Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Takin' it to the Banks Part: 1 of 6 Universe: Second Best Summary: A woman's libido is reawakened by her daughter's antics, and desperation finds an outlet. Keywords: MF Keywords for full story: MF mf 1st oral Takin' it to the Banks Copyright © 2004 The Thinking Horndog Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must include this note and the author's email address. Don’t be caught attempting to make a buck off me! Warnings and disclaimers: This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you’re not into graphic depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you’re too young to be legally reading this, move along! This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form solely in the writer’s imagination. You get the idea. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 Marion Banks was miserable. She was suffering constantly under an exquisite torture, for which she saw no end in sight. And like all of the best tortures, it was at least partially self-inflicted. All of the best tortures have a component of active choice by the victim, wherein he or she consciously selects the lesser of two evils, many times thoroughly cognizant of the fact that it will be impossible to sustain. Such was Marion's current dilemma... Marion was thirty seven, with dirty blonde hair, and a narrow five foot six inch frame knitted together with whipcord muscles. Her lean and rangy build was anathema to her; it had denied her the attention of men and boys all her life. Her musculature was smooth and efficient, and she was stronger and more ruggedly capable than most, but the downside was that the flow and attachment points were almost simian in structure. Marion didn't look like an ape, by any means, but she didn't look particularly girlish, either. Conspicuously missing in Marion were the wide hips and softly padded derriere usually found on the female of the species, and - worse - also lacking was the soft cushy protuberances that SHOULD have been on her chest, acting as an attractor for males! What Marion possessed instead were a pair of nipples that, when she was aroused, approached an inch and a half's worth of spiky erection, but usually were just a darker area atop the basically flat, english muffin-sized little fat pads that were anchored solidly on her chest in lieu of a more robust, movable mass of breast tissue. Marion didn't need a bra - three and a half decades into her life, with her only child approaching physical maturity, Marion's breasts sagged not at all - there was too little of them to develop much of a wiggle. All in all, Marion's build was distinctly boyish - not anything particularly appetizing if you WERE a boy! Marion's facial features, which should have helped, didn't. Her hair, which was a nondescript dark blonde that shaded to brown, tended toward thinness and was thoroughly lank. Given its nature, it wasn't much of a frame for a set of features that was entirely too strong to be considered classically beautiful. Marion's brown eyes were set deep above high cheekbones, the shelves of which made the taut skin of her cheeks where it flowed to her strong, lantern jaw look especially gaunt. A supermodel would have probably killed for those cheeks, but Marion had discovered early that she couldn't wear makeup; techniques designed to make softer, rounder faces with nascent double chins below receding jaw lines look thinner and more defined made her already sharp bone structure look skeletal - and she'd never entered the orbit of anyone who knew how to deal with too much perfection... Basically, the elements of her physical appearance conspired to make an athletic girl who objectively had NOTHING wrong with her appear low enough on the totem pole to be totally ignored. Fat girls at least had tits - and almost EVERYBODY carried more weight that Marion! Guys instinctively looked for some variant on a rounded hourglass curve in their fantasy girls, something Marion's spare build caused her to totally lack. High school had been one disappointment after another, and by the time she reached college, all of her friends basically assumed she was a lesbian. Nothing could have been further from the truth! Young Marion spent every waking hour drooling hopelessly over this hunk or that, waiting and hoping for that big moment when one of them would notice her long enough to populate her bed and treat that incredible itch she had between her legs. But college was worse than high school, and there just seemed to be no one... In desperation, Marion began hanging out in the bars at night, finding herself ‘way too sober, waiting on the sidelines for the truly drunk and truly desperate to select her from among the other wallflowers at closing time. In such an environment, it was inevitable that she should collect SOMEONE, and just as inevitable that he be a loser... Ed Banks' roving eye had proven too much for his prey selected earlier in the evening, and as closing time approached, he realized suddenly that if he was going to bury himself in something warm and wet, he'd better pay less attention to drinking and more to his banter. Looking around somewhat blearily, he discovered that the