Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 31
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mmf cons noncons oral

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

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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 31
Locker Room Sex - and a Rape

	Dwayne's big opportunity came about ten minutes later.  Coach took a
phone call, and things changed quickly.  Blowing his whistle, he shouted,
"Awright, we're cutting it short -- I've got an emergency!  I'm leaving now;
you guys hit the showers and head home!    Will somebody..."

	"I got it, Coach!" Dwayne yelled, "Toss me the keys!"  Coach did so,
and Dwayne found himself the temporary owner of the gym...  Yeah, this ought
to work...

	Everybody but Dwayne headed for the locker room; Dwayne climbed the
bleachers.  "I have to lock up..."

	"Oh, boy!" Darla Jean simpered, "Does that mean I get to see the
boys' locker room?"

	Mary giggled, and Dwayne rocked like he'd been punched, "Uh,
yeah..."

	"Well, I'll wait until you get 'em all out of here, first..."

	"Yeah.  Sounds good..."  Dwayne wandered off, kind of dazed.  Was it
going to be that easy?

	"You're not gonna...?" Mary asked, scandalized.

	"Why not?  Cheerleaders do..."

	"Ummm." Mary absorbed this.  "It's pretty quick..."

	"...Which is not a bad thing," Darla Jean insisted.

	"If you say so," Mary mused.  "Let me know about the facilities --
maybe I can get Rob to volunteer to lock up some time..."

	"Sure," Darla Jean agreed.  "You two could stay tonight -- but it
might inhibit everybody..."

	"Yeah..."  Mary gave it serious thought, nonetheless.

	But Rob resolved it by being among the first out, collecting Mary
and heading out the door.  "Keep an eye on those guys, Dwayne, or one of
them will do something stupid you'll have to pay for!"

	"Yeah," Dwayne replied, then his eyes lit.  "Right!  Okay, you guys,
no horse play -- get in and get out!"   Given adequate excuse, Dwayne spent
the next twenty minutes badgering his teammates to get showered and out the
door.  Finally, it appeared that he'd been successful; everyone was out the
door and he had it locked.  Darla Jean descended the bleachers, and Dwayne
found himself stuck for a not-too-obvious ploy to get things headed the way
he felt they should be headed.

	Darla Jean shrugged.  "The grand tour, I guess.  You can show me how
the other half lives..." She punctuated it with a smirk.

	"Okay."  Dwayne got in close while he showed her lockers and
benches, showers and urinals.  "It's not that remarkable..."

	"Maybe," Darla Jean mused, eyeing a urinal.  "How on earth do you
hit those things?"

	"Some of us don't," Dwayne grinned, only to watch Darla Jean's nose
wrinkle in distaste -- probably not the fast lane into her pants...

	"Kind of rank in here," she remarked.

	"Well, the place sees a lot of heat, damp, and sweat.  I'm kinda
rank, for that matter, since I haven't showered yet..."

	Darla Jean leaned in to take a sniff, groping his arm.  "Well, you
don't smell too bad, but you're sticky.  Why don't you go ahead and shower?"

	Dwayne blinked.  This could be the blow-off -- or maybe not...
"What'll you do?"

	"Oh, I'll hang out.  I'm sure I can find a way to keep myself
amused," Darla Jean announced confidently.  "Just go about your normal
routine -- pretend the place is full of boys and I'm not here..."

	"Okay."  Dwayne cautiously cracked open his locker and plopped on
the wooden bench that ran the distance between the rows.  As he worked at
his gym shoes, he asked, "So, is this any different from the girls' locker
room?"

	"Well, there aren't any urinals," Darla Jean replied, grinning.  "We
get more stalls."  She looked around.  "It's kind of mirror image, so
there'd be a big sanitary pad dispenser over there..."  Both of them
chuckled while Dwayne got out of his shirt.  Next, he stood up, reached for
the waistband of his shorts -- and stopped, dead.  "What's the matter?"
Darla Jean asked.

	"Ummm, next I'd shuck out of my shorts and go collect a towel on the
way to the showers," Dwayne related, reddening.

	Darla Jean shrugged, "Okay..."

	The pair eyed one another for a moment, then Dwayne went ahead,
covering his embarrassment with, "Do the girls run around naked, too?"

	"Some of them," Darla Jean replied distractedly.  Dwayne's cock was
already stiff and swollen, it's pinkish-purple tip mostly exposed beyond his
foreskin.  It was only the second one Darla Jean had actually laid eyes on,
since her dance with Randall had been mostly in the dark.  It seemed to be
okay; she had no benchmarks, after all.  In some ways, it seemed huge -- but
then, it approximated the size of some vibrators she'd seen...  "It's
certainly not frowned upon.  But some of the girls are too embarrassed..."

	"And you?"  Given Darla Jean's reaction, Dwayne overcame the urge to
attempt to fig leaf himself on the way to the towel stack.

	Darla Jean followed, eyeing his buns.  Yeah, they were cute...  "I
started out that way -- but you're naked in the shower, anyway...  I got
used to it."

	"Well, there are no guys, after all..."

	"Yeah, that would change things..."  Darla Jean's mouth was on
autopilot while she took Dwayne in.  He had nice muscles; maybe she ought to
back off and entertain the idea of taking him seriously?  "Have you guys had
girls in here?"

	"Well, a couple of times," Dwayne admitted, deliberately turning to
present Darla Jean a profile that included his jutting cock.  "It isn't
supposed to happen, but it has.  I imagine guys react differently to girls
in the room than vice-versa."

	"You don't get embarrassed?"

	"Well, yeah, but it's an opportunity, not a reason to run
screaming..."

	Darla Jean giggled, "Well, it's kind of a fox in the henhouse
thing."

	"Yeah.  On the other hand, when a girl comes HERE, it's kind of an
act of bravery..."  He shrugged -- was this the way to go?  It'd either make
it a lock, or kill it...  "Assumptions get made..."  Reluctantly, he entered
the open shower room and turned on the water at the head opposite the
entrance.

	"Cheerleaders come in here, don't they?" Darla Jean countered.
"That's innocent, isn't it?"

