Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 16
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mf rom
Keywords for full story: rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy
Strange Relationships
Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit
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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 16
Status Reports and the Climaxes of the Astronomy Club Meeting
Nate and Nora met Draper and Tenisha at the movie. The flick was a
futuristic action-adventure yarn that pointed up the differences between
male and female perception of such things; the guys were into it, their
enthusiasm barely dampened by the pretense that it wasn't important for the
girls' benefit, while the girls endured the spectacular gratuitous violence
to make the boys happy, both vowing to subject their significant other to a
more romantic feature in the near future. At a slow point, the girls hopped
up to go to the bathroom, leaving the guys to their scenes of catastrophe.
As they watched the girls wend their way down the aisle, Nate whispered,
"So, how's 'Nisha?"
"Fuckin' wild, Man. She's in my face alla fuckin' time over sex!"
"Not uppin' any?" Nate guessed.
"Shit, no, Man! When she wants it, she fuckin' wants it -- right
fuckin' NOW! Good thing I gotta car, or I'd hafta CRAWL home!"
"No shit?"
"No shit! I tried to be cool an' take it easy, but she keeps jes'
crawlin' on and ridin' my ass! I'm fuckin' whipped! I guess her Mama's the
same way..." Draper shook his head.
"This the same 'Nisha that slapped me into the middle of next week?"
Nate wondered aloud.
"Yeh. She jes' don' wanta hear no shit, Man. It's kinda all the
same thing..."
"She gonna wear the pants in the family?" Nate eyed Draper, who was
considerably bigger, sidelong.
"Man, what scares me is what she becomes when she takes 'em OFF!"
Draper shook his head. "I ain't got no complaints, though. An' I see where
she gets it."
"What's that mean?"
"You 'member Prom night? Me an' Nisha went upstairs? You hear
anythin'?"
"Some kinda uproar," Nate remembered dimly SOMETHING went on at the
head of the stairs -- but he'd been VERY busy...
" 'Nisha's Poppa caught her an' me on the stairs, her buck naked
dragging me along by my dick! I thought we was gonna have to go to it, an'
me an' 'Nisha was in the toilet, but 'Nisha's Momma come outta her bedroom,
buck naked, with cum runnin' down her leg, an' give her Poppa a tongue
lashin' -- tol' him ta mind his own business an' go piss. Then she tol' me
whatever happened in 'Nisha's room was cool wit' her, an' don' worry 'bout
Poppa -- he'd cool down if he knew what was good for him..."
"Jeezus!"
"I was fuckin' freaked out, an' decided mebbe 'nother time was
better, but 'Nisha wasn't havin' any. Took me a while, but I finally got my
shit together an' I'll be goddamed if 'Nisha wasn't cherry! Didn't matter,
though; once she got goin', she was off like a racehorse!"
"Fuckin' A!"
Draper grinned. "We done it once, since -- she had me take her home
the other day, an' dragged me up to her room... Man, I'm bigger than she
is, but... She's some kinda cum vampire, or sumpthin'! One minute we're
suckin' face, an' the next, she's ridin' me like a bronco!" Draper shook
his head. "An' when we come downstairs, her Momma gives me the eye an' a
shit-eatin' grin. I know I'm gonna get my balls drained tonight, too!"
"There's worse things..." Nate grinned.
"THAT'S for sure!" Draper agreed. "What 'bout you? Howzit goin'
wit' Nora?"
"Kinda scary," Nate related.
"Good scary, or bad scary?"
"Little of both." Nate sighed. "Nora's great, but her family..."
"Yeh. Bet they ain't thrilled."
"Actually, it ain't about that."
"No?"
"Nope," Nate asserted. "Big worry was her Daddy would freak -- but
he didn't. He was all cool with things. But he's weird, Man, an' Nora's
Mama is, too!"
"Like how?" Draper scratched his head.
"Like he's a serious rich motherfucker, but he don't give Nora or
her Mama shit. Like MY Mama is runnin' freaked 'cause she's heard he's got
pull -- you know."
"Mafia?"
"I don' think so, but local hoods don' fuck with him. He can bring
big smoke, someway or another. An' he's serious inta kink -- that's where
Mama made him -- he does S and M shit to all his women." Nate flicked a
glance around the room. "An' he STILL does S and M shit with Nora's Mama!"
"No shit! How do you know?" Draper was amazed.
" 'Cause he TAPES it, Man! I've seen videos!"
"Shit!"
"Look, Man, this shit goes NOWHERE, 'cause if he don't want you to
know, somebody'll show up to bust your ass!" Nate hissed.
"Like that, huh?" Draper glanced around.
"I probly told you more than is healthy; far as I can tell, he has
Nora watched EVERYWHERE! Sorry, Man -- I shoulda kept my mouth shut..."
Nate looked around guiltily. "For all I know, somebody has a mic on us
right now!" (Actually, somebody did.)
"Okay, Man, so why put your ass in a sling?"
" 'Cause Nora is too sweet for words, Man! You jus' don't know!"
Nate mused a moment. "She tries to run things, usually, an' I let her get
away with it a lot 'cause she's so damned good at it... I usually don't
even know I been led around by the nose 'til I get there -- she's smooth!
Gets it from her Daddy, I think. But once we're in a bed, she does this
flip, an' I OWN her! And it's just fuckin' incredible!"
"No shit? So, you're whipped, too!"
"Yeh. Nora's the first girl ever offered me pussy -- but she GIVES
me pussy, or whatever, an' it's like, no holds barred! Man I'd put up with
a LOT of shit to keep THAT!"