cream of the crop had already departed the dance club, and as the time closed on two a.m., things weren't going to get any better. Ed got up and went to the Men's Room to wash his face, comb, and generally get presentable, although the visible talent didn't really rate the effort. Still, if there WERE any miracles to be had, he didn't want to put himself out of the running... Leaving the men's room, he conducted a scan of the playing field. The results weren't anything impressive; given the mass of heavy chicks clustered along the walls, it was a wonder the dance floor didn't bow up in the middle. Grinning sardonically at THAT little gem of a thought, he began a patrol of the leftovers, orbiting clockwise around the floor just out of reach of the remaining denizens. Ed carefully maintained his attention to the front, so that those he had decided to avoid assumed that his date was a bit farther on and weren't tempted to do anything too desperate - and the resulting viewing angle almost caused him to miss the jackpot! There, tucked between two elephants, was a mouse! Well, it wasn't as if she was tiny or anything (except in comparison with her neighbors), but the mousy-looking blonde was pretty scrawny - which made her stand out in THIS crowd! If there had been a REAL woman present, the bony, flat-chested slip wouldn't have had a chance, but it was late, and Ed was drunk - he'd pad her with pillows or something. Better that than only getting the last two inches of his cock into some fat pussy while he tried to muscle his way between her flabby thighs! Ed sidled up and unlimbered a small dab of his considerable greasy charm, "Hi, Darlin'! Can I buy you a drink?" Marion, who at this point was barely nineteen and drinking on bogus ID, was caught flat-footed! The only reason she was still here was that it was Friday and it was too damned late to try anywhere else! She'd given up over an hour before, concentrating on getting a snoot full so that when she and Big Felicia shared their cab home, she'd be too blitzed to get all weepy until she woke up tomorrow in her dorm room, alone again. "Ummm, 'kay!" Who was this guy? Hadn't he been chatting up that foxy redhead over by the bar? (Actually, Ed had, but he'd been visibly distracted one time too many by the muscular thighs of a little brunette who HAD a date, and Red had sent him on his way...) Ed smiled engagingly and asked, "What'cha want? Rum and Coke?" eyeing Marion's glass. At her surprised nod, he remonstrated, "Don't run off, now! I'll be right back!" and surged somewhat unsteadily toward the bar. Huh! THAT was unlikely! Marion was finally waving her bait in front of a live one! If this guy passed out on the way to the bar, she'd go over and lay down on the floor next to him, hoping for confusion when he awakened! Ed's brash good looks had taken Marion in instantly; okay, so, he was a little lit - if it meant she could sneak in behind the prime stuff, so be it! These thoughts were writ large on her face when Big Felicia smirked and announced, "Well, I guess YOU get the lightning bolt tonight!" Marion blushed, but she was too muzzy for sharp repartee. "LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL!!" blasted from the PA as Ed turned from the bar, and he grinned like a shark. There'd be no pussyfooting around now! There was no time to be coy; if the little cunt wanted her snatch filled, she'd have to prove pliant, right away! Otherwise, he could always settle for one of the big bitches flanking her... Ed needn't have worried. His mildly perplexed, "Gee, time sure flies..." had Marion falling all over herself in agreement and suffering his immediate casual pawing without the slightest defensive reaction. When it became apparent that there would be no complaints forthcoming, Ed grinned to himself and proceeded to give Marion an outrageously thorough feeling-up, his attacks getting braver and braver until he was literally cupping Marion's pudenda while mentally lamenting her lack of an effective bust. Ah, well, it was only a one-nighter, after all... Big Felicia was scandalized, but Marion was in Heaven! Nobody had ever bothered to go looking for her tits, never mind put his hands in her crotch! Marion was soaking wet - Ed could have laid her on the floor and taken her right there! Ed was deeply surprised! He couldn't ever remember getting pussy THIS easily! The scrawny little bitch actually spread her legs so he could feel her up! Okay, so she didn't have any tits - there was definitely one soaking wet pussy there, and it wouldn't be hard to hit! Ed was too drunk and excited to be subtle, "Uh, hey, Sweet Thang, can we go to your place?" Big Felicia rolled her eyes, but Marion nodded, hers wide, and forced out, "Uh huh!" Ten minutes later, the three of them were squeezed into the back of a cab headed for Marion's dorm, Big Felicia providing Marion with an excuse to perch on Ed's lap. Both Ed and Marion were drifting in and out from alcohol poisoning, but when Marion was lucid, she was intensely happy, feeling the hard bulge of Ed's cock outlined in his pants under her spare butt. The jounce and sway of the cab got the better of Marion, and the first thing she did on arrival at the dorm was to lean out of