasy of her dumping a litter, like puppies, while I pounded her into the middle of next week! It was total nutcase time!"

Monica grinned, "Was it good?"

"Was it!? It was... unreal! I totally lost it!" Alvin shook his head.

"Ever had that kind of fun before?" Monica asked, eyes dancing.

"No." Suspicion took over Alvin's expression. "Let me guess where you're going with this..."

Monica shook her head. "You don't have to. Let me ask you a question: Do you date women to enjoy yourself, or to be seen with them?" Alvin opened his mouth, but Monica forestalled him, "Don't answer - just think about it. While you're thinking, I'll offer you a proposition: I'll bet you twenty bucks to a public blowjob that if you start dating her, her face will dry up and she'll drop twenty pounds."

Alvin looked really bothered. "Can we let this go for a while?"

"Sure." Monica changed the subject. "How much did the Nellis harem drop?"



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Chapter 135: Sunday evening


The 'Nellis Harem' made its way home, bounding out in the driveway and collecting their various treasures to drag into the house from the trunk. Dina and Bobby were lounging in the den, watching TV from a gentle clinch. Rick grinned at Robert and mock complained, "Man, those leg-irons are heavy. Are you planning to pack more than a half-dozen more slaves in here? I figure I'll limit myself to one, and keep her in my room, if we can get away with it, but..."

"Yeah, if..." Mandi echoed.

Robert opened his mouth, but Bobby slipped in something interesting, "I wouldn't worry too much about it, Sis..." He wiggled his eyebrows. Dina frowned and dug him in the ribs, prompting a muffled "Ooof!"

Rick and Mandi traded a look, "What was that?"

Dina rolled her eyes, "Call your mother, Mandi - on her cell, she may not be at home..."

"Or maybe she is..." Bobby smirked, getting himself another jab for his trouble.

The pair went over to the end table, where Mandi picked up the phone while Rick plopped into the side chair. "Momma?" Mandi opened when the connection was made.

"Oh, hi, Dear. Where are you?" Helen asked.

"I'm at Rick's, Momma," Mandi replied.

"How was the prom?" Helen managed to push things off a bit.

"We had a great time, Momma. How about you?"

"Me?" Helen deprecated.

"Uh huh. Bobby's passing vague hints about something..." Mandi pressed.

"Bobby's there?" Helen again deflected the foil.

"Yeah, Dina brought him home. And she said I should call you... You want to tell me what's going on that's got Bobby grinning from ear to ear?"

"Not much good with secrets, is he, Dear?" Helen sighed.

"Not when telling's more fun," Mandi agreed. "Momma... ?"

"Yes?"

"Now would be good!"

"Okay," Helen gathered herself. "Al - Mr. McCormick - has asked me to marry him!"

"I see," Mandi replied, settling onto Rick's lap. "And you said?" Mandi's voice was carefully neutral.

"I, um, said 'Yes'," Helen replied diffidently. "It's not really something you can just take back..."

"Why should you?" Mandi demanded, "Oh, Momma, I'm so happy for you! I was afraid you were gonna get stupid and say 'No'!"

"Well, there are so many things to consider," Helen worried. "And things are so up in the air! You've been out all day, Denise is at home, and has no idea. Al's eldest, Mike, went over to Jackie's last night and hasn't been seen since..."

"That's probably a good sign!" Mandi opined.

"Yeah, but we don't KNOW!" Helen wailed. "There are all these other things, like the house... Um, we haven't set a date, yet, but Al wants us to move in as soon as we can." She chuckled, "He's already too spoiled to sleep alone!"

Mandi chuckled, too. "Sounds like Rick's problem!" Rick's eyebrow rose.

"Um, well, yeah, under the circumstances, it would probably be foolish to stand in your way... We can probably organize something here, but you won't want it anyway," Helen hazarded.

"That's true, Momma. That's VERY true!" Mandi agreed, grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks, Dear. Oh, I feel like we're separating, or something!" Helen wailed.

"Oh, Momma! Quite aside from me and Rick, Dina has her hooks into Bobby! We'll probably spend half of our time wandering between here and there!"

"I guess... Denise still doesn't know. The poor dear has been home all this time..."

