Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 04
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: F-solo voy mf MF oral anal nc

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 4
Girl Talk and Videos

	Nora and Mary shared lunch, and it was their usual catch-up time.
Nibbling on a carrot stick, Mary broached the subject, "So, how's the new
boyfriend?"

	Nora glanced up from her burger.  She knew why Mary settled for raw
vegetables, poor thing, but she needed something a bit more substantial.
"Oddly enough, he's just fine.  Dina was right; all he needed was a little
carrot and a lot less stick.  I figure with a little work, he'll even be
presentable in public!"  She grinned.  "Seriously, though, Nate is a lot
sweeter than anybody would have guessed.  What about YOU and your male
harem?"

	Nora expected one of Mary's slightly snide comebacks, followed by
some
serious bragging, but instead, she was slightly hesitant and a lot more
serious.  "You want the truth, or the official story?"  Nora's head came up,
and Mary glanced around to see if they were in any danger of being
overheard.  "I'm gonna bust a gut if I don't tell SOMEBODY..."

	Nora leaned in.  "Why don't you start with the official story, and
then pick it to pieces."

	"All right."  Mary put her hands flat on the table and leaned
forward
earnestly.  "The official story is that we all got drunk and watched porn
flicks, and I took on all comers.  There's a lot of truth to it, but it
doesn't begin to cover what REALLY went on..."  She glanced around again.
"This can go nowhere; I'm telling you because you're my best friend and I
have to tell SOMEBODY, but if it gets out..."  She shrugged.  "Well, people
could get hurt.  And I'd KNOW who did it!"

	"Oooo, secrets!" Nora exclaimed.  "Cool!"  Then she settled down,
"Okay, I promise -- I won't tell a soul."

	"Okay."  Mary's eyes moved constantly, watching for eavesdroppers,
and
Nora got the point -- this was going to be serious.  "You know which way
Teddy's been leaning..."  Nora nodded.  "Well, Saturday night, he ducked
into the Men's Room and was giving anonymous blowjobs.  I guess that there
was a hole between a couple of the stalls, or something -- guys stuck their
cocks through and Teddy gave 'em head."

	Nora nodded, excited.  It was a pretty interesting concept...

	"Well, about midnight, Teddy comes out of the bathroom like his tail
feathers are on fire, and parks next to me.  A couple of minutes later,
Stick comes wandering out of the Men's Room with cum on his shoe, and starts
casually pumping me for the names of recent passers-by.  Teddy got nervous,
and I added two and two and got six --then proceeded to take advantage of
it!"

	"Oh, Holy Shit!  You mean?"

	"Yeah.  Turns out Teddy'd drained Stick's balls, and Stick enjoyed
it
a lot and was looking for a re-match."  Mary chuckled.  "Teddy had been
pissing and moaning about taking me home alone, but now I had him by the
balls.  I got him to offer to take Stick, too -- ostensibly to provide him
with some safety -- by threatening to out him to Stick, who was all set to
put a dress on him and keep him for a girlfriend, if he could catch him.
Teddy said later he'd threatened to do just that in the Men's Room."

	Nora tittered, and Mary continued, "Well, we went to my house, and
up
the back stairs to my room..."

	"You mean your apartment!" Nora interjected.

	Mary nodded.  "Yeah.  Stick's eyes just about bugged out of his head
-- poor guy sleeps on a broken-down couch at home, I found out.  Anyway, I
was out of my party dress and into my green nightie before they'd stopped
arguing over which brand of beer to drink."  She grinned.

	Nora laughed.  "THAT short thing?  It shows about everything, when
you
sit down!"

	Mary wiggled her eyebrows.  "...Which I did, almost immediately.
Teddy was so scared, he was about to pee his pants, so we sent him off to
the bathroom with a beer."  She shook her head.  "I think he chugged it; he
was fucked up when he came out."  She sat forward.  "In the meantime, I had
a heart to heart talk with Stick.  I outed Teddy, but warned Stick that if
he abused him, I'd tell everybody that Stick was queer, too.  That slowed
him 'way down..."  Mary grinned, remembering.  "Then I threw a porn flick in
the VCR, dragged Teddy out of the bathroom, and triggered the man-trap!"

	Nora shook her head.  "What did you do?  I don't quite
understand..."

	Mary grinned.  "I made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse.  Neither
of
them had ever had pussy, and both were so hard up that gay sex looked good.
I told 'em that they could try anything they wanted with each other, right
there -- but both of 'em had to fuck me!"

	"And?"  Nora was amazed.

	"And then the wild shit started," Mary confirmed.  "Lemme see --
first, we had Show and Tell -- the boys hadn't really been exposed to the
real thing -- then some round-robin clit diddling and cocksucking.  I drank
about a quart from Teddy, which caused him to kinda lose interest, so Stick
poked me with his while Teddy and I swapped spit...  Is this all too graphic
for ya?"  She grinned from ear to ear.

	"NO!" Nora was fascinated!  An orgy!  Or at least a... menage?
Something French...

	Mary grinned.  "After that, the boys tried a few things while I sat
out, just lending a hand here and there.  After a while, I started to feel
left out, so I found a spot to link up and we did this sandwich thing with
Teddy in the middle..."

	Nora frowned, trying to picture it.  Anything she came up with was a
homosexual act...  Mary let her off the hook.  "Stick had Teddy's ass, and I
had his cock.  And it was very, very good!  I've been right to be hunting
the little shit all this time..."

	Nora continued to frown, absorbing this.  "So they did the whole gay
sex thing?  Where does that leave everybody?"

	Mary shrugged.  "Well, they did the whole straight sex thing, too,
and
that was at least equally successful.  I figure Stick could do without
getting sex from guys without even thinking about it -- but he's not
terribly embarrassed about it, either, and Teddy sucks a mean cock and his
ass is pretty good, too, sooo..."  She frowned.  "If anybody's confused
right now, it's probably Teddy.  The boy likes cock, and he's good at what
he does -- he had himself all convinced he was queer -- but he's discovered
that he likes pussy, too, and he's VERY good at that!  You haven't lived
until you've had his tongue in your pussy!"

	"Gawd, Mary!  The things you say!" Nora laughed, her face pink.
"What
about YOU?"

	"Me?"  Mary sat back, and her eyelids drooped.  "I think I can take
my
pick."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah," Mary sighed, "but it's not going to be easy.  They're very
different, but both very good..."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah.  Stick's pretty laid back and confident -- and once he gets
going, he's a machine!  Teddy -- well, you know Teddy; he's still kind of a
little boy.  Still, there's something in each of them that needs
mothering..."

	"Teddy's pretty small, all around.  I don't suppose he's got much,
down there..." Nora ventured.

	"Well, you'd be right -- and you'd be wrong," Mary returned.
"You're
right in that his cock isn't awful long -- but it's got this huge, wide
head, like a mushroom!  It's like THIS, for Christs' sake!"  She made an 'O'
by joining the thumb and forefinger of each hand to demonstrate Teddy's
amazing girth.  "It's like being done with a bathroom plunger!  Stick said
Beulah Tyrone would sit up and take notice!  Frankly, there's no way Teddy's
ever gonna get a cherry -- no virgin could take him!"

	"No shit!  Wow!" Nora exclaimed.  THAT was sure a surprise!  "And
Stick?"

	"Couldn't be more different.  His cock is built like he is -- narrow
and LOOOOONG!  When he did me, he hit bottom -- and kept going!  And was
THAT weird!" Mary exclaimed.