the cab door and empty out all of that excess alcohol into the gutter. But that was okay, anyway; the episode left her feeling better - once she had unloaded, the nausea went away and stayed gone. Ed managed to keep his gorge through a combination of experience and heightened tolerance, and Big Felicia managed to use the episode as an excuse to mother-hen Marion. Once sequestered in the bathroom the pair shared, Big Felicia handed Marion a glass of water to rinse her mouth out with while remonstrating, "Honey, you can't just throw yourself at a boy like that! You'll NEVER keep him!" But Marion figured that it was too late to start pretending to be ambivalent - Ed had been sliding sticky fingers along the gusset of her pantyhose for a half hour already! In fact... Marion bent and began divesting herself of her nylons - they were just too obdurate! Marion didn't want Ed getting sleepy and giving up because he couldn't get through them! Was that right? Yeah - his name was Ed; Felicia had asked him while they were in the cab riding home. He'd been all over Marion like a coat of paint, and she hadn’t even asked his name! Marion shook off recriminations; she'd be a thorough slut if that's what it took to feel that cock... Ed, drifting around the room bereft of inputs, was getting sleepy. When Marion emerged from the bathroom, she took one look at him, divined his flagging state, and immediately started finding ways to put him in contact with bare skin. "Can you help me with my top?" she asked, in a thoroughly transparent attempt to be demure. She turned her back to him and Ed stepped up and began lifting her top by sliding his hands up her sides, snagging the draped fabric on his forearms as he continued to slide his hands upward along her upraised arms. It was enough to re-engage him; when she turned and offered her lips, he was ready, if a bit leery. "It's okay," Marion husked, "I rinsed out..." and the pair moved on to French kissing, new territory for Marion. Ed was back and forth about his catch. 'Geez,' he thought, 'No fuckin' tits at all!' But she had nice, stiff nips, though, so what the Hell? His inventory of her ribcage had him grimacing at how bony she was, but she was flexible, and she had a three-finger gap between her thighs with nothing but gash in it - that had to count for SOMETHING! That gash was fully exposed to his hand, too - he had a palm full of curly muff and two wet fingers playing with her inner lips. Marion's jean skirt hit the floor during this exercise, and Ed stepped back to examine his prize. Christ! If it weren't for the fur on her snatch, she could be twelve! "How old ARE you, Sweet Thang?" Ed had no idea what her name was - Hell, maybe he could get out the door in the morning without finding out! Marion looked nervous. "I'm over eighteen..." "Whew! Hard to tell!" Momentary worries handled, Ed dove back in. He was in a hurry; he was pretty drunk, so athletics were out. So was romance. The sooner he got his cock in and drained, the sooner he could get a nap... He backed the little slip toward her bed (a place that Marion was all too willing to go), and when contact with her knees caused her to sit on it, he reached for his belt. "Gimme a hand, here. You ever suck cock?" Of course she had! No piece THIS anxious to get pronged wouldn't have... Marion, working at Ed's zipper, maintained her silence. Frankly, she HADN'T - she'd only seen it done in a couple of pornos that some of the wilder senior girls had put up in the lounge one Saturday. She'd rubbed her clit for hours after that - until Big Felicia had taken pity on her and shown her her vibrator... Between them, they managed to get Ed's jeans to his ankles. He'd kicked off his loafers early on; Marion sat transfixed by the bulge in his boxers while he kicked his feet clear. "C'mon Sweet Thang, don't stop now!" Ed pressed, and laid his hands on her shoulders while Marion nerved herself, reached out, and exposed her first real cock. To be fair, Ed wasn't exactly gifted. Like so many with the gift of gab, his bark was bigger than his bite. His penis wasn't embarrassing or anything, merely decidedly average, if not a bit less. Not quite fully erect due to the booze, his uncircumcised length floated in at just under five inches, the still mostly-covered head weeping pre-cum from his excitement. It was moving - slowly growing, the head slowly uncovering itself like a turtle, even as she watched. It didn't seem to be as big as the ones in the pornos - but then they always did photography tricks in those things, Marion mused, as she gazed at it, rapt. Ed started to get concerned - she was just lookin' at it! "Somethin' wrong?" he asked, reaching down to grasp it at the base and turn it this way and that. If that little latina bitch gave him a bruise or something last night... "Oh! Sorry! I was just taking it in..." Marion glanced up anxiously. "Well, take it in!" Ed erupted, exasperated, wrapping a hand behind Marion's head. Marion wasn't reluctant, so much as hesitant. Long, cool fingers replaced Ed's at the base of his shaft, and a tentative tongue reached out... 