	"For a couple of seconds, after a game," Dwayne returned.  "We
usually keep it reined in for that.  But that's not always innocent,
either..."

	"So I've heard..."

	"Damn!"

	"What?"

	"I forgot my shampoo!"  Dwayne was thoroughly soaked, too; dealing
with Darla Jean's presence had rattled him a bit.

	"I'll get it.  In your locker, right?"

	"Yeah."  Dwayne stood there, wondering what was in there that he
didn't want her to see...

	Dandruff shampoo.  Well, he was a boy -- did she expect him to use
some beauty treatment?  Darla Jean headed back toward the showers.  Awful
wet in there...  Darla Jean grinned to herself and snatched the pink midriff
top over her head, revealing her somewhat thin white bra.  Jeans, too?  No,
he could fight his way through them.  She stepped out of her sandals at the
door of the shower room, and advanced on Dwayne, "Here."

	"Huh?"  There she stood -- in her bra!  Somewhere, somehow, Dwayne
had done SOMETHING right!  He took the tube of shampoo and muttered, "Your
jeans are getting wet."

	"Yeah."  Darla Jean turned and sashayed back through the door.

	"You probably should have worn your sandals, too."

	"They're leather."

	Dwayne nodded and busied himself lathering up, watching Darla Jean
from the corner of his eye.  This was pretty amazing...  Had Darla Jean
jumped straight from the freezer to Bang Nation?  It sure looked like it...
He hurried on with the shower; the LAST thing he wanted was for her to get
impatient and bail!  As it was, his cock would probably poke straight
through the tile shower wall, undamaged, if he tried...

	In the meantime, Darla Jean, deciding that she was fully committed,
started working her way out of her jeans -- they WERE wet, after all...
Tossing them on a bench, she discovered Dwayne was turning off the water, so
she walked back in and collected his towel from the wall hook, meeting him
halfway.  Dwayne took it and rubbed out his hair; Darla Jean seemed happy to
stand there and look at his meat (Dwayne took a glance from under the
towel)...  By the time he finished with his hair and started working on his
arms and shoulders, she was coolly surveying his chest, provoking a grin.
As he flipped the towel over his back, she murmured, "Turn around -- I'll
get that..."

	The voice was steady, but the hands that held the towel shook.  This
was the bravest thing Darla Jean had ever done, by several orders of
magnitude!  She was absolutely amazed at herself as she toweled his back,
then moved down over that ass and squatted to work the backs of his thighs
and calves.  "It's wet in here -- let's go back into the locker room..."

	Dwayne was just dumbfounded!  If this wasn't Bang Nation action, it
was right next door!  'Why' was the big question, but Dwayne wasn't going to
ask it for fear that he'd jinx the whole thing...  Darla Jean stopped him at
the shower room door with a hand on his chest, then knelt with her face
inches from his steely hard-on to dry his feet, one by one, having him step
forward even more into her face in the process.  Then she held her squat as
she began working the towel up his legs, starting at the calves and moving
to his thighs...

	The next target was obvious; Dwayne hissed as a towel-buffered hand
took his shaft and another began gently working his balls, "Easy!"

	Darla Jean stopped.  "Am I hurting you?"

	"No, but it's... sensitive.  Especially when it's hard."  He paused
a moment.  "Have you ever..."

	"Touched one?"  Darla Jean grinned nervously.  "Well, yeah..."

	"Little kids don't count," Dwayne chided.

	The towel hit the floor, but the hands didn't leave.  "No, no, it
was... good sized..."  'Bigger than this, actually,' Darla Jean thought to
herself, remembering the feel of Randall's rod.  She bored in to examine her
catch more closely.

	"Have you ever...?"

	"Sucked one?"  Darla Jean locked eyes with Dwayne to ensure she
hadn't misunderstood.  She hadn't.  "Noooo..."

	"Oh, okay..."

	"But I'm not against it..."  She leaned forward further, sniffing.
Despite the recent shower, Dwayne's penis was a little... drippy... and it
had a distinctive smell to it.  Dwayne was evincing serious excitement as
her hands slid along his shaft, too -- obviously, he was enjoying it...

	Dwayne made his first overt move of the evening, reaching down to
unsnap Darla Jean's bra.  Darla Jean didn't complain; she slid the flimsy
item off her arms, one at a time.  The revealed breasts weren't exactly
huge, but there were nipples there, and Dwayne hadn't exactly handled
thousands...  "Nice!"  Darla Jean trapped his shaft between her wide lips
and her extended tongue, sliding it along the underside, and Dwayne hissed,
"That is, too!"

	Darla Jean locked eyes with him and her wide lips engulfed the head
of his penis. "Ooooohhhhh..." Dwayne moaned.  "Aaaaaahhhhh..."

	Darla Jean backed off.  "Are you close?" she asked, concerned.

	"Yeah, sorta..."  He'd have blown in about five seconds; it was no
time to lie about it.

	"Will you be able to... go again?"

	"Huh? Oh!  Yeah!  Definitely!"  Was she kidding?  He probably
wouldn't go soft for another two times!

	"Good."  Darla Jean dove on him again, and Dwayne's knees started to
jump from the tension right away.

	"Look, I'm gonna shoot!  If you ain't gonna swallow..."

	Darla Jean just waved a hand dismissively.  This was the main event!
It was too late for nerves; now was the time to get in every experience she
could!

	"Okay, easy!  No teeth!  Just lips and tongue!"  Dwayne was shading
to bright red, and his breathing got heavy.  Jeezus!  Darla Jean's lips were
MADE for this stuff! Wide, soft, full...  "Awwwwww  SHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!"

	Darla Jean knew what was coming; Dwayne's penis had become
impossibly harder.  Nonetheless, the first pulse surprised her with its
volume and texture.  The flavor?  Well, maybe it grew on you, but it wasn't
an instant favorite; nonetheless, it was tolerable.  Dwayne was hunched
over, trying hard to override the instinct to bury himself in Darla Jean's
throat, his face a rictus.  "Uh, uh, uh," he grunted, in time to his spurts.
The flow slowed to a dribble, and stopped; Dwayne gently pushed back on
Darla Jean's shoulders, "It's too... sensitive..." he wheezed.

