The Clara Chronicles - Part 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. * * * * * * * * * * This tale starts immediately after "Vonna's Photo Shoot" where I had a twofer - both Vonna and her aunt, the infamous Saroya Zenellis. See just how small the world is? It was Friday, the day before Harriett got home with her transplanted British assistant, who was also to be our new freeloading boarder. I owed Clara, the woman across the street, a meet-up with another one of her nieces, in return for the photography lessons her family friend Viktor and his daughter had provided. Oh yes, and Smith expected me for bowling. Did I have the balls for all of these commitments? Let the story roll, and hopefully I won't end up in the gutter... * * * * * * * * * * I'd been taking my vacation days one at a time with no regrets and, uncharacteristically, no complaints from Harriett. Since she'd been traveling so much for work, a vacation for her was staying at home, putting her feet up and sucking down cherry-filled chocolates. Although, lately she's cut down on sweets, and may have even lost a few pounds. Well, good for her! Vonna's photo shoot was such a single vacation day off, Thursday to be exact. Harriett and her new assistant were expected home late on Saturday, after my scheduled bowling outing with Smith and Jones. I had no extracurricular sexual activities planned during the day for Friday, so I went into work. The other thing that made these days-at-a-time off possible was my demotion. I was handling small-scale tasks, but I wasn't in charge of any "big picture" stuff. So, with no management responsibilities, no coordinating the work of other employees, and no status reporting on my shoulders, I could schedule myself for a day off whenever I liked. No one had taken up my position or moved into my old office, although the reporting and such that I'd left behind seemed to be happening, behind the scenes. And without a manager in place, my former boss Dick Tashun didn't seem to care when I showed up. I got an assortment of greetings - head nods, waves, verbal "hello's and an occasional wink - from co-workers and members of the shrinking secretarial pool. The repurposed swivel chair in my cubicle had seen better days and evidently overweight employees, the way it tilted to the right as I spun to my desk. My physical in-box was cluttered with pass-around copies of tech magazines whose content might as well have been a decade old. By the time the mags were produced and distributed, their content had reached the Internet, been consumed, evaluated, repudiated and forgotten. To save everyone else the trouble, I shucked all of those glossy covered rags into my wastebasket. It was a shock and awe moment when Clyde Hunter's secretary came down the aisle. Clyde was Dick Tashun's boss, a senior vice president and a member of the executive corridor upstairs. I'd forgotten her name, but who could forget that body? I'd been with some beautiful women - models even - but she was something special. The only woman I'd seen recently that came anywhere close was the mystery woman I'd seen in the hallway outside at Underwuud Studios who'd been too friendly with Angie, the owner's daughter and photographer. [AUTHOR: See story THROUGH THE LENS CH. 1] There were always rumors about secret relationships in the office. Tashun dipping his wick in the secretarial pool, for one. Hell, I was the subject of my share. And Tashun had used the rumor he started - that Dora Muniz's baby was mine - to get me demoted, based on his interpretation of the Personnel Policy. Tashun's wife Agatha had promised to help me get my position back, after we shared a prone position on their bed. And, unbeknownst to her, I had their daughter Inez Victoria (Invey) the same morning, and in their bed no less. Hunter's secretary stopped at my desk, her crisp white blouse straining under the pressure of two very pointed breasts. There was no cleavage showing, but my palms sweated nonetheless. "Mr. Marcus. It's very difficult to get hold of you." Vonna didn't seem to have any trouble the previous day while I shot naughty photos of her in various states of undress. Her hands groped my cock frequently, before and during our sexual escapade. "I take a day off now and then, to keep myself sane." "And you don't carry a cell phone either." She leaned over, hands on my desk, and pursed her lips, as if she was preparing to blow me a kiss. "No one needs to get in touch immediately. That's what voicemail and answering machines are for." "Mr. Hunter needed to speak with you, to arrange a meeting. But you're here - today - so I can escort you." She straightened up, shoulders back, tits at attention like torpedoes. "If you're not doing anything more