'Hmmm. Musky,' Marion thought, as she absorbed her first taste of pre-cum. Meanwhile, her left hand came up to get a feel of the unusually textured skin at Ed's scrotum. Marion moved in and engaged the tip with her ovalled lips, whipping her tongue around the ring where the expose area of the tip disappeared under the foreskin. "Aaaaahhhh!" Ed let go - obviously Scrawny Thang didn't need any more encouragement. Marion didn't, either. She rolled her lips over the head of Ed's cock and began taking in the shaft while gently fingering the soft pouch covering his balls. Ed's knees weakened while his cock sized up a half inch and got rigid, the glans nearly clearing the foreskin. Heavenly! Scrawny Thang appeared to know her business! Little did Ed know - Marion was working purely on instinct and limited exposure to porn flicks! Still, there were some obvious things to do... Ed's unconscious reactions told her that the area where the head met the shaft was sensitive, especially at the bottom, so she ensured that it got tongue action. Ed didn't seem to be long enough for 'Deep Throat' - she could bury her nose in his pubes without it becoming an issue. Maybe that was just another fairy tale? Ed reached down and took a stiff nipple between his fingers, rolling it, and Marion added a little whining "Umph" around his cock to each in- stroke. Marion decided that she was enjoying the whole thing; the flavor wasn't bad, especially after she'd absorbed the initial sweaty musk. The dribbles leaking from the tip made kind of a savory sauce; she didn't think they were semen. Lubricant, maybe? Like the stuff leaking down her legs? Just as she began to wonder if he was going to cum in her mouth (or squirt on her face - that's what they did in the movies), Ed pushed her back onto the bed. "Time for the main course!" he announced, driving her back onto the mattress by knee-walking up between her knees as she slid back. Marion flopped down. Was Ed going to eat her pussy now? The answer was 'No'. Ed was intent upon getting his. Her pussy was wet, and she was more than willing - he didn't see any reason for any draining preliminaries. Birth control didn't come up as an issue, either; Ed just knelt up, rubbed the head of his erect five and a half incher between Marion's wet inner lips and drove it home! "Uuuuhhhh!" Marion had a hymen in there! Ed, however, didn't notice - he just figured she was unusually tight. He went straight to stroking, blissfully unaware that the wash of wetness he felt was blood, not Marion's lubricating secretions. Marion's eyes watered - damn, that hurt! He could have taken it a little easy! But Marion's indignation fetched up short against the realization that virginity hadn't been discussed; Ed undoubtedly figured she was experienced. Certainly, she'd been acting like an easy lay... Even in extremis, Marion had done nothing to slow or stop Ed's progress, so his matter-of-fact "You'll loosen up, I ain't THAT big!" found her already doing so. Ed didn't give a shit, anyway. He was giving the empty-headed little twat what she wanted, after all - and HE wanted her to feel tight! She was, too! Scrawny little bitch was SERIOUSLY tight! He forced his way in and out, reveling in the velvet grip. Every stroke got easier - for both of them. For Ed, it was merely less effort to drive himself into Marion's clasping tunnel, but for Marion, each stroke was more comfortable and less painful, until pleasure eclipsed pain. This was a LOT better than Big Felicia's vibrator! Different, too! Unnoticed, Marion started making a little "Ummm" every time Ed banged her pelvis and her hips started to move. Ed grinned to himself; the little bitch was getting into it, finally! Damn good thing, too! Ed didn't know how long he was gonna last! In fact... Ed's orgasm and Marion's were totally unrelated, despite the fact that they arrived there simultaneously. Just as Marion's senses whited out in a wash of stars, Ed went "Ooomph!" and drove himself deep into her cavity, blasting away. Marion slowly surfaced after an immersion in joy that certainly beat vibrators, to hear Ed mutter thickly, "Okay if I crash here tonight?" Post- coital lassitude and alcohol had combined to incapacitate him, and the utterance was all he got out before unconsciousness claimed him. Before Marion could formulate a reply, he was snoring, boneless, atop her. Marion decided that the situation wasn't so bad, anyway - she could use a dose of the kind of notoriety that letting a man out of her room in broad daylight would generate - and composed herself for sleep. Morning found Ed's hangover well along. He struggled up in bed, head pounding, a wash of red sweeping over his eyes - some of which didn't go away! There were bloodstains all around Scrawny Thang's pussy, and, upon examination, the base of his cock! Nudging her (she was already stretching, awakened as he surged up), he grunted, "Damn, Sweet Thang! You on the rag or something?" "Um, no," Marion replied, "I am - was - a virgin..." "Uhhh," Ed tried to cudgel his brain to work. God, his head hurt! Too much booze. Had she said what he THOUGHT she'd said? "You were cherry?" "Yes..." The answer was diffident; Marion's first take on his mood said he wasn't happy. He probably thought she was up to something. Ed's mind was elsewhere, however. He'd never taken a cherry before, but he knew it wasn't always pleasant for the girl. And since he couldn't actually remember fucking her, undoubtedly, he'd screwed it up... "Shit, I'm sorry, Sweet Thang, I didn't realize. How bad did I fuck it up?" Sober, he knew a heel when he saw one in the mirror. "Well, it hurt, but it got better... I got a cum..." Marion related, still diffident. 