"... Sleeping with Eddie!" Mandi chuckled. "We checked in on her a while ago. They're fine. You should call her - but don't worry about her reaction, we discussed it, and agree it's just great!"

"Oh, good! I'll call her right away! Bye, Dear!" Helen, excited, closed the call.

"Well?" Rick asked. It couldn't be too bad, Mandi was grinning from ear to ear.

"It seems that I'm going to be sorta related to Bigmouth Bobby McCormick over there!" Mandi chuckled. "Big Al asked Momma to marry him last night!"

"Such a deal!" Bobby chortled, "I get a Big Sister and a Little Sister out of it! I've got girls to pick on all the time, now!"

"Well, you'll be in closer contact with Denise, at home," Mandi replied. "I'll be hanging MY underclothes in the bathroom here!" Turning to Rick, she explained, "Big Al wants Momma to move in right away; she's decided that it's a waste of time fighting our plans, when it will just make life difficult for everybody."

Rick leaned up and kissed her, hungrily, then glanced up at Robert, "Well, Pop, we've got to get to work on that dungeon - got to have a place to keep her on bowling night!"

Everybody laughed. Robert glanced at Belle, who was kneeling rather gingerly. "We're going to need a hot tub, too. Can't just go around busting up women and not putting them back together. Merry, why don't you and Belle go upstairs and slide into the tub? Belle, it's been a tough twenty hours," he added, glancing at his watch. "I can release you at any time - you can sleep in our bed, or your own, as you prefer. Talk it over with Merry. Young Becky suggested a somewhat avant garde addendum to your embarrassment training, but I haven't decided whether to implement it or not..."

Belle said nothing, caution indicating that her early training was going well - but she glanced at Merry. Merry caught it and realized that she wouldn't become a lightning rod by asking, so... "Would you care to describe it, Master?"

Robert considered, "Hmmmm. All right. I don't see how that it is much in the way of physical abuse, but there IS a component of embarrassment and humiliation. Becky recommended that Belle entertain her three gentlemen - singly, or as a group - in her home. There are things I find interesting about the idea, but it has drawbacks. Having her neighbors discover her inviting Lucius or Roy to visit tickles my sense of humor, but the loss of her privacy involved..." He shook his head, frowning. "There has to be a better way..."

"Pop, how about having them meet and fuck somewhere public?" Rick suggested. "Somewhere that they would be embarrassingly visible, but anonymous?"

"I like it!" Robert enthused. "I'll work on it! Run along upstairs, you two. When you come down, I need to know when it is best that Belle be released."

Bruce Vincent looked up from the basketball game he was pretending to watch, "Do we still have sons?"

Trish, who had wandered in idly, chuckled. "I THINK so! Tim is at Dolores' and Eddie is with Denise. Both of them have checked in, and will be home for supper."

"How was the Prom?"

Trish shrugged, "You'd probably be the one to ask for particulars. Tim seemed pretty happy, but there are certainly things he won't tell ME about it! I got the fifty thousand foot view, which said that they had a great time..."

"And Eddie's little outing? I'm a bit more concerned about that..." Bruce mused.

"You're too late," Trish replied. "From the sounds Denise was making while I was talking to Eddie, she's already a Vincent woman."

"Sounds?" Bruce blinked.

"Oh, nothing outrageous. She was just obviously very close, and very, very happy, with that additional little component that said she was satisfied." Trish arched an eyebrow. "Apparently, I'm the only Vincent woman who isn't making those sounds, today."

"Well!" Bruce grinned, "Given a choice between basketball and making you make those sounds, I'll always come down in favor of taking care of you!" The remote clicked, the TV shut down, and Bruce waved a hand, "After you, wife." Thirty minutes later, ALL of the Vincent women were satisfied.

Ten p.m. found Alvin entertaining Vivian Price, a willowy blonde who was on his current short list. Viv didn't own Sunday - nobody did, as far as Alvin was concerned - but she'd been upping the ante regularly lately, trying to get a serious commitment out of Alvin. Characteristically, as she'd begun to press, her position in Alvin's consideration had begun to slip. Periodic bouts of visible impatience when things weren't going her way (like now - she wanted him ready to leave on the dot of ten, and he wasn't) weren't helping her case, either.