"Whatever?" Draper's eyes gleamed.
"Man, I can't be braggin'..."
"Come on..."
"Okay. But if you fuck me up..." Nate gave his best friend in the
world a hard look. Draper threw out his hands in denial. "Okay. Nora
LOVES cum. She gives head like... I dunno what! But even when we fuck --
we're usin' rubbers until the Pill takes hold -- she takes 'em off an' sucks
'em dry! It's the HOTTEST fuckin' thing..."
Draper clapped him on the back. "Shit, Man -- no WONDER you wanna
keep her! How many times you fucked?"
Nate stopped to count, and got lost. "I dunno. Last night was the
first time since the Prom I wasn't in it a coupla times..."
"Jeezus!"
"Yeh," Nate grinned. "It's good shit. FINE shit. I'd go to the
wall for that shit! Shhhh! Here they come!"
--------------------
In the Ladies' Room, there'd been a similar discussion:
"So, Nate bein' good?"
"Oh, yeah. He's a sweetheart." Nora dimpled.
"Damned if I believe it..." Tenisha opined.
"Well, it's all in the handling. Dina put me on the right road with
him. It's really pretty simple..."
"Cain't be THAT simple, Honey!"
"No, it is, really. Nate needs a lot of sex. Most girls just
denied it -- maybe they wave it as the pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow, IF Nate's a good boy. I make sure Nate understands that he WILL
get sex, if he's a good boy. Not maybe, sometime -- for certain, regularly.
It's a little backwards, but it works. I was open with it up front, so he
knows he's not just being strung along. The more he gets, the less uptight
he is -- and the more tractable. I get my way, generally. Besides," Nora
dimpled again, "it's not like I'm not enjoying it!"
"You catching any shit 'cause you're white?"
"Well, his mother wants to see me. I hear she's no catch..."
"Well, THAT's true, Honey! Nate's Mama is a crack-head hooker.
It's a wonder she's still alive!" Tenisha shook her head. The line had
reached the point where they could get stalls, so the conversation lapsed
until they hit the mirrors, after. "What about YOUR family?" Tenisha took
things up, "They cain't be happy."
"Actually, there was a lot less uproar than I expected," Nora
replied. "Daddy told me that he wasn't going to get opinionated about my
love life, because it might cause me to do something stupid to spite him.
He's given every indication that he LIKES Nate!" She worked at her
lipstick. "He gets along with Mom, too... How about you? Is Draper what
you hoped he'd be?"
Tenisha chuckled. "He's a big chicken, is what Draper is! Boy's
scared to death of me! Every time I want a little lovin' I have to lure him
up to my room and practically lock the door!" She smiled, remembering,
"Daddy wasn't thrilled, Prom night, but he's chilled out -- and Mom likes
Draper."
"So, things are going well?"
"Well, mostly. I'm not getting NEARLY enough sex, though. Draper
created a monster with that dick of his -- I'm itchy all the time!"
Nora tittered. "He's that hard to pin down?"
"Once we get going, he's fine, sweet, strong... But right up to it,
he's worried about who's gonna walk in and what if..." Tenisha shook her
head.
"Well, he's trying to be honorable. He's looking out for your
welfare; give him a break!"
"Yeah, I guess -- but sometimes I wish he'd just follow his dick..."
"Hey, it's YOUR job to make all the blood rush to his little head,
so the big one stops working," Nora admonished, tittering. The pair shut up
and slid into their seats.
--------------------
"Let's lay off a bit and get a bite to eat," Jimmy suggested. "The
moon's screwing up the easterlies, anyway." They'd taken four more
sequences, and the breeze was getting more and more chill.
Randall nodded and Darla Jean didn't bother to argue -- it was
getting cold, and her endurance was down. Randall had been right to send
her off for her jacket, and although they'd worked closely on the
intervening shots, he hadn't returned to block the breeze -- and she wished
he had, for more than one reason. Jimmy suspended the laptop and started
rolling cords, tucking it under the telescope's tripod, while Randall showed
Darla Jean how to stow it properly. "Shouldn't we take it in?" she asked.
"We'd have to set it up again, and the temperature change would fog
the lenses. We'll probably just be popping up for single setups for the
rest of the night -- it's getting too chilly to hang out. Unfortunately,
good amateur astronomy is all about getting cold and miserable." Randall
chuckled.
"It's okay, if you get warm in between," Darla Jean observed.
"That's what the cave is for," Randall agreed, then went silent,
wondering if he'd missed something.
Darla Jean, turning to walk behind him, caught the slight hesitation
-- and it pleased her. Randall wasn't dense; he seemed to be taking every
torpedo she laid in the water, even if he didn't know what to do with them.
Jimmy, catching them both from his offside position, had to hold his breath
to keep from snickering.
The trio circled around and down to the cave, and Darla Jean rattled
the tarp, muttering, "Amy?" but Jimmy directed, "Let's use white light --
we'll want to eat and stuff." He slid through the opening, catching Amy
trying to shift the lights, "Oops!"
"No, it's okay, Honey. We'll be inside a while. I'm going to light
the stove and the Coleman to save batteries," Jimmy said. Amy lurched up
and followed Jimmy to the side of the cave to watch and help, while Randall
and Darla Jean retired to the other side.
--------------------
The cave wasn't huge, by any means; it was a lot like a four-man
tent -- anybody trying to stand up bought most of the headroom. The tarp
kept MOST of the breeze out, but it wasn't a sealed opening, by any stretch.