important." More important than getting my old job back? Why else would Hunter want to see me? Had Tashun's wife come through after all? "Lead the way." We walked the corridor two abreast, although her two breasts were the distraction of every male and some of the females who passed us going the other way. A elevator was available for our short ride up to the executive suite and Hunter's office. I thought small talk was in order. "So, how is it, working for Mr. Hunter?" She stood facing forward, her profile astonishing from her neck to her waist. It was a miracle she didn't poke someone's eye out. "He's extremely dedicated to the success of his employees. Did you know that he takes one individual under his wing each year, for special treatment." She smiled. It didn't need to be spoken. She was his 'special employee of the year.' Under his wing? Into his bed, more likely. "And what happens after the year is over?" "Well, most of his assistants go back to school, either for their bachelors or advanced degrees. In my case, I've taken a series of night classes and Mr. Hunter coached my personal development. I've applied for law school. Mr. Hunter says he's creating the next generation of employees for the company." Either 'night classes' and "personal development' were sexual euphemisms, or good old Hunter was a died in the wool good guy, helping his direct reports succeed in life and in business. Wow! My respect for the old guy went up 1000%. We got out on our floor. I followed her to the left. We passed a few scattered private secretarial cubicles. In an otherwise vacant stretch of dark wood walls, she pulled a door open, grabbed my tie and pulled me after her. What the heck? We were in some kind of supplies room, with shelves of paper, binders, all of that officey stuff. Her eyes darted from side to side, as if she expected we were under surveillance. Quite possible, since paperclip theft is the number one cause of missed earnings at our firm. "I want to give you a heads-up, before you go in." Too bad it wasn't giving me head, although the room was too narrow for her to kneel down. The width of the room put us very close together. Had we been naked, my cock would have been toying with her pubic mound. As it was, if we both inhaled, our chests would touch. "Mr. Tashun has been in Mr. Hunter's office for almost an hour. Your name keeps coming up." "What are they saying?" And why did she think we needed this heart to heart, or chest-to-chest, chat? "I had to be discreet, so I don't know the details. But Mr. Hunter raised his voice a few times, and that means trouble. Maybe it was the phone call." "Trouble for who? Tashun? Me? What phone call?" I wasn't getting a heads-up. I was getting a headache. "Why are you taking this risk?" "Probably Tashun. Maybe Tashun." She gave me an apologetic look. "Listen, I used to work in the pool downstairs with Dora. We've stayed in touch, after my promotion and even since she's been on maternity leave. She told me how much you helped her, like Mr. Hunter has done for me. Believed in her when she didn't believe in herself. Trusted her. Gave her self-confidence. I thought that maybe if you knew, you'd be better prepared for the meeting." She hadn't told me squat, although being confined with her was good for a mental fantasy I'd be able to use later. "Thanks, uh-" "Lorraine. Lorraine Ryder." I remembered the name. Hold on! This was Lorraine from the secretarial pool? The mousy flat-chested brunette who was afraid of her own shadow and dressed like someone's grandmother? Nooo. Couldn't be. "You've certainly gotten your game together. A lawyer, huh?" "Yes. It's always been a dream." She glanced at her watch. "We'd better go. Mr. Hunter is waiting." One of us had to move first or we'd have front-to-front bodily contact, and then Lorraine would know she'd given me an erection. "After you." I raised my arm, as if I was a gentleman. So Lorraine moved - forward, leaning against me. Her pointy tits drilled my chest. Her hand went to my crotch. Shit, the gig was up, and so was my cock. Her fingers traced the length. "Dora also said you were the best lay she'd ever had. And I can see why." She smiled, turned and exited the storage closet. I adjusted my prick in my pants and followed, although walking behind that swaying, perhaps surgically enhanced, ass did nothing to reduce the bulge. Lorraine handed me a leather folio, which I held in front to conceal my condition. "Keep your mouth shut. Hunter likes to hear his own voice." Loretta whispered just before I stepped into her boss's office. The room was just what I expected. A huge desk, two visitor chairs facing, and a sitting area in the back, with a sofa, a comfy chair and a coffee table filled with those same