	"Huh?" Nora frowned in confusion.

	"I don't know how I managed it, but Stick popped right through my
cervix!  It was weird!  Hurt a little bit, but it was good, too!  Kind of a
good sore, like picking a scab..." Nora nodded; she'd experienced the
sensation, too.  Mary went on, "He's damned good with it; once in the
saddle, he just goes and goes..."  Mary got wistful.  "I could use another
shot of that..."

	"Are you gonna get one?" Nora asked.

	"Yeah, I figure.  Saturday night went REAL well -- nobody felt any
pressure.  Both of 'em have basically said they'll be back.  From the way
they've been acting the past couple of days, I'd say that they were both
telling the truth."

	"What about the gay sex thing?"

	Mary shrugged.  "I don't mind.  I think they're both gonna discover
they're basically straight -- bi, worst case.  There seems to be plenty of
room for me, and I know that when things settle out, I'll have most of
whichever one I pick, even if he still wants to play man games.  Stick, for
instance: he won't settle out queer -- he just wants to be on top.  I had to
browbeat him into sucking Teddy's cock, warning him that it wasn't fair to
Teddy for him to just pump juice into the boy from both ends -- he's NEVER
gonna take a cock up that skinny ass, ESPECIALLY that fat monster of
Teddy's!"

	Nora just sat there, her face a mask of wonder.  "I can't believe
you
talked a boy into sucking another boy's cock!"

	Mary shrugged.  "It was only fair.  Poor Teddy was willing to take
it
in both ends!  If he turns out queer, what kind of a relationship is that?
How would YOU like to just give blowjobs and be fucked in the ass all the
time, and not even get your pussy licked?"  Mary's eyes twinkled.  "HAVE you
been fucked in the ass?  Have you even had that pussy licked?  Well?  It's
your turn -- give!"

	Nora colored.  "Um, no ass, yet, but Nate has a pretty good tongue.
Oh, and a NICE cock..."  Her tone as she said this spoke volumes.

	Mary smiled.  "So, Nate took your cherry Saturday night.  How was
it?
Knowing Nate, it was rough in spots, I figure."

	Nora's retort was arch, "Then you DON'T know Nate!  He was
incredibly
gentle, sorry it hurt -- you have no idea!  I practically raped him -- not
vice versa!  He was willing to stop any time, wait until another day...
Once we'd settled on the ground rules, and Nate was sure I wasn't just
messing with his head, well, there was a whole other Nate in there..."
Nora's eyes were starry.

	"Well, I'll be damned!  Who'd have thought that?  Congratulations,
Sweetie!  So he's not just the climb on and pump type, huh?"

	"Oh, no!" Nora averred.  She eyed Mary sidelong, embarrassed.
"Tenisha might tell; she knows quite a bit, since we did it at her house.
She was making out with Draper..."

	"Oh?  So her and Draper took, too?"

	"Uh huh.  They went upstairs, and I'm pretty sure Draper got her
cherry, too -- but not before I acted like a total slut in front of the pair
of them.  I got a grip on Nate's cock, and I just went nuts!  It's
embarrassing, now, to think about it.  I just couldn't get enough!  The
smell, the feel, the taste..."  Nora shook herself and came back.  "I was a
wild woman; Nate had to borrow a rubber from Draper.  If one of them talks,
my rep is TOTALLY destroyed."

	Mary sat back and laughed, her torso jiggling.  "So you raped Nate?
THAT's a switch!"

	Nora smiled through her embarrassment, "Well, it wasn't QUITE rape,
since Nate was more than willing -- but he'd have stopped any time."  She
shook her head in wonder.  "And he LOVES my ass!  He just rubs it and
squeezes it, and babbles about how sweet it is...  To me, it's just fucking
huge..."

	"You're gonna have to let him stick his dick in it..."  Mary's grin
was huge.

	Nora made a face.  "Doesn't sound too nice."

	"If he's gentle," Mary argued, "-- and you SAY he is -- you can cum
that way, believe it or not.  It's different from having your pussy ironed
from the inside, but it can be real pleasant; a little clit-diddling, and
BOOM!"  Actually, the only time Mary had ever done it, clit-diddling hadn't
been required, but she felt it was best to suggest the idea to Nora, just in
case...  "Cumming is mostly in your head, Hon -- if you're happy and not
hung up, it'll happen.  You'd be amazed at the things that get people off."

	'Maybe not,' Nora thought, thinking of her father.  "So, you've had
anal sex?"

	Mary sighed.  "What, you don't know?  Everybody ELSE in school does!
Nick Pendergast saw to THAT!"

	"I heard something..."

	Mary chuckled wryly.  "That was the night I discovered alcohol.  One
beer, and I was looped.  Nick had a hand in my panties while I was still
trying to figure out how many he had.  He rode me to two climaxes, then
rolled me over and worked it into my ass.  Afterwards, I was in love, but
Nick was looking for a wild tale about what a stud he was.  Forty eight
hours later, the whole world knew I was a slut."

	"That's a little harsh..."

	"No, Hon -- it's true.  I'm a slut.  I LOVE sex -- and for me,
that's
a drawing card!  Otherwise, I'd have no contact with boys at all!" Mary
grinned.

	"Well, maybe.  If loving sex is all it takes to be a slut, I'm one,
too.  Sex with Nate is...."  Nora relied on the look to cover the
indescribable.

	Mary laughed.  "Give him some ass, sometime.  But get some K-Y
first!"

	"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Nora laughed.  "Seriously, how are you guys
gonna handle this?"

	"We kinda set the ground rules Saturday night," Mary related.  "They
can do each other at my house, any time, and only I -- and now, YOU -- will
know.  But they have to fuck ME, too.  If they come to see me, I try to give
equal time until somebody decides on a preference.  The worst thing that
could happen would be some kind of bi love triangle.  Maybe the best would
be some kind of permanent sandwich arrangement."

	"Isn't this mostly just hope?  When's your next date?" Nora asked.

	"Well, I dunno.  They've both been nice since Saturday.  And they
haven't dumped on me.  But we haven't set anything new...  So when does Nate
plan to follow up on Saturday night?"  Mary attacked.

	"Goodness, we had sex last night!" Nora returned.

	"No shit?" Mary was taken aback.  "Where?"

	"My room."  Nora preened herself.  "When Daddy told Mom that it was
okay, she just kind of rolled over on the whole thing.  Besides, he's riding
HER right now..."

	Mary, being Nora's best friend, knew quite a bit about her
relationship -- or lack of one -- with her father.  But she hadn't been
brought up to date....  "What?  When did your Dad mix in things?"

	Nora smiled; apparently, she'd upstaged Mary's little orgy.  "Daddy
is
suddenly all over things -- at least by phone.  He called Sunday morning and
talked to Mom and me.  I discovered that he's watching us a lot closer than
we ever guessed."

	Mary sat forward, "What do you mean?"

	"I mean the first thing he asked was how good a lover Nate was!"

	"Holy shit!"  Mary was amazed.  "You're kidding!"

	"Uh uh.  The way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if he had
it all on tape, despite the fact that it happened at Tenisha's!"

	"No way!"

	Nora shook her head.  "That was just the first part.  We figured
that
Daddy would go through the roof when he found out about Nate, but he didn't.
I even tried to set him off for the Hell of it, and he wouldn't bite.  He
said something to the effect that he wouldn't interfere because he didn't
want me to do anything stupid to spite him.  But he sent a gorilla to see
Nate Sunday afternoon."

