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 The Clara Chronicles Ch.  1
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   This story begins a new series.  I'll let the words speak for
themselves...

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   Close Knit

   It didn't take long after the For Sale sign went up at the Cocksworths'
former residence for a moving truck to show up in their driveway. 
Something about that house, turning over so often.  Had some witch cast a
curse over it, preventing residents from staying too long?  If so, there
was a sexual aspect to the curse, given how many young women I'd coupled
with within its walls.  My curiosity boiled over.  A family with grown
kids? Maybe a young couple buying their first house?  Even better, a
sorority!  We aren't all that far from a local college.  Maybe they have
initiations that call for male volunteers The doorbell interrupted my
reverie, dozens of nubile co-eds in various states of undress.

   A woman I guessed to be a few years past my age, based on the volume of
grey hair, stood on my stoop with a smile and a large knitting bag hanging
on her shoulder.  Needles stuck out from the top.  "Hello there.  I'm Clara
Bichano, your new neighbor." She pointed to the Cocksworths' place.  "May I
use your telephone, please?"

   "Sure." I opened the screen door.  "Come on in.  It's on the table in
the hallway.

   She walked over and picked up the receiver.  "Those phone company people
can be so unreliable.  They were supposed to have my service up and running
by now.  I can't stand unreliability, don't you?"

   This woman was a piece of work.  Wearing a long knit dress in
eighty-degree heat?  "Nice outfit."

   "Thanks, I made it myself.  That's my passion, truth be told.  Most all
my clothes are off my own two needles." She pulled a slip of paper from the
bag on her arm and tapped buttons on the phone.  "I'm calling a rug
cleaner. There are yellow stains on the living room and bedroom carpets. 
The Cocksworths must have been sloppy eaters."

   I swallowed hard.  "Really?" Those stains were my sperm, unless Harry
leaked around the house.

   She cradled the receiver to her ear, pulled out the two needles and
continued work on some item while talking to me.  "I should warn you, I'll
be having lots of company.  Family, to be specific.  Oh, and there'll be
trucks and workmen for the next week or so.  I'm putting in a swimming
pool."

   "Really?" Nice amenity, and the opportunity for bikinis and
skinny-dipping.  God, can't I ever get my mind out of the gutter?

   "For your inconvenience, you'll all be welcome to use it, of course. 
Neighbors can be like family.  In fact, let me knit you something." She
hung up.  "A swimsuit, that's obvious."

   "I have swimsuits." Baggy ones, so my erection doesn't show.

   "Posh!  Something else, perhaps?"

   "A scarf?  I'm a big Dr.  Who fan, and the Tom Baker version -"

   "Of course.  Perfect!" She stuffed her latest project back into the bag.
"I'll have to go out and get the right colors, to make it authentic."

   "Don't go to that trouble.  Use anything you have laying around.  A
random mix will look just as good."

   Clara shot me a stern look, like a teacher staring down a naughty
student.  And I was naughty, wasn't I?  "A Tom baker scarf is not to be
dallied with.  It's a classic!  There' a right way and a wrong way to
everything, that's what I always say." She whipped a cloth tape measure
from her bag.  "Now, let me take some measurements."

   "For the scarf?"

   "No, silly.  I have the precise colors and dimensions at home, or at
least packed away in one of my boxes.  So many boxes to handle.  For the
swimsuit." She snapped the tape measure like a belt.  "Now, drop your
drawers so I can take accurate measurements."

   I hesitated.

   "Come come, I've seen plenty of men in their skivvies.  And a lot less."

   No harm, I guess.  My pants hit the floor.

   She put her arms around me to take my waist measurement.  That put us
body to body.  Although she wasn't my type, the incidental hug got my penis
going.  Shit, she'll see my erection and get the wrong idea.

   She completed my waist measurement and jotted it on a page of a
notebook. "Now, your inseam.  Spread your legs, honey.  Would you like it
long or brief?"

   The lump in my jockeys was obvious.

   Clara giggled as her knuckles grazed my balls and the underside of my
erection.  "Never mind, I'll make it long.  You'll require expansion room,
I can see.  You're very lucky, but your lady friends are luckier." She
broke into a laugh.  "You're the first serious competition for Mr.  Stiffy
I've seen in a long while."

