Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 54
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mf mast f-solo mast mf oral first rom mc

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 54
Late Night at the Pinkersley's


	The Claudette who awakened after that cataclysmic orgasm wasn't the
one who participated in it; she came up slowly and reality leaked in before
she opened her eyes.

	Ted knew the difference; the first thing Claudette did when her eyes
opened fully (she'd cracked them to see who was cradling her head and Ted
had detected it) was to snatch her remaining blouse from the pile of
clothing nearby and cover her breasts -- something Ted found amusing.  "Are
you okay?" he asked.

	"I guess so," Claudette replied carefully.  She had several recent
reminders of the effects of crossing Ted.  There were questions, though,
many of which started with 'Why on Earth...?'  "Did you drug me?"

	Ted looked thoughtful.  "I guess so.  Maybe.  Inadvertently."

	Claudette eyed him suspiciously.  "You did or you didn't..."

	"Well, I didn't set out to.  Ever hear of pheromones?"

	Claudette frowned in thought.  "Umm, smells animals give off that
trigger behaviors in other animals.  Usually sex..."  Her eyebrows went up.

	Ted nodded.  "Yeah.  You like the way I smell.  A lot!"

	"That's ridiculous!  Did you get something in a chem lab or
something?"

	"Nope.  All natural.  You smell me and you forget to be hung up.
Everything else works, mostly -- but your defenses go down and it's open
season!"

	"No way!"

	"Way!"  Ted adjusted his position to his left and lifted her head to
his crotch.  "Smell."

	"Your crotch?  You're kidding, right?"

	Ted waited; she'd drawn a breath, anyway...

	'Ted has to be nuts!' Claudette thought.  'Pheromones!  Well, I
guess it won't hurt anything...'  She inhaled deeply.  'It's kind of
unique...'  She lifted her head; Ted shifted his hand to support her neck,
but didn't press.  She reached across with her left arm, grasping Ted's hip
and rolling over to engage him further.  'Wow!  REALLY rich...'

	When Claudette started snorting and burrowing her nose under his
balls, Ted figured his point was made; he gently extricated himself,
muffling her whines by means of a deep kiss and fondling her left nipple,
working her while she came back to herself.  When she let go of him and
grabbed his arm, he released her lips and smiled into her eyes.  "How do you
feel?"

	"Hot.  And foolish.  How long does it last?"

	"Plenty long enough to get into your pants," Ted replied.  "And once
I'm there, you're busy thinking about other things."  She'd grabbed his arm,
but she hadn't pulled his hand away from her breast.  And she was receptive
when he leaned in and kissed her again.

	"So I smell you and I get all hot and bothered?  How
embarrassing..."

	Ted nodded.  "Once you're jump-started and the juices are flowing,
it's sustainable.  By then you're horny and the walls stay down."

	Claudette frowned.  "So I'm defenseless?"

	"You already were."

	"That's overconfidence."

	Ted shook his head.  "Think about it.  I had you naked, tied up, and
thoroughly cowed BEFORE we discovered that your nose loves me.  What it DOES
do is make both of our lives easier!"

	"It does?"

	"Sure.  I wanted something genuine from you -- but frankly, I didn't
think I was going to get it, and I was going for the short-term victory.  I
was all set to fuck you over and leave you flat -- and then TOTALLY destroy
you by leaking the news!  But this -- this changes things.  I have something
from you that could generate a long-term relationship -- something genuine
and tested that you can't be faking.  That being the case, it's in MY best
interest to make commitments of my own, rather than just fucking you over.
See?"

	Claudette grimaced.  "You think we have a future after what you did
to me?"

	Ted shrugged.  "I prefer to look at what I DIDN'T do.  Except for a
short period when it looked like you had nothing to offer and I had nothing
to lose, things have gone pretty well."  He locked eyes with her, "Besides,
you still have your cherry -- and you've been slapped around before."

	Claudette put her hand to her mouth, shocked.  "You don't know
that!"

	"If I didn't, I do now!" Ted replied.  "Besides, I could tell before
-- slapping you around didn't cause anything in the way of hysteria.  It was
old news -- and you knew what to do afterward, too!"

	"And what was that?"

	"Obey!"  Ted's eyes bored into hers for a moment, then he settled
back.  "I think we've covered a lot of ground, actually."

	"Oh?"

	Ted nodded.  "How many boys have seen you naked?"

	"Besides you?"  Claudette set about trying to cover her whole
midsection with the skimpy blouse.

	"Yes."

	"None.  But that was under duress."

	"Taking photos wasn't.  That was your idea."  Ted smiled.  "How many
boys have kissed you like I just did?  How many have played with your tits?
How many have made you cum?"

	"Ted!"

	"Well?"

	"Okay, but you used dirty tricks!"

	"To get you naked, maybe.  Kissing we were doing already.  You
didn't fight me feeling you up.  And you CERTAINLY didn't fight me getting
you off!"

	"I was drugged!"

	"So you say."  Ted grinned.  "In any case I made no deliberate
effort to alter your consciousness -- it was merely an extremely fortunate
coincidence.  Oh, and while I had it in mind to force you to suck my cock, I
didn't have to do THAT, either!"  He looked smug.

	"Ted!"

	"Okay, I'll quit needling you.  But you need to quit pretending you
haven't been enjoying yourself!"

	"But..."

	"But nothing!  It's too late to close the door, Honey -- I'm
inside!"  He squeezed her breast gently.  "See?  Who else can do that?"

	"You shouldn't be!"

	"You've had I don't know how long to push me away..."

	"You'll go nuts and beat me!"  Claudette cast about desperately for
an excuse.

	Ted shook his head.  "I don't think I have to."  Ted removed his
hand from her breast and caressed her ribs.  "You're making excuses for the
fact that you've surrendered.  You're NOT fighting me -- and I'm no longer
forcing myself on you!"  He leaned over and kissed her.

	... And her mouth opened and she felt like a fool!  "Mmph!  Okay!
You made your point!" she whined, pushing him away.  "Can I get dressed
now?"