	It was also still rock-hard in her hand.  "Can we...?"

	"Yeah.  On the bench?  Want a towel?"  Dwayne, released, dashed off
to get a half-dozen.  The blowjob had been incredible; if she was offering
more, he'd be a total fuck-up not to show his appreciation!  He draped three
on the wood of the bench, then stacked two more for a pillow as Darla Jean
stepped out of her panties and bent to dig in her purse.  "Whatcha doin'?"

	"Rubbers."  Darla Jean waved one.  "Neither of us wants problems
down the line..."  She seated herself straddling the bench and waved him
over.

	'Shit!'  "Okay..."  Dwayne moved himself into position to suffer the
installation.

	Darla Jean picked up the disappointment.  "I don't like 'em, either.
If it gets in the way too much, we'll pull it -- but then you have to shoot
on my belly, okay?"

	"Sure..." Couldn't beat that...  He held still for the uncomfortable
thing to be rolled on, then plopped astride the bench, "I wanna see!"

	"Okay..."  Darla Jean laid back, trying to figure out what to do
with her legs.

	"Gimme."  Dwayne took the backs of her knees on his upper arms, then
pushed them up to his shoulders while he leaned in to examine her closely.
Was he up for eating pussy?  Well, maybe.  He'd finger her pie first,
though...  Darla Jean had thin, kind of droopy lips on her snatch, but they
seemed to pull at his finger as he played it around in the pink valley
beneath.  He felt back upward toward her pubic bone where her clit should be
and, yeah, there it was -- a pretty good-sized one, too!

	"OOoohhhh!!" Darla Jean moaned as Dwayne rolled the tip of his
finger over her bundle of nerves.  She was in a room full of the smell of
male musk and sex, with the taste of cum in her mouth and a boy's fingers
dancing on her clit -- this went 'way beyond excitement!  "It's okay -- I'm
wet!  Put it in!"

	Dwayne was as hard as he was every going to get, anyway -- the smell
of wet pussy had him going wild!  He scooted up, and holding his cock
parallel to the bench with his thumb, started pushing it into Darla Jean's
tight pussy.  The rubber was a pain in the ass, but she was SOOOO hot that
it was a good thing he had some reason not to shoot before he even got the
thing buried.  Her inner lips had sprung open, but the rubber kept dragging
them back to snag on his shaft until he started holding them back with his
thumbs.  Finally, he was buried deep, and her natural lubrication defeated
the rubber's resistance; he dropped her knees back onto his upper arms and
began to stroke.

	It was only seconds, though, before excitement pushed Darla Jean
further, causing her to haul at him to get more action and institute a
jittery dance of her hips.  This was good, but she wanted more!  Dwayne, who
was trying to keep from blowing a load into the rubber before a minute had
elapsed, was taking it relatively slowly and gently -- and while Darla Jean
was gonna make it from this, it wasn't... urgent... enough to be fully
satisfactory.  "C'mon, Dwayne!  Gimme!"

	Dwayne picked up the pace, but he needn't have worried, for the
moment.  The dance Darla Jean was doing on the bench kept him from getting
two strokes in the same spot!  Between that and the rubber, the urgency
backed off some.  He tried to put more into his stroke, but Darla Jean's
jouncing made it hard work just to hang on!

	Darla Jean was pulling hard, trying to get that awful itch
scratched; obviously, while she was gonna make it, Dwayne wasn't a perfect
match -- Randall had done better tied down in a sleeping bag!  She was
working hard, surging and pulling, chasing her elusive completion when the
sound of a pair of hands slowly clapping impinged on her consciousness, and
a sarcastic voice announced, "Congratulations, Dwayne!  I see Bang Nation
has a new member!"

	Darla Jean cranked her head back and Ted Phipps came into view.  Ah,
SHIT!  All she needed was THAT bastard knowing too much!  Too late...  "Hey!
Don't stop!"

	Dwayne had halted at the intrusion, rising up to glare at Ted in
consternation; Darla Jean started tugging at his hips and Ted grinned
nastily, "Don't stop for me!  Apparently the little schoolteacher is a hot
number after all!  In fact, I don't think you're givin' her enough, Man!"
He waved urgently and Dwayne gave into the combined demands, resuming his
stroke.  Ted positioned himself beside Darla Jean's head, petting her cheek
and querying mock-solicitously, "Are you getting enough, Sweetie?"

	Darla Jean said nothing, merely watching Ted while she continued to
fuck.  Giving up the chase on this orgasm was something she would not do,
voluntarily, but she had a pretty good idea where THIS was headed...

	Ted confirmed her suspicions by unzipping his jeans and dropping
them to his knees, presenting an already hard cock, "Here, Baby, I'll give
you another toy to play with..."

	"Jeezus, Ted!" Dwayne complained, puffing.  This wasn't supposed to
be a gang-bang...  Better get his, too, before Darla Jean started screaming
'Rape!'

	"Relax, Man, she wants the additional stimulation -- don't you,
Honey?"  He locked eyes with her, dragging his hard shaft across her wide
lips.

	Darla Jean weighed her options.  She could bite the bastard, and
scream rape, but she really, really wanted this orgasm.  God knew whether
Dwayne was going to last long enough to get her to one, and she really
wanted more...  Ted might be a sonofabitch, but he was bigger than Dwayne,
for one thing -- and something else was running around in the back of her
mind, something dark...  Holding his eyes, she turned her head toward him to
accommodate wrapping her lips around his glans as he moved it forward again.

	"Ahhh, nice!" Ted exclaimed.  "All this time I've been lookin' at
them and I didn't recognize cocksucker's lips..."  He put his hand behind
her head so she couldn't escape and ran his cock in and out of her mouth a
couple of times.  "Good, but the angle is wrong.  Gimme a minute..."  He
eyed the situation.  "I know!  Gimme a hand..."  He put his hands under
Darla Jean's armpits and dragged her over the end of the bench so that her
head hung down, much to the irritation of both Darla Jean and Dwayne, who
had to chase Darla Jean's pussy and reposition.  "You won't need those
towels like that, and I can kneel on them..."  Ted shucked the rest of the
way out of his jeans while Darla Jean struggled to find a way to hold her
head up.  "No, no!  Not like that!  Let your head drop!" he directed as he
knelt up at the end of the bench on the towels that had been Darla Jean's
pillow.  "We're going to move straight to advanced cocksucking!  I want a
straight shot into that throat, Sweetie, or you won't graduate from Deep
Throat 101..."  He pulled her head down by her ears and started rubbing his
leaking glans along her lips.