   Huh?

   "Do what you do, do well, that's what I always say.  All righty, pull
them up.  I'm finished."

   I had to ask.  "Who's Mister Stiffy?"

   Clara pulled a flesh-colored dildo from her knitting bag.  "A girl needs
company at any age, rightly?" She stroked the veined imitation penis, and
then tossed it back in her bag.  "Nice to meet you."

   We shook hands.  I almost expected the "fuck me" handshake, index finger
curled under, but no suck luck.  Her ass swayed as she strutted down our
walk and returned to her side of the street.

   Gee, a neighborhood swimming pool right across the street.  Maybe
Annie's friends will use it to hang out.  Hmm, I wonder how a knit bikini
holds up when wet?

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   Two weeks later, Clara, my new across-the-street neighbor, called with
an urgent request.  "I'm hosting my niece Reid for a visit.  She wants to
swim in my new pool.  It's certainly warm enough, but she's not very
skilled.  I'd watch her myself, but an emergency has come up.  I was
wondering, could you play lifeguard for maybe half an hour?  Besides, it
will give you a chance to use the bathing suit I knitted for you." She
chortled.

   "It's done already?" There had only been that one measurement session,
where Clara groped me between my legs.

   "Oh yes, and it's one of my most unique creations.  To deal with your
extended physiology."

   She meant my dick.  In every bathing suit I'd ever owned, an erection
was as obvious as the nose on my face.  An eight-inch nose.  I was more
than curious.  "Sure, I'll watch your niece." I didn't admit that the dog
paddle was the extent of my swimming prowess.  I'd just keep Reid out of
the deep end.  Problem avoided.

   I crossed the street, looking both ways.  Some of the teens in the
neighborhood were driving now, and my street had more than its share of
hot-rodding.

   Clara greeted me at the front door with a clump of red and blue material
in her hand.  "Thank you, Mr.  Marcus.  Now put this on and I'll introduce
you to my niece.  She's cooling her heels out back."

   Clara handed me a mass of knit tentacles.  I held up the red swimming
suit, which was adorned with over a dozen blue protruding tubes.  Each was
a knit cylinder about six inches long, filled with foam, sticking out.  Was
this some kind of joke?  "I can't wear this."

   "Oh, but you must.  I made it especially for your condition.  You'll
see." She pointed to the powder room on the first floor.  I'd cleaned up
there once after sex with Randi and Brandi.  "Go on."

   I locked the door, so that Clara didn't bust in while I was undressed. I
slipped out of my clothes and stacked them on the floor.  It was impossible
to tell the front of the swimsuit from the back until I examined the
tentacles more closely.  All of them except one was filled with a foam
insert, making them stand away from the body of the suit.  However, one was
hollow.  Ah ha!  I pulled the suit up my legs, keeping the empty tentacle
in front.  With my dick flaccid, it fit nicely in the knit cylinder,
hanging down.  The other tentacles were elevated, camouflaging my organ. 
And, if for some reason I got an erection, my dick would look like just
another foam protrusion.  Clara was brilliant!  This is the kind of
creativity Zenellis would have rewarded.  After taking a series of
compromising pictures for blackmail, of course.

   I opened the door.  Clara stood, admiring her work.

   "How does it fit?" she asked.

   "You did a great job."

   "Yes, I did." She reached forward and gave the only limp tentacle an
extended squeeze.  "Just keep the suit dry."

   Her grope caused some inflation.  Now my penis was a perfect match for
its foam-filled neighbors.  Keeping a bathing suit dry made no sense, but
she was the fabricator, so I nodded.

   "Follow me out back.  You haven't seen the pool, have you?" She paused
at the back door.  "Before I introduce you, you should know the reason Reid
is here is.  My sister doesn't know how to deal with Reid's insatiable
curiosity about sex."

   Great, leaving me alone with a sexually curious young woman.  I knew how
this would end, and it hadn't started.

   Clara continued, "She's been asking questions, and I've done my best to
answer them.  But she's very vulnerable right now; so as much as you might
be tempted, don't do anything with her while I'm away.  Agreed?"

   "Fine by me.  I'm just here to keep her water-safe."

