Office Mating 2 WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * Oops! NOT A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Office Mating Part 2 Yes, I know I categorized OFFICE MATING as an Official Retrospective, and this chapter would be the continuation of same, placing it early in my history of sexual encounters, and the first "work colleague sex" of my illustrious, lascivious escapades. However, this continuation of the story took me in a different direction, and the inter-story linkage opportunities that blossomed as the story unfolded has pulled the entire tale forward. When you've had your clock wound as often as I have, time can get away from you. Therefore, the Fourth Official Retrospective, sex with a co-worker, will be delivered as a different story at another time. I apologize for the confusion, which will be easily explained after you read the story. If Part 1 needs edits to make it contemporary, I'll promise to make those changes. The action in Part 1: At long last, Mr. Marcus was asked to go on a business trip with Don, the gregarious salesman. At the last minute, Dora (known to her friends as Izzy) was chosen to substitute when Don got hospitalized. Dora, normally reserved and standoffish, acted provocative and teasing only on Wednesdays. Both Don and Mr. Marcus had been targets of this behavior. As it turned out, the pair had to fly out on a Wednesday for a Thursday presentation to their clients. At their hotel in St. Louis, Dora masturbated with a wooden hairbrush and got a sliver, which Mr. Marcus removed at her request. Unsatisfied and frustrated, Izzy coaxed Mr. Marcus into deeper physical intimacy, culminating in sex but demanding him not to cum. She was fertile, trying desperately for a child with her husband. After they both unwittingly drank cola laced with Dora's herbs that heightened her sexuality once a week, they coupled again in the shower, and mated in a drug- induced stupor, achieving mutual orgasms. Dora loved the sex and didn't blame Mr. Marcus for breaking his promise, and planned to have her husband Emilio drink the potion so he could rival Marcus's lusty exuberance. But consequences are a bitch. * * * * * * * * * * The team's secretary, a hot-blooded Mexican Chihuahua named Juanita, taped the note to my door. I was seriously disappointed that she didn't come into my office. Just looking at her, head to toe, would have been the bright spot of an otherwise horrid day. On any other day, I would have taken care not to be caught ogling a female co-worker. But that day, I was packing up my office because my boss's boss's boss Richard Tashun, the bastard, demoted me to senior analyst, with a commensurate pay cut and loss of perks like my private office. So, a casual glance down Carlotta's dress at delicious brown cleavage would have been a welcome distraction from my relocation to a standard no-privacy cubicle. And much better than a sucker punch to the stomach, which is how the news affected me. Tashun hadn't had the courage to tell me, face to face. Didn't have the guts. The little prick left a voice mail message. He was on his way to Atlanta, I should finish the simulation software specifications before he got back, and by the way, I was demoted. Just like that. No reason. Oh yes, and no bonus for last year in this year's appraisal. Shit! I went to the door and stuck my head out, just in time to catch the violent ass shaking of the south-of-the-border courier. I could have walked down the corridor, thrown Juanita on her desk and fucked her in front of the whole team, but that wouldn't get my position or office back. And Tashun would relish the opportunity to fire my ass, with cause. Nope. quick sex this morning was no solution. The note was on Tashun's personal stationery. I was supposed to meet him at his home immediately. Wasn't he already at the airport? The voice mail had sounded like he'd called using his cell phone in the echoy corridors of O'Hare. Did he have a change of heart, or just a change of travel plans? What other tasks did he have planned for his new senior analyst? Shit, I'd held that job years ago, and now I was back. I left my former office half-packed and drove up to the suburbs from downtown. The note had Tashun's home address, something I didn't know. I'd never been there. That should have been a sign. All of the other managers in Tashun's area had been invited to his home. Some on the holidays. Some on his birthday. But never me. An obvious clue and I missed it. A woman answered the door. "Mr. Marcus?" I nodded. That gave me the covert opportunity to quickly give her the once-over. She was about Tashun's age, which is to say my age, give or take. Her brown hair was streaked with blonde highlights. I couldn't figure out if the long beige garment was a robe or a wrap dress. It had buttons, double breasted and a belt. Speaking of breasts, they were full and either naturally firm or artificially hoisted by an undergarment. "Come in." She stepped aside. I entered into the tile foyer. She pointed towards the living room. There was a long sofa and two occasional chairs facing it. There were no walls between the living room, dining room and kitchen. A very airy layout accented by the tall ceiling. "Nice place." "Please," she said. She pointed at the sofa. I sauntered past a staircase to the second floor. No Dick. I took one of the chairs instead. "I'm Agatha Tashun, Dick's wife." "He left a message-" I took the crumpled note from my pocket. "Is he here? I thought he'd left for Atlanta." "He's gone. I wanted to see you." She did? "How come?" "Before he left, over breakfast, Dick told me he demoted you, and why. I didn't think his reason was fair. I thought you should know." She crossed her legs. The dress/robe separated below her knee. Nice calves. "And, maybe offer some assistance." Or maybe a piece of