'Yeah, right!' Ed thought. 'Sweet of her to say that to make me feel better...' "Well, I'm sure I could have done better - and you deserve it. Let me go to the bathroom and put my head back on straight, and I'll see if I can't make it up to you. Got any aspirin?" "Sure." Marion got up, nude, and went to her desk; neither she nor Felicia kept their pharmaceuticals in the shared bath. Ed eyed her spare form from the rear; funny how her calves seemed to attach to her knees along the outside... Big hands and feet, too. Ed liked his women with a bit more meat on them - although Big Felicia was beyond the other side of his preferred range. Ah, well... Basically, Ed's ego wouldn't let him leave Marion with the poor showing that he was SURE he'd made - it was poisoning the well for others, if nothing else. He took the pills and staggered into the bath for a piss and a drink of water. Ed washed the aspirin down with a full tumbler of water; familiarity with the effects of alcohol left him with no doubt that he was dehydrated. The shower looked too good to pass up - the idea of warm water flowing over his pounding head held real appeal. He turned on the water and was standing there waiting for it to heat up when Big Felicia wandered in, detected him, blinked, and wandered back out. Seeing her somewhat mussed nightie reminded him that he had a somewhat mussed female to deal with. He stepped out the connecting door and addressed Marion, "I need a shower - the water will help my head. Why don't you join me? Last night was unusually messy..." This reference to her pink and post-coital state embarrassed Marion somewhat and she blushed, but moved ahead of Ed into the bath and thence into the shower. "Um, why don't I wash you?" she asked, catching up the soap. "That way, you can just stand still with your head under the water..." "Good idea." Ed was still hurting so bad that sex play in the shower didn't occur to him - at least, not immediately. But Marion gave herself totally to the effort of exploring a man from head to foot, using soap and water as an excuse. Ed just stood there, letting her work down the back side, raising his arms and picking up his feet as her efforts required, an automaton. At her urging, he rotated, and let her do the front. Opening his eyes as she worked her way below his waist and began gently working at his cock and scrotum with a soapy hand and a washcloth, he mused distantly, 'This ain't bad... Big hands, though.' His cock reacted to the attention, which made it easier to clean, but she wasn't pushing him - she moved on and he never got beyond half-hard. Still, she watched the process, fascinated, while pretending not to, marveling as it thickened and rose from its flaccid state, then slowly returned to it. Twenty minutes went by, and Ed slowly started to feel human, while Marion slowly began to feel euphoric. This was the longest and most thorough exploration of a male body she'd ever conducted - by orders of magnitude - and it was a real thrill! The fact that Ed's cock had failed to maintain an erection was somewhat of a disappointment, but his obvious suffering explained that issue more than adequately. He seemed to be relaxing, though... Quickly, she gave herself a wash, wishing that Ed had seen fit to return the favor - but Ed was still hogging the shower head. When he became aware that Marion was soapy and he was in the way, he sighed and stepped around her and out of the shower, snatching a towel from the rack. Marion's musings were interrupted by a tap on the door and Big Felicia announcing, "It's been twenty minutes, and I have to pee! If you don't step it up, I'm just gonna have to come in..." Marion squeaked, "Just a minute!" and, wondering slightly at the grunt of surprise from the far side of the door, shut off the water. Stepping out, she retrieved her towel, discovering that Ed was working Big Felicia's towel over his body - something likely to cause disaffection in her roommate if she discovered it. 'Oh, well,' she sighed to herself, shrugging, 'I’ll offer to wash it...' Ed made for the door, still working the towel, and she followed, shouting, "Okay!" as she closed the door behind her. Listening, she could hear Big Felicia grumbling as she occupied the bathroom, so she turned her attention to Ed; she could mend fences later. "Here, let me get your back," she offered, coming forward and taking the towel from Ed. The attention that she gave to the effort told Ed how transparent the offer actually was; Marion gently covered every square inch of Ed's back, working around to the sides, before kneeling behind him and starting work on his ass and legs. Ed's recovery allowed him to enjoy the attention, which brought about the reaction Marion was looking for as she gently worked the towel along his inner thighs and began enveloping his scrotum in terrycloth. Ed spread his legs a bit and allowed