Darla Jean was amazed that despite the warm, spring days, the nights were
still pretty chill; she hadn't REALLY come equipped for it, despite the
jacket and the sleeping bag. Amy, warned by Jimmy, had worn a sweater and
had a heavier jacket. Randall took the moment to shrug out of the
windbreaker and shift to a heavier coat he had on standby here in the cave,
then started laying out a tarp as a groundsheet along a low shelf to the
side of the cave. Darla Jean moved to help, and Randall murmured, "It's
tight in here with four; Danny and Thelma or Mary and Teddy would have made
this a game of Twister."
"Why the tarp?" Darla Jean asked.
"You don't want your bag getting wet. Makes things REALLY cold.
What have you got for a bag?" Darla Jean showed him. It was summer-weight
-- and it wasn't summer, yet. "Any blankets?" Randall eyed her dubiously.
"No."
"You'd better use mine, then." Randall laid them both out, then
collected a blanket from his roll and draped it over her bag.
On the other side of the cave, Jimmy had the stove going and was
heating water while lighting the Coleman lamp; in between, Amy was laying
out their sleeping bags on the tarp already present on the cave floor,
zipping them together. "Is she doing what I THINK she's doing?" Darla Jean
whispered.
"Yeah," Randall's single syllable agreement spoke volumes; there was
a lot of envy and admiration in it. "It's a warmer solution -- shared
bodily warmth..." Somewhere, that phrase had become a cliché; Randall
couldn't risk a glance at Darla Jean after uttering it. The other
advantages were obvious to both of them, and the realization arrived
separately to each that if Jimmy and Amy took advantage of the situation at
all, things would be miserable for them as individuals. The fact that
getting Darla Jean to sleep with him was a primary purpose in being here
didn't mean it was going to happen -- and if those two got together, it'd be
worse than being alone, because he didn't see how he was going to relieve
himself. Similarly, Darla Jean realized that if Jimmy and Amy went at it,
she'd be unable to ignore it on several levels, and it would make for a
seriously frustrated evening. Randall couldn't think of a follow-up that
wasn't suggestive, so he let it drop; Darla Jean went mum, too, as she
joined him stretched out on the bags.
The stove was definitely improving the interior of the cave from a
heating standpoint, and the lantern lent a warmer light than the battery-
powered one that Amy had been using while she waited. Amy came up on Jimmy's
left and pressed herself to his arm, making it immediately obvious to him
that her breasts were unfettered. Jimmy turned to kiss her, whispering,
"You little beast."
"You're not going outside another twenty times, are you?" she
whispered back.
"No," Jimmy shook his head. "Once will be enough to convince Darla
Jean that we've gotten our night's worth..." The pair grinned at one
another, carefully hiding it from the others.
Soon the water was bubbling and they broke out the hot chocolate and
soup packages, Jimmy and Randall opting to suck down single-serving ramen
noodles, while the girls settled for clearer soups. The four chatted about
this and that, sometimes broken by sex, and sometimes by subject. Things
went on for a while before Amy piped up with, "I have to pee..."
The boys both began showing every tooth in their heads, grinning;
the natural advantage of the male when camping had come out. Jimmy fished
for a roll of toilet paper and announced, "Well, there aren't any facilities
up here -- the nearest place is the pool house, clear down the hill..."
Darla Jean had automatically checked the status of HER bladder on
the announcement, and realized that she'd be in trouble, too, soon. The
look on the boy's faces was pure triumph; all those bastards had to do was
fish in their flies -- THEY didn't have to bare their asses to the wind and
wonder what was sneaking up on them! Well, it wasn't going to work! "Let's
go down the hill!"
"Okay!" This was CLEARLY a male vs. female thing, and Amy was
perfectly happy to deal with it that way.
"Need an escort?" Jimmy asked, rubbing it in.
"No!" Darla Jean returned shortly; she'd been up and down this hill.
Amy nodded agreement. The girls bundled up, obviously irritated at being
caught short by the setup.
"Take a flashlight," Randall directed, nodding at one as the girls
lined up to go out the tarp.
"Don't let the bogeyman get you!" Jimmy teased.
Amy delivered a flat glare. "Is it open?"
"Danny and Thelma are supposed to be there. I'd be quiet..."
Amy snorted, and Jimmy decided maybe he'd better mend fences.
"There's an old chamber pot in the bathroom. I forgot to bring it up --
really." The girls' glances said that belief was seriously lacking. "Hey,
this is the first time we had to set up for girls..."
"Yeah, right," Amy muttered.
The pair passed through the flap, and Darla Jean turned on the
flashlight. "I've been up here; follow me..."
Amy let her lead. "You have?"
"Yeah. I tried to sneak up on them a couple of years ago -- more
like four or five, I guess. I wanted to be in the club, but girls were just
pests to them at that point..." The pair wended their way down the hill,
following a faint path that Darla Jean could make out using the flashlight.
In the tent, Jimmy eyed Randall. We'd better take a leak, too,
while they're gone. I hope we didn't fuck things up too bad..." The boys
eased out of the cave and wandered a few meters down the hill to a favorite
spot off the path, and fished out their cocks. "How are you doing?"
"Jeez, I dunno," Randall replied. "She's not screaming and yelling,
but I haven't exactly started playing with her tits. I'm starting to think
maybe, eventually, but not tonight."
Jimmy grinned, painting the leaves with his stream, "Well it ain't
over 'til it's over, some guy said. Hang in there. I figure we'll do one
or two more, and you can practice keeping her warm, then we'll pack up and
settle in. It's early, but when you don't have TV and stuff, people get
sleepy."