ass. Nah, no matter how much I hated Tashun, that wasn't justification to seduce his wife. "Like what, Mrs. Tashun?" "Call me Aggie. I promise I'll do everything I can to get you reinstated to your former title and salary." Aggie was being too nice. There had to be a catch. "I'd certainly be grateful. If you don't mind asking, why would you do that for me?" "Because I know things beyond Dick's stated reason. It has nothing to do with your performance. At least your work performance. Ms. Muniz has become pregnant. You know this?" I nodded. The father was either her husband Emilio, me or someone else in the office she'd seduced on a Wednsday. "She hasn't made a formal announcement, but there's the typical office buzz in the coffee room and the hallways." Aggie folded her arms. "Dick holds you responsible." I almost jumped out of my chair. "For getting her pregnant? Ridiculous! She and her husband were doing everything in their power-" She pointed a finger. "And had no success until a couple of months ago. Precisely the time the two of you took a business trip together." Guilty by association and timing. "Circumstantial evidence, at best. Perhaps she and her husband changed their technique." Like having Emilio drink her herbal concoction? "You see, Dick is jealous. He wanted to fuck her. Now, by his crazy, mix-up moral code, she's off limits. Which is frustrating the hell out of him." Aggie's language had become earthier. "Dick has a big ego. Unfortunately without a dick to match." She uncrossed her legs. Her knees remained apart. The dress exposed black stockings up to her knees. I don't know what to say. I wasn't going to disclose my sexual liaisons with Izzy. I'd been drugged and wasn't in control during the shower fuck. Dora didn't blame me for the parental possibility. But our last fuck was an unlikely cause, with her husband screwing her in weekly marathons since. "So this is about him, not me. Great!" No way I could walk into the HR office and tell them this story. "You know Reese, my niece?" Aggie adjusted the lapels of her dress. "Don't bother. I know you do." "We visited an account together. Downstate." Where she either fucked the client or gave him a blowjob. "Yes and you've has sex with her twice. Once in the records room and once in a cheap motel when your car broke down. She told me everything." "Then there's nothing for me to add, is there?" This time, I crossed my arms. If she could read body language, I'd just shut her out. "I know Dick screws around. Hell, he came on to Reese once. She told him off." "Really?" Got him off was more like it. Reese had hinted that they'd enjoyed at least one intimate encounter of the penetration kind. Despite her confidence, Aggie didn't know all. "We have a dysfunctional household. Our daughter Inez moved out as soon as she was old enough, to get away from her father. I've always suspected Dick put the moves on her, too." Tashun lied, the little prick. He'd told me he and his wife had no kids, the first time I met Reese. Was it true on a technicality, like she was adopted? "That's unforgivable." She leaned over, plucked a frame off the end table and handed it to me. In the process, her dress opened a bit at the top. I dragged my eyes from her cleavage to the photo. A nice posed family portrait. Dick, Aggie and Inez, their daughter Shit! Inez was the busty cheerleader I'd chosen as my first pick at Zenellis's Wisconsion orgy. My brain spasmed, trying to deal with too many thoughts at once. Tashun and I were at the same event? I could have gotten my first choice and fucked his daughter? And Saroya had shown me photos of girls who'd gotten pregnant. Damn, Inez had gotten knocked up. Did her folks arrange an abortion? Fortuitous happenstance, Annie hadn't gotten the short end of the stick and been paired with Tashun. He didn't deserve her. I wondered who he had been matched with? Not Annie or the Cocksworth twins, nor Carol, my mate. Maybe the third pregnant girl who I hadn't recognized? Oh, wait. If Inez was adopted, maybe Tashun shoots blanks. Too many variables and not enough information made my head spin. Aggie cleared her throat. The surprise of the cheerleader's identity had taken me to Neverland. My reaction must have shown on my face. "It took over a dozen shots to get one that looked natural." The photo was from the waist up, so Inez's natural breasts, large and high, were clearly visible. Had the terminated pregnancy given her hormones a boost? "Then why do you stay with such a prick?" "And a short one, at that?" She smirked. "The lifestyle." She swept her arm, palm up, exhibiting their decor. "I like nice things." I knew the power of money. Harriett's family was wealthy beyond imagination. They bought our house. They'd purchased our cars. They'd established Annie's college trust fund. Just about everything we had was due to their generosity. As a result, nothing was in my name. And now, I was a hapless senior analyst in a fucking cubicle. Yes, I knew what money, or the lack of it, meant. Aggie leaned forward, her dress lapels wide. I witnessed a lot more than just cleavage. "I want nice things. And Reese tells me you have a very nice 'thing'." Aha! The catch was my cock, used on her niece. I swallowed hard. What had happened to my "no prick in the inkwell" rule from my father? Ignored again? Or was the wife of a boss's boss's boss fair game? "Dick uses the secretarial pool as his private harem, you know. But he's not above getting his playmates pregnant." "Really?" I couldn't recall many pregnancies among secretaries, but then again, I hadn't been keeping close watch. The turnover was exceptionally high. Most of the women Tashun hired were quite young. Restocking the harem? If Dick had knocked up some secretaries, maybe Aggie was infertile. Hot, but infertile. Since the deployment of computers to assistant