obsolete tech magazines. Hunter sat behind the huge mahogany desk, the fancy kind with curvy carvings along the top edges and sides. Tashun occupied one of two leather guest chairs. "Well, there he is. Good to see you again, Marcus. Have a seat. You know Dick, of course." Hunter and I had never met before, but one does not correct a senior vice president. "Good to see you too, sir. Again. Hi Dick." I sat down and put the closed folio in my lap. Hunter leaned back in his oversized executive chair. "Dick and I here have been chatting about the status of projects in his department. You up to speed?" "No sir. I don't have that kind of responsibility any more." Shit. Keep your answers short, Lorraine had told me. "Why, that's right. You're no longer a director. Dick, tell me again why Marcus here doesn't have that position." Tashun pulled at his collar. This probably wasn't the first time he'd explained my demotion to Hunter. "Mr. Marcus violated company policy on fraternization, impregnating a co-worker while on a business trip. That was sufficient cause for-" Hunter interrupted. "Did she file a complaint?" "Excuse me?" asked Tashun. "I said, did the female in question - it must have been a female if she got pregnant - did she complain? To you, or anybody else? Officially or unofficially?" Tashun glared at me. "Uh, no. She didn't." "And to be sure of your accusation, you asked her to agree to a paternity test, to confirm that Marcus here is the father. You did ask, didn't you?" "Yes." Tashun was trying to avoid Hunter's stare. "And what were the results?" Hunter tapped a pencil on the leather-framed blotter. "She, uh, she refused the procedure. She said that she and her husband were trying for a baby, even using drugs to promote conception, and that as far as she was concerned, her husband was the father." "So let me get this straight." Hunter glanced at me, and then returned his steely stare towards Tashun. "The female in question, Dora Muniz if I'm not mistaken, got pregnant, made no complaint against Marcus here, told you her husband is the father, and you demoted Marcus anyway. Do I have my facts straight?" "Yes, almost. Ms. Muniz never denied having sex with Marcus." Tashun gripped the arms of his chair, almost lifting himself out of it. "And there was-" "No cause. There were no facts, just supposition." Hunter turned to me. "You see, Marcus, I got an anonymous call. Female, if Lorraine is any judge. Suggested I look into Dick's personnel decisions, the recent ones. Now, normally, I'd just blow off something like that. Some crank trying to make trouble. Maybe even a lady friend of yours. Thing is, projects in Dick here's department are slipping. Blowing dates and budgets. That didn't use to happen. Not when you were running things down there." "No, sir." I was tempted to tell him that I hadn't been running things as a director, merely in charge of a few specific projects. But why spoil his view that I made things work better? "So, I checked with Personnel. Here's their incident file." He held up a manila folder. One sheet of paper fell out. "They never got the corroborating evidence that supported your demotion. Dick here told them, 'It's coming' but it never showed up. It never will, will it, Dick?" Tashun shook his head. "Good, thanks for some belated honesty. Really, Dick, I don't know sometimes. So, now I've got to clean up your mess. And I figure, why screw around with a good thing? Projects got done on time when you were managing them, and they aren't now, so I think you ought to go back to your old position. What do you think about that?" "I like that just fine." I tried not to smile too broadly. "And for your trouble, we'll add in a small bump to your check, to make things right. Not your fault you took a temporary pay cut." It was only temporary because Hunter was reinstating me. "Thank you, sir." I hesitated, but couldn't keep my mouth shut. "And my annual bonus?" Hunter frowned. Had I asked for too much? "Sorry, but those books are closed. Nothing left to allocate." Tashun snorted, and both of us saw a smirk grow on his face. Hunter scratched his chin. "But good old Dick here, as a Division Manager, he gets quarterly bonuses. So, next quarter, if his group is doing good - and I expect it will - I'll give you his bonus. How's that?" Tashun stood up, trying to stand up to his boss. "Clyde, that's not fair." "Life's not fair, Dick. What was done - by you - to Marcus here wasn't fair. I'm just making it fairer. Marcus, you can go. You probably need some time to move back into your office. I'll have Lorraine send out a company email, announcing the organization change. And, I'll have her put the bonus redirection in the tickler file, so I don't forget. Congratulations, and