	"Yeah.  Time you went home and got your beauty sleep."  Ted stood up
and offered a hand to help her get up.

	Claudette thought about refusing, but it was clearly a waste of
time.  Once vertical, she said, "You said a lot of nasty things, earlier.
I'm just supposed to forget them?"

	Ted shrugged.  "You make me mad or you cheat on me and you might be
better off remembering."

	"Cheat on you?"

	"You're mine, now."

	"I am not!"

	"Think about it -- wasn't this what you wanted?  Me telling everyone
we're a couple?"

	"Uuh..."

	"But at least one of us was supposed to be lying, right?"

	"We've covered that."

	"But is it fixed?" Ted pressed.

	"Yeah, I guess."  Claudette flounced over to her discarded skirt.
Damn him!  Apparently, he could make her bark like a dog, if he wanted to --
and like it!  But remembering his hand on her breast, the taste of his lips,
the WILD feelings he awoke between her legs...  "Okay.  How often are you
gonna make me whiff your underwear?"

	"If you're a good girl, I won't HAVE to!"  Ted looked smug.  "Or
were you looking for a number to look forward to?"

	"Ted!"  Claudette spun on him, exasperated.  "Do you HAVE to needle
me?"

	"Well, no, but it's a lot of fun..." Ted's smile would have done
credit to a crocodile.  Zipping his pants, he added, "C'mon, let's get you
home..."

	"Mom's going to FREAK!  What time is it?"

	"A little after one."

	"Oh, shit!"

	"How unladylike!" Ted scoffed.

	"Mom's going to beat me to DEATH!  I won't be able to wear a bathing
suit for a month!" Claudette wailed.

	"I guess I'll have to ride to the rescue..."

	"A BOY?  Ride to the rescue?  Why don't you just SHOOT me?"

	Claudette was inconsolable all the way home.  Her green blouse was
okay, but the pink one was slimed; her nylons hadn't survived removal, and
her hair was a tousled mess!  There was NO WAY she was going to escape the
inquisition, unless...

	There were no visible lights at the Pinkersley home on their
arrival. "This looks good," Ted opined.  Claudette nodded; even if Mom
strung her up for being late in the morning, it would be better than having
her SEE her this way!

	They tiptoed up to the door, and Claudette worked the lock.  "Good
night," she whispered.

	"What?  No kiss?"

	"Ted!"

	"Arguing will just make noise..."

	"Oh, all right!"  She tried to give him a peck, but of course, he
wouldn't settle for that -- and she didn't fight THAT hard...  Ted stood
there grinning while she slowly opened the door -- which insisted on
creaking something awful...  She stepped inside and turned to make shooing
motions when a voice out of the darkness rasped, "Claudette..."

	Claudette whirled.  "Mom!"

	The lights came on, blinding her, while her mother's voice directed,
"Invite him in..."

	Claudette looked like death when she turned to wave Ted inside.  Ted
went poker-faced.  Well, he was going to meet the Medusa at some point,
anyway...  He stepped through the door and meticulously closed it behind
him.

	Claudette had turned back to her mother, an anxious look on her
face.  "Mom, this is Ted -- he brought me home..."

	"I see that," Charlotte Pinkersley replied flatly.  "I can read a
clock, too!"  She stood there, taking in Claudette's state of disarray and
her handful of clothing items with a jaundiced eye.

	Claudette decided to take another run at things.  "He..."

	"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Charlotte's voice boomed.  "I'll deal with YOU
later!"  Claudette opened her mouth, but Charlotte's arm came up and her
finger pointed off down the hallway.  Claudette hung her head and stepped
off.  Ted watched her go, noting that she didn't try to say anything
additional to him.  Obviously, Claudette was thoroughly cowed...

	Charlotte turned her attention on the dark-haired boy in the entry
hall.  "I assume that there was some misadventure?  Flat tire?  Out of gas?"

	Clear brown eyes in a wary but untroubled face met hers.  "No."

	"Why was my daughter carrying clothing?"

	"It was no longer wearable."  Ted knew better than to lie or grovel
-- the Medusa would eat him alive if he did.  Better to engender some
respect.  He eyed the woman, an older version of Claudette, but with sharper
features -- the face of a woman who measured others regularly and found them
wanting.

	Interest sparkled Charlotte's eyes; apparently this one was a tough
little bastard...  "So what happened?"

	"We were conducting a negotiation, creating a partnership designed
to deal with Claudette's current social problems," Ted replied.  He smiled
grimly.  "I turned out to be the superior negotiator."

	Charlotte's eyebrows quirked.  'Impressive...'  "Join me in the
parlor, won't you?"  She turned and stalked away in a cloud of flowing
nightclothes.

	'I'm still alive...'  Ted followed.

	Charlotte waved Ted into a seat, then reclined regally on the couch.
"So, what is the nature of this 'partnership'?"

	"Claudette has lost her boyfriend -- basically the most popular guy
in school.  He replaced her pretty easily, which made her a laughingstock.
She decided -- and I agree with her -- that I was the only suitable
replacement."

	"Hmmmm, yes.  Robbie wised up, didn't he?"

	"Yeah."  Ted nodded.  "Some time before he actually made the move.
It took him a while to figure out what he DID want."  He sighed.  "He did
pretty well -- I don't know if even I can help Claudette get back on top..."

	Charlotte looked mildly amused.  "What did my daughter offer you?"

	"Squat." Ted said flatly.  "The 'boon of her company' in public,
mostly.  And she lied about whether she intended for the relationship to be
long-term and whether there would even BE a private facet to the
relationship."  Remembering brought an echo of his predatory anger.

	"I see," Charlotte replied.  "Since you've already indicated that
you knew that she wasn't making an offer in good faith, were you?"  She
smiled grimly.  "You may speak freely."

	"Huh!  No!" Ted grunted.  "I decided to teach her to pick her
opponents carefully if she planned to use them out of the gate!  I led her
on for a while, then made demands -- and when she got stupid, I got rough
with her!"