	"To tell him to lay off?" Mary guessed.

	Nora shook her head.  "Apparently, he told Nate that as long as he
did
right by me, he was golden -- but if he fucked me over..."

	"...What?" Mary asked.

	"I don't think a specific threat was made.  But the gorilla was
threat
enough -- Nate said he could have used him for a toothpick."

	"What else?"

	"Daddy didn't say much more to me, but he put Mom through the
wringer
over the phone.  One thing was pretty simple -- he gave her instructions to
write me a note to get me out of school, yesterday, to go to get the Pill."

	"That's where you were third and fourth periods?" Mary asked.

	"Yeah.  That's a tale in itself -- Daddy's limo picked me up...
Anyway, then he unloaded a BUNCH of crap on Mom -- she wouldn't tell all,
but I'm starting to get a sense of it.  One thing she DID say surprised me,
though -- she and Daddy are still having sex!"

	"What?"

	Nora nodded.  "I've told you that Daddy is into the power thing,
right?  Well, it's a lot worse than I ever suspected.  When Mom goes to see
him, she always comes back weirded out.  I never knew why, but I learned to
leave her alone for a bit, after.  It turns out that he fucks her in his
office -- usually in front of witnesses -- about every other time she goes
there.  And when he doesn't fuck her, he's fucking somebody ELSE in front of
HER!"

	"Wow!  No shit?"

	"Nope.  Mom told me -- I think Daddy threatened her with something
or
other if she didn't, and it must've been a doozy, from the look on her face.
But I got independent confirmation, yesterday.  But the real surprise,
especially to Mom, was that HE RECORDS IT!"

	"What?  NO WAY!"

	Nora nodded gravely, "Way.  He sent Mom some DVDs of their sessions
together Sunday night, along with some sex toys and some other flicks.  I'm
pretty sure he instructed her to diddle herself."

	"Think she will?"

	"I think she HAS!  She looked kind of weird this morning.  Mom
ALWAYS
does what Daddy tells her; I guess if she doesn't, the punishments go right
off the scale, pretty quickly."

	"Wow!" Mary shook her head.  "Does he do this kind of shit to
everybody?"

	Nora shrugged.  "Pretty much.  The gynecologist told me he has a
revolving door in his bedroom for women he sucks in, turns into total sex
slaves, and dumps; according to him, Daddy's done every perversion in the
books, and probably made up a couple.  Daddy's chauffer told me that Daddy
uses sex as a weapon, to dominate people; he's had sex with guys -- not
because either he or they were queer, but because it humiliated the shit out
of them.  It's the same with the women; they come in looking for a free
ride, to be the rich Mrs. Armand Wilson -- but they go out sluts, or worse."

	"Your daddy's chauffer told you this?"

	Nora grinned.  "Yeah -- get this -- only AFTER Daddy told him on the
phone that he could answer any question I asked without being punished!  The
car was wired for sound, and Daddy heard EVERYTHING!"

	"Wow!  So he's all over the place!"  Then her eyes bulged.  "NOW?"

	Nora frowned, thinking about it.  "Probably.  I don't think it was
any
accident that he knew all about Nate and I -- and that was a spur of the
moment thing."  She picked at the hair at the nape of her neck.  "Gee, I
guess you'd better figure that Daddy knows about you, Teddy, and Stick,
too..."

	Mary freaked; she started looking around EVERYWHERE in total
paranoia.
Nora's cell phone rang.  She opened it, glanced at the number, and frowned.
"Hello?"

	"Tell Mary to settle down before she hurts her neck," the voice on
the
other end chuckled.  "I think she's a great kid, and I have no current
blackmail plans."  The phone went dead.

	Mary, watching the play of expression across Nora's face, went dead
white.  "Oh, SHIT!"

	Expressionless, Nora said, "Daddy says to settle down, before you
get
a crick in your neck.  He likes you and has no plans to blackmail you..."
She sat there for a minute.  "I guess Daddy has been there all along, huh?
I just couldn't see him..."

	"Oh, Lord, what ELSE have I told you?" Mary wailed.

	"Oh, stop it!  Just because Daddy knows, doesn't mean it's public
knowledge.  Hell, we didn't know he knew until a second ago!  He's not
exactly Nick Pendergast.  Jeez, does this mean we're no longer friends?"

	Mary rubbed her face.  "No, I guess it doesn't make any difference.
It hasn't thus far.  He has to have known about Teddy, for instance,
forever.  But it was a BIG shock..."

	Nora nodded.  "For me, too.  I'll talk to Daddy about it when I see
him Thursday night..."

	"You're gonna go SEE him?  Wow!  That's a switch!"

	"Yeah.  I guess he's suddenly hands-on about things.  We're gonna
have
a father-daughter talk at his house."

	"Freaky!  When's the last time you saw him?"

	"I don't remember -- I was just a baby..  Mom sees him all the time,
but I'd talk to him over the phone once every couple of years...  It's gonna
be new and different."

	A bell rang, and both girls started, Mary exclaiming, "Shit, we
gotta
get outta here!"

	They collected their things, and departed for their differing
afternoon classes, Nora waving and yelling, "Later, Mary!" at the cafeteria
door.

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	Actually, Mary didn't have long to wait for her next engagement.
After school, Stick arranged his lanky form next to hers as she came down
the front steps.  "Mary?  You doin' anything tonight?" he asked diffidently.

	"Uhh, noooo..."  Mary was caught flat-footed.  This was more or less
a
first.

	"You think mebbe I could come over an' see ya for a while?"

	Mary eyed him.  "Is this a threesome thing?  Is Teddy coming?"

	"Uh, no, I was thinkin' mebbe jus' you an' me..." Stick was just
realizing that he'd stepped off the deep end...

	...And so did Mary.  As soon as she got her legs under her,
mentally,
she started what both of them realized was 'jerking his chain'.  "Did you
clear this with Teddy?  We agreed to equal time, y'know...  What do you want
to do?"

	"Uh, jus' hang out at your place, mebbe?  Drink a beer, watch a
little
TV..."  Stick knew better than to come right out with 'fuck'.

	Mary could read between the lines.  "I still think you'd better
check
in with Teddy, Hon.  Wouldn't be fair -- we might get carried away..."

	Stick was fucked -- how would he get a hold of Teddy?  "Uhh..."

	"No problem, Honey!"  Mary fished out her cell phone and hit the
speed
dial and handed it to Stick.

	Halfway across the parking lot, Teddy Frick's phone rang.  It took a
second for him to recognize it -- it was an unusual occurrence.  "Hello?"

	"Ted?  Hey, Man, it's Stick."

	Thirteen disjointed thoughts went through Teddy's mind:  Stick had
his
phone number?  Did he want his cock sucked again?  Was this the blackmail
call?  Could he get Stick to suck HIS cock?  It was sure itchy -- Teddy was
perpetually horny since Saturday night...  His ass was sore; he hoped Stick
didn't want any more of THAT, yet...  "Oh, hi, Stick.  How'd you get my
number?"

	"Mary had it."  Stick hesitated, then dived in.  "Hey, Man, I wanna
go
visit Mary tonight -- izzat okay with you?"

	"Uhhh, I guess so."  Vague disappointment colored Teddy's voice.
Fat
Mary's hot mouth and even hotter pussy had been a major presence in his
fantasies -- right up there with Stick's wonder wand.  He'd been planning on
calling her, later, after he came up with some tale to tell his Momma...
"Hey, is she there?  If you guys do tonight, has she got any plans for
tomorrow?"