remember, I'm counting on you." He stood and extended his hand, and I shook it with subdued vigor and a firm grip. I avoided eye contact with Tashun, who'd plopped back into his chair. I walked out and winked at Lorraine. Maybe after she took some law classes, she'd be willing to give me some professional advice, like how to get into her panties. I mulled my situation in the elevator ride down to worker- bee level. I was delighted that I'd gotten my old job back, with a bigger salary to boot. But that meant the end of my scattered vacation days. Tashun, and now Hunter, would be on my case, looking for results, results I couldn't achieve if I was bopping off on a whim. How many projects had fallen into disrepair since my demotion? And how many of them would be assigned to me? A cold chill ran down my spine. It would be just like Tashun to dump all of the bad ones in my lap, even without the revenge he'd want from losing his next quarter's bonus. Things were going to be even tenser than before. And what if Tashun's wife Aggie wanted a stiff reward for getting me reinstated? I assumed the female caller was Aggie, or maybe she put daughter Invey up to the deed. Ironic that their call took money out of their family income. I spent the rest of the day reviewing project plans and status reports. Whoever, with the initials JD, had been coordinating most of the projects had deferred everything to vendors. That's a bad mistake. Their motivation is how much they sell, not how well things work when they walk out the door. You get hardware and software from them, but no accountability. And with mixed vendors, you get chaos. My head was pretty fried by the time I got home. I decided that I'd treat myself to a pizza and another look at Nashta, the delivery girl from A Hot Piece. Maybe this time we could have a conversation before she ran away from me. On the phone, the owner was his same, friendly self, almost barking at me. I cleaned up and chose a nice polo shirt and slacks from my closet. Sure enough, the doorbell announced her arrival. I opened the door with a friendly smile, a smile that melted when a pimply boy greeted me. "Your delivery from A Hot Piece?" "Oh yeah, sure." I handed him the cash intended for Nashta. "Where's the girl-" "Nash? She's got the night off. Tell me, why does everybody on this route ask me the same thing?" He must have meant it as a rhetorical question because he didn't wait for an answer, shook his head and jogged back to his car, without even a 'Thanks' for the tip, one he didn't deserve. So much for engaging that mysterious and exotic young lady in conversation on my doorstep. I flipped the box open. The surface of the pizza reminded me of the pimply delivery boy's face. I lost my appetite. The doorbell rang. What was it, didn't I give the kid enough money? There should have been plenty. Instead, Clara stood at my door. "Did you forget our appointment?" Shit! In exchange for Uncle Viktor's photography lessons, I'd promised to fuck her visiting niece. Well, not in so many words. Clara would have said, 'Provide my niece with an extension of her sexual education.' Which in the past boiled down to the same thing: cock in cunt. The only issue was, how would the cajoling be performed? It wasn't like these young ladies came to visit their Aunt Clara, expecting to get laid, probably just the opposite. "Nope. I'm all cleaned up, ready to meet her." I locked up the house. It was best to get my obligation to Clara cared for, because the next day was bowling and Harriett's return. It would be difficult if not impossible to get naked with one of Clara's relatives with Harriett around. Oh, and I couldn't forget about her British assistant. "We'll need to take our time with this one." Clara spoke almost in a whisper as we crossed the street to her house, formerly the Cocksworth's. "She opted out of sex education at her school, despite her parent's urging." "Can a kid do that? Refuse to take a class?" "Evidently, they have a very liberal policy that gives students a lot of freedom." "But with freedom comes responsibility! How does she think she'll survive out in the real world-" "You're preaching to the choir. That's why you're here, remember? To give her a better perspective on sex. She confided in me that she had a recent trauma, but didn't spill the details. Perhaps you can get it out of her. And, if in the process, you have the opportunity to get it in-" "Yes, yes, I have the freedom and responsibility to take advantage of the situation." "Well put." Clara opened the front door, unlocked. The first time I assisted Clara, with her niece Reid, I was manipulated into fucking her. It didn't start out that way, but that's how it climaxed. I expected Clara would act the same way, as