	"Mm mm," Darla Jean refused, shaking her head.  Damn him!  Why
couldn't he just settle for a blowjob?

	"Ah ah ah!" Ted admonished, and grabbed Darla Jean's right nipple.
"No fair holding out!"  Bearing down, he pinched her nipple, HARD!

	"Owwmmph!"  Darla Jean's mouth opened for a scream, but what she got
was a cock.

	"That's better!" Ted approved unctuously.  "Now, swallow when I hit
your throat and it'll keep the gagging down.  And breathe through your nose
-- I'll try to see to it that you get an opportunity every once in a while.
Don't worry if you have to puke -- we can just pop you in the shower,
after..."  In the meantime, he started jamming his cock toward the back of
Darla Jean's throat.  Darla Jean made to bite him, and he slapped her, "NO
TEETH!  If you bite me, bitch, I'll cut off both your tits!"  Her hands came
up to swat at him and he grabbed her wrists, leering, "You need to
concentrate on Dwayne!  The sooner you make Dwayne happy, the sooner I can
get out of your throat and into your pussy!  And I KNOW you'd rather have me
in your pussy!"  Ted started using Darla Jean's arms to lever himself into
her mouth.

	"Ogh Agh! Glack!"  Darla Jean tried to get a word out around Ted's
piledriver.

	"What was that?" Ted asked, eyeing her, his cock held deep.

	"Augm!"  Darla Jean shook her arms.

	Ted pulled his cock out.  "You want your arms?"

	"Uh huh!" Darla Jean gasped.

	"What for?"

	"Hold Dwayne!" she panted.

	"You gonna be a good girl?"

	"Uh huh!"  All this crap that was going on with Ted was distracting
Dwayne -- and Darla Jean wanted him doing the right things, or this other
stuff she was putting up with would be a waste!

	"Awright.  I'm gonna play with your titties, okay?"

	"Uh huh!"

	"Open up."  Ted stuck his cock back in her face, using her mouth as
a fuck hole -- but he simultaneously released her hands.  "Dwayne, Man," he
chided, "Darla Jean wants you to get your shit together and FUCK her!
Jeezus!  Isn't that right, Sweetie?"  Somehow, Darla Jean contrived to nod.
"Now put the meat to the poor girl, willya?"  Darla Jean started caressing
Dwayne's sides and upper back, too, trying to impart a sense of urgency --
the throat thing was no fun!

	Dwayne got mad.  Fuckin' Ted!  What an asshole!  But the anger
covered fear; Dwayne didn't want to go head to head with Ted -- which was
why he'd allowed the current situation to come to pass in the first place...
Deciding that it was time to get his, he started seriously pounding away at
Darla Jean, setting up a driving rhythm punctuated by impacts of his pubic
bone on hers.

	This was FINE with Darla Jean!  Ted's attempts to stuff her throat
weren't a whole lot of fun, but the little flashes that Dwayne's impacts on
her clitoris brought her helped her to deal with it, if not ignore it.
Every third stroke or so by Ted caused her to curl up and retch, but the
curling lifted her hips for Dwayne to get in a better shot.  Ted's pattern
seemed to stop just short of making her vomit -- she was drooling spit
everywhere -- but she was coping, and, periodically, succeeding in taking
him as deep as he seemed to want.  As the whole thing became less effort,
more and more of her attention shifted back to the fire in her loins --
which Dwayne was seriously fanning, at this point.  The waves built and
built, and she let go of herself and allowed instinct to curl her hips up
and make her scratch Dwayne's flanks, urging him on.  Guttural sounds
emerged around Ted's cock, and he laughed, "You're gettin' to her now, Man!
Go for the gusto!" while he milked her nipples with his fingers.

	"Fuck, you, Man!" Dwayne grunted, but he was in the pipe, on final
approach -- nothing would stop him from shooting, now!  He lit into Darla
Jean even harder, looking for that last little bit...

	He found it, too -- but not before Darla Jean!  Suddenly, she went
"GOOOOOO!!!!" around Ted's cock and locked up, stiff as a board, while her
inner lining clamped down on Dwayne to the point that they could BOTH feel
every vein and ridge in his swollen member.  This triggered Dwayne, and he
held himself buried as his cock pulsed again and again, pouring a flood of
white goo into his rubber.

	Ted backed off; if she was gonna cum THAT hard, she might bite him
by accident!  But he rubbed his cock in her face and hair as she moaned and
undulated to what was obviously a BIG cum...

	Dwayne crawled off and plopped on the bench, and Ted ragged him,
"You're done, aren't you, Wild Man?  All fucked out..."

	"Well, it WAS two!" Dwayne wheezed.

	Ted came around beside Darla Jean.  "SHE ain't done, are ya,
Sweetie?"  He reached out and slid a finger along Darla Jean's puffy slit
and she arched herself, the sensitive aftermath of her orgasm making the
touch partake equally of Heaven and Hell.  "See?  She's still sparky!  You
want Uncle Ted's fuck stick in you, Sweetie?"  He rubbed his cock along her
belly.

	Darla Jean said nothing, but her body's cravings betrayed her.  The
animal passion that had carried her through the last orgasm pricked up it's
ears at the offer and the touch of the fingers playing in her hot twat and
her legs splayed further, automatically.  It was embarrassing, and Ted was a
total bastard, but...

	"Well, you totally fucked this up, you cocksucker, so you might as
well get yours before we both go to jail for rape," Dwayne grunted,
surfacing a rubber.  "Here."