	Charlotte rolled her eyes.  "I did my best, but there wasn't much to
work with.  She's SUCH a little fool!  Too much of her father in her..."
She waved to take in their surroundings.  "Her father...  Old money.  Old
boy network.  Old school.  Unfortunately, he also had old ideas, old plans
-- but little intelligence and not a spark of imagination!  He had one thing
going for him when I met him -- well, maybe two, when you count the money.
He still has both, thanks to me, and I get to do everything else..."  In an
apparent non-sequitur, she observed, "And yet the little twit wasn't wailing
and gnashing her teeth over the indecencies you inflicted upon her -- and
didn't you two kiss on the porch?"

	Ted shrugged, smiling.  "We were in the middle of making it a night
she'd long remember when she surprised me, out of nowhere.  After that, I
decided that maybe she DID have something to offer, after all -- something I
could actually take control of -- so I decided to hold out for the long
haul."

	Charlotte's face became unreadable.  "And what offering did she end
up tendering that changed your mind?"

	Ted smiled tightly.  "She gives a helluva blowjob..."

	'He isn't that smart after all,' Charlotte mused to herself.  'I
should be able to get rid of him then, and maybe salvage things.'

	But Ted read the flicker in her expression and realized that he was
flunking a test.  Time to recover...  "So, does Claudette react to any guy's
pheromones by turning into a slut, or is there a limited audience?"

	Charlotte froze.  The little sneak DID know!  HE'D been testing HER!
She relaxed again, deliberately, and locked eyes with the eighteen year old.
"If things run true to form, probably about one male in twelve can roll
right over her defenses -- IF he can get close enough to deliver the
product."  She eyed him for a moment, pensively.  "I don't suppose you come
from good stock?"

	"If you're asking whether my family is wealthy or not, the answer is
no," Ted replied.  "I'm going to have to fix that."


	Upstairs, Claudette was cleaning up and dressing for bed; knowing
Mom, she'd let her stew until the morning before delivering whatever
godawful punishment she decided to mete out.  A lot was going to depend upon
what information Mom got from Ted -- and she was probably peeling him like
an onion...  She shuddered; well, he'd get what he deserved...

	But what DID he deserve?  Okay, he'd slapped her around some -- but
he was right, she'd been slapped before -- although how HE knew that was an
open question!  He'd embarrassed her and gotten her naked and tied her up --
and generally rode herd on her.  But on the other hand, he had been right
about a number of things -- mistakes she had made in manipulating Rob, for
instance.  Probably one of her first mistakes there was not bothering to
realize that she WAS manipulating Rob, and really had no long-term plans for
him...  She remembered everything she had done while under his sway, too,
and realized that he must have understood very early what was happening.
She remembered sticking her nose in his crotch and suddenly having NOTHING
matter as much as getting more of that enticing aura and scratching the itch
between her legs -- an itch that Ted had used magic fingers to scratch, by
the way -- something he really didn't HAVE to do...

	Little Beast was gone -- or maybe just merged back into her
personality; in any case, now there was nothing separating and pointing up
'inappropriate' urges as opposed to more normal, everyday thoughts.  As a
result, Claudette didn't really give the negative aspects of slipping her
hand into her frilly nightie bottoms much thought -- it happened more or
less naturally as a result of thinking about Ted's magic touch and the
explosive sensations it gave her.  It took no time at all to discover that
HER fingers could light up her cookie, too!

	They felt good, but Claudette realized almost immediately that
concentrating on the mechanics of the operation made the whole thing a
little disgusting and masked the pleasure.  Fortunately, Ted had given her a
smorgasbord of experiences...  The taste and texture of his cock, the
amazing, exciting feel of it becoming rock-hard, swelling, and blasting his
tasty juice in her mouth...  The feel of his hand on her breast, kneading,
toying with her nipple, (her hand moved to recreate the remembered
sensations without thought).  How had she managed NOT to realize that the
occasional itchy tingles she got in her breasts and her cookie and a couple
of other places were the tip of an iceberg of sensation?  And kissing --
deep, tongue-filled French kissing -- what an amazing thing, especially when
it was accompanied by touches here and there in other places?  Claudette
remembered Ted's lips, his tongue invading her mouth to do battle with hers
while his hands worked on her other soft spots, tweaking and rubbing and...
Oh!  Oh!!  OHH!!!  Lightning flashed and thunder rolled; Claudette whited
out to the tune of her first self-induced orgasm.

	Guilt arrived with the aftermath; if Mom really COULD tell that
she'd been touching herself, she was done for; maybe the whole Ted thing
would mask it for a few days, though.  Claudette had NO IDEA what Mom would
do when she discovered the fact -- but Mom had always promised dire
consequences...  All this didn't keep her from teasing her little nubbin to
extend the lovely feelings it had given her, either, even as she attempted
to envision her mother's awful response to the infraction -- it was just too
good...


	Conversation had come to a halt downstairs with Ted's most recent
remark; Charlotte was busy jumping to conclusions...

	Ted detected it.  "Sorry -- that was a general comment.  I'm not
looking to, ummm, trade on this..."

	"What DO you intend to do with our dirty little family secret?"
Charlotte asked sharply.

	"I really hadn't gotten much beyond domesticating Claudette," Ted
replied.

	"Domesticating?"

	Ted shrugged.  "Once you get past the Ice Princess thing, she kind
of grows on you.  I was having fun even before the pheromone thing surfaced
-- I just didn't see any future in it, the way things were going. We made a
lot of ground tonight..."

	"And if I disapprove..."

	"That will make things difficult..."  Ted's body language said the
he wasn't going to back down without a fight.

	'Impressive little bastard', Charlotte thought.  It might be a whole
lot better to dump responsibility on him for the family's continued well-
being than to expect Claudette to do a better job -- either in managing
things herself or in selecting a mate...  Actually she HAD picked him,
hadn't she?  "Let's get to the particulars.  What indignities DID you impose
on my daughter?"

	Ted frowned.  "I'm not sure what kind of idiot telling you would
make me, but I probably ought to avoid that."