director and above, the office pool has shrunk from Olympic size to kiddy. Tashun have been forced to seek out his prey from other than clerical types. Programmers, analysts, perhaps even junior management. Women like Dora. But those women were more assertive, harder to breach. "I've lived with his infidelity. But being angry at you for ostensibly getting an office worker pregnant while indulging himself is the ultimate in hypocrisy." Aggie stood up. "I don't have the same body as when I was younger. No one does." Certainly not Harriett, who blew up like the Hindenburg after we tied the knot. Aggie unbelted her robe/dress. "But perhaps I can interest you-" The black bra and panties with black stockings and a garter belt would have been quite exciting, no matter whose body they were on. Aggie's was a bit fuller than the younger women I'd bedded. Still, the view was easily provocative enough to get me erect. Hell, those days a Sears catalog page of women in flannel nightgowns would get me hard. She spun away and turned on the stereo receiver in a wall-sized entertainment center. Slow music drifted out of speakers that must have been all over but hidden. The room filled with sound. "Let's dance." I took her in my arms, snaking my hand inside her robe/dress, fingers on her bare back. She was warm to the touch. She laid her head on my shoulder, holding my hand and shoulder in the classic position. I imagined another classic position, her on her back, legs spread, and me crawling up to indulge her lust. And mine as well, to be honest. She brought both hands up around my neck, hugging me close. "You should take off some clothes. It's only fair." She let go so I could take off my pants and shirt. We resumed our slow dance. She cocked her hips forward to feel my - uh, cock. "Mmmm. Reese's stories were accurate. You are one hung son of a bitch." Aggie's language had turned coarse. "I like it hard and vigorous. Can you be hard and vigorous?" "I'm halfway there," I said. "Show me." I pulled my jockeys down far enough for my cock to pop out. It throbbed and bounced. "Oh my!" Aggie fell to her knees, praying to the Great God Marcus Penis. She fluttered her fingertips over the surface. Every tap made me harder and more eager to teach Tashun's wife a lesson - a pleasurable lesson, but a lesson nonetheless. She leaned forward to taste me. No way. I pulled her to her feet and cupped her pantied mound. "This needs attention, doesn't it?" I pressed one finger into the natural crease. "You need something here, something to fill you-" "Oh yes." She covered my mouth with rapid-fire kisses. One hand reached for my ass, the other held onto my cock for dear life. "Show me your bedroom," I mumbled between her lip attacks on my face. Her ass swayed back and forth as we ascended the stairs. Tashun's bedroom was at the end of a short hallway. Aggie turned to face me, practically panting with lust. "Is this what my niece got? Is this the cock you fucked Dora with that got her pregnant?" "I plead the fifth, but you can have all eight. Inches, that is." I snaked my hand into her panties and diddled her bare pussy with bare fingers. She was sloppy moist. My cock throbbed in her grip. "Are you ready to fuck me with this thing?" So, did I hate Tashun enough to cuckold him? Damn right. "Ready when you are." I slid one finger up into her pussy, just to tease. The bed was precisely made, the bedspread exactly even, tucked beneath king-sized pillow. She threw off the covers while I got undressed. Aggie watched, mouth open. When it was her turn, she let me to do the honors. Her breasts sagged a bit when I slid off her bra. I kissed her nipples, then her stomach as I slid her panties down. I moved to kiss her cunt but she threw herself back on the bed, spread her legs and shouted "Get up here!" "Are you woman enough to take it?" I asked. "Are you man enough to deliver?" Our clothes were off, the challenge was on, and there was nothing in our way. I climbed between her raised knees. She pulled me forward by my cock and dragged me forward towards her pussy. "Take it easy, huh." "You're hard all right. Ready for vigorous?" Our groins were bare and ready for coupling. I scooted my hips forward. She was quick to guide my cock towards her waiting pussy. With no hesitation, I shot forward. She took me to the hilt, moaning. "Oh God, so big! So fucking big!" I threw myself against her, backed off, and attacked again. Our bodies slid easily on a mutually generated skim of sweat. I humped hard because I knew she wanted it that way, because I was punishing Tashun with every stroke, and because her pelvic muscle tone had faded from her youth. Instead of beating him about the head and shoulders with a baseball bat, I was doing the next best thing. My pubic bone bashed hers. "Is this vigorous?" I might have been stimulating her clit, based on her reaction. Aggie was loving my enthusiasm. "Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me like Dick can't." So I did, repeatedly thrusting, almost throwing myself against her. "You have to cum. Really. I mean it. You have to spurt in me. Fill me up. Give it to me, all of it." I teased the opening to her pussy until the tingle announced an impending eruption. I pushed forward, impaling her. Cum spurted into her sloppy cunt. Her vagina pulsed, squeezing the juices. I kept thrusting despite my orgasm. As long as I was still hard, Aggie was going to get ridden. When I softened past being able to penetrate, I rolled off Aggie, exhausted. "Wow! That was a lot better than I expected. Reese has been known to exaggerate. Maybe we can do this again some time, after I get you reinstated?" She glanced past me at the clock radio. "But right now, I have an appointment, and I can't show up smelling of sex. You understand. Why don't you use the downstairs bathroom to clean up?" "Okay." I