her to work, his cock stiffening visibly. When it became apparent that she was looking for an excuse, Ed murmured, "Why don't you finish up around front?" Marion started her front-side drying with the tops of Ed's feet, but her eyes only left his slowly extending erection to see where his eyes were roving. Ed, for his part, was reveling in the unaccustomed TLC. Watching Marion regard his growing cock, cross-eyed, he mused to himself, 'With a little training, Scrawny Thang, here, could make someone a passable slut!' Certainly, she seemed to be motivated... When Marion reached the point of using the towel on his shaft, Ed hissed and announced, "That's too rough, Sweet Thang - why don't you...?" There was a question in Marion's eyes when they met his, but the twinkle she found there answered it. She dropped the towel to puddle at Ed's feet, and smiling, enveloped his swollen glans with her lips. Ed hissed in pleasure. "Are you sure you've never given head before?" he inquired. "Umh hum," Marion averred without removing her mouth, and the hum went straight to Ed's core. "Well, you're a natural, then!" Ed swore. In fact, there was no way her was going to last long enough to do a god job after the stimulation, so... Reaching down, he grasped the stiff, spiky points of Marion's upthrust nipples and announced, "Things are going TOO well, so I'm gonna have you drink this load. Then I'll give you a mustache ride while I recover, and I'll be able to do a decent job for the main course." Ed wasn't asking, but his fingers rubbing the dark coral berries of her nipples were Heavenly, shooting sparks toward the fire smoldering below her waist, and Marion moaned around Ed's cock, "Uhhhmmmm..." This hastened Ed's impending orgasm, and he brought his right hand up and buried it in the merely towel-dry hair at the nape of Marion's neck, using a gentle grip to guide her efforts to maximize his pleasure. Marion surrendered to his control, not even thinking about resistance as he urged her to go deep, then work his glans on the outstroke. A half-dozen of those controlled strokes, and Ed lost it, pulling Marion deep while his cock surged and fired its first blast of semen. Marion half-choked on the sticky flood before Ed relaxed his grip and allowed her to back off and take the succeeding three pulses. Spitting wasn't an option; Marion took too much, too fast - besides, Ed hadn't let go. The taste wasn't that impressive, but she wasn't going to die from it, either; Marion swallowed the load and went to work to ensure Ed was clean, providing that wonderful post-ejaculation stimulation to his over-sensitive cock without even realizing what she was accomplishing. In fact, she went a bit too far, making it necessary for Ed to withdraw to escape the intense sensations. Drawing her up by placing his hands under her armpits, he pushed her back onto the bed, announcing, "Okay, Sweet Thang, it's time to munch a little furburger! Spread 'em!" Ed didn't give Marion any option in the matter, immediately pinning her knees to her shoulders, but Marion was in no mood to argue, anyway. Ed found himself examining a long gash with loose inner lips featuring an additional dime-sized protrusion tailor-made to be grasped between the thumb and forefinger and used to pull them wide open. The bright coral channel between them led up to a small pink bud peeking out from under a pretty good-sized clitoral hood and thence to a sparse growth of dirty-blonde pubic hair. Below, a tight pink asshole winked at him. Ed went to work, and the results were immediately gratifying. Perhaps due to her presumed lesbian leanings, Marion had avoided any such contact - which meant that Ed's was the first tongue to explore her femininity. Very little tongue work had her inner lips retracted in invitation, and the first contact with her clitoris caused Marion to gasp and thrash at the flash and sizzle of sensation. Almost immediately, blood stiffened her clitoris, taking it from merely visible to an almost pinky-tip sized nub of protruding stiffness. Ed lowered his lips over it, and Marion came apart, gasping and thrashing and rolling her eyes as a cascade enveloped her. Ed began to wonder if he was going to be ready, given what had gone before... "Omigod!" Marion moaned, "I can't take it direct like that..." Ed throttled back, working his tongue outside the clitoral hood, and occasionally twirling his tongue around her vaginal opening while Marion moaned and gasped, her head snapping back and forth as she reacted to the mixed imperatives of the assault. She never really came down from the flash of the first contact, and it was only about a minute before she began to surge rhythmically while her inner muscles pulsed and a million stars danced before her eyes. Ed grinned and drove his tongue into her opening, giving her vaginal canal something to suck on. When Marion relaxed, Ed went back to work, driving her toward a second, stronger orgasm, based less on surprise and more on sensation. Marion was in Heaven! Her nipples hurt, they were so hard, and that magic tongue was everywhere, drubbing her hard little nub and driving her crazy with flicks to her lips and the occasional drive into her depths. Unconsciously, she buried