	Ted took it and held it, but turned hot eyes on Darla Jean while he
debated.  Darla Jean could read him as though the words were being chalked
in the air above him: It'd be a big ego thing to ride her and dump his spunk
in her, making her his, if only for the moment -- but if she came up
pregnant, he wouldn't escape the consequences...  A light went on, and he
grinned evilly, continuing to defeat her will by working her clitoris with
his thumb while two fingers wriggled in her sopping tunnel.  "If you want
protection," he grated, "YOU put it on..."

	Darla Jean grimaced.  There went the rape charge; if she put a
rubber on him, the whole thing went to shades of grey too light to grant any
expectation of a conviction -- but she was DAMNED sure she didn't want
children from the likes of HIM...  Not fucking wasn't in the cards; Darla
Jean was too hot.  Dwayne had made a fine appetizer, but he wasn't a main
course...  She reached down to grasp Ted's cock with her right hand and held
out her left for the rubber.

	Ted grinned triumphantly and ripped the packet, handing Darla Jean
the prophylactic with a flourish.  Turning to Dwayne, he rubbed it in,
"Darla Jean's a classic -- she went from dead thing to nympho in one fell
swoop!  I'm sorry, Man -- you just ain't got enough going there to hold
her..."

	"You suck, Man!"

	"Hey, not your fault!  You'd be fine for a normal chick!  Maybe you
oughta ask Darla Jean to hook you up with one of her girlfriends!"  Ted
leered.  "Anyway, I figure that this would have been your first and last
pass with Darla Jean, anyway, so you're not losing out."  Turning to Darla
Jean, he said, "Ain't that right?"

	Darla Jean didn't look up, she just nodded, jacking Ted's cock while
figuring out which way the rubber was rolled with her other hand.
Embarrassment had her running bright pink.

	"Now, me, on the other hand," Ted bragged, "well, that's open to
debate!"

	Darla Jean locked eyes with Ted and glared.  No way!  No FUCKING way
was this bastard EVER getting between HER legs again!

	Both boys picked up the glare.  "Howcum you're not talking?" Dwayne
asked.

	"Mouf hurts," Darla Jean got out.  Dwayne eyed her critically; yeah
her lips were puffier than usual.  Ted just cackled.

	Darla Jean got the rubber on, and Ted moved onto the bench.  "No
need to stand on ceremony!  Raise your legs, Sweetie, and let Uncle Ted show
you some REAL fucking!"

	Darla Jean did so, and Ted took up the position Dwayne had used
previously -- only he wasn't slow and gentle about it, but rammed his cock
into her as soon as it was aligned with her opening!

	"Ooof!" Darla Jean got out, then Ted started slamming, obviously
going for his, and to Hell with Darla Jean!  For the vast majority of girls,
this might have been godawful, a traumatic experience -- but Darla Jean had
come to terms with what was in store some time back.  Besides, Ted was a
fucking bastard but he had a nice cock -- a bit more than Dwayne, but
somewhat less than Randall -- and his go to Hell style was a better match
for Darla Jean's temperament than Dwayne's gentler advances.  The first
couple of strokes were painful, but Darla Jean got into it almost
immediately, clutching him to her and wrapping her legs around his upper
thighs.  Yeah, embarrassing as it was, this pounding attack was scratching
her itch!  Not as good as Randall, who managed to cooperate without being
overly gentle and had more to go around, but it was working -- she was going
to cum, probably before the bastard fired off in her!

	"Damn!  You got a SWEEEET pussy, Babycakes!  Maybe I'll hang out and
work you hard enough you'll forget just how it was I got here..."  Ted
shifted his stroke, paying more attention to his partner, and Darla Jean
began to understand why some girls dated bastards the likes of Ted.  Sure,
he was manipulative, and grasping, and had no real concern for anyone else,
but as a side-effect he managed to elicit a certain masochistic joy...  Her
clit was taking grazing impacts at the rate of about two a second, igniting
nerves all over her body...

	Dwayne looked on, disgusted.  Shit!  Ted was right!  Darla Jean was
red all over, hunched rigid, and her ass was moving like crazy!  As he
watched, her eyes rolled up and she went totally stiff, holding Ted in place
with her crossed legs, grunting, "Hrrrrgh!  Hrrrrgh!  Hrrrrgh!"

	Ted cackled, "Holy shit!  What a cock massage!  Damn!"  Darla Jean
sagged back and he added, "Let's go for two, shall we?"  He leaned back into
it, then glanced over at Dwayne.  "Jeez, Dude, why don't you play with her
nips or something!  I know you're all fucked out, but you can always get her
to lick the cream off it..."

	As angry and humiliated as he was, that sounded like a good idea to
Dwayne, who stepped around to Darla Jean's hanging head, knelt up, and
presented his cock.  Darla Jean, who had been somewhat secretly pleased that
her position with her head over the edge of the bench kept her from even
having to LOOK at Ted, locked eyes with Dwayne and opened her mouth.
"Aaahhh!" Dwayne moaned as she set to work, gently licking and sucking his
now-shrunken but over-sensitive meat.

	Darla Jean was happy enough with this; Dwayne wasn't ramming away at
her now sore mouth.  When he reached out and started recreationally toying
with her nipples, things got even better.  But of course, Ted had to try to
ruin it...  "You're gonna make someone a fine slut, Darla Jean!  Do you
think you'll ever be able to settle for just one guy again?  You got the
makings of a real gang-bang girl..."

	"Shut up, Ted!" Dwayne rasped.  "It's not HER fault YOU'RE a
bastard; we're damned lucky she isn't trying to scream her head off!  Things
woulda gone just fine without YOU sticking your dick in things!  Now, we're
BOTH probably fucked..."

	"Nah.  She'd have a helluva time convincing a jury that she was
raped when it got out that SHE put the rubber on me!  Think about it!  We're
home free, aren't we, Sweetie?"

	Darla Jean took Dwayne gently by the hips, pushed him back, and
gasped out, "Shut up and fuck, Ted!  I want you GONE!"  Then she pulled
Dwayne back in.

	"Sure you do, Sweetie, sure you do.  When I leave, who'll do this?"
Ted went nuts, instituting a series of jackhammer strokes.