didn't know what else to say. I gathered my clothes and found the first floor facility. I showered in the glass-enclosed stall to bathe our mutual juices off, towel dried and got dressed. I waited on the living room sofa. Was I supposed to leave, or stay until dismissed, or what? This was much more awkward than any of my other sexual encounters. At long last, Aggie trotted down the stairs. She wore a conservative dress, high neckline, hem at the shin. "I have to go now, but I insist you have one of my handmade donuts. Follow me." She took a key from her pocket and unlocked a stainless steel and glass counter- top cabinet. Maybe marijuana brownies needed to be locked up, but donuts? From within, she plucked a baked morsel, holding it with thumb and index finger. With her other hand, she opened a cabinet and took a small plate. "Here. Enjoy this." Then she turned, snagging a coat from the front hall closet, and exited through a door to the garage. I took a seat at one of the stools at a kitchen island. The first bite was tasty but a bit dry. I rummaged cabinets for a glass and the fridge for some milk. Whole, not two percent, but beggars can't be choosers. I was halfway through the donut, pondering my next step. Raise a fuss at work about Tashun's sexual activities with co-workers? Find the video clip of him fucking someone's daughter at Zenellis's orgy? Keep my mouth shut and let Aggie do her magic? I looked up when I heard the key in the front door. Had Aggie forgotten something? Or maybe she was back for another roll in the sack. I'd pretty much recovered, but Aggie's demands would be a match for even younger men. The door slammed and a young woman entered the house. It was Inez, Tashun's daughter, the cheerleader. I could tell by her face and her tits. She was somber, even before our eyes met. "Hello?" That got her attention. I waved the donut. She kicked off her shoes. "Who are you?" "My name-" She took a couple of steps closer. "-is Harvey-" Her walk became a trot. "Marcus. I work for-" She was at the counter, staring. First at me, then at the donut. "You fucked my mother!" she screamed. How did she know? I was just eating a donut. "You're mistaken." She ran from the kitchen, up the stairs. Her feet pounded as she descended. She pointed a finger. "The bed's not made. Mother always makes the bed. Every morning. Insisted I do the same, when I lived here. The only explanation is you two fucked there, and she had to leave. Besides, the room smells of sex. Admit it." No reason to lie. I nodded, chewing the slightly dry pastry. "Yep. Caught dead to rights. I had consensual sex with your mother. She invited me here for that purpose. Blame me for losing my willpower. She's an attractive woman, especially in lingerie." "She finally did it! Oh my God." Finally? "But tell me, how did you know, just by seeing me eat a donut?" Her first smile. "It's a ritual. Mom and Dad eat donuts after they have sex. Dad doesn't know, but its Mom's idea of a joke. She once told me my father's penis is so small you could hang donuts on it without tearing them." The hole of the donut I was eating was still intact. The thought of Dick's dick made the pastry unappetizing. "I figured Mom would eventually cheat on Dad, after all the carousing he's done. So why did she pick you, anyway?" I wasn't about to spill the details, and my ego still hurt from the demotion. "I work for your father." "Wow! Picking someone from Dad's office. Mom's got guts. And you've got balls." I had the passing thought of dropping trou so she could confirm her conjecture. I pretended not to know her from Wisconsin. "So you're Inez? Your mom showed me a picture." "Inez Victoria Tashun." Her lips curled. "Tell me, who in their right mind names their kid Inez?" She took a stool next to mine. "Call me Invey." "Where did that come from?" "It's a contraction. IN from Inez and V from Victoria. IN-V." Shit. She was a living, busty Invey Tashun! She'd gotten a little taller but no slimmer since the last time I saw her. Her chest was still potent and her hips wide. "Wait a second. Marcus?" A blush spread across her cheeks. "Of course. You're the stud who fucked Reese. That's why Mom chose you. You've got a reputation in our family." A reputation hopefully Dick wasn't aware of. "Guilty as charged." She reached for the plate with half a donut. "I never get these. May I?" she asked. I no longer had interest. "Go ahead." Invey munched on the remainder. "After everything Reese said, I was curious to meet you." Or perhaps more? I'd have to avoid that. "We've met before, or don't you remember? The first time I saw you, you were wearing a cheerleading outfit." Invey swallowed, then grabbed my glass and washed down the pastry with milk. "The only time I wore that costume was up in Wisconsin at -" She covered her mouth but drops of milk escaped down her chin. "Oh my god, oh my god. Were you there?" "Uh huh." "Oh my god! You were at that - that -" The anguish of getting pregnant and the subsequent abortion reflected in her expression. She buried her face in her hands. What was I thinking? Digging up those memories, practically throwing them in her face? "Invey? I'm sorry." "Oh my god. That place was horrid. Zenellis was a deviant to think up something so gross!" Her face showed a sudden realization. "Wait a second. Did you bring a daughter too?" "Yes, I did. Every father did." But Annie didn't get pregnant, thank god. Invey changed the subject. "So you work for Zenellis?" The further sexual implications of the event went unexplored, at least for the moment. "But wait, you said you work for my father. What were you doing there?" Besides fucking my daughter and Carol and Harry's twins? "I was about to ask you the same thing. My neighbor worked for Zenellis before they got bought out. And you?" "Uncle Ken, Dad's brother, invited us." Uncle