the coach. I was just a prop, a tool. Clara turned as we walked into the house. "Her name is Rosemarie, Rose for short." Clara's furniture had antique written all over every piece. Or, they had been gathered at random from second-hand stores. Either way, the pieces were a jumble of styles, wood finishes and fabric patterns. Rose sat, back straight, on the paisley sofa. She was as pretty as the flower she was named for, unblemished skin, pointed chin, in a long solid blue dress that hid her legs. Despite the full-length frock, her thin build and small breasts were obvious. She seemed so young. I held out my arm. "Hello, Rose, I'm -" "Doctor Marcus," blurted Clara. "He lives across the street. I asked him over because I'm worried about you." "Not that again. Did my parents put you up to this?" Rose folded her arms across her insubstantial chest. "Up to what? You told me yourself you're having some mysterious health issues. What kind of aunt would I be if I didn't do something? Don't you agree, Doctor?" "One shouldn't dismiss early warning signs." I wagged a finger at the lovely young lady. Now I was supposed to come up with something relevant to say that eventually would get Rose's clothes off. "You don't look so good." "Thanks a lot." Clara shot me a disapproving glance. Bad line. I wasn't in the mood for this. My mind was still processing all of those contracts, status reports and schedules. I tried to redeem myself. "Don't get me wrong. You're quite pretty. I meant, your face is quite pale. Do you get any exercise?" "I run, almost every day." "I can't believe it. There's almost no color in your face." It turned from beige to red, as she got angry. "I do so. Tell him, Auntie." I remained in role. "There's an easy way to verify your claim. Lift your dress and I'll examine you. That will provide incontrovertible proof." Another lame line, but one that would expose at least a portion of her anatomy. Rose stayed seated, and clamped her legs even tighter, if that was possible. "I will not." "Just past your knees. Nothing obscene, I assure you. Just to check muscle tone. That will tell me if you're a runner or not." Rose looked at Clara, who nodded. Nice to have an accomplice. Rose stood and slowly raised the bottom her dress. I moved behind her. Her calves were well developed, tapering to her knees. "A bit higher. So I can check your thighs." The dress crept towards her panties. Sure enough, her thigh muscles were also toned. Her legs were sculpted, as nice as the leg model I'd gotten frisky with months before (AUTHOR: See ERIN GO BRALESS). Rose dropped the dress. "See, I told you. I run almost every day, and while I'm here, I want to keep it up. Except I don't know where its safe." "Almost anywhere. We live in a good area. Perhaps I could give you some pointers". Eventually, the pointer in my pants. I described a route that neighbor friends had told me about. "Great. Do you run?" "I'm no jogger and never will be. The run just takes you back to the place you started at. Where's the logic in that?" It didn't sound like something a doctor would say, at least any competent doctor. I no longer anticipated sex with Rose. Maybe not even a goodbye kiss. Clara had gone silent, as if she had no plan to strip her niece of her clothes. So, I retained the active role. "Tell me, do you ever suffer from charley horses?" "What are those?" I'd used an archaic term. "You know, muscle cramps?" "Sometimes, if I don't warm up. But I almost always stretch before I run." "That's a good practice. Show me how you warm up, please." Rose glanced at Clara and me. "I'm not dressed for it." I waved my hand in the direction of the foyer. "So go upstairs and put on your running gear. We'll wait." Rose looked pleadingly at her aunt. "Do I have to?" Clara supported me, despite a quizzical expression. "Do what the doctor says." Rose retreated to the staircase in slow motion, as if she was waiting for Clara to change her mind. Finally, Rose was out of sight. "What's with you?" asked Clara. "Aren't you interested in Rose? She's so pretty and vulnerable." Maybe the vulnerable part was holding me back. "I had a long day. A good day but also a bad one. Too hard to explain." "A man can never be too hard." Clara grabbed at my crotch and pressed my cock with her fingers. I pushed her hand away just in time. Footsteps announced Rose's immanent return to the living room. Rose wore a t-shirt with small furry animals printed on the front and blue nylon shorts that had cuts in the sides. I assembled my doctor's authoritarian tone. "All right. Show us how you warm up." Rose took the position, one leg behind in a lunge, the other bent, head up, back straight. After a moment, she switched legs. Nice ass sticking out. "Stay in the