	"Hang on, I'll ask."  Stick turned to Mary.  "Teddy wants to know if
you're open tomorrow..."

	Mary blinked.  Son of a bitch!  "Uh, I'll check.  If I can't we can
always look at Thursday..."  'Jeez, suddenly I need a social calendar!
Ain't life grand!?'

	Stick went back to the phone, "She thinks so -- or ya'll can do
Thursday."

	"Okay.  Hey, Man -- are we done?" Teddy asked diffidently.

	"Uh..."  Stick's memory FELT Teddy's magic mouth.  "No.  Don' think
so."  Shit, Mary's standin' right here...  "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

	"Yeah, sounds good.  Have fun!  Let me know how it goes!"  Teddy's
good cheer wasn't exactly effortless.

	"'Kay, Man -- I'll check in wit' ya tomorrow."  Stick hung up,
turned
to Mary.  "Ted's cool, but he's gonna need his..."

	Mary divined the undercurrent.  "We're both pretty important to him
and he's feeling a bit left out, huh?"  Stick nodded.  "Well, we'll BOTH
have to see to it that he doesn't have any reason to be too upset.  When do
you want to come over?"

	"Well, gotta do my homework..."

	"Hey, you're good at math, right?  Why don't you bring your books
and
we'll just start with homework, and go from there!  I need some help with
polynomials..."

	"Yeah, okay.  Lemme run by my place an' leave a note..."  Like
anybody
cared, as long as he stayed out of jail....

	"Why don't you just call?  Do you have a machine?"

	"Yeh.  Dunno if anybody actually USES the fuckin' thing..."  'Still,
it'll do the job -- my ass'll be covered...'  "Okay.  Gimme the phone?"
Mary did so, and Stick left a carefully worded message indicating that he'd
be 'doing homework and hanging out with a friend' -- of course, he failed to
realize that this careful phrasing would be a dead giveaway that he was up
to something unusual -- a more normally phrased message would have been
something on the order of "I'm gonna go out fuckin' around with Nate an'
Draper."  "Thanks, Mary.  Let's go!"

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

	Draper Travis stood on the school steps, watching both sources of
his
usual afternoon entertainment wander off with their new women -- Nate was
bundling Nora into his beat-up Chevette as Stick and Mary left the property
walking.  Pussy was killing the old group; it was probably a good thing,
given the kind of shit they'd gotten into one time or another -- but it
wouldn't be for HIM if he didn't lock things down with Tenisha...

	He needn't have worried.  No sooner did this thought pass through
his
mind than a hand gently closed on his left bicep and a familiar voice asked,
"Draper?  Can you take me home?"  Tenisha knew better than to tell him that
she wanted her itch scratched until they got closer to her place; the poor
dear was HUGE, but he was SOOOO shy...

	"Sure, Baby,"  Draper wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's narrow
waist.  Yeah, the old group was gone; maybe they could rebuild it with the
women in it, since they were so very important...  They'd probably get the
Frick kid, too...  Draper couldn't really fathom THAT one, but, well, maybe
he'd make a good mascot...  Draper waved toward the car and the pair
descended to the parking lot.

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

	Nate and Nora were busy setting a pattern for their evenings. Nate
was
unlikely to be missed -- his Mama usually slept late and got home later,
between the drugs and the hooking she did to get more, he generally only saw
her at breakfast, if then; she'd be on her way to bed.  Tabitha Adams was
more relieved than anything else that her boy had reached the point of
independence; she just wasn't the motherly type.  Nate's childhood had been
spent largely in the care of 'aunties' -- older women of the neighborhood
who took pity on him while Tabitha pursued her lifestyle.  Nate was the
original latchkey kid; he'd gone from breastfeeding to 'get your own',
almost without transition.  Aunties usually had a slew of kids, and one more
at the table off and on made little difference; nonetheless, you lost your
welcome after a while, no matter what.  Nate made sure he added value by
helping out where invited, but he still missed a lot of meals.  Now, Nate
did odd jobs for a quick buck; he'd tried the more lucrative drug running,
but the constant example of his mother, the obvious dangers and  Draper's
disapproval had put an end to it.  Nate was in a quandary, here -- he wanted
to be with Nora as close to daily as possible, but he had to eat -- and
theoretically, he needed to be able to take her out.  Moneymaking and being
close to his woman were apparently mutually exclusive.  Nora's Mama was
acting like an auntie to him, which helped, but what her powerful Daddy
would think of a sponge job was anybody's guess...

	When he thought about it, he was mildly surprised that his Mama was
still around; most drug addicts just didn't last that long on the street --
they ODed or they made a bad bargain with someone who either filled 'em with
bad shit or stuck a knife or a bullet in 'em.  Tabitha was thin and stringy
from malnutrition, and her tits were starting to get shrunken and baggy
looking, but she apparently had the constitution of a horse and SOME sense
in how much dope she poured into herself.  And she could still hook -- maybe
the rate was lower, but men were still desperate; that seemed to be a
universal constant.  As long as some women held themselves above sex and
men's balls got full, hooking was an option.

	Nate didn't think his Mama was currently running for a pimp; she
tended to avoid this, only doing it when she HAD to because some new
firebrand was carving out a territory -- and she knew from experience which
ones were businessmen, and which ones were just evil bastards.  No, Mama was
a survivor, against the odds -- but that didn't mean she was any kind of
mother.  That was a dead issue between them; Nate understood and forgave
her, after some painful time.  Mama was a doper and a slut -- but not a
mother.  Nate was an accident, but Tabitha had learned and had gone out and
done one of the few smart things she'd EVER done -- she'd gone to a
treatment center for a while, cleaned up, and wheedled her way into getting
a free tubal ligation before going back to work and resuming her
recreational abuse; being sober sucked too badly to be borne, in the long
run, but pregnancy and kids was just too much responsibility for her to
bear.  Fortunately, the system was there to be beaten...

	Mama fucked where she could, where she had to.  The crib was always
a
mess, so it wasn't a prime spot -- but Nate had seen Mama take more dick
than a porcupine had quills there, anyway, and from a young age.  Tabitha
had discovered that having the boy there actually increased her safety for
such home visits, and that some men actually like the idea of having the boy
watch them pound her, so Nate had seen a bit -- but Mama had always had him
stay around front where he couldn't see the actual union, so porn flicks had
filled that part in.  And Mama was well-worn everywhere, so Nora's tight
clasp had been a real surprise, that first night; men had always apparently
just slammed it into Mama...  When Nate hit puberty, though, Tabitha had
decided that the whole thing was an incitement to riot for the boy,
especially after she started finding his sticky jerk-off rags (in large
quantities), so she'd stopped bringing men home at all; it was soon apparent
that Nate had a serious sex drive, so she instinctively avoided aggravating
it at home.

	So Nate was a little diffident as he pulled up in front of Nora's
place and trooped in; Nora's Mama, however, merely looked up from what she
was doing, blinked, shrugged, and went on with her reading.  Nora was
somewhat surprised; close observation revealed that Mom was flushed and a
little shaky.  Either Daddy had delivered another of his phone calls, or...
yeah, it was that -- Mom had been watching the videos and playing with
herself again.  Either Daddy had threatened her with something REALLY
SERIOUS, or Mom was learning to enjoy masturbation...  Nora hid a grin as
she raided the refrigerator for Cokes.  "We'll be in my room, doing
homework," she announced.