Becky breezed through the door wearing a white blouse that displayed an impressive amount of cleavage, a dark skirt that was long, but slit on the right side to nearly the hip, and medium heels. She was in full makeup, hair in an upswept do that was quite an improvement over the afternoon's ponytail, and wearing dark red nail polish. "Hi, Lover. About ready to close up?"

Viv, dressed in a tennis dress and running shoes, gave Becky the once- over, trying to decide whether the newcomer was the threat she claimed to be. A quick look left her unworried; Becky was two inches shorter that Viv, even in heels, and outweighed her - a poor combination, historically. "You have a date?"

Alvin raised an eyebrow. "About the same way we do," he retorted. "Both of you announced an intention, and neither of you bothered to get agreement, exactly, from me!" After a moment's thought, he added, "Actually, Becky did a better job, there..."

"Well, maybe, but..." Viv's lip curled. "Somehow, I don't see you going ANYWHERE with the likes of HER!"

Becky did not respond to this jibe, other than to look back and forth between Viv and Alvin, poker faced. And for some reason, that set Alvin off: "Oh? You're maintaining my standards list?" he asked, coolly.

"Well, no," Viv replied, suddenly realizing that she'd teleported herself to the center of a minefield, "But I'm familiar with it - and this - Becky? - doesn't measure up!"

"Um," Alvin retorted. "You'll be surprised to hear that Becky has introduced some additional standards, and while she doesn't meet the historical set, YOU fail to meet some of the new ones!"

Viv turned and gave Becky another up-and-down perusal. "I didn't realize you'd gotten so broadminded!" she observed cattily, "although she would certainly seem to have lots of places to pack something different." She returned her attention to Alvin. "Well I'm sure you'll be able to get this out of your system - whatever it is - before we..."

"Before we what?" Alvin asked sharply. "Maybe when I tote up Becky's list, there ARE a couple of things she lacks - like a big, nasty mouth!" He waved her away, "Go home, Viv. Maybe you're right - if so, we can revisit this conversation some other time. But for right now, you're 'way out of line."

"B-but..."

"Get out!" Alvin lost all patience. Viv, sensing her stock plummeting, turned and left, flags flying. Alvin whirled on Becky, "And as for YOU..."

"Yes?" Becky responded, meekly.

"Where in the Hell did YOU think we were going at ten p.m. on a Sunday?" Alvin roared. Underpinning his flash of anger was the question, "Why is Becky here and Viv on the way out?" Alvin was furious that Becky had provoked a confrontation - but as he cooled down, he realized that Viv had dug her own grave, without assistance.

In the meantime, Becky ventured, "I was thinking dinner, maybe?"

"In THAT?" Alvin indicated the outfit. "Where? Anton's?"

"I just figured that today you didn't really see me at my best. We could do the drive through at Burger King, if that's what you want..." Becky said reasonably.

Alvin's anger shifted focus. Now he was angry because she wouldn't give him a reason to BE angry - and that made him look like an asshole! "Well, since you went to the effort," he grunted truculently, "turn around and let me get a look at you. Is this your best effort?"

"Oh, no!" Becky laughed. "These are work clothes! I can do... a little better." She turned, deceptively lightly, and eyed him over her shoulder. Alvin assessed the curve of her back, and the sweep of her skirt. The skirt's flow over her ass was a lot more flattering than the bicycle shorts she'd worn earlier; now it merely looked... plush. Alvin discovered with some surprise that his palms itched to sweep over that curve. Instinctively, Becky had thrown her right leg out through the slit in the skirt, revealing a rounded, but quite acceptable calf and a glimpse of sweet thigh.

"You know, I've seen you naked," Alvin reminded her, the anger leached out of his voice, "Isn't that your best?"

Becky dimpled. "I don't know..." she responded archly, "Is it?"

Alvin sighed. 'How the Hell does she do it?' he wondered. "I generally eat dinner on Sunday at Denny's," he announced. "You're overdressed, but it leaves possibilities, so I'm not complaining." Taking her arm, he led her to the door - but he took the opportunity as they passed through it to drop a hand onto that ass... 