lunge, please. I'm just going to check the muscle tone of your calf." "Must you?" "You don't want to pull something tomorrow, do you?" Like my cock from my pants. "Do you ever get cramps, higher up?" Rose's voice wobbled. "What do you mean?" "Around your stomach. Perhaps a bit lower." My hand glided up from her calf to just above her knee. Rose's face blossomed red again. "Sometimes. Why?" "In some patients, cramps are a symptom of a more serious condition. In one case, a patient's cramps were caused by a small tumor. I just need to feel around a bit." My fingers drifted higher, to the back of her thigh. I put my other hand under her t-shirt on her abdomen, avoiding direct contact with her pubis. Rose was unsteady in the lunge, shifting her weight on the bent leg. It was probably cramping up from being in that position so long. "Must you do this here, right now? I mean, can't I come to your office?" I could easily cum in her orifice. "I've sworn an oath to do no harm. This is strictly with your permission, or I'll just go home-" "I'll be here, to make sure nothing bad happens. Okay?" "Can I come out of the lunge? My legs ache." "Certainly." I removed my hands as she stood up, but replaced the one on her stomach immediately after. "Your stomach muscles are very tight. Are you nervous?" "Uh huh." "Perhaps I can check for tumors and massage you at the same time, to relax you." "No! No massage!" Rose pulled away. My hand remained raised, but now empty. Clara brightened. Had I accidentally hit a topic they'd discussed before? One related to sex? "Tell him what you told me." "Aunt Clara, I told you that was private." "He's a doctor, for god's sake. Who better to tell?" I wasn't going to let this opening disappear. "Does a massage have something to do with the cramps in your private region?" Rose faced the carpet. "Sort of. Maybe. Oh, I don't know!" I lowered my voice to a stage whisper. "Talk to me, Rose." She plopped onto the sofa, fingers woven in her lap. "It was last week. After one of our workouts, Coach Adams told me to stay after and offered me a massage." This was going to be good. Her coach came on to her. "Yes?" "Said the star of the team deserved special treatment. I undressed and laid down on one of the training tables, covered by just a towel. She started at my shoulders-" "She?" I asked. "Uh huh." This was a revelation to Clara, given her wide open mouth and dropped jaw. Looked like Clara and I were getting the sordid details simultaneously. "Go on." "Her fingers felt really good, down my back, across my waist. She even did my butt. But then I got a cramp, and told her so." "Where?" I asked. "Near my groin." "It was in your privates, wasn't it?" "Yes. She told me to roll over and spread my legs, so she could see the problem." The coach just wanted a close up view of Rose's pussy. Hell, now so did I. "She leaned in real close, and spread me open. Then she put her face against me and started licking-" "And you didn't expect that, not during a massage. How did it feel?" "I was shocked at first. NO one had ever done anything like that to me before. But then, I don't know, I got this rush, like the adrenaline during a race. It started to feel really good. I just about smothered her, pushing her face tight against my coochie. Was that wrong?" Clara was practically drooling. "Not if you wanted it. Can you show the doctor what happened? I'm sure he'd be glad to play the role of your coach." "Oh no. No offense, but he's a man." "So you'd prefer if your aunt, uh, went down on you?" I asked. Rose glanced at Clara. "Is that what its called? Would you?" Rose looked at me. "And you'll leave, right?" Clara was practically smacking her lips. "No, Doctor Marcus should stay." "Think of this as oral therapy. Why don't you lay here, on the dining room table?" I cleared off the bowl of wax fruit. There was a perpetually stiff banana that I thought might come in handy later, if Clara's tongue got tired and I couldn't get it up. No chance of that. Rose used a chair to mount the table, and then hesitantly slid off her jogging shorts and panties. When she spread her legs, Clara rushed between her niece's thighs, almost a pounce. I was worried that she'd scare Rose, but Rose lay still, waiting for her aunt's tongue attention. Clara's lips were puckered for a vaginal kiss before she got anywhere close to Rose's pussy. Rose's moans and Clara's tongue threshing got me really excited despite a feeling of being excluded. I knew that Clara had targeted her niece's lit when Rose's hips came off the table. "Oh God! What did she do?" "There are some particularly sensitive areas-" "You're telling me!" Rose rubbed her aunt's head, keeping her engaged. This was completely unnecessary, since Clara showed no sign