	Charlotte smiled.  "I don't know if you're aware of this, but you've
been in this room a good ten minutes longer than I expected you to.  Believe
me, I've had my hands full with that silly little cow, and she'd certainly
benefit from having someone keeping an eye on her who had both a brain AND a
spinal column!  I put up with Robbie because he was a fine choice from a
social standpoint -- but Claudette's unconscious assumption that he wasn't
going to be around for the long run probably came from me.  YOU, on the
other hand, have been consistently impressive, thus far -- but I DO need to
know just how far you'll go, one way or another.  Consider that you have a
general amnesty..."

	Ted gave her a hard stare in return.  "I DO have, um, certain items
of insurance..."

	Charlotte produced a predatory smile, "See?  Come on -- you KNOW you
want to!"

	"Good reason NOT to!" Ted grunted.  "Okay, one final question,
first.  You called Claudette's odd behavior 'our dirty little family
secret'.  Is this, um, oddity genetic?  Does it extend to you?"

	Ted knew the answer before Charlotte uttered it; she was unable to
school her expression.  'DAMN, he's sharp!'  "Let's just say that I won't be
allowing you to stand over me any too closely.  And that my husband, who
benefits from the situation also, wouldn't take too kindly to such an
action.  It's one of the very few areas where he knows EXACTLY which side
his bread is buttered on..."

	Ted shrugged.  A weapon was a weapon was a weapon...  "Okay.  Let's
see.  I hauled her out to the bushes so we could have some peace and quiet,
read her chapter and verse on how she fucked up with Robbie, and started
beating on her defenses, warning her that she couldn't do to me what she did
to him in public OR in private.  Mostly, it was just to soften her up and
make things easier later, since there was NO WAY I was going to get sucked
in to a no-win situation!  When she got balky -- which took longer than I
thought it would, even though I was playing with her pretty gently -- I
dumped her on her face and tied her hands behind her back.  She ranted and
raved a while about how awful I was, and threatened to scream -- so I made
sure she did, and that she realized that it wasn't going to help her.
Somewhere in the process I discovered that she'd been slapped around before
and knew how to deal with it -- which made things easier..."  He delivered a
significant look to his victim's mother before continuing, "I made her shuck
out of her skirt, panties, and pantyhose, then hauled off the rest of her
stuff, basically holding out the carrot that if she was a good girl maybe
shit wouldn't roll too far downhill -- not that I expected much.  I gave her
this lecture about how she needed to be cool about blowjobs, because they
were something she could offer me for my help with her little social
problem, but, frankly, I expected to throat-fuck her while she screamed
bloody murder or some such.  Imagine my surprise..."

	Charlotte smiled grimly.  "I don't have to -- I've seen it first-
hand a couple of times...  I wasn't lucky that way; I didn't know in advance
that it was going to happen and I had no one looking out for me.  I got
kicked out of my house, and I changed colleges three times before I got some
control over things..."  She shook her head.  "So, suddenly she was all
about delivering a great blow job?"

	"Yeah," Ted nodded, "with all the trimmings.  Right away, I noticed
that the numbers didn't add -- but it gave me a handle on her, so I backed
off.  Besides, she was giving me a REALLY good blow job!"  He shook his
head, remembering.  "She starts begging me to free her hands so she could do
a better job -- and I'm thinking 'Yeah, right -- this is where she does a
Bobbitt on me and runs!' -- but she offered to take the rope around her
neck, and it has a quick-release.  So I demonstrate to her that fucking up
is serious shit and let her have what she wants -- and she doesn't seem to
care about anything but putting her nose in my pubes!  By the time we were
done, she'd graduated to deep throat!"  He mused a moment.  "The Ice
Princess sucking me dry and smacking her lips -- THAT was a picture..."  He
gathered himself.  "Anyway, I backed her off and we started cleaning up --
and it became obvious that whatever she was high on was wearing off, so I
tried an experiment -- pulling her into my lap to calm her down.  Worked
like a charm, so I decided, 'Hey, what the fuck', and diddled her and got
her off..."

	Charlotte, who had been fine until then, grimaced.  "Damn!"

	"What?"

	"I've been deliberately shielding her from Sex 101; when I
discovered that I could rub myself off at a little younger than she is, I
had one hand in my panties thirty-six hours a day!  Only one thing kept me
from doing myself; you can probably guess what THAT was!"

	"Um, something better?"

	"Oh, yeah."  Charlotte rolled her eyes.  "And since I was already
pistol-hot, it didn't have to smell right, either!  THAT'S what got me
kicked out of the house!"

	"Oops!" Ted grimaced an apology.

	"You weren't to know," Charlotte sighed.  "It's going to take both
of us to keep the silly cow from ruining her reputation!"

	"Both of us?"

	Charlotte nodded, smiling grimly.  "I have to give her credit -- the
silly goose went about it wrong, but I think she picked the right boy!  You
appear to have a number of... valuable qualities... that I probably would
not have been able to select for by merely looking for popularity and
income."  She eyed him.  "Unless you've had your jollies and you're not
interested in herding the silly cow..."

	Ted shrugged.  "Like I said, she grows on you."

	"One other thing -- you're, uh, 'adequate'?" Charlotte asked
delicately, one eyebrow arched.

	Ted grinned like a shark.  "So I'm told.  I'd show you, but you
might misinterpret it as a threat..."

	"Wise," Charlotte agreed.  "Could you ballpark the length?"

	Ted measured out an approximation of his more than adequate length
between his hands, "Like so?"

	"Good."  Charlotte nodded, pleased.  "One thing we can do is
introduce her to the real thing before she becomes too reliant upon her
fingers.  Better that she daydreams about phallic objects than having her
sit around all day with her hands in her panties!"  She sighed.  "The
'saving myself for marriage' thing was merely a preventative measure; now
that Pandora's Box is open, we may as well fill it.  I assume you're up to
fucking her?"

	Ted goggled.  "Yes!"