   In all of my visits to the Cockswells', I had never looked out into
their backyard.  Clara had made quite an investment.  The deck material was
simulated stone with a grippy surface, to prevent slips and accidents.  The
pool itself was a rectangle with rounded corners.  Lanes had been painted
for serious swimming.  "I do a couple dozen laps every morning.  It's great
exercise." At the far end were two diving boards, one low and one much
higher, at least from my perspective.

   Sitting on a nylon mesh chair was a young lady in a terrycloth robe down
to her knees.  She was slim with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
The slight pattern continued with her legs.  Her eyes went wide at the
sight of me, or perhaps it was my unique bathing suit.

   "Mr.  Marcus, this is my niece." Reid held out her arm.  Her handshake
was like a wet noodle.  Reid needed lessons on her grip.  "Reid, Mr. 
Marcus has agreed to watch you while I'm gone."

   Reid crossed her arms on her chest.  "I don't need a babysitter."

   I hadn't thought of my role in that light, but Reid was right.  This
time, I was the babysitter.  "You won't even know I'm here," I said.

   "Mr.  Marcus won't be obtrusive," said Clara.  "Stay in the shallow end
of the pool until I get back and test you."

   "Oh, Auntie."

   Clara strutted away.  For an old broad, she still knew how to shake her
ass.

   Reid's sour expression lasted until she looked back at me.  The sight of
my octopus suit brought a smile back to her face.  "Did Auntie knit that
for you?"

   I nodded.  "She says she knits all the time."

   Reid came closer and batted at one of the tentacles.  Phew, a foam one.
"I think it's cute.  If you were a superhero, they'd call you PenisMan."

   Her first sexual comment.  I tried to keep a straight face.  Ignore her
and she'll stop.

   "She made my suit too." Reid opened her robe.  Reid had a nice shape,
too nice to ignored.  The bulk of her height was from her legs.  On top,
the bikini was form fit.  The cups covered her half-globe breasts
precisely, with strings holding the cups to her chest.  On the bottom, her
crotch was wrapped in matching blue, with strings around her flared hips,
tied at the sides.  The rest of Reid's body was bare, available for
inspection.  "What do you think?" She did a model's turn.  Her ass was
round with not a hint of sag.  Expected at her age.  How old was she,
anyway?  No matter, I promised hands off.

   "Clara certainly matches form with function," I said.

   "Can I show you my dive?" Reid asked.  "I've been practicing at school."
The ponytail must have slipped, because she raised her hands above her head
to tighten it.  Reid's chest pushed forward, the strings taut.  I wondered
how much tension it would take for the top to pop, so I could see those
perfectly shaped tits.

   I was tempted to ask what school.  College meant legal.  High school
left the question open, but probably not.  "You heard your aunt.  Shallow
end."

   Reid jumped into the knee-high water.  "Are you coming in?  I need
someone to play with."

   It wasn't going to be me.  "No thanks." Clara had warned me off getting
the suit wet.  So, if there was a problem, what was I supposed to do? 
Throw Reid a life preserver.  A quick glance around the pool area told me
that wasn't an option.

   A wave of water doused me.  Reid laughed and sprayed me again.  She had
a supply of ammunition while I was a stationary target, defenseless.  Since
I couldn't go in, she was safe from retaliation.

   Reid was no dummy.  I hadn't entered the pool.  She edged her way around
until she was in the deep end.  Oh shit!  Reid leaped from the edge and
caught the lip of the low diving board.  She must have had more arm
strength than was evident from her physique and handshake, because she
lifted herself up onto the board from the water.  The top half of her body
was prone against the board, her ass sticking out.  Only a string ruined
the butt landscape.  God, her ass cheeks were round.  Her legs flailed as
she tried to climb the rest of the way onto the board.  Flashes of crotch
from thighs opening and closing had the expected result.  Now my dick rose
higher than any of the foam filled appendages.

   Reid made it up and was standing on the board, hands on her hips. 
"Watch this."

   "Don't!" I tried to be authoritative without any reasonable threat to
back me up.

   "Okay, I'll use the higher board." She scampered off one and onto the
other before I could run the length of the pool.  I thought about rushing
onto the board, but she might jump out.  Instead, I took a place at the
side of the deep end.  "Have you used a board that high?" I asked.