Monica watched this byplay in some amusement. Alvin's other girlfriends would crash and burn similarly, she concluded. All were beautiful, but all carried the personality flaws that excessive beauty generates: vanity, selfishness, impatience... Becky had bested Viv by letting her dig her own grave, and the others would follow suit, quickly. Alvin didn't know it, but a chapter in his life was over, and he was the better for it. Whistling, Monica was closing out the register when a tap sounded on the glass of the front door. Monica stepped around the counter for better view, and discovered Lucius watching her through the glass. Smiling, she held up a finger to indicate that she would be a moment. Luscious Lucius! Yes, things were looking up!



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Chapter 136: Another Monday


"Annie! Run - go get a shower, Punkin, before Robert changes his mind and chains your ankles to the footboard!" Merry warned, raising her mouth from Robert's morning hard on. "That ass of yours is showing, and he's getting that hungry look!"

Ann Newton went from bleary-eyed to alert as she threw herself out of bed and onto the floor. "Oh, no! Not again! It's so sore - I'm not sure it still works for its original purpose!" Ann managed to get vertical, but she was sore in several places; her adventures as Belle had given her a lot more exercise than she was used to. Robert had announced that she would be her own woman again on wake-up, after a long evening in which all three slaves had tried on various hardware and various positions in the basement while Robert and young Rick had examined the dungeon-making book and measured and pondered. Belle had been left alone, mostly, in favor of the other, less well-used slaves - but she'd spent forty five minutes chained in the oddest positions with various plugs and vibrators inserted in her, the others watching her rise and fall through her orgasmic cycle while the males abused their other females more directly. She'd learned serious respect for vibrators; by the time she was let loose, she had to be half-carried to bed.

Robert watched Ann drag herself toward the bathroom, collecting the travel case she'd brought and not even looked in since Saturday. "She's going to be pretty sore for the next couple of days."

Merry raised her mouth off his erection to reply, "It's good sore. If she never returns, she'll remember this weekend fondly." Eyeing him she asked, "How do you want me to finish this, Master?" He didn't have that blowjob look, this morning... 

Robert grinned. After the weekend, a blowjob just didn't get it. "Climb on up and ride it - I need a dose of the real thing!"

"Goody!" Merry was getting good at them, but a blowjob didn't scratch HER itch - which was getting regularly stronger with practice! She hopped up and straddled Robert's waist, raising up to wipe his glans along her already dampening slit - blowjobs DID do THAT much for her - before settling upon it to force it into her opening.

Robert let her raise and lower herself upon it a few times to make sure it was well-set and lubricated, then directed, "Okay, Merry - Post! We're gonna trot!" Merry took his meaning from context and raised herself a bit, holding steady as Robert began pounding upward with a quick, driving rhythm that slapped his lower belly against her crotch. This was going to be a quickie - a high speed run to one orgasm for both of them, if she was lucky. Robert wasn't eighteen; he couldn't maintain this! Merry leaned forward a bit, both to get a bit more impact on her clitoris and to treat Robert to the motions her breasts made under the shocks. As Robert's face began to suffuse, she began to drive back, to get that small extra bit needed to bring her there, too. It worked; as Robert's face constricted and he uttered his characteristic nearly- silent grunt of release, the image was obscured by the wash of stars before her eyes. Merry went limp and collapsed, allowing Robert to empty into an unresisting, but clasping channel.

Both spent a moment savoring the shockwaves, then Robert gently swatted Merry on the ass. "Run along and see to it that Ann doesn't collapse in the shower or anything - we've all got to get to work!" As Merry reluctantly hopped off and turned for the door, he added, "And save me some hot water or so help me, I'll find a whip..." Merry grinned, wriggled her ass, and pattered out.

The events of Saturday night left some unusual groupings around the school entrance on Monday morning. Tim arrived with Dolores, having picked her up at home. As they settled onto the picnic table, Terry and Jackie arrived, following a similar process. Following that, however, things began to alter a bit; Jimmy Hightower wandered up, Amy on his arm, nodded at Tim and said to Terry, "Mind if we sit here?"

"Nope," Terry shook his head, grinning. At least some of Dina's work seemed to have taken... Amy and Jackie grinned at one another; there would be girl talk, later.