	"You realize that this makes you responsible for her sorry ass..."
Charlotte admonished.  Ted nodded.  "She's on the Pill -- it helps...
attenuate things...  Upstairs, second door on the right."  She rose.  "Now I
have to brief her father..."  Ted nodded again; it wasn't his problem.  No
doubt the whole thing had been war-gamed extensively.  He turned and bolted
for the stairs.  Charlotte watched him out of sight, sighed and swept out,
headed for her bedroom.  She'd have to awaken Hubert, and he'd be grumpy
even before he knew why -- but he would mellow, and she'd have had to awaken
him, anyway; she was horny...

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	Claudette was idly running her fingers through her pubic thatch,
wondering if she dared play with her nubbin again.  It was SOOOO relaxing...
Well, afterward, anyway -- during, she got pretty tense.

	Those musings came to an abrupt end when a voice rasped, "Get your
hands out of there!" from the doorway.  Claudette jumped a foot, then jumped
again upon seeing the owner of the voice!  "Ted!  Have you killed my
mother?"  It was literally the only way she could fathom having him darken
her bedroom door...

	"Nooo..." Ted drawled.  "Actually, we kind of hit it off.  She went
to bed, I think."

	"Ted, you're NOT supposed to BE here!"

	"Oh, but I am!"  Ted looked smug.

	"No way!"

	"Way!"

	Eyeing Ted fearfully, Claudette reached for her cell phone -- but he
just stood there.  "Who are you calling?"

	"Mom."

	"Cool.  Nine one one would be embarrassing."

	The phone rang five times before her mother picked up.  "Mom, are
you all right?"

	"I'm fine, Princess.  Why?"

	"Well, Ted's in my room..."

	"Yeah.  I'm proud of you, Princess -- I think maybe you brought home
the bacon with this one!"

	"I-- What?"

	"Well, you picked him out, didn't you?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"I can see why you did -- he's pretty good in social situations."

	"Well, okay -- but he's HERE in my BEDROOM!"

	"Oh, that.  Well, you've advanced a good distance tonight in some
directions.  Ted and I are agreed that you're going to require assistance
and support in order to avoid the kinds of problems that I had at your age
-- and he's uniquely qualified to deliver it..."

	Claudette sat there, getting more and more flustered.  "I don't
understand!"

	"Princess, a lot of the things I've done in the past were for your
protection, as mean as they seemed to be -- but tonight you moved beyond my
ability to continue to protect you properly."

	"But..."

	"You were forced?  You were, and you weren't, Princess -- I'm sure
you realize that.  Right now, you're extremely vulnerable."  There was a
pause.  "You've touched yourself already, haven't you?"

	'Damn.'  "Yes, Mom."

	"That continues to be a no-no -- for your own good, I assure you!
But it'll be tough, without proper support -- and Ted is there to provide
it."

	"How?  Is he supposed to beat me when I do it?"

	There was a laugh on the other end of the line.  "Well, that might
be necessary -- and at this point, I trust him to make the correct decisions
-- and execute them, for that matter!  But that's not what we're up to,
here.  Surely you realize that fingers are a substitute?"

	"Well, yeah..."  Claudette rolled her eyes.

	"Well, then.  Ted will be providing your initiation to the real
thing."

	"He WHAT?  What about saving...?"

	"Princess, surely you realize by now that that isn't going to
happen!  That was a technique that I was using to keep you headed in the
right direction and forestall the inevitable -- but you're beyond that now,
and we must take other measures."

	Claudette was nonplussed.  "What do you want me to do?"

	"I want you to have sex with Ted," came the amazing reply.  "I want
you to enjoy yourself -- as many times as you like!  I think you'll find
that Ted will be amenable to your direction in social situations -- and
he'll probably mellow, somewhat, anyway -- AND he will help you keep your
private cravings under control and private!"

	"I...  I STILL don't understand!" Claudette wailed, frustrated.

	Charlotte sighed.  "I know, Princess.  Let's talk about it at
breakfast.  For now, put the strategic piece away and put yourself in Ted's
hands.  Okay?"

	"Okay."  Claudette hesitated.  "I'm nervous."

	"Lay with your head on Ted's lap for a bit."

	"Mom!  You don't... You DO!"  'Omigawd, she knows about his smell!'

	"Yes, Princess.  What do you think I've been up to?  Run along now
-- I really need to pay some attention to your father..."  Charlotte's voice
developed a distinct strain.

	"Yes, Mom."  Claudette folded the phone, bemused.

	"All better?" Ted asked perfunctorily.

	"I guess.  What are we going to do?"

	"I think you know.  Do I need to be graphic?" Ted replied.  "Earlier
this evening, when things weren't going well, I'd have probably made it
sound awful, just to keep you terrorized -- but at this point, that's not
what we're up to."  He settled on the bed beside her.  "How about this?  I'm
going to show you real sex, so you accept no substitutes."

	"I'm a little freaked right now," Claudette admitted.  "Mom
suggested that I lay in your lap for a bit."

	Ted frowned.  "I'd like to minimize that."

	"Why?  It works for you..."

	"Because it papers over what you're really feeling.  We're looking
at the long haul, here -- if you can't stand me, well, that's gonna suck.
I'd rather not tie us up like that."

	"That didn't seem to be a problem, earlier..."  'Gee, he's sounding
all soft, or something...'

	"Well, it works -- and it gave us a shot, despite the way things
were going.  But the further downstream I follow this, the more I think that
you really need to have feelings for me that don't come from how I smell to
you..."  Ted rubbed his temples.  "Where are we on that?"

	"Well..." Claudette thought about it.  "You can be a real piece of
work..."

	Ted shrugged, nodded.  "That may come in handy, actually."

	Claudette eyed him dubiously for a moment, then moved on to other
things, "Why did you, uh, masturbate me?"

	"I felt like you deserved it.  You'd gone out of your way and been
real good.  I felt kind of... obligated."

	"Obligated?"

	"Well, now that I think about it, that's going too far.  I just felt
like giving you something back."

	Claudette pondered this.  "So what do you think of me?"