	Darla Jean reacted; basically, she had no choice.  Moaning, she
began to surge back, tightening up and presenting her channel for Ted's
driving attack.  She accommodated to his rhythm and began to hunch in
counterpoint as she hit the plateau from which orgasm was a short jump.  The
urge to rut having taken her again, she started making serious love to the
cock in her mouth, sucking and nursing and caressing it with her tongue.

	Dwayne surprised himself by producing his third erection in thirty
minutes.  While he doubted seriously that he could cum again, Darla Jean's
lips and tongue sure felt good...

	Darla Jean, again reduced to a creature that craved pleasure, was
gratified by the growth and began to deliver a real blowjob, using her hands
on Dwayne's hips to move his length along her lips and into her mouth.  The
uncritical part of her, divorced from the situation and it's charged
overtones, was taking the act as it was presented without the external
issues; whether it was rape or not was irrelevant, as was how she would feel
in the morning.  For the moment, the sexy animal in her only cared that he
was enjoying it; maybe he would cum again -- wouldn't that be nice?  More
complex considerations were overlaid by the buzz of Darla Jean's nerve
endings as the pleasure continued to radiate from her gently milked nipples
and inner vagina, punctuated by the flashes of clitoral stimulation that Ted
was bringing her.  Ted's contribution to the current situation was
irrelevant, too; forgotten was her hatred and disgust for him -- these
things were irrelevant to the moment.  Right now, he was the male who was
bringing her pleasure, pounding her, owning her -- the male who would soon
deposit his seed in her.  The wall of sparks was rising, blotting out
everything else...  Her ears began to roar, and the cyclone rushed through
her again!  "Hrrrrgh!  Hrrrgh!  Hrrrgh!"

	Ted was close.  When she started clamping down on him, he continued
to move, but more slowly, allowing her to milk him.  It took only a moment
before he erupted, "Wooo! Hoooo!  Damn, that's some fine pussy!" while his
cock surged and swelled to and even greater size.

	Even then, though, Ted's basic nature overrode everything else.
Snatching his cock from her pulsing twat, he ripped off the rubber and
gushed semen all over Darla Jean's chest and belly -- even hitting Dwayne!
He stood there, pumping his cock and jeering, "That's all you get, Sweetie
-- but I gave you my load, after all, didn't I?"  Teasing pleasure out of
his cock with his hand wasn't quite as good as pumping her twat full, but
adding a bit of humiliation more than made up for it...

	"Jeezus, Man!" Dwayne howled.

	"Aww, shut up -- it'll wash off.  Get her to lick it off!"  Ted
reached for his jeans.  "I see my work is done, here..."  Whistling, he
tucked himself back together and headed for the door.  "Stick your hand in
her gash, Man, and give her the whole ride."

	Dwayne reached down and captured Darla Jean's clitoral hood between
two fingers, sliding them back and forth more or less instinctively,
provoking more surging hunches and more cock-gobbling.

	Ted stepped into his shoes.  "You can pop her in the shower,
after...  Don't forget to lock up!"  Chuckling, he stalked out.

	Darla Jean was still surging gently.  Pushing Dwayne back, she
husked, "I need a little more...  gentle...  to come down..."

	"I got no more rubbers..."

	"Pull out.  Or I'll suck it..." Darla Jean gasped.

	"Okay."  Darla Jean had Dwayne going again; he was disinclined to be
critical.  He snatched the towels up off the floor and handed them to Darla
Jean with his off hand -- the one that wasn't working her clit.  "Hold
these."  Then he went around to her hips and started tugging, "Lift your
head."

	Darla Jean, mere putty at this point, complied, and he got her head
back onto the bench in basically their original position.  He took the
towels and rasped, "Lift your head," and repositioning was complete as he
re-pillowed her head.  Then he knelt up and slipped himself inside...

	"Ummmm," Darla Jean moaned.  Ted had reamed the Hell out of her, but
she'd cum and was still pulsating, so her twat had tightened back up.
Dwayne's cock felt wonderful...  She was about half-rational, and started
babbling in a random fashion whatever was going through her head, "Don't
just pull out like that -- that was mean.  I'd rather get pregnant than just
suddenly go empty like that in the middle of an orgasm...  Do what you want
-- cum if you can -- I just want to enjoy the feel of you in me..."
Dwayne's cock gave her that pleasantly full feeling; it was MUCH better than
nothing.  Ted might be a great fuck, but he had no sense of after-care...
The bastard...  Darla Jean's mind drifted on a cloud of pleasure that
Dwayne's cock in her extended further and further.  She rubbed his back and
moaned as he lowered his head to suckle at a nipple; Dwayne was actually
kind of sweet...

	Dwayne sensed that an attempt to bring her to orgasm again would
probably end in failure, so he took her at her word and went looking for his
own pleasure, delivering hers as a side-effect.  Two cums had slowed his
recovery down considerably, but Darla Jean's pussy felt wonderful and he was
certain that he could cum again if he had the time...

	He had the time.  Dwayne's more gentle efforts -- more authoritative
than his first pass, but less urgently abusive than Ted's -- held her adrift
on an ocean of pleasure, generating an itch and scratching it at the same
time.  It seemed to go on and on, gentle waves rocking her with his slower,
but still metronomic, stroking.  After a few minutes, she surprised them
both as she felt herself gently lifted again to a gentle orgasm, "Ohh!
Oohhh!!!  OOOOHHH!!!" clenching herself to the surprised Dwayne for a moment
before collapsing back and moaning, "Oh, that was nice..."

	This imparted the confidence and excitement Dwayne needed to finish;
her pussy had told him she wasn't faking -- he'd really done it!  Again!
His urgency increased, and he gasped, "I'm gonna cum, now..."

	Darla Jean was done, and rationality was slowly returning.  The ride
was over, but Dwayne had been there for her...  "Hop off and I'll suck you!"
she offered.

	"Okay..."  Dwayne gritted his teeth as he backed awkwardly off and
got to his feet.  Darla Jean just managed to get her languid limbs under her
and sit up when he reached for her head, "Now!  Now!"