Bobby, Dina, Rick and Mandi arrived together, courtesy of Bobby's newly renovated rust-bucket. Dina eyed the new couple, but said nothing - she had questions for Danny, first. Still, Amy smiled sunnily, which said much. Terry and Jimmy had begun discussing some physics problem, which was less than interesting for Jackie and Amy, but both males seemed to be able to spare enough attention to keep their hands moving on their women, and that seemed to be enough. Amy listened as Jackie began arguing with Dolores over whether her top allowed her breasts to jiggle too much, grinning at the look that crossed Tim's face every time Dolores produced a demonstration jiggle.

Denise surfaced next, and Eddie, who had ridden with his brother and his fiancée, appeared out of the woodwork to slide behind her as she confronted her sister, "Hi, Sis."

"Hi, Neesy. Momma come home last night?" Mandi inquired. A couple of ears cocked at that; the implications were... interesting.

"About eight," Denise nodded. "That's a pretty good sized rock your dad laid on her there, Big Brother!" she announced, grinning. "Where'd he mine that?"

Eyes swung to Bobby, who was caught basically flat-footed. Denise grinned maliciously; seldom did a chance to outgun Bobby happen along... Bobby made shift to frown, "Damned if I know - but your Momma's probably wearing my inheritance on her finger! We're probably both screwed out of college money, now!" Everybody laughed. "And you!" Bobby rounded on Mandi, "You'd better throw yourself on HIS tender mercies!" Bobby nodded at Rick, "We're broke! Besides, it's you two's fault, anyway!"

Mandi stuck out her tongue at Bobby, and turned to her sister, "So, what did she say?"

"She was flitting around all over the place, trying to figure out how they were going to handle everything," Denise related. "Bobby's dad wants us to move in right away, and she's worrying about EVERYTHING!" She snickered. "Apparently the old homestead will finance OUR college education quite nicely - Momma figures she'll put it on the market. I'm gonna end up with some room that they've filled with junk!" She eyed Jackie sidelong, "Unless, that is, Bobby's big brother Mike moves out to play house with Jackie's mom..."

All eyes swung to Jackie, who blushed crimson. Bobby piled it on, "Poor Mikey hobbled home last night all goo-goo eyed, and everything that came out of his mouth was 'Missy this, ' and 'Missy that'! Looked like she'd sucked him dry, too! I thought Auntie - Momma - Helen was gonna have to spoon-feed him!" Bobby produced an exaggerated leer, "Care to relate the other end of THAT matchup?" Jackie opened her mouth, but Terry beat her to the punch, "Well, if things went on like the way they were when I was there yesterday morning, I'd have to say that Jackie's mom's prudishness is dead and buried! When we got in from the hotel, she was floating from place to place, half naked, with that freshly-..."

"Terry!" Jackie shushed him, "Well, you get the idea! Sorta like her!" She pointed to the girl who had slid onto the seat on Amy's right.

Eyes shifted to Jackie's target, and several of their owners did double- takes! There sat Thelma, fresh-faced, and smiling, wearing a tube top over bell-bottoms - an outfit that MAYBE Amy had seen her in, once! Thelma blushed crimson, and Bobby finished the thought, "Yeah, freshly fucked!"

There was a rumbling growl and Bobby put up his hands as Danny hove into view, but Danny contented himself with the warning, sliding his arms around Thelma's midriff, where she trapped them in place, her smile going beatific.

"Unbelievable!" Bobby announced, shaking his head, murmuring to Dina. "We do good work, Baby!"

"Um," Dina agreed, "Speaking of which..." But Danny shook his head, his scowl warning Dina that this wasn't a good time to explain yesterday's phone call. Conversation drifted elsewhere.

A few feet away, Draper Travis parked himself on the concrete edge of the front steps, allowing Tenisha Porter to insert herself in the circle of his arms. He was still somewhat shocky over the events of the last couple of days, but one thing was clear: the pleasant bundle of curves in his arms considered herself his, and that was good enough for him. What that was gonna do for the ol' gang wasn't clear... 