	Ted grimaced.  "Well, things have changed.  Before tonight, I only
knew what I'd have to call the 'old' Claudette, okay?  The old Claudette
wasn't any too impressive, from my point of view.  The old Claudette
approached me earlier this evening with some vague plan for me to become her
boyfriend so she could one-up Rob and Mary.  I took the old Claudette out to
the boonies to give her what she deserved, basically, for being a
manipulative bitch.  You follow so far?"

	"Yeah."  Claudette looked distinctly unhappy.

	"Once we got out there, though, I started seeing a different
Claudette. You were listening to me and paying attention and trying things.
I still didn't really have any hope of getting what I wanted out of the
deal, but I started looking at a back-out plan -- and the more you hung in
there, the more serious about it I got.  Of course eventually I pushed you
too far -- which was part of the original plan, I admit -- but I was still
pushing for you to be cool about stuff, in the hopes that I'd find some way
to pull it out.  Remember that long lecture I gave you before the blowjob?
That was going to pretty much make or break things, I figured.  Earlier in
the evening, I wouldn't have bothered; I'd have just stuck my dick down your
throat and slapped the shit out of you any time you gave me any trouble.
But by then I was thinking that if I could just find some handle on you, I
could go ahead and try to make the deal..."

	Ted shook his head, remembering.  "Then you delivered -- MAN, did
you deliver!  I pretty much figured something was weird when you first
started sniffing around my crotch, but the thing was, I was seeing a whole
different Claudette!  I mean, sure, I got the blowjob of my life -- but I
also got a look at how you really were, inside the wall, you know?  That's
REALLY why I kind of turned it around..."

	Claudette smiled crookedly.  "So, I'm supposed to like you because
you stopped slapping me around and didn't rape me and leave me stranded in
the middle of nowhere?"

	Ted scratched his head.  "Well, I might have tried to spin it a
little differently, but I guess that's it..."

	Claudette shook her head.  "Weirdly, I get that, sort of."  She
snickered.  "Maybe you'd better let me lay in your lap..."

	Ted rolled his eyes, "Oh, shut up and kiss me!"

	Claudette let it happen; she let him pull her to him and accepted
his lips, then opened her mouth when his tongue demanded it.  She let
herself enjoy it, too, and was a little breathless with arousal when they
broke the kiss.  That, more than anything else, told her that the pair of
them would be okay.  It was gut instinct more than anything else, but she
felt that she could go with that.  Besides, Mom liked him -- how weird was
THAT?  Sighing, she murmured, "I guess we should get undressed again..."

	Ted took this for the acceptance it was and hugged her to him.
Claudette mused, "And I do still want a smell -- just a little one, to help
with the hard parts.  Do you think it's just a crotch thing, or it's other
places, too?"

	Ted shrugged.  "Who knows?  Where else is good -- pits?"  He sniffed
himself, then offered her an armpit for testing -- and was mildly amazed
when she leaned in and sniffed.

	"Kind of rank," she observed, smiling, then paused to analyze
things.  "Ummm, I'm not horny..."

	... But she was still leaning against him, Ted noticed.  "Feeling
better, though?"

	"Ummm, a little calmer, I guess."  She lay quietly against his
shoulder for a moment.  "You have a reputation.  Everybody says you're
rough...  You were rough with me, some, too..."

	"That was different."  Ted's voice was gruff.

	"Different, how?"  Claudette felt like she was walking on eggshells,
but something was keeping her calm and granting her the ability to ask these
questions...

	Ted sensed that Claudette was getting something from proximity to
his armpits, after all.  "I was taking something, then.  Now I'm giving
something.  Was I rough when I got you off?"

	"No."

	"I was giving something then, too."

	Claudette absorbed this.  "Okay."

	"I'm gonna pull off my shirt.  Why don't you come out of those --
what are they, anyway?"  Ted pointed at the ruffled panties that went with
Claudette's baby-doll nightie.

	"Panties, Silly.  Well, maybe bloomers."  She leaned up so that Ted
could whip off his shirt.  "What about the nightie?"

	"Probably a good idea," Ted agreed.  He stood up.  "Here, let me
help with the bottoms."  Claudette eyed him a moment, shrugged, lay back on
the bed and lifted her hips.

	Ted had been wondering how he could get Claudette going without
fingering her or letting her whiff him again.  Her mother had been pretty
clear about the fact that she wanted masturbation de-emphasized...  Leaning
in to pull off the bottoms, he murmured, "I bet you smell good, too..."

	Claudette said, "What?"

	But a light had flashed in Ted's brain, and he was going to run with
it!  Ted finished removing Claudette's bloomers, then dropped to his knees
beside the bed and slid his hands under her hips.  "I SAID, I bet YOU smell
good, too!" he replied, hauling her forward.

	"Ted, I..." Claudette started to struggle -- but then Ted's breath
washed across her cookie.  She froze.  'Omigawd, he's going to eat it!'

	It was too late to close her legs -- Ted's shoulders were wedged
between her knees.  "Relax," Ted murmured, "You're gonna LOVE this!"  And
with that, he lowered his tongue to Claudette's box.

	"Ooooooohhhhhh!"  'And I thought fingers were good!'  Claudette's
head swam.  Ted's lips settled over her bump and his tongue flicked along
the bottom of it and into the crack of her cookie, and Claudette forgot to
worry about Ted's possible behavior -- THIS would make up for just about
ANYTHING!  She didn't think about crossing her legs on his back or burying
both hands in his hair -- she was too busy concentrating on that magic
tongue and the INCREDIBLE things it was doing to her cookie!  "Oh, Ted!  Oh,
God!  Ohhh!  Oh, yes!  Oh, God!  Yes!  YES!  YYYEEEESSSSSS!!!"  In no time,
Claudette arched herself into Ted's questing mouth, screaming as an orgasm
ripped through her, one that made previous experience pale by comparison,
causing her to clench and jerk and grunt and gasp while clutching that magic
mouth to her suddenly juicy cookie!  She bucked and rolled for a good thirty
seconds before the shock waves settled back and she could collapse.
"Omigod!!  That was..."