"Yeah." Randall wanted to admonish Jimmy not to go fucking Amy
because of how miserable it was going to make him, but he couldn't. After
all, it's what they were there for... He concentrated on digging a hole in
the leaves with his stream. The pair zipped up and retired to the cave to
pretend they'd been nowhere and done nothing.
--------------------
Meanwhile, the girls arrived at the pool house, letting themselves
in through the unlocked fence. Amy led them around to the door, where she
admonished Darla Jean to be silent and listened. Hearing nothing, she
quietly turned the knob, and the pair slipped in.
There was a single lamp on, near the couch, where things weren't
QUITE silent; there was a rhythmic rustling, and a series of low, contralto
moans, "Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh..." Amy wiggled her eyebrows and Darla
Jean covered her mouth to keep from snickering. The pair crept left through
the door to the bathroom.
"Think they're fucking?" Darla Jean hissed as Amy settled on the
toilet.
"We'll know in a minute," Amy whispered back, "Thelma's ANYTHING but
quiet!"
On the couch, Danny had a finger in Thelma's channel and his thumb
on her big clitoris, rotating, while she moaned and tried to suck his tongue
out of his head, her hand fondling his cock. Thelma broke the lip lock and
moaned one word: "Rubber!"
Danny hadn't been an idiot about it; there were condoms on the end
table. He surged up and collected one, then settled back atop his narrow
girlfriend. "Gimmee!" she moaned, and snatched the package, tearing away at
it in a frenzy. Thelma's response curve had been amazing to Danny -- once
she got going, he didn't think a camera crew filming would stop her. Such
was the case now; some girls might have used the respite offered by Danny
going for the rubber to regain control of the situation, but Thelma was all
for moving on to the next phase. Thelma got the package open and pushed
Danny up into a vertical position, then somehow hunched herself into a
position where she could start fitting the thing. Since it looked like she
was going to break herself in half, Danny reached around to support her
back, lifting himself a bit in the process. Thelma's voice shook as she
repeated an earlier promise, "I promise you, Baby, that we're gonna do away
with these things just as soon as the pills take..." Finished, she lay
back, lifting her knees while maintaining her grip on Danny's erection.
Danny grounded himself as best he could on the couch, assisted by
his lover's narrow frame. He punched an arm through under each of Thelma's
knees and grunted, "Get that blouse off, I want your nipples!" while rubbing
his sheathed cock along her gaping nether lips.
Thelma was a little surprised; this was the closest he'd ever been
to demanding -- not that she was unwilling to oblige! The thin, round-
necked blouse flipped over her head, leaving her naked beneath him, both of
them having wriggled out of their pants and other underclothing a bit before
when they became seriously inconvenient. "I wanna feel your chest, too!"
she moaned, and Danny rolled his eyes and stopped, repositioning to tear off
his shirt. But Thelma's hands came up to rub him possessively as he settled
back, then moved to make insertion.
"Oooooooohhhhh!!" Thelma's low moan as Danny's glans passed the
gates of her vagina echoed just as Darla Jean settled onto the toilet, and
she clenched up instinctively at the sound. Peeing was going to be
difficult, if she got seriously aroused...
Amy grinned and hissed, "NOW, they're fucking!" Darla Jean grinned
back, managing to let go. With the bathroom door shut, things were
relatively quiet after that, for a bit; Thelma's quiet gasps as she absorbed
Danny's erection slowly the first few times weren't loud enough to
penetrate. Darla Jean finished and reached instinctively for the flush
handle, but Amy grabbed her hand, shaking her head 'No'. "It'll wait..."
Amy hunted around and found the small pot Jimmy had mentioned, and they
gathered at the bathroom door, slowly opening it.
As it turned out, they probably could have banged doors, for at that
moment, Danny took up his full rhythm. The pair watched, wide-eyed, as a
broad back appeared over the couch top as counterpoint to a series of fleshy
smacks, and Thelma turned on her litany, "Ohh! Ohh! Yess! There! There!
Baby! Oh, God! Ohh! Yess! Huh! Baby! Yess! Huh! Huh! Yess! Danny!
Danny! DANNEEEEEEE!!!!!" Thelma's feet appeared above the back of the
couch as she locked both knees, going rigid and stiff while the EMP pulse
went through her nervous system. Danny was unable to continue for a moment,
because her position held him off. Then she collapsed, and he moved slowly
in her while she re-gathered the frayed threads of her consciousness.
Freed from their paralysis generated by witnessing Thelma's
completion, however poorly, the girls hurried out of there, quietly closing
the door on the "Umm... Umm... Umm..." of Thelma's warmup for her second
pass. They hadn't cleared the fence before the muffled sound of Thelma's
exclamations began to carry to them again, and were just a bit up the trail
when Thelma's "WAAAAAAA!!!!" of completion signaled her second orgasm.
Danny, ears ringing from her scream, was pouring semen into the
rubber, having pinned Thelma's knees back tight and seriously pounded her to
this second cum, knowing he wouldn't make it to three. Maybe if he kissed
her, she wouldn't screech so loud... Thelma's stomach clenched as she
grabbed his erection with her fleshy glove, milking it. 'Well', he thought,
'now we'll nap a while...' Thelma's response curve took its toll on BOTH of
them.
Darla Jean turned startled eyes on Amy, "Jeezus!"