Ken, maybe Reese's father. They certainly weren't in attendance. No way Reece would have kept away from me, assigned as my mentee or not. Maybe Tashun cajoled his brother into getting them invited, so he could get into Invey's pants. Time for Invey to tell all, or at least the juicy parts. "Would it help, to talk about it?" I already knew that the event ended in an pregnancy that was subsequently aborted. I was curious how that happened. "I appreciate your concern. Really. But I'm seeing a therapist. Slowly, I'm getting my act together." She crossed her arms under her substantial chest. "You probably want know if I slept with someone else's father . Well I didn't. Tell me, did you have sex with someone's daughter?" Invey was lying and nosey. She'd gotten pregnant, for cripes sake. Perhaps honesty would be returned with same. "Uh huh. Not that first evening. My female partner approached me the next morning, actually. You must have been paired with someone?" "Yeah, a pompous jerk. From the moment he answered the door, he acted like a sex partner-in-waiting. Instead of our provided pajamas, he wore a towel around his waist, with an obvious lump in front. I asked him how he was going to tutor me. He smiled from ear to ear and dropped the towel, like his two foot dick was a gift to women." Two foot? Was there some father with a bigger penis than Harry Cocksworth? I knew that Harry was only twelve inches. Maybe thirteen, but then I never measured it. I'm sure his daughters did. "Really? That big?" "Thick as a sewer pipe. I swear it was humongous." Maybe he introduced himself. "Harry?" "Yeah, all over his chest and lower." "No, I mean, did he tell you his name?" "Maybe he thought showing me his flagpole of an erection was sufficient introduction. He was so horny, he skipped the pleasantries and grabbed at my outfit. Hell if he didn't tear the front off. He said something about how needy he was, always being teased sexually by his girls. I felt so exposed, and threatened. He tried to talk to me, muttering an apology I think, but I was terrified, just thinking about how a penis that big would rip me open. So I grabbed the material from his hand and ran." My former neighbor had told me his young female companion ran off. It must have been Invey. I remembered the tear-off nature of that outfit. "His erection sounds intimidating. Was this going to be your first time? Had you had sex before then?" "Dad didn't know, but I'd slept with a few boys before we made the trip. But none of them were hung like that!" "That was Harry, my neighbor. He's the one who invited me and my daughter Annie to the outing." But if not Harry, then who got Invey pregnant? "So, if you didn't stay with Harry, where did you go?" "I heard noises coming from our hotel room. I figured Dad was occupied with some other daughter, so I wandered the halls trying to put my outfit back together. It's not easy, especially when you're wearing it. After I got the front reassembled, the sleeves started to come loose. I ended up in the lobby. The desk clerk offered to help." "A-ha!" That fucking desk clerk! God, he'd gotten lucky with both Brandi and Invey. How many girls did he fuck that weekend? More than me, it sounded like. Her face reddened. "It was happenstance, you know, like unplanned. First, we were just talking at the desk, but the front of my shirt kept flapping open. He told me I had a nice body as he tried to help me stick the pajamas back together." I imagined his hands, groping Invey's tits, just as I'd done with Saroya. "Nice guy, huh?" "At first. The glue stuff wasn't holding. But instead of feeling me up, he touched my face, he was so gentle. I kissed him, and his lips, wow, they vibrated. And then we were hugging, and I felt him hard- I shouldn't be telling you all of this." "You're right. I shouldn't pry." Time to switch topics. "So who did your dad tutor?" I presumed he'd fucked one of the young ladies, given what Aggie had said. "From the sounds I heard through the door of our room, he must have been messing around with somebody, but he never told me who. Does it matter?" "Not really." I could find out, if I put Zenellis's disk array back together. Hmmm. Having a video of Tashun fucking some young thing might be very handy. I had the urge to drive home and assemble the array from the disk drives in my crawl space. Invey's eyes opened, as if she'd just had a mental breakthrough. "Wait here!" She bolted up the steps, two at a time. A few minutes later, she came down stairs in the Zenellis pajamas. The outfit was off-white with half-inch black bands at the shoulders, around the arms, in a v- shape from the shoulders to her navel, and down each side of the shirt. The pants were similarly designed, black bands from the hips to the crotch, and down each pants leg. The material strained across her chest. "I kept it. I don't know why, given-." She shook her head. "Did you have one of these? I never saw a guy wearing one." "We all did. Didn't you see your father in his?" "Nope. When I left that night, Dad hadn't gotten dressed yet. And later on, when I returned to our room, he was in one of the hotel bathrobes. He accidentally flashed me when he changed into normal pajamas." Accidentally on purpose. The little prick was probably thinking about bedding his daughter, and she'd just been raped. "Was his size a surprise? I mean, after seeing a twelve incher?" "It was two feet long, I tell you. I knew Dad was dinky, even though I hadn't seen him before. Mom told me that he didn't take her 'all the way.' That's how she explained it. And there was this one time-" She turned bright red. "One time what?" Invey's head bobbed side to side, as if considering my question. "My therapist says that sharing is healthy. It gets things off my chest." The only thing I wanted off her chest was her pajama top, so I could see