   "Nope, but what's the diff?  All boards are the same."

   I was about to explain about tension adjustments and spring, but I was
too late.  She'd backed up and skipped the short length, pausing to bounce
on the end.  Except the board sprung back fast.  Her legs took the impact,
buckling her knees and passing the stored momentum up her body.  She
leaned, tilted and fell forward.  Her foot thumped against the end of the
board as she toppled.  Damn!  She went under, unprepared.

   The hell with the suit.  I jumped in, cannonball style and opened my
eyes.  The chlorine burned.  Reid was two feet under; eyes and mouth wide
open in a silent scream.  I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up.
She coughed and spit as we broke the surface, but at least she was
breathing.  With only one hand to paddle, it took a while for me to get us
to the edge by a ladder.  I pushed her up first.  One hand on her bare ass
was necessary to get her out.  Yes, I enjoyed the feeling, but this was a
rescue, not a seduction.  I climbed out after her.  She'd collapsed on the
grass, curled up in fetal position, coughing.  I helped her to her feet and
led to a concrete bench, one of many bordering the pool.  She leaned
forward, still spitting up water.  Her drenched bikini top sagged away from
her body.  The upper curves of her tits were exposed.  No droop at all.

   "See what happens when you don't listen." I used my best
disregarded-father demeanor.  "You could have drowned."

   Reid looked up.  Her eyes got big and her mouth opened.  I glanced down.
All of the foam filled tubes sagged after absorbing water.  Only the one
holding my dick stood outright.  Damn, that's why Clara warned me away.  So
now what?

   "What's wrong with your swimsuit?" she asked.  She leaned closer.

   To prevent her from grabbing hold, I backed away, several feet.  "I
don't know what you mean." I turned my back, praying for my erection to
subside.

   Reid jogged around in front of me, within arms reach.  "It looks like
there's a problem with your suit.  Mine too.  See?" She spread the material
around one breast.  A nipple was trapped between the knits and purls.  "It
pinches real bad." In a smooth motion she pulled the top off her tits and
over her head.  So that's how it would happen.  The breast flesh was firm
and remained the same shape without support.  And her two nipples were
fiercely erect.  She rubbed her breasts, letting her fingers flick the
nipples.  "Do you like my titties?" she asked.  "Do you think I'm sexy?  I,
mean, since they're so small?"

   I swallowed hard.  What could I say that would be honest but not lead
her on?  "They're very nice.  But you should cover up, because I shouldn't
be looking at them."

   "Why are all of your octopus thingies hanging down except this one?" She
put her hand around the knit sock that covered my prick.  A look of
combined surprise and delight flashed onto her face.  "Oh my god!  Is this
your-" She stopped talking and grabbed even harder.  The material chafed my
sensitive skin.  She shook, agitated, with a firm grip, not like her
handshake.  "Oh my god.  I've got my hand on your -" She refused to name
the object of her attention.  And it was at full attention, due to her
grip.

   "You're rubbing me the wrong way." Literally.

   She opened her fingers.  "Was I doing it wrong?  Tell me, and I'll do it
better.  Please give me a chance."

   To do what?  Give her a sex education?  I didn't sign on for that. 
Clara had been explicit.  "The suit was irritating, that's all.  Like your
top excited your nipples." They hadn't gone down.  "My penis is sensitive.
You did nothing wrong." Why give the young lady a complex and deprive many
young men hand jobs?

   "I can fix that." Before I could react, she slid the suit from my hips.
Except, my penis had swollen so much that the tube didn't come off.  So the
suit hung from my dick at mid-thigh, my penis trapped in the cylinder.

   "I've got it," she said.  She used her fingertips to peel the sheath
from my dick, and then there was nothing left to hide.  Her hand returned
to my erection, just past the tip.  "Is that better?"

   God, it was terrific.  She bounced with excitement, her arm motions
vigorous.  My prick was drooling at the prospect of sex.  That gave her
additional lubrication.  Her hand slid, distributing precum over the head
and under the most sensitive areas under the crown.

   "It's getting slimy.  Is that supposed to happen?"