	Sharon just looked at the pair.  More than that would happen, but
they
were using rubbers, and Nora was OBVIOUSLY enjoying herself...  Sharon felt
a leftover twinge from her afternoon's activities; it was unaccustomed, and
it was sympathy, not interest in Nora's young black stud, but it bothered
her, nonetheless.  Finally, she shrugged, nodded, and went back to
pretending to read.  "Will Nate be staying for supper?" she asked, without
looking up.

	Nate flinched; Nora detected it out of the corner of her eye, so she
didn't ask him, knowing instinctively that the implied charity made him
uncomfortable.  "Yes," she replied, turning toward the stair.

	"Okay," Sharon replied, in apparent distraction.

	Nora decided that at some point in the near future, she and Mom were
going to have to talk.  There were things going on that appeared to be
shifting the foundation of their relationship, and she didn't know what some
of them were -- but she HAD noticed a sudden increase in her control of
things.  Maybe it was the videos...  That led to ANOTHER thought, and a
plan...

	Sharon had had a rough afternoon.  She'd spent the morning nerving
herself, then settled in, fully dressed, to watch more of the DVD, the
emphasis to be on education rather than sex; it was blatantly apparent that
she'd been kidding herself for some time, if the scenes she had seen had
been truly representative (surely, they weren't!)  Unfortunately for Sharon,
they were; she watched four scenes where her memories failed to include
Armand bringing her to a boil until the video dragged them forth, making
denial fruitless.  Worst was the fact that the mentally augmented replay was
so arousing!  Even blowjobs -- Armand had a habit of forcing himself down
her throat at the moment of orgasm, and it didn't look pleasant on video,
but Sharon REMEMBERED her pussy spasming in synch with his jets of semen,
suffusing her with pleasure even as she choked.  By the end of the fourth
scene, she'd crossed and uncrossed her legs a hundred times, and the crotch
of her culottes was soaked; her nipples burned in her brassiere, and every
movement brought a feeling like the skin was being sandpapered off.  By the
time scene five was well underway, her hand had stopped following conscious
directives, and her fingers were inside the leg band of her panties, sliding
along the fringed lips of her soaking wet gash.  Armand had been angry about
something, and she'd been handy; he'd deliberately popped every button off
her blouse, then used a penknife on her brassiere before grabbing a handful
of her hair and forcing his erection down her throat.  But those were merely
the preliminaries; having no new 'toy' to impress, he'd withdrawn before
ejaculation and thrown her gasping body over his desk, then subjected it to
an unaccustomed pounding vaginal attack that brought her three screaming
orgasms despite the fact that his hands made her ass cherry red in the
process.  Then he'd withdrawn and, using her copious vaginal secretions for
lubrication, and going back there for more when it ran out, forced his cock
into her screaming, burning ass to ejaculate into her colon.

	Sometime during this trip down memory lane, Sharon lost it, totally.
When she came back to her senses, her culottes were across the room, her
panties were a shredded rag draped around her waist, and her blouse and bra
were both up around her neck.  Her bedclothes were soaked; she'd actually
ejaculated during the screaming orgasm her bunched fingers had wrung from
her vagina!

	...And the operative on duty for Witherspoon Confidential
Investigations, LLC., was on the phone to his superior.  "Mr. Wilson will
want to see this, ASAP," he announced firmly.  The shift manager took this
seriously, and Armand was notified in his office, prompting a forty-five
minute disruption in his appointments schedule.  But the man was right; at
the end of it, a pensive Armand picked up the phone and instructed that the
operative was to receive a two hundred dollar bonus.  Armand was beginning
to become concerned; the videos were apparently prompting an epiphany in
Sharon -- one he wasn't certain he wanted to occur.

	It had taken Sharon an hour to clean up the results of her
masturbatory orgy -- new sheets, blankets, bedspread, then a looooong shower
in the hopes that the water pouring over her weakened body could wash away
the shame...  The outfit had to be replaced -- the shredded panties thrown
away while the rest went directly into the wash.  She spent five minutes
trying to decide whether to destroy the DVD, but ultimately decided that her
sluttishness had nothing to do with the piece of plastic it was recorded on,
and put it away.

	Now she was sitting at the table, trying to deal with the reality
that
the videos had rubbed her nose in.  It was tough going, discovering that the
real Sharon wasn't the controlled, morally-upright woman who periodically
martyred herself to her rapacious ex-husband as an offering to continue the
physical and financial well-being of herself and -- more importantly -- her
daughter.  No, the REAL Sharon was apparently the slut that happily gurgled
around Armand's deeply inserted erection and wailed in orgasm to the feel of
it pounding her ass.  The REAL Sharon got that little something extra out of
the humiliation of having some strange model-type watch Armand put her
through her paces; the REAL Sharon could layer pain atop pleasure and reach
an even more explosive orgasm thereby.  For she DID orgasm regularly under
Armand's rough treatment; how could it be rape if she enjoyed it so?  The
Sharon she was used to being thought of sex as something that could be
pleasant, but wasn't necessarily so -- and had memories of multiple sex acts
that apparently weren't.  No, her mind had shielded her from her baser
nature, erasing the memory of the pleasure that other Sharon obtained from
the acts in the process.  The Sharon she was used to being had had no
interest in acquiring a new lover; quite aside from the embarrassing
explanations (not to mention possible dangers) revealing her relationship
with Armand would entail, she hadn't any memories of the whole thing being
worth it.  The past couple of days, however, had been a series of
revelations; not only COULD she enjoy sex, she was staring the unpalatable
fact that she DID enjoy sex -- rough, nasty, humiliating, painful sex --
dead in it's unwinking eye.

	She'd cried a little bit, mumbled to herself QUITE a bit, but
mostly,
she'd just sat there, dumb, while she tried to integrate recent experience
in her world-view.  The old Sharon had been relatively simple, if rigidly
structured.  Now she knew that most of the pillars that had supported and
enfolded the old Sharon weren't rigid at all, but gave and flexed, and let
her out of their embrace on occasion.  She was struggling hard with the new
Sharon; the arrival of Nora and her boyfriend was a brief, unwelcome
distraction from that silent struggle.  Sharon dealt with it and went back
to her primary occupation.

	Armand Wilson knew concern as he watched his ex-wife and chief play-
partner on the small monitor at his desk; he'd gone from the captured video
to the live feed during Sharon's cleanup.  The videos had apparently been a
serious mistake; how to recover from it was the question uppermost in
Armand's mind at this point.  Obviously, tomorrow's session was going to
have to be handled with some care...  Armand didn't want Sharon mentally or
emotionally damaged; her peculiar makeup, while not necessarily reality-
based, had served them both well for nearly two decades, and, if possible,
Armand didn't want it rattled too much.  But the damage may have already
been done...  Armand was an instinctive psychologist with a couple of
decades' worth of experience in both reading and manipulating people -- he
knew that if anyone was going to preserve things as they were, it would have
to be him; conventional practitioners of the art would not be concerned with
the preservation of Sharon's dual nature.