	Ted raised a wet grinning face, "That was just the appetizer!"

	Claudette's eyes popped.  "Surely not!"

	Ted nodded, grinning.  "Wait until we get to the real thing!"

	"Let me catch my breath!" Claudette gasped.  She levered herself up
and started pulling off the nightie.  "Are you staying the night?"  Gone
were long-term concerns; Ted -- the here and now Ted -- didn't inspire fear
in her.  Whatever had gone before, the things that he'd done to others --
the Ted she had with her here in her bed hadn't done them.  That other Ted
might show up again -- and he might not -- but she would cross that bridge
when she got to it.

	"Yeah, it looks like it."  Hell, it was already two or three in the
morning...  Ted kicked off his shoes and started working his way out of his
pants.

	Claudette scooted up to help -- which put her basically nose to
crotch with Ted as she worked with Ted to get his pants and his underwear
down his legs.  Ted's cock surfaced -- already stiff and hard -- and
Claudette's cookie, already wet and drooling, got seriously itchy again!

	"Awright, you've had your nose full," Ted chastised, but Claudette
leaned forward and took the mushroom head of his penis between her lips,
anyway.  Ted hissed in pleasure, but gently pushed on her shoulders,
disengaging her.  "This load isn't going down your throat, Hon -- this one's
going where it belongs!"  Then a thought occurred to him, "What about
rubbers?"

	"I'm on the Pill," Claudette replied huskily, "to keep me from
cramping during my monthlies."  She reached out and slid her fingers up and
down the hot shaft before her, more or less mesmerized.  She'd already been
aroused; the wash of his pheromones was a multiplier.

	'Monthlies' Ted grunted to himself.  'Talk about sheltered.  Can't
even say period...'  It didn't take much in the way of a mental leap to
realize that her mother had probably used that as an excuse to put Claudette
on the Pill as insurance -- in case she discovered sex on her own and
managed to keep it a secret.  Actually, now that he thought about it, she'd
said Claudette was protected...  "Lay back and open up -- it's time we put
the parts together properly!"

	Claudette did as she was told, her face a study in happy
anticipation -- even instinctively grabbing her knees!  Ted stopped dead for
a moment to admire the picture -- which was a porn magazine fantasy come
true!  There she was -- blonde, busty, and beautiful, spread in invitation,
with the mother of all 'fuck me!' looks on her face!  And him without a
camera...

	While he climbed onto the bed, he remembered the other incredible
piece -- she was cherry, too!  Already, given the waves of lust she was
throwing off, you could forget the fact that she was inexperienced -- but it
was Ted's job tonight to NOT forget; it was Ted's job to make sure she
looked forward to the NEXT fuck as much as she was looking forward to THIS
one!  Ted got his head on straight and knelt up, not trying to insert
himself yet, but sliding his pipe along her slit.  Kneading her sweet,
rounded breasts, he murmured, "Okay, Hon, we're gonna do the cherry-picking
thing now.  It's probably gonna hurt for a little bit, but it'll get better
quick -- okay?"

	"Okay," Claudette gasped.  Did he have ANY idea what sliding his
penis along her cookie felt like?  The thing felt like silk sliding along
her love bump, pushing her lips open so it could come right into contact
with the most sensitive part...  She was shaking, and it had NOTHING to do
with fear!

	It seemed to Ted that Claudette's twat sprang open; one second her
little clam was closed up tight, and the next he was running along the pink
channel between her thick outer lips.  He sawed his cock back and forth
along it a couple more times and looked up, "Ready?"

	"Uh huh!"  Claudette could barely get the acknowledgement out;
excitement had her breathless.  If this was as good as advertised -- and she
KNEW it was going to be...

	Ted reoriented, pressed his glans against her tiny opening, and
began to apply pressure.  Not much happened -- except that Claudette's face
started reflecting dismay and discomfort.  Okay, wrong tactic -- so how was
HE to know?  This was HIS first cherry, too!  All of his other 'conquests'
had been already used sluts of one stripe or another...  "Sorry," he
muttered, easing up and making sure of his point of aim.  "We're gonna try a
different technique..."  Nerving himself, he swayed his back to give himself
the necessary power and snapped his hips.

	"Auugh!" Claudette wailed.  Ted was surprised; he'd done the job,
but only barely!  His glans was wedged in the opening and a warm wetness was
leaking past the shaft -- something he didn't have to look at to know that
it was blood...

	Claudette was wearing a look of mixed violation and betrayal; Ted
held still and caressed her cheek.  "I know.  I'm sorry, but you had the
real thing, there, and it was tough.  It'll get better in a minute.  I bet
you don't even use tampons..."

	"No..."  Claudette looked puzzled, and Ted detected another
dimension to her mother's efforts to keep Claudette from blooming too early.
There seemed to be no end to them -- plans within plans within plans --
Charlotte must have been a real slut in her day...  Ted held himself in
place and worked on rubbing Claudette's stiff nipples to keep her stimulated
while her surprisingly tiny twat adapted to its intruder.

	The effort was a good choice; Claudette maintained her level of
arousal and the tweaking triggered an ongoing flow of dampness and
relaxation.  In only ten or fifteen seconds, Claudette was wriggling
experimentally, wincing but obviously getting something out of it.  "Ready
for more?" Ted asked.

	"Uh huh," Claudette replied.  "Is it all going to fit?"

	"Yes, Honey -- remember, babies come out of there..." Ted forced a
chuckle.  "Yours is just unused.  Next time, it won't hurt and we can go
straight to the fun part."

	"Okay."  Claudette felt full NOW -- but Ted was right, obviously.
And as for the fun part, well, she was already getting hints...