	She leaned forward, those soft lips captured his glans, and he
exploded, "AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!!"  The amount of semen wasn't nearly up
to the sensations involved -- a mere trickle -- but his cock pulsed mightily
anyway as wave after wave rolled over him, weakening his knees as he
clutched Darla Jean's head to him.  Darla Jean milked him, giving him a
return on the pleasure he had granted her, sliding her tongue along the
pulsing underside of his cock and working her lips on his glans and his
shaft, caressing it gently and bringing unbearable sensations to it.  In a
moment, he pushed her gently away and plopped onto the bench beside her to
catch his breath, "Damn!"  He pulled her narrow frame to him and cuddled her
while they both tried to get their bearings.

	Darla Jean came down, finally, and the world rushed in.  Her
actions, Dwayne's, and Ted's began to take on implications, each more ugly
than the last.  She shook herself free of Dwayne and began to sob.

	"What's wrong?" he asked, baffled.  Hadn't they moved beyond this?

	"Why didn't you stop him?" Darla Jean accused through her tears.

	Dwayne hung his head.  "Well," he sighed, "probably for the same
reasons you didn't do too much resisting:  I didn't want to stop what I was
doing..."  He wiped his face.  "And, ultimately, because I knew I couldn't.
If we'd had a fight, it would have just been harder on everybody; Ted
probably would have treated you worse, and I...  I'd have given up mine..."

	Another girl might have been inconsolable, but Darla Jean was cursed
with intellect.  She played scenarios in her mind -- and realized that
Dwayne was right.  Quite aside from his selfishness in not wanting to stop
fucking her (which she was unable to blame him for as it had its reflection
in her), any attempt by Dwayne to interfere with Ted would probably have
erupted in violence to Dwayne and violence to her.  Ted would have still
raped her, but he'd have probably beaten Dwayne bloody, then been even more
vicious with her -- and in the presence of possible charges and no friendly
witnesses, he might have been tempted to do something REALLY rash...  After
a LOOOONG two minutes, she sighed and agreed, "Yeah, you're right -- it
would have been a mess.  But you KNOW he's going to go out and ruin my
reputation..."

	"Yeah," Dwayne agreed, pulling her back to him.  "You're right,
Darla Jean.  And he'll probably fuck me over, too..."  He hugged her to him.
"I'm sorry -- I should have checked better.  I KNOW the doors are locked..."

	"He planned it."  Darla Jean shook his head.  "He knew it was coming
down, and he hid himself somewhere, waiting for us to get to where we did.
If we hadn't done it, he probably had some kind of backup plan.  It's MY
fault for being so damned obvious..."

	"If you hadn't been, I don't know how I'd have ever gotten the
message...  Or the guts to act on it..."  Dwayne sighed.  "Let's get that
shower..."  Darla Jean nodded, and they staggered into the shower room
together.

                         --------------------

	Beth Ann Nevins knew trouble when she saw it; Darla Jean came
through the door a good deal later than usual with rain clouds hanging over
her head, ""Hon?  What's up?"

	'Nothing,' was the safe answer, but one look at her mother said it
wouldn't fly.  "Is Dad home?"

	"He's in the shower."  Beth Ann neglected to mention why -- all this
sex stuff with Darla Jean had gotten her juices flowing and she'd virtually
attacked Andre on his arrival home.

	"Let's go upstairs..."

	'Uh oh...'  Beth Ann nodded and followed her daughter to her room,
where they duplicated the seating arrangement of a few days before.  Beth
Ann settled herself in the task chair and murmured, "Okay..."

	Darla Jean covered her face.  "I fucked up."

	Beth Ann opened her mouth for the reflexive upbraiding over
language, but quelled it.  "How?"

	"I got cocky.  I've been scoping a jock for the last few days, and
having the pills made me feel protected, even though I knew they'd take a
while.  I've been hot to get more ever since the first time, and so I got
really obvious with the boy so he'd do something..."

	"I'm guessing he did?" Beth Ann sensed that this wasn't about
fucking without protection...

	"Well, yeah, but that's not the problem..."

	"You got caught?" her mother floundered.

	"Ummm, yes and no.  The boy turned out to be a decent sort, but he
wasn't... particularly gifted..."

	Beth Ann giggled -- she couldn't help herself!  "That happens..."

	Darla Jean rubbed her face.  "Okay, so, it happened kind of weird.
We sort of made a date -- nothing clear -- for after basketball practice.
Then the basketball coach got this telephone call and had to leave early and
Dwayne..."  She paused, but her mother nodded, taking in the context, so she
went on, "Well, he saw an opportunity, and offered to lock up.  He ran
everybody out and locked up, and we started making out in the Boys' Locker
Room."

	"And?"  Nothing revealed yet warranted Darla Jean's attitude.

	"Well, it wasn't REALLY making out -- we basically just jumped to
sex -- I kind of instigated that, because it's really all I wanted from
him..."

	"Darla Jean!" Beth Ann shook her head.

	"I know -- but he's a jock!  They're not generally going to be able
to keep me happy OUTSIDE of bed!  I wanted to compare him with..."  Darla
Jean shut up.

	Beth Ann waited, but the name wasn't forthcoming.  "Okay, go on -- I
still haven't heard the punch line, have I?"

	"No."  Darla Jean stewed for a minute.  "We got started, and, well,
he was nice and gentle, but not that big..."

	"How big?"

	"I didn't have a ruler, Mother!  Six inches?  Maybe a bit less?"

	"Honey, that's about average..."

	"It is?"  Darla Jean's assessment of Randall jerked up another
notch.  "Huh..."  She shrugged it off.  "Anyway, I was just starting to
finally get close -- Dwayne was a little TOO gentle -- and another boy
walked in..."

	"Oh."

	"Yeah.  It was deliberate -- not on Dwayne's part, on Ted's.  He
deliberately hid and waited until we were both VERY close..."

	"What did Dwayne do?"

	"Well, not much.  You see, Ted is a nasty character.  The choices
boiled down to finishing what he was doing and letting whatever happen, and
stopping, getting the crap beaten out of him and letting whatever happen --
and having THAT be probably worse, too.  Dwayne chose to finish up."  Darla
Jean hung her head.  "I did, too."

	Beth Ann merely accepted this.  "What did this Ted do?"

	"Well, to start, he f-fucked my face..."