	But there was more to it than that; the current situation, which
Armand loosely defined as 'Nora growing up', had rubbed his nose in
something else that conventional practitioners of the arts of mental healing
were taught during their formal education and more or less forced to make
allowances for: the first person that you delude is yourself -- self-
analysis is fraught with pitfalls.  Armand hadn't examined his motives in
'releasing' Sharon and Nora all those years ago -- and he'd done even less
analysis of the reasons why he hadn't just gotten shut of the pair and
forgotten them.  Why DID he waste thousands of dollars a year collecting
data on the trivia of their lives?  Why DID he summon Sharon to his office,
again and again, to use, abuse, and humiliate?  Only now, when he'd
basically had his nose rubbed in it by the fact that the situation was fluid
and in the process of changing radically, did things begin to come clear...
Instinctively, Armand had sensed the sea change dictated by Nora's advance
into womanhood, and instinctively, he'd reacted.  In general, things were
going well, but because he'd misunderstood his own needs and goals, things
were threatening to go awry where Sharon was concerned...

	For the next ninety minutes or so, things went along pretty much
without incident; the young people concentrated on their studies while
Sharon stewed in her self-discovery.  But then, almost simultaneously, both
groups lurched into action; as Sharon rose to begin supper preparations,
Nora looked up at Nate and queried, "Done?  Good!  Come with me!"  She
hopped up and tiptoed to the door, her finger to her lips.

	Nate rose silently to follow, wondering what Nora was up to.  When
the
couple crossed the hall and entered Sharon's room, he knew that, whatever it
was, it was no good...

	Nora wasted no time in crossing to the 'toy box' and opening the
lid.
The contents were frankly amazing; Nora failed to throttle a titter of
embarrassment as the various sex toys were revealed.  With each new item,
Nate's eyes got wider and wider; by the time the big black dildo surfaced,
the whites could be seen all around them!  Then the DVDs came out, while
Nora whispered explanations:  "Daddy sent this Sunday, and told Mom she
should put the stuff to use...  Wow!  Look at this!"  'This' was the
interracial video -- Nora knew instinctively that her father had included it
to harass her mother.  A moment's thought brought on the mental leap that
her father had quite possibly teased her mother with the idea of finding HER
one or more black studs -- the more Nora discovered about her Daddy, the
more it made sense...  "Daddy did this to upset Mom -- this isn't her
kink..."  Nate shrugged; he could get offended, if he wanted to work at it
-- but over what?  The fact that Nora was the first person in her family to
develop a taste for dark meat?  So what?

	The pair riffled through the other content, ogling the cover photos
and lurid descriptions of the commercial products.  "Looks like your Daddy
left your Mama a broad selection," Nate observed.  Nora nodded absently and
reshuffled the disks into their original order, the two blank cases on
bottom -- then stood there, fingering them.  They were what she was here
for, anyway.  "What are those?" Nate asked.

	"If I'm right, they're movies of Mom and Daddy having sex," Nora
replied.  "From what Mom says, it's more like Daddy raping her -- but it's
been going on forever, and..."

	Nate frowned and nodded.  "Ain't nobody dead or in jail.  Your Mama
gets pretty weird when she talks about your Daddy, though.  You sure you
ought to be lookin' at 'em?"

	"Both of them kind of left the door open, at one point or another.
I
think Mom believes I should see Daddy at his worst before Thursday, for
instance.  But we'll do it quietly, anyway, in case she's changed her mind."
Nora took the first disk -- the one Sharon had spent the afternoon viewing.
She closed the box, and the pair tiptoed back into her room, where Nora
turned on her combination TV, VCR, and DVD player and fed it the disk, then
threw herself prone on the bed, facing the screen.  Nate climbed up beside
her and sat tailor-fashion, rubbing her back (and, yeah, her ass -- he loved
that sweet, soft flesh...).  The menu came up, surprising Nora with its
professionalism.  More or less randomly, Nora selected the fifth scene --
which just happened to be the one that triggered Sharon's wild ride to
orgasm a couple of hours before!

	The scene opened with Sharon passing a camera positioned before
Armand's desk, and stopping before him.  Armand grunted, "About time!" and
turned back to the other man in the room, ignoring Sharon's sputtered
assertion that she was five minutes early...  "Get that moron on the phone
and tell him if we got anything tainted from his cut-rate supplier, I'll
have HIM ground into hamburger!  Tell him he'd better go mend fences and get
the distribution network back the way it was, or else!"  Armand stopped for
a moment, glaring.  "Give him a week, then see to it that 'or else' occurs,
anyway!  Stupid, greedy bastard!"  Armand waved, and the man nodded and
left.  Armand turned his attention to Sharon.  "So, what ELSE is going to
turn out wrong today?  What's the word on Councilman Pedersen?"

	The camera angle shifted to a shot from behind Armand and to his
right
that captured Sharon's white face.  It was abundantly clear that she didn't
want to be in the room with Armand while he was in his current mood.  Sharon
blurted, "He's proving difficult to pin down -- but I think I might have
something!"

	Armand's glare didn't require a shift in camera angle to pick up --
it
was there in his voice.  "Are you telling me the truth, or merely attempting
to avoid my anger?"

	"No, no!" Sharon temporized, "I think I have something that will get
him going!  There is a youth hockey league..."

	"Fine, I don't care to hear the details, if it's going to work --
tell
the accountants!"  Armand stepped around the desk, where a third, side
camera picked him up.  "Come here!"

	"Armand..."

	"Shut up, Woman, and follow instructions!  Take off your blouse!"

	Sharon hesitated momentarily, and it was her undoing.  "Never mind!"
Armand grunted, and snatched at the fabric.  Buttons went everywhere.  "Now
get out of it!"  Sharon started frantically yanking at the cuff buttons, but
Armand produced a penknife.  "Hold still!"  The blade went underneath the
fabric connecting the cups of Sharon's brassiere, and suddenly they were
flopping against her sleeves.  "Cuff!"  Sharon laid a wrist in his hand, the
knife flicked, and the button flew.  "Now, the other one!"  The procedure
was repeated.  "If you want ANY of your clothing to be intact," Armand
warned, "you'll get out of that skirt, NOW!"

	Sharon's hands scrabbled frantically at the snap and zipper, but
only
the fact that she took a step back gave her the required instant; Armand's
impatience was at its peak.  She stepped out of the skirt, but while she
bent, Armand collected a handful of hair.  "Come here and kneel!" he
demanded.

	The hand in her hair left Sharon without options; she found herself
kneeling on her knees before Armand while he wrestled with his belt.  He
jerked her head back and glared into her eyes.  "You know what to do!"
Sharon did; she reached out and began fumbling with his snap and zipper.
Finished with the belt, he put his hand on his hip and suffered her fumbling
impatiently.  Finally, she got it all and tugged his trousers and boxers to
his knees.  Armand pounded his intercom button and announced, "Charlene,
hold my calls!"

	"Yes s--."  The intercom was off before Charlene finished her
acknowledgement.  "Hands behind your back!" Armand ordered, the hand raised,
a slap imminent.  Sharon did as she was told.  "Take it!" he demanded,
ramming his cock at her lips.

	"Armugghhmmmph!"  Opening her mouth to speak wasn't the wisest thing
to do at that juncture.  Armand unceremoniously filled it with meat and kept
on going, dragging her head toward his crotch by the hair.  Instinct and
experience lowered her head and straightened her throat, and Armand drove on
in.  Sharon's hands came up to fend him off as she gagged, but he growled
and slapped at them, and she subsided, concentrating on acceptance; it was
'way too late for anything else.  He settled himself, holding her deep, then
released her, only to set up a pattern of long, gagging strokes that kept
Sharon fighting for breath.  This went on for about ninety seconds, Armand
varying his timing to suit the sensations involved and Sharon slowly losing
the fight for breath until there was no struggle left in her; all of her
energies went to breathing and maintaining consciousness.  Armand was a pro,
however; he knew where Sharon was, and he let up before he lost her to
unconsciousness.  Her state made her particularly pliant, however, when he
snatched her to her feet and dragged her around to his side of the desk.