her tits, even if they were bra-encased. "Go on." Invey looked at the floor while she explained. "There was this time I crawled into bed with my folks. I was younger, and scared of thunder. Dad curled up behind me, and I felt his penis against my thighs. He wiggled it around, trying to aim it, I think, while he pulled at my nightgown. Thank god, Mom woke up just in time, or Dad might have been my first. Then, when we got back from Wisconsin, he was all touchy-feely. When Mom wasn't looking, he'd grope my ass or cup one of my breasts. When he cornered me on the stairs one evening and pressed himself against me, I knew I had to get out of here." I decided not to dive any deeper in to Invey's sexual history. I decided that fucking Tashun's wife was sufficient, and that Invey wouldn't be the sequel. "The reason those outfits didn't stay together was, the adhesive is heat sensitive. The glue fails as it gets warmer." "Which is why the rooms were so hot! God, Zenellis was a calculating son of a bitch, wasn't he?" "You've got that right. By the way, that outfit looks great on you." "Really? I don't usually wear sleeping pants. Usually just a long t-shirt." "The parts come off. Just tug the pant legs." She bent over and ripped them off. The break was around her upper thighs, so her legs showed all of the way up. "You've got nice legs." "Really? I think they're too thick. The therapist says I need to work on improving my self-image." It was the abortion. Something like that could mess up a young woman's sexual self-esteem real bad. A nice steady boyfriend would make things right. "Are you dating anybody?" "No." "I can't believe you haven't been asked. You're very pretty. Can I tell you a secret?" She nodded limply. "Dads got to request which daughter they wanted. You were my first choice. I wanted to be your tutor." "You asked for me? For real? How come?" "I thought you were very sexy in that cheerleader outfit. Did you enjoy cheerleading at school?" Bouncing those tits in front of hundreds of fans? "I never was a cheerleader. Dad bought the outfit for the trip." She posed, hands on hips, pushing out her already extended chest. "Do you still think I'm sexy?" The front material began to gap at the sides. She was wearing a bra underneath. Maybe Dick had a cheerleader fantasy. "Yes, very much so." It was her first real smile. Her eyes and teeth sparkled. "Reese said all kinds of nice things about you. Would you have been gentle, as my tutor?" "Oh yes." "'Cause the desk clerk, he said he'd be gentle. And he was, for a while. Until he coaxed me out of my pants and top, and then boom, he was ferocious, like an animal. We were on the floor, and he was writhing against me, pawing my breasts and then my panties was gone, and his pants were around his ankles, and, well, it was awful." So Invey got raped and pregnant all in one swell foop. Damn that clerk. He must have not done the same to Brandi, because she came back smiling. Maybe it was Invey's tits, so much larger than Brandi's. "There, there." I hugged her and she let me. "It would have been different if I hadn't led him on. It was all my fault. Christ, what was I thinking?" "It wasn't your fault. You said it. He was an animal. He took advantage of you. You were the victim." I hugged her tighter, to make her feel better. It didn't hurt to feel her breasts against my chest. The sleeves of her outfit had come partially loose. "What's your name again?" "Marcus. Harvey Marcus." "Hmmm, Reese was right." "Reese has a big mouth." Besides the fact that she sucked my cock down to the base, she'd blabbed about me to multiple Tashun female relatives. "What did she say?" That I was the kind who'd cajole a young woman into bed, just to spite her father? Nope, not necessary, not after ravaging his wife. "She said that a guy named Harvey at Dad's company was a great lover, and gentle, with a cock to die for." Her hand went to my crotch. "Holy shit, she wasn't kidding! What is it, a foot long? Are all of the men living on your block ginormous?" Harry had moved out, and Clara had no cock, so she used mine on her nieces. "Just a coincidence. And I'm not twelve inches." "I don't believe you. Show me." Was I up for this science experiment? After all, I was already up. "Sure. Got a tape measure?" Invey ran off, her ass cheeks bouncing within her sleeping outfit. She came back with a cloth tape measure, perspiring. Her hand shook. I gripped my belt. "You ready for this?" "Yeah, but I'm scared." "It won't hurt you, I promise. You just need to improve your estimating skills, that's all." I dropped my pants. I was erect, with a hint of precum on the tip. Fucking Tashun's daughter seemed an inappropriate escalation to him fucking me over at work. I'd already done his wife. "Along the top, from the base to the tip, in a straight line." "You want me to measure? I'll have to touch it." "You won't believe me if I do it. Besides, it doesn't bite." Maybe holding someone's cock would qualify as therapy. "Maybe I can think of this as therapy." She fell to her knees and ran the tape along my erection. She had to lean close to read the tape. "Eight and a quarter." "See. I'm not a foot long, and Harry wasn't two feet." "I guess." Gaps appeared at the shoulders, where the arm pieces attached, and down the front of the outfit. A white bra showed through the gaps. One arm piece dangled precariously from her shoulder. "I guess I'm getting warm." Who wouldn't, touching my prick? "I've been really horny lately. As long as you're undressed and my PJs are falling off, can we mess around a little? Nothing serious." She threw her arms around her body and hugged herself. The failing adhesive barely held the pieces of the sleepwear together. It was more like they were loosely draped over her. "It would be an honor. You're even more beautiful than I remembered." "I am?" "Yes." She