   "Yes.  Slick is good." But what she was doing was not.  I backed away. A
cement bench caught the backs of my legs.  I fell, grabbing the bench
before I fell over.  I ended up on my back, one leg on each side of the
bench.  Reid ran over, straddled the bench and sat close to me.  Once more,
her hand found my prick.

   "Why is slippery good?" she asked.

   What was I supposed to say?  That it allows easier access to a woman's
pussy?  At least her bottoms were still in place, although with her legs
spread, the edges of her cunt lips were peeking into view.  Reid leaned
forward, her face less than a foot from my dick.

   "We shouldn't be doing this," I cautioned.

   "Damn right you shouldn't." It was Clara.  What timing!  "What did I
tell you?"

   Was she talking to Reid or me?

   "Come here, young lady." Reid and Clara sauntered away, Clara's arm
around her niece.  I couldn't hear their discussion, but Reid's arms waved
wildly, occasionally her finger pointing to me on the bench.  My erection
began to fade.  Thank goodness.  Clara would straighten Reid out, I'd get
dressed, and that would be that.  A major gaff avoided.

   I grabbed my octopus suit and covered my crotch with it.  The pair
walked back to my bench, Clara's hand on Reid's shoulder.  Friends again,
how nice.  "All settled?"

   "Yes, Mr.  Marcus," said Clara.  "Except I'd like your assistance with a
demonstration."

   Oh oh.  Why did this feel like the proverbial slippery slope?  "What
kind of demonstration?"

   "Nothing you'd object to, I'm sure.  Your penis is the first one Reid
has ever seen.  I want to use it as a prop, if you will.  Is that okay with
you?"

   A prop?  "Just to demonstrate?"

   "That's right.  Just lay back and trust me."

   This was the same woman who'd groped my dick twice.  She'd also told me
to keep my hands off her niece, and I had.  How far could this
demonstration go, anyway?  My prick was ahead of my head on that one.  My
erection returned.

   Clara plucked my swimsuit away.  "See?  Mr.  Marcus must be having
lascivious thoughts.  He is getting hard again.  Naughty Mr.  Marcus, but
perfect for our purposes."

   Reid scratched at her groin.  Was her cunt tingling, or was it the
material?

   "What's wrong, dear?" Clara asked.

   "Our suits were itchy," said Reid.  "You should have used softer yarn."

   "Is that right?  I'm terribly sorry." With a flick, Clara untied one of
Reid's bows.  Her g-string bottom fell to the bench.  Clara snatched it up.
"I'll need to insert liners."

   Reid's pussy was explicitly exposed, with her legs on either side of the
bench.

   "Reid told me you advised her slippery was good.  Is that correct?"

   I couldn't take my eyes off Reid's cunt, just a couple of feet away.  It
looked damp.

   "Why don't you check if Reid is slippery?" Clara asked.

   I started to reach forward but stopped in mid-gesture.  "You told me to
keep my hands off.  Right?"

   Clara stroked her chin.  Reid's hand returned to my dick.

   "Yes, that's correct.  Reid, why don't you use Mr.  Marcus's penis to
see if you're slippery."

   Reid froze in mid stroke.  "Huh?"

   "Straddle his hips and rub his erection along your vaginal opening, to
determine if you're slippery."

   This was some demonstration.  Did Clara intend for me to demonstrate
penetration?  Reid's hand was unsteady as she positioned herself above me.
She had to crouch a bit for our genitals to make contact.  But what contact
it was!

   "That's right, slide his penis back and forth.  Does it feel slippery?"

   "Oh yes!  But how do I know if it's from his leaking, or from me?"

   "Hang on for a moment." Clara scooted over to a nearby chair and grabbed
a towel.  With a swipe, she dried my prick.  "There.  Try again."

   I could tell immediately it was Reid's secretions that were lubricating
her pussy.

   "I must be leaking!" Reid's front to back motions concentrated at the
front.  "Why does one spot feel better?"

   "That's your clitoris.  It's like a very small penis, and extremely
sensitive.  Mr.  Marcus, would you do the honors.

   "But you said no -"

   Clara cut me off.  "Use your tongue.  That would be gentler than your
fingers anyway."