Amy shook her head. "That's one happy girl -- now I'M horny!" She
smiled to herself as she followed Darla Jean up the hill. Thelma had done
them all a favor; Amy KNEW Darla Jean was hot, now, too, and it provided Amy
with a prime excuse to initiate sex with Jimmy.
Darla Jean paid slight attention to the ascent; her twat itched like
MAD! Danny the Wop wasn't on Darla Jean's short list, by any means, but she
was frankly envious of Thelma at that moment. Did she DARE make the moves
that would get this gawdawful itch scratched? What would Randall think of
her if she did? Would he broadcast it to the world that she was a slut?
Shit, did she care?
Darla Jean's absence of attention make the climb harder on Amy, but
she knew the reasons for it and added to them where she could with bright
patter about how happy Thelma was and how she'd suffered for so long without
male attention. Viewed one way, it was a little mean, but she needed to
goad Darla Jean over the brink, for her own good! The pair reached the top
and Darla Jean stopped, undoubtedly to enjoin Amy not to mention events down
the hill, but Amy pushed past into the cave and announced, "Well, Danny's
got Thelma raising the roof again!"
Both male heads came up. "What?" blurted Randall.
"We got there just as she and Danny were going from heavy petting to
long-stroking," Amy simpered. Randall looked from Amy to Darla Jean,
ostensibly for confirmation, but in reality to see how she took it. She
seemed kind of flushed...
"They were having sex?" Jimmy played up.
"Not when we got there," Amy amplified. "I think they were still
just heavy petting. But by the time we were ready to leave -- well, YOU
know how loud Thelma gets when she's getting pounded!"
"Amy!" Darla Jean nearly strangled on her mortification. "My God!"
"Oh, she loves it!" Amy passed the whole thing off. "If she was
sitting here, she'd agree with me. Danny, who isn't much of a catch from
where I sit, has her absolutely beside herself with happiness, and he was
making a deposit in that bank while we were down there!"
"Danny's a good shit!" Jimmy stuck up for his friend. "Maybe he's
not a genius, but there's nobody I know who's as decent as he is!"
"Yeah, I know," Amy agreed. "He's certainly proved himself with
Thelma! If he'd done her wrong..." She shook her head, soberly. Thelma
could be 'Hell on Wheels' -- and usually was, before Danny. If he'd used
her and walked away, she'd have probably tried out lesbianism; as it was,
she was one happy young woman, and Danny was okay in Amy's book.
"I hope he remembered a rubber..." Jimmy chuckled. Then everybody
kind of stopped, while 'Rubbers?' went through their minds... Randall
passed a worried glance at Jimmy, who surreptitiously waved him off. Amy
eyed Darla Jean, who was quietly freaking, trying to figure out why she was
so wound up over rubbers? No one had offered to use one... Fact was, she
had a packet of three that she'd been carrying for months -- a kind of 'hope
chest' -- in her purse in the top pocket of her backpack...
"Want some more cocoa?" Randall blurted, and moved up beside Jimmy.
"Rubbers?" he whispered stupidly.
"Amy doesn't need 'em," Jimmy hissed. "She's on the Pill!"
"Auugghhh!" Randall grunted.
"Relax, Man! Remember the stash?" Both boys' eyes flicked to a
small shelf in the corner, where a number of items resided, including a box
of a dozen rubbers.
"Whew!"
"Well, you'd best go get a couple, WITHOUT attracting a whole lot of
attention to the stash!" Jimmy hissed. Having a girl go through the stash
would be incriminating, given the girlie mags and other items that would
lead one's mind directly to jerking-off contests...
"Right." Randall got up, ostensibly to get more cocoa from another
hole worn in the rock above the stash, but he spent too long there -- Amy
picked up the activity and set herself a reminder to look around. Darla
Jean was, unaccountably, intent on her backpack...
In a few minutes, the cocoa was ready, and Jimmy passed it out,
announcing, "Well, we might as well go out for another pass...", and the
three active observers headed out, cups in hand.
The temperature had dropped a few degrees, and there were new clouds
scudding along in a freshened chill breeze. "Won't be much more to be had,"
Jimmy observed, "Let's look at the next good-sized nebula on the list and
pack it in."
The others nodded. Hanging out in the relative heat of the cave
made exposure worse by comparison; Darla Jean's thin jacket was revealing
itself to be woefully inadequate. They unwrapped everything and waited for
the laptop to resume while Darla Jean did the raw adjustment. Randall
caught a shiver while holding her hair. "Are you okay?"
"It's... colder..."
Randall moved to shield her, immediately. Problem was, when she
bent over the scope, there was no way he could get in close without touching
her ass... He tried, hard -- but Jimmy came along and bumped him, probably
DELIBERATELY... Darla Jean stopped dead for a moment while she collected
data from her ass on the nature of the vertical bar that had struck it while
Randall squeezed out, "Sorry -- Jimmy bumped me!" through constricted lungs.
After that, Randall didn't move, but it curiously didn't help; Darla Jean's
ass kept getting in the way, no matter what he did, which only made him
stiffer...
Jimmy had to stay turned away for a good while to keep the laughter
from erupting, and Darla Jean... Darla Jean was deliberately arching her
back to rub her ass against Randall's erection -- while pretending not to,
of course. A side view of the pair revealed it clearly, though, and Jimmy
had to turn away again for a bit when he picked it up. Randall frowned.
"You okay, Buddy?"
"Yeah," Jimmy wheezed. "I think I'm getting a cough."