of letting up. "Are you more relaxed?" Rose was ranting, writhing. "Kind of, but more excited too. But I still feel a cramp, a tightening, you know-" "In your vagina?" Rose strained and nodded quickly. "I need to check your, what did you call it, your cootie. I'll be gentle." I moved my hand up towards Rose's vagina, trying to avoid Clara's mouth. She moved slightly, giving me shared access. I probed Rose's vagina with my index finger. Now, I've felt a lot of different pussies, with varying degrees of tightness. But in Rose's case, it was like my finger was probing between two wooden boards that had been nailed together. Intellectually, I knew Rose had a pussy but my finger seemed to drilling a new hole where none had existed before. Rose would make one exceptionally tight fuck, "Mmm. Your vagina is completely tense." My finger was only halfway in. I wiggled it just a bit, to test the flexibility of her vaginal walls. Rose's belly jerked upwards. "Oh God!" Either her cunt was sensitive or Clara had scored another direct hit on Rose's lit. "All of the tension that's creating your cramps is located here. I haven't felt anything unusual." Except a really tight pussy. I pulled my hand free. Clara came up for a breath. Pussy juice dripped around her lips. "Maybe you need to probe deeper?" Clara dove back in, licking and sucking audibly while reaching back and fumbling with my belt buckle. She wanted me to drop my drawers. "Deeper?" Rose was panting, her small chest heaving. "Uh huh." I wanted to get this over with. Just fuck Rose and go home and sleep. All of the project stuff swirled in my brain. Why did Clara and I have to go through this elaborate charade just so I could give Rose a stiff eight- inch education? Clara stepped back and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Rose's pussy was wet and her labia were spread, a warm portal for my prick. I stepped forward and made first contact. Damn, I wonder if Rose is a virgin, and this really is first contact? Rose raised her head. "What are you doing?" "Preparing to probe." The head of my cock nestled between the bloated cunt lips. Her eyes went wide. "With your penis? No way!" "It's for your own good. I'll be able to detect-" "I said no!" She kicked her leg over my head, rolled off the table and ran for the safety of the second floor. Her ass barely jiggled. I stood there, pants around my ankles, penis at attention. "I'll go up and talk to her," said Clara. "Never mind. I won't be a party to rape. Consensual only." Besides, I was mentally exhausted. Clara came along side and palmed my cock. "You have plans for that thing?" My prick pulsed at her touch. "It's so fat. Shame to waste it." Clara fell to her knees and put her vagina-moistened lips around the head. "Hmmm." The hum was unbearable. I drove my hips forward as Clara licked my cock. When she fondled my scrotum, I shot my load. Clara gargled my cum, then swallowed and exhaled an "Ahhhh." I tucked my defaulted penis into my jockeys and pulled up my pants. "We tried." Clara stood up and straightened her dress. "I'll convince her to see you and continue the examination-" I'd gone soft, and was sure that even the promise of a tight pussy like Rose's wouldn't get me hard again. At least, not that night. "I don't expect it'll do any good. For whatever reason, she's prick shy. And Harriett is back tomorrow. It'll be even harder to get away-" "It's even harder right now." She gave my cock a few short strokes. Damn, I was erect again. How did that happen? "If you need another release, we can sneak off to the basement. I've got an old sofa down there, left over from the previous owner." Ah yes, the couch I'd fucked the Cockworth girls on. "No thanks." I repositioned my penis into my pants. "Maybe some other time. Tell Rose I meant no harm." Clara escorted me to the front door and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After she closed the door behind me, I paused outside on Clara's porch. At least I'd paid my debt. Instead of merely a voyeur, Clara got frisky with me herself. And, she couldn't hold me responsible for Rose's refusal, could she? When I got home, my stomach growled in protest to no dinner. I snuck a slice of cold pizza from the fridge and munched on it as I walked upstairs to get my last good night of sleep before the Harriett and British invasion. *** (to be continued) ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback, because that's the only way I know you've read my stories. Did the story turn out the way you expected? What do you think of Clara and the way she treats Mr. Marcus? What would you like to have happen next? Send me an email at harveymarcus9@comcast.net. Copyright (c) 2010, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.