	"They call that a blow job, Hon."

	"No, Mother," Darla Jean asserted.  "I gave Dwayne a blow job -- my
first, but he didn't complain -- when it became clear that he wasn't going
to last very long the first time.  Ted just held my head and stuck his dick
as far down my throat as he could get it.  A blowjob is kind of voluntary,
and I wasn't volunteering.  I think he split my lower lip..."  Darla Jean
fingered it.

	"Ummm, I stand corrected," Beth Ann replied.  "Then what happened?"

	"Dwayne and I finished, and Ted climbed on..."

	Beth Ann flinched.  "Umm, maybe this could wait, but -- did you use
rubbers?"

	"Yeah."  Darla Jean sighed.

	"They're that bad?"

	"No," Darla Jean amplified, "It's what went with them.  Ted told me
I had one of two choices:  I could put the rubber on him -- which would
seriously weaken my rape case -- or I could chance having his kid.  I sure
didn't want THAT!"

	"This guy's an asshole," Beth Ann ranted, her language surprising
her daughter no end.  "Obviously, he thoroughly browbeat both of you..."

	Darla Jean nodded.  "The worst of it was that while he didn't really
care any too much whether I enjoyed things to start with, he was...
better... than Dwayne.  A little bigger... rougher... more aggressive...  I
hated his guts, but I responded to that...  He made sure he embarrassed both
of us by making me cum twice..."

	Beth Ann stepped forward and cradled her daughter's head to her, "I
like to be ridden hard, too, Hon.  It's a family trait."

	"Well, he did everything he could to ruin it for us.  He jerked
himself out of me in the middle of my second orgasm, ripped the rubber off,
and squirted cum all over me -- and Dwayne..."

	"He ought to be locked up!" Beth Ann hissed.

	"Well," Darla Jean sobbed, "he won't be THIS time!  And his version
of the tale will be all over school tomorrow, and everyone will think I'm a
slut, and Dwayne..."

	"I don't think you owe Dwayne anything..."

	"Mother, he treated me nice, and then that bastard Ted came along
and got me to cum twice!  How do you think he felt?" Darla Jean wailed.
"But then he went right back to being nice, helping me recover from Ted's
being a bastard -- he even got me to cum again!  And he helped me clean
up..."  She shook her head.  "From a reputation standpoint, he'd actually do
better saying he was a co-conspirator -- telling people how it REALLY
happened will make him look wimpy.  And of course THAT will paint me as a
TOTAL slut..."  She buried her face and her shoulders shook.

	"Do you know what he's going to do?" Beth Ann asked.

	"No," Darla Jean sniffled.  "But he's REALLY pissed at Ted; Ted made
him look bad, three or four ways."

	Beth Ann shook her head.  "Well, it could go any one of several ways
-- and none of them is going to be particularly good for you!"  She sighed.
"I... had a reputation when I was your age, too.  Your father... well, it
helped and it hurt, when he was trying to decide whether to date me.  I kind
of did what you were doing -- sampling the available population -- but I was
pretty haphazard about it.  Fortunately, there was no AIDS..."  She shook
her head, "Believe it or not, I was a party girl -- if you got a little
booze in me, in particular, I was up for just about anything..."  The look
on her face spoke volumes -- obviously, she had some wild memories.  "And
people were even more stuffy, then -- or at least the older generation was.
We were doing the 'free love' thing..."

	"Wow!"  Darla Jean was floored!  Mother?  A 'party animal'?  "You
never did the, uh, both ends thing like I did, did you?"

	"Honey, you know there are three places you can be penetrated,
right?"

	"Well, yeah," Darla Jean's eyes popped.

	"There's a term for when you take a... cock -- yes, I know the words
-- in all three places at once; they call it 'being checked for air-
tightness'.  I used to like that, when I was drunk..."  'Or high,' she
amended to herself.  At this point, Beth Ann didn't want to legitimize her
few experimental run-ins with pot and pills.  "When you like to ride hard,
multiple partners kind of goes with the territory..."

	Darla Jean was floored!  Mother?  A sexpot?  "So what happened?"

	"Your father happened.  He went to a LOT of effort to 'reform' me --
and he had all the tools.  I've told you it's not a coincidence that your
room is on this end of the house, and ours is on the other; I wear him out
regularly.  But sometimes..."  Beth Ann shut up, but her eyes said that she
had fond memories of the 'good old days'.  "I've settled down quite a
bit..."  She stopped woolgathering, "You're going to have to keep a low
profile..."

	"Yeah."  Darla Jean wiped her nose.

	"If this goes the way you seem to think it's going, you'll be
getting a lot of offers -- from boys you want no part of.  And none from
those you do..."

	"I know."

	"... And you're not going to want to pass ALL of them up..."

	"Uh huh."

	"It's gonna be a tough time until things settle a bit.  The smart
thing to do would be to take yourself out of circulation for a bit, if
possible..."

	"Stop having sex?"

	"Well, that, or settle on one boy..."  Beth Ann eyed her daughter
sidelong.

	"Well, that's the trick, isn't it?" Darla Jean replied.  "It WAS the
grand plan, all along..."

	Beth Ann chuckled, then sobered.  "This is 'way late, but are you
hurt?"

	"Ummm, I'm gonna be sore for a day or two, and my lip's a little
puffy, but..."

	Beth Ann nodded.  "I figured there couldn't be much, or it would
have come up.  What about, well, trauma?  I know you're feeling some guilt
right now, and you opened yourself up for what happened -- but there is
plenty of blame to go around, and this Ted character sounds like the one
with the most to shoulder.  Are you blaming Dwayne?  Boys in general?"

	"Ummm," Darla Jean searched her conscience.  "Dwayne... did what was
best for both of us.  And he took care of me afterwards, when he could have
just walked out and left me messed up.  I think I'm okay with boys in
general, although I want Ted's head on a plate..."

	"Okay," Beth Ann sighed.  "Come talk to me any time you need to --
and don't worry about it; whatever awful thing you think you've done, I
probably can top it.  But for now, I'd better get dinner going or your
father will figure out something's up..."  Darla Jean nodded, and Beth Ann
headed downstairs.