Things were no better when they moved to the laptop; Darla Jean kept
bending low over the keyboard, and her ass kept coming up... A position
that worked perfectly before failed miserably. Randall's erection was blued
steel and there was nothing he could do about it. He glanced over at Jimmy,
who mimed humping her and grabbing her tits and sucking her neck, which
nearly drove Randall insane! He wanted to wring Jimmy's neck, but to jump
him would be to a) leave his position over Darla Jean, and b) invite
questions as to why he was pummeling his best friend. Randall just sucked
it up and hoped Darla Jean didn't notice.
Darla Jean was deliberately mapping Randall's erection with her ass,
expending more attention on IT than the collection of stellar images. She
caught Jimmy up to something out of the corner of one eye, but he was
watching her and stopped immediately. Darla Jean didn't care, really -- her
twat was on FIRE, and her panties were SOAKED, and SOMEHOW Randall was going
to use that fire hose on her TONIGHT! She'd been susceptible BEFORE Thelma
and hot after -- and things weren't letting up! First, she had to get him
to do something...
"Okay, that's it," Randall announced, and reached down past Darla
Jean to start shutdown of the laptop. Darla Jean deliberately bent low over
it and raised her ass, pretending to get up -- and Randall found himself
off-balance, falling and taking her with him! He made a grab for anything
handy to tuck her in while he rolled onto his back, taking the impact -- and
lay there, with her atop him, one hand around her waist, and the other with
a handful of (oh, God!) soft tit flesh... "Uh, gee, Darla Jean, I'm REAL
sorry!"
"No, no it was MY fault," came the falsely contrite rejoinder.
Jimmy stood there laughing out loud -- the pair were as transparent as they
were clumsy; Randall hadn't let go, but then Darla Jean hadn't even
telegraphed a move yet... The pair of them were both getting their jollies
from Randall feeling Darla Jean up, and neither of them seemed to be aware
that the other was fully cooperating... Finally, Darla Jean said faintly,
"I guess I should get up..."
Randall's hands released like they were spring-driven. "Oh! Yeah!
Sorry!" Darla Jean rolled off him and dusted herself off. In the meantime,
the laptop had shut down. Jimmy started cleaning THAT up, murmuring, "Why
don't you two get the scope? And TRY not to fall on it..."
Packing a laptop that had already shut down was a good deal easier
than disassembling a telescope and storing it in it's foam-filled crate, so
Jimmy was a good five minutes ahead of the other two. Chuckling, he ducked
inside the cave. "They're a pair of idiots!"
Amy looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read. She
hadn't settled in yet from rifling 'the stash', which had provided her with
a good deal of amusement. There were books, magazines, pictures -- even a
couple of DVDs. The boys had even written notes on their favorite pics in
the porn mags; Jimmy's clearly identified him as a breast man -- preferably
big, natural breasts. 'Bodacious ta-tas' was a favorite quote in his
handwriting. Yes, she'd chosen her man well... "Why?"
"Darla Jean got Randall to cover her from the wind, then spent the
whole time rubbing her ass on him! And the big doofus hasn't figured it
out! Then she pulls this gag where she makes him fall over her and grab
her, and they lay there..." Jimmy bent double. "Randall's got a handful
of..." Jimmy couldn't get it out; he was trying to breathe... "You should
have been there! They might as well have fucked there on the ground, then
they both hop up and pretend nothing happened!"
Amy grinned. "You're done then?"
"Yeah."
"Let's not give 'em any reason to cool down." Amy pulled the tarp
covering their sleeping bags away and folded it while Jimmy stowed the
laptop deeper in the cave, then stripped off her sweater as he turned.
Jimmy stood there, admiring. Okay, Amy was a little thick here and
there, and might get a lot worse, as time went on -- but those big tits...
He loved them, and they loved him, too, apparently; certainly, Amy cooed a
lot when he sucked and chewed those thick nipples...
Amy carefully folded the sweater, leaving it in plain sight, then
shucked out of her jeans and panties, folding them, too. "C'mon, Silly --
we want to be ready for bed when they get here..."
Jimmy, galvanized, shucked, too, down to his shorts, but held onto
them for a couple of reasons. Then the pair eased into the bags and
snuggled in tight, Jimmy against Amy's back -- which allowed him to cup her
right breast while propping himself with his left hand.
In a couple of minutes, Randall and Darla Jean arrived, lugging the
scope, Darla Jean in front. "Over there," Randall directed, pointing to the
traditional storage location with his nose, and the pair made their way past
the other couple's joined bags.
"Jeez, you guys took your time up there," Jimmy observed, "I thought
I was going to have to call out Search and Rescue!"
"Yeah, right." Randall was still preoccupied with scope placement,
but Darla Jean was inventorying the pile of clothing on the floor.
Amy rose, deliberately displaying a breast. "The less you wear in a
sleeping bag, the warmer you stay -- I learned that in Girl Scouts!" She
lay back down, pretending unconcern as Randall became aware that something
was amiss and turned to regard them.
This time Jimmy raised up, coolly extracted himself from his boxers,
and laid them on the pile. "I don't like being constricted."
Darla Jean turned beet red; Amy's panties were RIGHT THERE, on the
pile... Obviously, they were both naked; just as obviously, they were going
to have sex right there in the sleeping bags! She turned wondering eyes on
Randall, who averted his, while mumbling, "Amy's right, for what it's
worth..."
"Uh... huh..." Darla Jean turned slowly and made to occupy her bag.
Randall just as gingerly moved to his, pulling his shoes and socks
off. "Take your socks in with you," he recommended, concentrating on is own
things. He shucked out of his coat and shirt, then slid into his bag.