But the Nate Adams that wheeled up and got gingerly out of his car was a different character from his experience. First, he wasn't bouncing off the walls as usual. Girls that he usually would have 'favored' with his rap cringed away, but were thoroughly ignored as Nate made his way toward Draper and Tenisha. Second, Nate's whole demeanor was tinged with a certain diffidence. He seemed... tentative. "Hey, Draper, 'Nisha. How'd it go for y'all?"

Draper glanced at Tenisha, then replied, dryly, "Things settled down after while. Thought 'Nisha's ol' man was gonna blow a gasket, but he cooled down."

"Cool." Nate's eyes swept the vicinity anxiously, and his usual targets braced to weather the delayed wash of his regard - but then his face cleared, and moments later the reason became clear as Nora drifted into view, approached Nate directly, and bussed him on the lips.

"Hey, Honey," Nora crooned, wrapping arms around his neck, "Miss me?"

"Shit, yeah!" Nate replied enthusiastically. Tenisha caught the crowd's surprise and her eyelids drooped. "You're kidding me!" seemed to be the universal sentiment.

Fat Mary Nally wandered in behind Nora, which was somewhat of a surprise for THIS group, especially since she apparently had the Frick kid in tow. Draper eyed this development in some surprise, but, well, if Nora wanted to drag her friends along, who gave a shit? Frick wasn't big enough to hold his own - nor was he female, for that matter, which gave Fat Mary an excuse; the kid was gonna have problems, 'specially when Nate got around to slammin' him. But then the REAL surprise came! Stick Williams slid into place behind Fat Mary, wrapping his arms around her below her tits and offered, "Hey, Teddy, takin' care o' our girl?"

"Huh?" Nate and Draper chorused. Nora and Tenisha just goggled, Nora getting out, "What?"

Mary grinned - for once, the center of attention - but the exchange was between Teddy and Stick. "Yeah," Teddy agreed, "But I'm glad you're here. Tough getting introduced around here."

Stick grinned and announced, "Teddy's okay. He an' I are sharin' Mary - 'cause she's a lotta woman!"

The guys didn't know exactly where to go with that, although the flick of a glance and grin they shared said "She certainly is!" very clearly. Other than that... 

Nora queried, "When did THIS all happen?"

Mary shrugged and affected nonchalance, "Saturday night. You know how nervous Teddy can get left alone with me - afraid I'd eat him or something..." Mary surfaced a catlike smile. "Stick came up at loose ends, something about losing his ride..." Her eyes swept across Draper. "... so he offered to chaperone. One thing led to another, and Stick and Teddy switched jobs a couple of times... Eventually, we decided to all run together."

Nate passed Stick a look that said, "You fuckin' her?" Stick nodded, and Nate shrugged. Draper decided that actually, it simplified things - everybody had pussy to distract them, so they didn't have to tear shit up. If Mary wanted a lapdog, an' Stick didn't care, well, Frick was harmless; maybe he'd help Stick with his homework... Certainly the three of them made an interesting sandwich... Draper's mind shied away from a couple of perfectly accurate sexual combinations possible for the group; the others would do for now - they were odd enough... 

Dina, examining her 'other project' from a distance, wasn't similarly blinded. This byproduct of her matchmaking surprised her, but she read the more subtle indicators. Obviously, Mary HAD had sex with both of them; she was sharing the kind of intimate contact that said 'lover' equally with the pair. The other, more subtle indicator was more interesting: the boys weren't acting wary of one another. Not only were they not visibly competing with one another for Mary's attention, but they appeared to be unusually comfortable with one another; they were not displaying the usual level of male homophobia - exacerbated by racial differences - that Dina expected to see. They weren't going out of their way to touch one another, but they weren't bothering with avoidance, either. That Teddy might have homosexual leanings was not a novel theory to Dina; she was pretty sure of him - in fact, she was a bit surprised that he'd done Mary! Stick, however, was a surprise; she wondered how far it went... 

"That's some interesting fallout," Bobby observed, his eyes drawn to the target of Dina's observation. Dina wondered distantly whether Bobby was blind to the undercurrents... 

But the starting bell rang, and the groups had half a dozen separate places to be, so they somewhat reluctantly separated and got on with their lives... 


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