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

	Nate wanted to let his raging hard-on out.  This was hot like fuck
flicks were SUPPOSED to be, but seldom managed!  And the fact that he KNEW
one of the participants made it even hotter!  Nate's left hand was going to
town on Nora's plush ass, squeezing and kneading -- but he was having a hard
time finding something for his right to do that didn't involve giving his
meat some relief.

	The half-second respite allowed Nora to glance at her lover, and she
recognized the symptoms.  Thus far, things had been pretty brutal for her
mother, and she'd been able to maintain SOME objectivity -- but, yes, the
action was hot, anyway.  Daddy was sure demanding!  And Mom was apparently a
practiced cocksucker; Nora's efforts thus far hadn't been as advanced as
deep throat...  No, Mom wasn't as virginal as she let on...

	The view shifted; her father secured her mother's ankles with some
straps that appeared to be attached to his desk, then rose.  Sharon was
wearing stockings and garters and a no-nonsense pair of pink cotton panties
-- and at this point, that was it; she'd apparently lost her shoes early on.
Armand made a quick, snatching grab, and the crotch of the panties was
destroyed; another took out the side, and he tossed the ruin aside.  With
the camera angle being what it was, off-side from behind the desk, Sharon's
plush ass, pudenda, and upper thighs were revealed in all their glory --
then Armand's cock appeared and nosed between her labia.

	Armand took just two hammering strokes to bury himself to the root;
Sharon was wet already.  He set up a serious, pounding stroke, then added a
pattern of alternating swats on her ass.  Sharon got her hands under her and
rose up, emitting a startled "Oh!" at every swat.  The camera followed the
strokes and captured the reddening of the soft, white cheeks; Nate,
watching, was fascinated by the shudder of the flesh on impact.  After about
thirty seconds, the camera angle shifted to the side view camera to
chronicle Sharon rocking to Armand's strokes -- but moments later, Sharon's
voice changed, and the front view replaced the side view as Sharon dropped
her torso lower above the desktop in order to raise her ass, then started
surging and thrashing.  Sharon's face was red, but it was arousal; Nora
watched her mother's eyes roll up as the shudders accompanying her orgasm
hit.

	Nate was going insane!  If he didn't do something soon...  But Nora
was right there with him, husking, "Nate, Honey, get a rubber!" while she
started tearing herself out of her jeans.  Nate's hand was in the bag,
closing on a foil packet, almost before the whole sentence got out; when
Nora got her zipper undone, big hands grabbed chunks of the waistband of her
jeans, lifting her from the bed while Nate peeled her.  Nora paused the DVD;
she didn't want to miss anything while she and Nate wrestled with clothing
and rubbers.  There was no question about position; Nora knelt up and Nate
drove into her in a fair approximation of Armand and Sharon's positions,
given the bed.  Nate was still wearing his shirt, and Nora her top when they
took off; after resuming the video Nora worked through the assault on her
senses to get her bra off, but the rush of sensations caused her to abandon
the job, half-done.

	The couple's first orgasm and Sharon's second came virtually
simultaneously; Nora again paused the video so they could enjoy the
aftermath and deal with removing the rubber.  Nate was still rock solid;
Nora sighed, "Thank God!" and went digging for yet another rubber -- at this
rate, she'd have to go back to the doctor for more, or buy some...  But
neither of them was happy until Nate was again in the saddle, pumping.  Nora
resumed the video, which cycled through the three viewpoints every few
seconds.  Both watched, hypnotized, as they augmented the action on the
screen with the sensations of their own lovemaking.

	The view cycled to the over-the shoulder shot yet again, and Nate
watched Armand apply his hand to Sharon's plush ass.  The sight was
mesmerizing; it made his palms itch.  As it was, he was squeezing handfuls
of Nora's equally plush bottom, enjoying the sensation, while he watched
Sharon's flesh shudder and re-shape itself on impact.  The view rotated away
to the side view, where the spanking wasn't as evident as the results of
Armand's hips plowing into Sharon from behind; her flesh seemed to roll up
and then settle back into position, again and again.  Again the rotation, to
the frontal view; Sharon's flush was getting darker, and she was beginning
to hunch, the tips of her nipples touching the desktop.  Undoubtedly,
another orgasm was coming...  Sure enough, Sharon's face filled and the
cords stood out on her neck and she emitted an impassioned
"UUUuuuuuuuhhhhh!!!", shaking and sucking in air afterwards as if she'd been
suffocated.

	Then it happened; the switch back to the over-the-shoulder shot was
something Nate dealt with for a moment, but then his hand rose and fell,
seeming of its own volition, in synchronization with Armand's.  The feel of
Nora's flesh giving way before the strike was sooo... satisfying...  Nora
turned to stare at him a moment, wide-eyed, but before he could recover and
stammer out an apology, she said, "G-go on -- but easy, okay?"  Nate nodded
dumbly and began delivering one gentler smack for every three of Armand's
harsher hits on screen.  Nora tightened her vaginal muscles with each swat,
something both of them noticed -- but only Nora noticed that the smacks,
which under normal circumstances would have been at least mildly unpleasant,
seemed to add to her arousal.

	On screen, Sharon was winding up rapidly for her third climax;
whatever else Armand was doing to her, satisfaction seemed to be big at this
point.  Sharon hunkered down against the desktop and began making a series
of groaning grunts as she pushed herself back toward Armand's invading cock.
This all basically ended with an impassioned, "UUUuuuuhhhh!!!!", after which
Sharon basically collapsed on the desktop.  But Armand wasn't done; his
orgasm had yet to arrive, and Sharon's slack position invited a wakeup
call...

	The view switched again to the over-the shoulder focus as Armand
withdrew his cock from Sharon's dripping vagina and repositioned it at her
anus, immediately boring in.  Sharon went rigid under the assault, emitting
a loud wail as the sudden assault on her sphincter pierced her defenses.
Armand managed to force the head of his penis through the opening, but ran
out of lubrication, so he withdrew and again socketed himself in Sharon's
vagina, taking a couple of strokes.

	Sharon's sigh of relief was premature, however, and ended with a
screech as Armand again switched targets and renewed his attack on her ass.
This time, he got in better than halfway, and, satisfied, began pumping,
torturing Sharon's rectum, passing more lubricant by the simple expedient of
sliding two fingers into Sharon's dripping snatch and wiping them on the
exposed shaft of his cock.  The scene again shifted, this time to the
frontal view; Sharon's contorted expression could be seen as she dealt with
the invasion.  The view lingered a bit, however -- long enough to reveal a
change in expression as Sharon's ass accommodated itself to Armand's
pounding attack.  At that point, Sharon again relaxed, and began to present
her rectum for further abuse, moaning.

	Nora took a moment to turn and engage Nate's eyes. "Not tonight!
Not
with a rubber on!" she admonished, "You'd rip me to shreds!"  But she
returned her attention to the screen, where Mom was obviously getting into
anal sex.

	Nate had a flash, though, and moved forward with it almost without
thought.  He popped his thumb into his mouth to wet it, then lowered his
hand to Nora's ass cheek.  "How's this?" he asked as he circled the crinkled
bud of her anus once, then applied just enough pressure to pop it open, but
not burst through...