Darla Jean was shaking. Things were 'way out there, as far as SHE
was concerned. She dumped slowly out of her coat, shoes, and socks, then
Randall stopped her with, "Uh, you better put the blanket inside the bag.
It's probably easier now than it will be later..."
"Oh, okay." She opened her bag and spread the blanket inside,
doubled up lengthwise, then zipped it up again. Grabbing her socks, she
slid into the bag, wondering just what else she was going to divest herself
of. She turned around. Randall was watching her, but he was moving. In a
moment, his jeans came out of the bag. Darla Jean looked around; she was
under the gun, with three sets of eyes on her. Well, the top made sense --
she shrugged out of it. The bra she was wearing wasn't any great shakes,
but... she hung onto it, and moved to her jeans. Being basically painted
on, they were a BITCH to get off while inside the bag, but she managed to
struggle out of them.
Amy grinned at her. "I took MINE off outside the bag!"
"Well, I bet there were no boys present!" Darla Jean retorted.
"Jimmy was..." Amy's grin got even wider.
"Okay, no bear baiting," Jimmy interjected, and turned down the
lantern, "G'night..."
The light went down to a glow, just enough to see forms without
details. The others murmured good night, and silence reigned for a bit. It
didn't last long, though; soon, soft sighs began to drift across from Amy
and Jimmy's direction, along with hints of movement in the guttering light
of the lantern. Jimmy and Amy took their time, but soon the movement was an
undulation and Amy was murmuring, "Oog... Oog... Umm... Oohh..."
This was absolute murder on the other two occupants of the cave.
Darla Jean lay on her stomach, crushing her crotch against the cave floor
while she watched the bag wiggle sinuously and listened to Amy's sounds of
pleasure; the whole thing was driving her nuts! Her panties had been soaked
long since, anyway, and this merely added to things...
Randall couldn't bear to look; the sounds were bad enough. This was
what he'd hoped WOULDN'T happen... Oh, God, would it NEVER end?
The activity went on for over twenty minutes, slowly crescendoing to
a metronomic series of fleshy impacts counter pointing Amy's moans. Amy
went "OOOOOO" at least five times, by Darla Jean's count, and each time
added to Darla Jean's misery. Last, but not least, a few minutes after they
FINALLY settled down, Darla Jean realized that she was cold, and getting
colder...
She dealt with it for a while, but things got more and more
miserable. Finally, she rolled over to where Randall was and shook him,
"Randall? I'm cold..."
"Um?" Sleep had mercifully claimed him in his misery mere moments
before, so he was slow surfacing. "Oh. I wondered about that bag -- it's
summer weight. It's not going to be a lot of help to either of us. Tell
you what -- bring the blanket and slide in with me, and I'll drape it over
us. You can use the blanket to keep between us..."
"But... Okay." Darla Jean was too cold for pride; let the others
think what they wanted to in the morning. She skinned out of her bag,
dragging the blanket, and began wedging herself in beside Randall. Randall
waited until she was in and then worked her bag over atop them as an
additional layer. As soon as he settled down from that, Darla Jean started
trying to arrange the blanket, a process that just refused to go well. In
the process she managed to bump up against Randall several times, bringing
home the realization that there was a GIRL in his bag with him!
Randall's first comment on the subject was, "Jeezus! Your feet are
blocks of ice!"
"Sorry!"
"Better warm them against my leg... Uuuggh!" Randall suffered the
touch for a moment before things started to settle down. "Is the rest of
you that cold?" Investigation by hand revealed that most of her was,
despite protests to the contrary. "Fuck the blanket, then. Better snuggle
up. We can spoon." He clawed it away and moved up on her back, pulling her
to him.
Thank GOD he was warm! Darla Jean backed in tight, covering his arm
wrapping her waist with her own. Nothing else mattered a whole lot.
This went on for a few minutes, with Darla Jean gradually warming
and Randall suffering less and less until Randall noticed something odd
about the front of his boxers. Retrieving his arm from Darla Jean's
somewhat unwilling grip, he slid it between them, feeling his fly area,
then, gently, Darla Jean's ass. "You're wet..."
"Yeah." Darla Jean suffered a good bit getting the next bit out:
"I got... aroused."
Randall chuckled quietly. "You'd have to have been dead not to..."
He thought for a moment. "But look, really -- it's not smart to wear wet
stuff... Now I'M wet..."
"Oh, shit..."
"We don't want the bag chilling... It isn't bad yet, but..."
"Okay, okay!" Darla Jean started wiggling.
"Kick 'em down to the foot, with the socks."
Darla Jean did so, then Randall started working HIS way out of his
boxers. "What are you doing?" she hissed.
"I'm wet, too. We'll slide the blanket between us." Randall kicked
out of his boxers, but made no move to reach for the blanket; suddenly, he'd
realized that HE was naked and Darla Jean was ALMOST naked -- she WAS where
it counted! His hard-on could have cut diamonds!
Darla Jean snatched the blanket and fed some Randall's direction ---
but he just draped it over himself, rather than tucking it between them.
When Darla Jean backed up to resume the spoon, a long, hard, heating element
buried itself between her ass cheeks. "Randall!"
Randall remembered clearly Mary's injunction for dealing with
feminine outrage. This was a good deal below 100 decibels, and she wasn't
moving away... He wrapped his arm around her and muttered, "Oh, shut up!
You're not going anywhere..." tightening himself against her back.