took me in her arms. Invey was fragile, and I would have to take this very slowly and not cross the line. "Would it be okay if we kissed? You wouldn't be like the desk clerk, would you? Saying you'll be gentle and then-" I felt her body tense and pull back slightly. "Not in a million years." I caressed Invey's cheek with my fingertips. Our faces were drawn together. She kissed me first, ever so slightly. It was a flutter on my lips. Was she replaying her encounter with the desk clerk for my benefit? What the hell. I reciprocated, brushing my lips against hers. She trembled in my arms. "Maybe we should go upstairs?" The privacy of an upstairs bedroom was better than being exposed in the open-air main floor. "Lead on." I pulled my pants up so I didn't trip. As we ascended, one sleeve fell off, then the other. The pants portion split open on both sides and dropped, exposing her pantied heart-shaped ass. She smelled ripe, like her cunt was yearning to be filled. We would just play around, like she said. No harm in that. By the time we reached the second floor landing, she was down to her bra and panties. The bra had smooth seamless cups, so nothing showed through, although there was plenty of cleavage and tit flesh exposed around the cups. "Let's use Mom's bed. It's already messed up." I followed her to the end of the hall. "Take your clothes off." I got undressed and laid down. Invey straddled my thighs and sat back on her calves. My erection swayed in front of her. "Mom took that?" She rubbed one hand around her stomach. "Uh huh." And vigorously. "Play with it." I couldn't remember playing with myself in front of a female. Most times, they did that for me. But Invey's hand was down the front of her panties, doing herself, so I was left to my own device. I watched her face react as she diddled her pussy. She was liking it. And so was I, slowly stroking my prick. It wasn't going to get harder or longer. Precum made my fingers slick. "Can I touch it?" she asked. It was invitation too good to be true. "Sure." I pulled my hands away, a bit disappointed that she didn't ask me to take over where she'd left off. But, keeping out of her panties was best achieved by not sticking my fingers in them. She gripped it with both hands, using an up and down motion. With minimal lubrication, her hand job was rough. "And Reese?" "Yes, we slept together, twice." Which was a lie, since we'd fucked once in the storeroom, and at least two times at the motel, once after Inga left and once in the morning, when I woke up with a hard-on. "Wow. It's okay if I just want to feel you, right?" "Sure. Can I do something for you?" Her breasts hovered over me like bra-encased blimps, and her panties were stretched tight across her thighs, slices of exposed cunt playing peek-a -boo on the edges. "No, I want to be in control. We're just playing, remember?" I nodded, thrilled with the view and Invey's self-proclaimed limitation. Her hands directed my cock against her stomach. Drops of precum lubricated the surface. My cock slid across, side to side. Then up and down, flirting with the waistband of her panties. Across again, then a deeper dip, dragging her panties lower. "Do you want to be doing that?" Invey's face was flush. "Uh huh." She jumped off, removed her panties, and then resumed her straddling position. Now, if she wasn't careful, she'd be rubbing my cock against her - Oops, she did. No penetration, but the head of my prick slid over her pussy lips. They were moist, letting my cock slide effortlessly against her. She moaned. Although Invey had been the object of my lust in Wisconsin, I wanted to abide by her limits. "We're just playing around, right?" She nodded, but every vertical slide passed the head of my cock over her labia. "Have you had sex since?" She might have thought I meant the Wisconsin event, but I meant the abortion, which she hadn't copped to. "No. I haven't felt very desirable. My therapist says with time and a caring partner, I'll get over those feelings." "She's probably right. And I'll help, if I can. Okay?" She stopped the side-to-side motions, replacing them with slides down her belly, across her cunt and then back up. Her moisture was lubricating the path. "Mom took this? The whole thing? And Reese twice?" "Like I told you. A woman's vagina stretches to take-" Invey rubbed my pointed prick hard against at her pussy lips. They separated, straddling the head. "You don't know how good this feels." "You said 'just playing around.' Maybe we should stop." The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Invey. Invey had a death grip on my cock, poised to enter her. "You have to let me do this." Did I? I could have pushed her away and got out of bed to avoid any more intimate contact. And, probably sent her emotional state into the toilet. "I do? Are you sure?" "Uh huh. My therapist said I needed a caring partner. Reese said that's your style, and you just agreed to help." Invey sank down. My prick slid in, just a bit. She exhaled sharply. "Wow. That's something." I remained still, letting her control how much and how fast. Nasty of me, to think she'd want to fuck. Maybe this was just using me instead of a dildo, a curiosity to see if she could take the length of my-. She dropped another couple of inches. Her face was getting red "Are you okay?" "Better than okay. God, you feel awesome." I was enjoying the coupling too, and we weren't even humping or anything. "Glad you like it." "Like it?" She plunged down. She'd taken it all. "I love it." Her pussy throbbed against it. I remained motionless. "Is this what you did with Reese? Just put it in and leave it there?" "No." "Sheesh, do you need a fucking invitation?" She heard the words, and they registered. "Oh my god! Invey Tashun! I've never heard it pronounced before." And with that acknowledgement, she began to raise and lower herself. Slowly at first, measuring my cock with her pussy, inch by inch. I ran my hands up her thighs, around her waist. She leaned forward, and I could just reach her ass. What I wanted to do was pop the latch on her bra, to fondle and suck her huge tits. But she was in charge, so I waited for her direction. She was too interested in humping my prick. Her hips rotated, advancing and retreating. I gripped her ass but didn't direct her motion. She was breathing hard, panting. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Oh god, yes. It's just difficult to breathe-" "Would it help if I loosened your bra?" I prayed for an affirmative answer. "Fine. Yes, that'll help." With permission, my fingers flew to her back, popping the clips. The bra straps fell to her elbows. She shrugged the garment off. There they were, large and proud with fat dark caps, pointing out from her chest. I held them from underneath, but they needed no extra support. As Invey leaned forward, I directed one breast to my mouth, fondling it as I kissed it, sucked it, tongued it. Invey moaned, pressing her tit harder against my face. I switched to the other, with the same treatment. Invey's hips were on automatic, banging against mine just like her mother had an hour previous. "Am I good? Am I better than Mom?" "Much better." The only possible answer when you're in the act of fucking someone's daughter. Invey stretched her legs behind her, on the outside of mine, laying against me. I ran my hands up and down her back, but always returning to her tits, those big glorious tits. I held one like a football to my lips and sucked hard. Invey's movement became spasmodic. I attacked her other nipple. She humped my cock with enthusiasm rivaling her mother and Reese. Heredity tells, especially in a Tashun bed. "I think you're going to make me cum." Cum? I wasn't about to get Invey pregnant. "Then we should stop." "Don't worry. The doctor put me on the pill to stabilize my cycles, after my-" "Your what?" I drove my cock to the depths of her pussy. "My abortion." Her moaning became a wail. "I felt so used, and so stupid." She sobbed, flat against me, every inch of flesh against mine, but didn't stop fucking. "But being with you. You make me feel wonderful." She kissed me with a passion her mother hadn't demonstrated. Nor Reese, if my memory wasn't failing. My leg muscles were staring to cramp. "Can we change positions?" She practically leapt off, my damp erection exposed to the air. "What would you like, Mr. Big Dick? Flat on my back, legs spread?" She demonstrated the position. Just like her mother, Invey's vocabulary got skanky when she got hot and bothered. "Why don't you get on your knees?" I looked forward to leaning over her back, hands free to get to know her tits better. She put her hands on her hips. "No, let's do missionary." Her choice was infinitely better than no sex, so I slid between Invey's thighs and into her. As she wrapped her legs around my back, I propped my weight on my elbows as I occupied my hands with her tits. "You like them, don't you?" "Yes, very much." "You can suck them some more, you know." "But I can also do this." I squeezed and fondled and rubbed those outstanding orbs, pinching her inflated nipples, pumping Invey's pussy all the while. "You make me feel like a woman again." She grabbed my face and resumed kissing, as passionately as I'd ever felt. Her body shook, her legs tensed, and her pussy clamped down. This closeness, this bonding was overwhelming. Without realizing I was on the verge, I plunged deep and spurted, once or twice. "Oh God. This is what sex should feel like. Reese was right, and how! I can't wait to tell Dr. Crumbholtz what progress I've made. She told me that I'd have a breakthrough after I opened myself up to a man." Shit! Inga's mother was Invey's therapist? How could the world be so small, that every woman I'd had sex with was connected? "Please leave my name out of it, okay? Doctor-patient confidentiality not withstanding, I certainly don't want anyone to know about this. Not Stephanie, not your mother, and certainly not your father." Invey raised an eyebrow. "How did you know Dr. Crumbholtz's name is Stephanie?" I swallowed hard. I felt my cock shrink, retreating from Invey's cunt. "Her daughter, Inga, performed a service ministry for me and my wife." Mostly me, and mostly sexual. Not to mention Stephanie getting me hooked up with Norma of the Perfect Tits. And our own personal roll in the sack. "This will be our little secret." She clenched her pussy, squeezing my deflated cock out. "Good." I collapsed on her body, relieved, my head cushioned by her breasts. My tongue snaked out for a final lick of a nipple. All right, maybe a suckle. She moaned. I felt fortunate at having an unplanned double header, certainly a cock's worth for any man. Which got me thinking about Harry, the Cocksworth twin daughters, and Joy. Was she enjoying Harry's foot-long? Were the girls? And Stephanie Crumbholtz, the incompetent shrink whose advice to her patients frequently seemed to place them in bed with me. Not to mention Inga, for whom I had feelings well beyond mere horniness, despite our age difference. "What are you thinking about?" Invey asked. I raised my head from her chest and looked into her eyes. "How good we make each other feel." I had regained an erection thinking about my previous exploits, and turned my attention to current possibilities: a tit fuck, or maybe Invey would accept a doggie position for our next round. I'd never get enough of those tits. ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback. Do you like these Retrospectives, even when I fuck up and they turn out to be contemporary stories? Tell me what you think via email, at harveymarcus9@comcast.net. Copyright (c) 2009, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.