   Reid laid back.  I sat up and bent towards her pussy.  It reeked of sex.
God, she was juicy.  My tongue confirmed her excretions.  The tip of my
tongue slid up her crease, finding her sex nubbin between the folds of
skin. I lapped at her pussy with the flat of my tongue, and flicked her
clit with the tip.  Reid's hips lurched up to my face in response.  She
gurgled and sighed.

   Clara stood tall, almost proud.  "There.  See, Reid?  Very sensitive
indeed."

   Reid sat up and pushed me back.  Her hand grabbed my dick and thrust it
against her cunt.  Although she was pretending merely to slide my dick
along the outside, the head split her cunt lips.  I wasn't technically in
her, but my dick was massaging the opening.  With any extra pressure, I'd
pop past.

   Coach Clara kept an eagle eye peeled.  "Keep stroking, Reid.  You're not
ready for penetration."

   Thank God Clara had some limits to this demonstration.  It wouldn't take
much more titillation and I'd be cuming.  "Do you want Reid to see a man
ejaculate?"

   "Why, Mr.  Marcus?  Are you close?"

   "It's not going to take much more, I'll tell you that."

   "All right then.  Reid, follow my directions very carefully.  When a man
is stimulated, he climaxes by ejaculating sperm from his penis.  You've
done a superb job of getting Mr.  Marcus aroused and maintaining sexual
stimulation.  A woman also has the opportunity to climax.  How are you
feeling?"

   "I could use some more, you know, excitement."

   "Very well.  Mr.  Marcus, Perhaps Reid's breasts could use some
attention.

   Her nipples were pointy, waiting to be sucked.  So I sucked them, one at
a time.

   "Better?" Clara asked.

   "Uhhh-huhhhhh." Reid moaned.

   Then I felt the pop.  The tip of my dick was past her cunt lips.  It was
minimal, but penetration nonetheless.

   Reid was no longer rubbing me along her slit.  She was pumping me, up
and back, just inside her pussy.  Only the head was penetrating.  She was
tight.  The pressure was amazing.  Blood rushed to keep my dick firm
against her resisting flesh.  Should I rat Reid out?  Clara could see for
herself, if she looked.

   "Reid, you're not rubbing, you're humping." She slapped Reid's ass. 
"You're not ready."

   "But Auntie, it feels so good."

   The second slap was even sharper.  Reid rose up and my penis broke free.

   "Perhaps you should help hold Reid up.  Place your hands around and
under her thighs." I did as she commanded, the tips of my fingers inches
away from her pussy, just below her ass cheeks.

   "I know!" Clara shouted.  "You two haven't kissed.  Show her how a man
kisses a woman he loves."

   Reid leaned forward and tilted her head to the side.  Our lips met, soft
and gentle.  I wanted to inhale her.  Her leg strength was failing, and in
my position, I had little leverage.  Slowly, she was sinking, my prick
poised at her cunt.  And the rubbing against her and the kissing had my
dick throbbing for release.  I wanted to cum real bad.  If she didn't move
soon, I'd thrust my hips up and fill her up.

   "Reid, did it feel good to have Mr.  Marcus's penis inside?"

   "Oh yes!" Reid whimpered.  "Soo good.  Can I have it again?"

   "Just the tip, like before."

   I wasn't asked, but then again, would I have said no?  Just by her
squatting, I reentered Reid's moist crevasse.

   Reid shook, trying to maintain her precarious position.  "Can I take
more?  Oh please, you're both teasing me."

   And me.  I wanted to fuck, too.  We both did.  Mean Clara, controlling
us, manipulating us.  How about a fucking demonstration?

   "Bounce up and down, but just on the tip," said Clara.

   The most sensitive part of my dick is just below the head, on the bottom
side.  And it was getting a torturing workout, wiggling past Reid's tight
hole.  Not as tight as before, but extremely stimulating.  Without doing
anything else, more than sufficient for me to blow a load.

   "Maybe I should show Reid an ejaculation," I said.  I figured spunking
on her chest, between her breast mounds, would be effective.

   "Not yet.  Are you getting hotter?" Clara asked Reid.

   "Oh yes.  It feels so good.  We're fucking, aren't we?  Please, tell me
we're fucking."

   "This is an advanced form of foreplay, not true fucking."

   Bullshit!  I was penetrating Reid's tight pussy.  Yes, maybe only an
inch or two, but I was in just the same.