	"Aaahhh!  OOOOHHH, GAWWD!"  Nora came apart; the orgasm that had
been
slowly sneaking up on her used the additional insertion as cover for a rush,
and it hit her like a ton of bricks!  Nate had been gentle enough that there
had been no pain component, only a new site for wild sensations.  Nora
whited out; both of her nether orifices began to pulse simultaneously.
Nate's thumb dropped into her anus to the first knuckle between two attempts
by her pussy to wring his cock dry -- and THAT brought on success, as Nate,
too, succumbed and began filling another rubber with seed.

	Even Nora didn't hear Nate's soft grunt of completion, but Sharon
heard Nora's; she'd been lost in thought and hadn't registered the thumps
that Nora's bedpost continued to make.  Sighing, she mumbled "Chip off the
old block..." to herself as she turned the chicken breasts on the broiler.

	The young couple watched Armand deliver yet another orgasm to Sharon
while collecting his as a flat sandwich, Nora collapsed flat on the bed with
Nate atop her.  Armand wasn't loud while cumming, either -- if you didn't
see his grimace and the cords of his neck protruding as he crushed himself
against Sharon's ass, you'd never know.  Sharon apparently did, though --
she seemed to be riding the pulsations of his buried cock, gasping and
straining through her orgasm.

	Armand's aftercare wasn't anything to write home about.  He stepped
back and unhooked Sharon's ankles from the straps, then smacked her on the
ass. "Go on, get out of here -- at least you're good for something...  Tell
the accountants where to allocate the money to please that moron Pedersen."
Sharon started shuffling, but she wasn't all there yet; Armand hauled her
back from the desk by her wide hips, where she abruptly collapsed on her ass
behind the desk.  Armand eyed her for a moment, then opened a drawer and
tossed her a couple of wet wipes.  "Since you're still here, clean me up!"
Sharon gingerly collected the wipes and made to wipe at his crotch, but he
grabbed her by the hair and pushed his smelly, but not actively shitty, cock
into her mouth, growling, "No, like this!  Those are for you, you silly
bitch!"

	"Ewwww!"  Nora's face matched Sharon's on-screen expression (aside
from the inserted cock) as she looked over her shoulder at her lover.
"You're NEVER gonna do THAT, so don't EVEN THINK about it!"

	Nate chuckled.  "What about now?  All it's got on it right now is
cum,
an' some o' your juice!"

	"Yeah, that's okay," Nora grinned back.  Moments later the video
ended
as it depicted Sharon staggering out, her skirt on but awry, clutching the
shredded remnants of her blouse and brassiere.  Armand, in the background,
was nonchalantly buttoning his pants...

	"Sheeit!" Nate opined, "That was pretty fuckin' wild!"

	"Ummm," Nora agreed, "You were a baaaaad boy!"

	Nate grinned, unrepentant.  "Worked, didn't it?"

	"Yeah..."  Nora drifted off to the implications of what she'd seen;
obviously, Mom and Daddy had a long-established pattern for interaction, and
Mom benefited, at least occasionally, from it.  "Let's look at another one,"
she suggested.

	"Awright."  Nate levered himself up and backed off Nora.  "Guess I
oughta clean up, first."

	"Bring it here."  Nate came around to the foot of the bed, and Nora
rose onto her elbows and engulfed his still rubber-clad cock.  Once the
outside wasn't gooey any more, she gently pulled it off and sucked down the
contents, then laved the remnants off his cock.  Nate was in Heaven; this
was a jerk-off fantasy come true, and there was NO WAY he was gonna fuck it
up!  Given what her Mama seemed to enjoy, though, there was a lot of shit he
could plan on doing...  Finished, he crawled up next to Nora while she
selected another short video sequence.

	This one was more of what Nora had expected to see; Armand made
demands, and Sharon resisted for a time, then capitulated, fractionally.
That was all it took.  Once she was within reach, things became rapidly
physical, with Armand obviously controlling Sharon through pain (crushing a
breast with one hand) while he stripped her upper body and produced a pair
of leather binders with which he secured her wrists behind her.  Then he
knelt her and throat-raped her, basically after the previously-seen pattern.
This time, however, was different for two reasons:  First, he didn't switch
to her vagina or her ass; he continued gagging her until he poured his seed
down her throat.  And second, because a couple of minutes in, he used his
intercom to call for a statuesque blonde named Beverly, to whom his
occupation when she enter the room was a complete surprise, by her
expression.  "Ah, Beverly," Armand intoned, "I thought an object lesson was
in order."  Beverly stood there, staring silently as Armand used this
somewhat chunky woman before her.  "I very seldom let go of anything that I
think might provide me with future utility," Armand amplified.  "This, for
instance, is my ex-wife.  I know a LOT of men who would enjoy treating their
ex this way..."  He eyed Beverly for a moment, and continued, "There are
obvious conclusions to be drawn.  I can be very demanding..."  He waved for
her to approach.  "Here, why don't you observe this more closely..."

	Beverly approached gingerly, staying out of arm's reach of Armand.
Sharon whimpered around Armand's driving cock and rolled her eyes toward the
woman who was the latest witness to her humiliation.  In a moment, Armand
announced quietly, "I'm about there..." and crushed Sharon's head to him,
burying his cock deep.  The woman, Beverly, could be seen watching Sharon's
throat work with wide eyes by the over-the-shoulder cam.  After a moment,
Armand backed off, but not fully; the frontal cam showed Sharon cradling
Armand's cock on her tongue while she sucked air through her nose.  A zoom-
in showed Armand still pulsing out cum onto her tongue, and Sharon gently
coaxing more by sliding her tongue along the underside, teasing sensitive
nerves.  Armand leaned forward, and Sharon engulfed him again, obviously
cleaning up.  "Well-trained, isn't she?  And we've been divorced for over a
decade..."

	"A-Armand, I think I should leave," Beverly stuttered.

	"Perhaps."  Armand waved dismissively.  "If you think you're in too
deep, have Jorge take you to the house and collect your things, then take
you to wherever your departure point might be.  If you are there upon my
return this evening, however, I will begin YOUR training, as you will have
consented to it by being there."  He then turned from the woman, patently
ignoring her, and addressed himself to Sharon.  "I'm still wet," he
complained, and began running his still half-erect cock through her hair.
The side-view camera took a shot between Armand's legs at Sharon's as she
knelt there, zooming in, then the over-the shoulder view depicted Beverly
leaving before the fade.

	"Why did they do that?" Nora wondered aloud.

	"What?" Nate asked.

	"That zoom-in shot just before the end.  Mom didn't have a dildo, or
anything."

	Nate took the controller, and backed the scene up those few seconds.
"Uh, Baby, the floor's wet.  An' I don't think your Mama peed..."

	Nora looked closely.  It was a bit embarrassing eyeballing her
mother's pussy, even on video.  "Umm, yeah.  She looks... drippy.  She
enjoyed it?"

	"Your Daddy's hard on her," Nate observed.  "I think she'd go crazy
if
she couldn't find a way to deal with it..."

	"Maybe," Nora agreed cautiously.  "We'd better put it back."  She
rose
and collected the DVD from the player, returned it to its case, and took it
back to her mother's room, still nude below the waist.  Nate followed her
through the procedure, for no better reason than to watch the way her ass
swayed and jiggled; Gawd, he loved that thing!  He followed her back and was
just settling on the bed when Sharon announced, "Dinner!" from the foot of
the stairs.