He was right about one thing; Darla Jean wasn't going ANYWHERE. Her
heart thundered in her chest -- OMIGAWD! That's his COCK! It's like, TWO
INCHES from... Blood rushed everywhere; suddenly, she was warm... Hardly
daring to breathe, she reached up and released the front clasp of her flimsy
bra. Really, at this point, were the other two gonna believe they HADN'T
fucked? Was guarding her virtue that necessary? Did she even WANT to? Of
its own accord, her hand took his and brought it to her breast...
Randall had gone about as far as he could for the moment; he was
luxuriating in the feel of a woman against him. If nothing else happened
tonight, this would fuel his wet dreams for months. Ninety nine percent of
the way there, and he was fresh out of guts. But then this soft hand took
his, and when it let go, his covered a soft, cushiony peak with a rubbery
tip... Squeezing and teasing that toy was impossible to abstain from -- and
it generated a soft moan... Randall lowered his lips to the juncture of a
soft neck and an equally soft, creamy shoulder, and another moan sounded.
Darla Jean rolled over, and he kissed that wide mouth for the first
time, sucking the thick lips and dueling with a frisky tongue. Darla Jean
was out of hiding, fully -- it was 'WAY too late to pretend, to play it
safe! She wrapped her legs around Randall's, pulling his hot rod against
her sizzling crotch. "Ummm, God, Randall! Just..." Whatever came next
disappeared into the kiss they started.
Once the inhibitions dropped away, Darla Jean was in Heaven! Given
several inches of burning meat to work her clit against, she began to hump,
which accelerated the pace for both of them. When they surfaced again, she
moaned, "I want to be on top..."
Randall was in no condition to argue. He rolled on his back,
bringing the whole system with him as the sleeping bag moved, too, pinning
Darla Jean against him. Darla Jean started thrashing, and the blanket went
over their heads and onto the floor; she raised up and moaned, "I want it!"
"Rubbers," Randall mumbled thickly. "Got one around here,
somewhere..."
"No!" Darla Jean was too far gone for such things. For one thing,
she couldn't see how they were going to put one on in the bag; impatience
had her not even trying to guess. The other was an insane urge NOT to have
her first time with a rubber thing! In her heat, Darla Jean didn't
recognize the roots of this urge, only that she had it... "Tell me it's
gonna be okay, what ever happens..."
Randall was beyond thought; puzzling out what she wanted was an
effort he wasn't set up for. "Um, it's gonna be okay..." he parroted.
That's all the further he got before the ring of Darla Jean's vaginal
opening began rolling over his glans. It was burning hot, slick, wet, and
clinging, and his control was going to be measured in seconds -- but it
already felt like he'd been in Heaven forever...
For Darla Jean, Randall's cock seemed to go on forever. As
anticipated, nothing she had worked into herself had ever felt like this!
Nothing had been this long, or had this texture -- and certainly nothing had
been this burning hot! Darla Jean's hymen was long-since beaten into
submission; it as NOT an issue. Frankly, nothing was, except adaptation of
her depths to Randall's fervently hoped-for but unexpected length. Time
slowed to a crawl for both of them; it seemed to take forever, and endless
well of pleasure, before Randall's pubic bone struck her clit, lighting
sparks everywhere. She began to rise on it, her inner walls and the crown
of Randall's glans fighting the effort, and she overloaded! "OOOOOOO
GAAAWWWWWDDDDD!!!!"
Randall, well beyond endurance, nailed the thing, suddenly surging
up from beneath, smashing their pubic bones together and then arching to
hold her there while his cock began painting her cervix with his cum. Darla
Jean clutched him in a death grip while they rode out the shock waves,
grinding herself against his rigidity, "Nnngh! Hrrgh!" She dropped her
head to his shoulder and her wide mouth started lighting up the nerves on
his neck, sucking...
How long this went on, neither of them knew -- they had no sense of
time. When Randall collapsed and Darla Jean raised herself a bit, the
lantern was burning brightly again, and Jimmy and Amy were eyeing her
triumphantly from their bag. "Turn that fucking thing off," she mumbled
distantly. Randall reached up and pulled her back down for a kiss.
He was still hard; she was impaled on a live, pulsing thing -- and
in a moment, she just HAD to move! Darla Jean's hips began to roll, and
Randall went into Round Two without really realizing he was capable, surging
from below in counterpoint. For both, there was a strange duality -- it was
ecstasy, but it was also a clawing fight for MORE, MORE!! Urgency mounted,
demanding more and more motion, but they were cocooned...
"Damned bag!" Randall grunted and rolled them both over and made a
blind slash with his hand that rolled the zipper open. Cool air flowed in,
but the inside of the bag had become an oven, anyway, so it was welcome.
Randall took full control of the act, lifting Darla Jean's legs and
initiating a pounding attack that she was all too willing to endure, gasping
and clutching and moaning, "Yeah! Ohhh, Baby! Like that! I'm gonna...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Darla Jean surged and thrashed, eyes glassy, clutching
Randall. Randall grinned ferally and continued to pound, while Darla Jean
went from collapse to another effort to rejoin the frantic race. This time,
as she peaked, screaming, Randall felt the surge of his second climax come
upon him and buried himself deep in her to pulse it out.
Collapse followed quickly for both of them; Randall dropped across
Darla Jean, who clutched him to her as she drifted, unanchored in reality
since her third cataclysmic orgasm. Both drifted off to the metrononic
slap, slap, slap of flesh on flesh -- because Amy and Jimmy had NOT turned
down the lantern and had front row seats to the success of their venture,
which triggered another round of pounding sex for them, too!