   "Can I have more, so that I'm fucking?" Reid asked.

   "How are you coming, Mr.  Marcus?  Almost ready?"

   I nodded, gritting my teeth and holding my breath.  I expected that
after just a couple more strokes, by Reid or myself, she'd have a stream of
cum across her torso.

   "Let me know when you're about to burst, and we'll take the next step.
Reid, remember what we agreed?"

   Reid was moaning.  I pushed her hand away as my hips bucked.  I wanted
fucking, even if it was only two inches deep.  I couldn't hold back.  "I'm
ready!" I shouted.

   "Do it, Reid" said Clara.  "Now!"

   Reid took a deep breath and sat down hard.  My prick ripped into her
pussy, the full eight inches.  The shock dazed me, but not my reproductive
system.  The tight flesh caressing my dick provided the last bit of
resistance I needed.  Sperm erupted inside her pussy.

   "Now ride him.  Ride him until you reach orgasm," Clara cried.

   Reid leaned against me, her head on my shoulder.  She gripped my arms,
bouncing her hips against me.  Although I'd ejaculated, the velvety
friction of her pussy was maintaining my erection.  God, she was fucking
me, like an animal, long hard thrusts.  So I joined in, matching her
timing, lifting my hips off the unforgiving concrete on her downward pulse.

   Reid began to moan, grunting like an animal.  "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes,
harder, deeper, gimme, fuck, gimme, gimme."

   My cum acted as lubricant, keeping our organs sliding.  Reid stopped
humping and ground her cunt against my pubis, the top edge of my dick
against her clit.

   Reid shrieked, once, twice, three times, then fell limp against me.  I
held her in an embrace.  We were both spent.  The demo was over.

   "And that, my dear, is sex.  Hot, lusty, and successful for both
parties." Clara turned to me.  "Thank you, Mr.  Marcus, for a marvelous
demonstration."

   "You're welcome.  I think."

   Clara helped Reid get up from my groin.  Her genitals were puffy and
red, well exercised.  My erection was gone, my dick deflated and sticky.

   "Would you like to stay and watch Reid's swimming lesson?" Clara asked.

   "No thanks," I replied.  "I'm going to use the power room and get
dressed."

   "As you wish.  Reid will be here the remainder of the week."

   Reid smiled and licked her lips.  I waved, to be polite.  A repeat
performance under Clara's supervision was out of the question.  If I was
going to have sex, it was going to be under my terms, not those of a horny
old lady.

   I padded into the house, naked.  My clothes were still in the pile I'd
left.  When I exited the powder room, dressed, Clara was waiting for me. 
"You deserve an explanation."

   Damn right!  A demonstration of foreplay that was spun into hardcore
fucking!  I stood silent, arms folded on my chest.  "Go on."

   "I was lucky enough to have a good husband, Elmer, may he rest in peace.
He was built like you, long and hard, almost exactly.  Surely I have needs,
but I'm too old to be catting around for male company, if you know what I
mean."

   I nodded.

   Clara continued, "I believe it's important for a young woman to learn
the pleasures of sex, and her responsibilities as well.  So when my
relatives, like my sister, have problems with their children that way, they
turn them over to me.  Elmer used to assist, bless his heart."

   Oh yes, Blessed Elmer of The Big Dick, fucking his nieces for
educational value.  Like I'm buying that.

   "After he passed, my lessons became completely theoretical.  I'd use
pictures and such, assisted by Mr.  Stiffy.  I had a blow-up male doll
once, but one of my heavier nieces came down too hard and it exploded."

   I thanked my lucky stars Reid wasn't that niece.

   "I believe that fate has brought us together.  For a special purpose."

   "Your partner in sex ed?" I asked.

   Clara nodded vigorously, and then took my right hand in both of hers. 
"You are truly blessed with perfect physiology.  I can direct your gift to
those who need it."

   Yeah, right between the legs of her female family members.  I wondered
how large Clara's family was, but decided not to ask.  "I'll consider it,
on a case-by-case basis."

   Clara smiled like a Cheshire Cat.  She reached down and gave my dick a
squeeze, her version of a handshake to seal our agreement?  I'd made a deal
with a horny devil.

   (to be continued)

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