both hands in Ed's hair and started to maneuver him to the choicer locations, which worked for a couple of minutes, but backfired when she totally lost control and began crushing his face to her. Ed wrestled himself loose and finished her second orgasm the way he'd begun the drive to her first: sucking in her clit and working it between his lips! Marion bit her hand to contain her scream as she arched and hung there, riding the wave. All this activity had been effective; Ed had a nice, solid erection, so he decided the time was ripe to put it to use. Marion's channel was still pulsating from the aftershocks of her orgasm when Ed pushed her further onto the bed, knelt up and started penetration. Ed discovered for the second time just how tight Marion was, as he nosed aside her fleshy walls and felt their warm wet clasp around his cock. He could feel the gentle surges, especially around the ring of muscle at her entrance. Jeezus, she was tight! Ed nodded to himself; yeah, he'd taken a cherry, all right! Marion, caught as she was in the aftershocks, wasn't coming down! The discomfort from the remains of her torn hymen and the soreness of her stretching were submerged in the delicious feeling of the probe sliding into her depths, finding nerves that had not been titillated before, except in that brief bout they'd had last night while both of them had been drunk. When Ed's pubic bone fetched up against Marion's, she was already starting to chase another orgasm. Ed worked himself in and out, marveling at the resistance he was getting, both ways, but slowly bringing up the pace as Marion's channel conformed to the size and shape of its fleshy intruder. This didn't take more than a minute; Ed wasn't that huge - if anything, he was a bit small - so Marion wasn't REALLY challenged. Once settled in, Ed set a brisk pace, watching his partner's reactions; he was worried that there just weren't enough materials available for him to shoot again, given his state and all of his recent activity, but he might want another piece or two of this, so it was worth the investment to ensure she was happy. Ed was already pleased; 'dead lay' obviously did NOT describe Scrawny Thang (he really HAD to discover her name...)! Marion's hips were rolling, and she was meeting him energetically, stroke for stroke, eyes bright, giving a little "Umm" each time Ed's pubic bone pounded into hers. Ed enjoyed the show; his lack of urgency allowed him to concentrate upon her reactions, watching as she became more and more agitated, then her eyes went glassy and she attempted to drive herself against him faster than was actually humanly possible, looking for that trigger point, conscious thought having fled. Ed sped up to match her and she topped out, her movements going erratic as she pulsed and twitched, surging, only managing a breathless, "Ooooooohhhhhhh" through constricted lungs. 'Seemed awful easy,' Ed mused, 'Maybe she DID get a cum last night!' Having successfully delivered on his promise, Ed went looking for his own satisfaction - but it wasn't going to be quick! He was petty much drained by recent events, so while he was having no problem enjoying Marion's tight quim, that final orgasm was elusive. Ed sped up and slowed down, alternated short and long strokes, and when Marion showed signs of rising to another orgasm, delivered a serious pounding that she met, stroke for stroke, whining and shuddering as a third orgasm ripped through her. Marion's expectations had been exceeded long since: Ed's TONGUE had done THAT! His COCK had brought her to bliss TWICE, sparking a fire in her vagina, then stoking those flames until she couldn't hold still, but had to throw herself against him, driving herself toward those explosive peaks that left her drifting, out of all control. Her third orgasm had left her wasted, unable to control her arms and legs, for a period of time that she was unable to really quantify - but Ed had continued to stroke, stimulating her clitoris and vaginal walls and bringing on a renewed urgency, a drive to again chase that elusive explosion of incredible sensation. So when Ed, noticing her return to control and response, directed, "I want to do something different. Get up on your hands and knees, and we'll do doggy style," Marion rolled over and knelt up without question or argument. Ed pushed down on the middle of her back, and Marion obediently dropped her head. Ed found his angle and re- inserted his cock, then, grasping her narrow hips, he instituted another driving attack. Ed loved doggy style. The feel of Marion's pubic bone rubbing along the underside of his cock was just the thing - in no time, he could feel that change in sensation that announced he was on the road to orgasm. Sighing in pleasure, he started shifting and changing his angle of attack and making other moves designed to provide new sensations on a regular cycle. It was HIS time to have fun, By God! But the fact that he was chasing his own pleasure didn't mean Ed was shorting Marion! The new depth and the slap of Ed's scrotum against her clitoris brought a different dimension to Marion's pleasure, and in no time, she was driving her hips back to meet Ed's strokes, panting and grunting at the impacts of his hips on her narrow ass. Ed's gyrations just found new surfaces to tickle in Marion, inside and out; Marion learned that her job was to provide a predictable motion for Ed to harmonize with. Since this was simple, even natural, and it allowed her to concentrate on her enjoyment of their coupling, Marion did so, and let Ed innovate, settling on a steady hunch and drive motion of her hips that rubbed his scrotum on her clitoral hood as his hips struck her ass cheeks. Ed's hands on her hips told her where he wanted her to be, and Marion accommodated him almost mindlessly as the bubble of her fourth orgasm of the morning swelled inside her. The urgency rose in Ed, and he felt the first tickles of his cock preparing to explode, the pressure beginning to grow in him. Sensing success, he began seriously driving - and Marion, under the additional impetus, beat him to the draw! Literally screaming her joy, she dropped her upper torso flat on the bed and forced her ass up, arching rigidly, providing an absolutely stable platform for Ed to slam into for his last few strokes while her inner muscles spasmed and quivered. This brought Ed off almost immediately, Marion's grasping tunnel providing a jet assist to his arousal. Ed wheezed, "Jeezus!" and ground his pulsing rod into Marion's gripping tunnel. From a semen delivery standpoint, the cum wasn't much, but it was 'way up the scale for pleasure. Ed draped himself over Marion's quivering body and surrendered himself to it, all but drooling on the base of her neck. He reveled in it for a bit, enjoying the miniature pulsations of the aftershocks, until he sensed imminent collapse in Marion. An expert practitioner of the four F's, Ed knew that this was the easiest time to disengage, and he proceeded to do so. Glancing at his watch, he exclaimed, "Jeez! I gotta be at work in an hour!" After sliding into his jeans, he fished a small black- bound pad out of his jacket, "Wanna give me your number so I can call you?" While a still somewhat dazed Marion scratched her name and number on the pad, Ed reflected wryly on the fact that the tactic was always the same, even though the strategies might be different: In a Type I extraction, you asked the bitch for her number in order to keep her tractable, lulling her with a false sense of accomplishment that helped to cover your escape; the phone number went in the trash as soon as you were clear. This, however, was a Type II extraction; Scrawny Thang had proven to be a more than decent fuck, and a return engagement might well be warranted - therefore the request for a phone number was more or less sincere. Sliding on his jacket, Ed leaned down and took the pad, kissed Marion on the forehead, and announced, "Gotta run! I'll call you!" as he hit the door. Marion straightened out her legs and stretched out prone, hugging her pillow and enjoying the aftermath. She was sore, but it was GOOD, sore, like after a workout. Felicia stuck her head in the door, and opined, "You know, you'll never see him again. He's just a sperm vendor." Marion frowned. It would have been nice if Felicia had let her enjoy the fantasy for a while... "Well, he did a good job, and I'm grateful. Of course, now I'm addicted, and it's going to be that much worse, doing without..." Felicia nodded in sympathy; odd how SHE had that satiated look, too... Ed, having just called a cab to pick him up from the restaurant up the street, sat drinking coffee and whistling. He fished out the pad of paper and examined his erstwhile date's scrawl. "Marion, huh?" It was the first inkling he had of what her name was... Several days passed, and while Marion didn't forget Ed, she shelved him. Friday night came again, and Marion went out with Felicia. But it was a normal Friday night; Marion and Felicia both came home alone, and Ed had been nowhere in sight at the club (not surprising; Ed rotated his watering holes - predictability made it too easy for him to be tracked down by some cum- dumpster he'd used in an emergency who had designs on him...). But Ed had had a poor Friday night, too, and Marion's number was fourth on his short list; so it was that the phone rang Saturday afternoon and Marion answered it to, "Hey, Sweet Thang, you doin' anything tonight?" After that, things got fairly regular. Ed went from calling every couple of weeks, to every week, to just stopping by - Marion would come back from class to find him sitting in the dorm common room, making conversation with Big Felicia, who always seemed especially reserved on those occasions... After six months, the day came when Ed started hinting that maybe she should move in with him; very few of those hints slid past before she resolved to accept the offer, and she was unofficially out of the dorms a month before semester end. Over the summer, Marion introduced Ed to her parents; her father, in particular, was unimpressed, but even her mother was wary - maybe it was the blase way he expected Marion to wait on him hand and foot. In the fall, Marion did NOT return to college, instead taking a waitressing job to help bring in rent money and preparing for a November wedding - which came off on schedule. The pair settled in, and in almost no time, Marion was pregnant with Twyla.