	Ted backed a bit before pressing forward, which surprised her -- but
then, she didn't have Ted's experience with a lack of lubrication, garnered
from a couple of run-ins with sluts who got nervous and changed their minds
at the last minute and had to be brought into line to ensure that they
followed through.  Okay, maybe that wasn't EXACTLY how it had gone -- but it
certainly hadn't gone like this...  He took his time, savoring the
incredibly hot, wet tightness of her channel and not forcing things, amazed
at his patience.  Maybe it was the fact that Claudette wasn't thrashing
around and wailing for him to stop after giving him the come-on...  No,
Claudette had her eyes locked on his and her lower lip caught between her
teeth -- and was obviously living in her twat as much as he was living in
his dick!  They developed a pattern; he would back a bit and she would lift
her hips -- then he would sink it until there was a certain amount of
resistance, stop, and she would lower herself and they both would relax
while she flowered open some more.  Six or eight repetitions later, their
pubic bones came into contact and Ted announced, "See, I told you.  Ready?"

	Claudette was certain that Ted's penis was all the way to her chest,
but nothing had gotten in the way and she KNEW there was a cervix in there,
somewhere...  "What now?"

	"Now I start moving."  Ted did so -- not anything resembling long
strokes, just short back and forth movements in her tight tunnel.

	"Oooohhhh!"  Claudette's eyes closed, but her lips curled up.  "Is
that how it's done?"  Ted felt just wonderful rubbing back and forth inside
her, and he kept bumping her sensitive cookie bump with his bony pubic
mound.  It was... mmmmmmm... hard to think, even to come up with a
description...

	"Well, it's a start.  Wait until I can really get going..."  Man!
Talk about tight!  Ted was gritting his teeth; he'd have blown a nut by now
if she hadn't drained him earlier.  As it was, he'd almost completely
recovered -- and maintaining until Claudette got her nut was gonna be
Hell...

	... Well, maybe not, after all.  The whites of Claudette's eyes were
showing all around the irises and her mouth was open, but nothing was coming
out -- and she appeared to be panting through her nose...  "Honey?"

	"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"  Claudette's eyes rolled up, her head
went back, her back arched -- but her legs wrapped around Ted's thighs,
making sure he didn't go anywhere too far!  The dance she did on his dick
for the next twenty seconds exceeded anything he had done thus far -- but
was so erratic that he managed to maintain control through it; it seemed
like he was in a different place in her twat every time she took a bounce!
Hell, he wasn't driving -- he was just hanging on while she tore things up
from below!  Finally, she dropped back and surrendered control, babbling,
"Omigodhogodohgodomigodohgod..."  Obviously, this had been a signal event
for her...

	First, there had been fingering.  New horizons had opened for
Claudette when Ted did magical things in her crotch with his.  Then tongues
had come along, and it had been better by an order of magnitude -- and hard
to imagine anything that might be any better.  Ted's penis hadn't been
encouraging at the start -- and Claudette was still getting twinges -- but
they just blended into the smorgasbord that his movement in her brought and
BANG!  Suddenly she couldn't control her hips and wave after wave was
crashing over her; her body was on automatic, throwing itself at her lover
and it WOULD NOT STOP!!!

	Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed -- but Ted started moving
again, and his very first stroke (a longer one than he had been using before
the uproar) told her that it would all happen again, very soon...

	"How are you feeling?" he asked.

	"Oh, I want to do this FOREVER!"

	'Oh, holy shit!'  "Really?"  An answer wasn't required; the beatific
look on her face told it all!  'I've created a monster!'  Already, she was
throwing herself back at him in a manner that reminded him of his recent
run-in with Darla Jean -- who had to have been his hottest conquest to date,
until now...  The way she was moving, rough wasn't going to be an issue --
avoiding painful might be, though...

	The next forty-five minutes were a revelation; Ted COULD fuck that
long with Claudette, because she did half the work -- and she was all over
the place half of the time!  About the time he thought he was on the fast
track to getting a nut, Claudette would go completely wild and rhythm and
stroke went out the window, and took his nut with it.  Finally, almost raw,
he managed to ride her home -- largely because she was as exhausted as he
was -- and such was his level of stimulation that when he finally went off,
the geyser soaked the sheets as it foamed out of her around his pulsing
cock.  Ted totally whited out; the cum was like nothing he'd ever
experienced before -- but when he came back to himself his dick was so sore
he was sure it was blistered.  "Jesus, Honey, you're gonna kill us both!"

	"Um hummm..." Claudette mumbled, clearly somewhere else...

	She couldn't move -- but then, she didn't want to!  Such bliss...
Ted rolled off of her and crashed flat on his back; Claudette's immediate
response was to roll over, throwing one arm and one leg over him, put her
head on his shoulder, and to begin to snore.

	Ted was exhausted, but sleep didn't arrive immediately.  Being
wrapped up in a female (literally) was part of it; he'd never shared a bed.
But his brain was racing -- was this Heaven or Hell?  It apparently depended
solely upon his attitude; sure she was a challenge far beyond anything he
had ever encountered -- but the rewards...  Back and forth...  Finally,
post-coital bladder urgency demanded that he gently slide out of her grasp
and he staggered off to pee.

	When he returned, it was to stand over a beautiful, golden-haired
angel.  Before that evening, she'd been 'that bitch'.  Of COURSE she was
beautiful, she was the queen of local society -- a blonde Barbie doll with
an uppity attitude that needed taking down a peg.  But she always managed to
dress as if she was a display piece in a chastity belt -- nice cleavage, but
heavily padded bras so you couldn't see her nips, short skirts, but serious
pantyhose...  She was something right out of a toothpaste commercial --
little Miss America, unsexy because she was untouchable.

	The girl on the bed, however, was a beautiful collection of sweet,
naked curves caught in the innocence of sleep.  And not only was she
touchable, he'd done THE single most intimate act anyone would ever do with
her!  If her mother was to be believed, she was going to be exceedingly high
maintenance from a sexual standpoint -- and she'd probably get out from
under his thumb at some point and put horns on him.  But for now, this was
his girl -- no, this was his WOMAN! -- and he would stay in the saddle for
as long as he could...  He slid back into bed, and Claudette cuddled up,
spreading golden hair over his shoulder and pushing a pair of soft, round
breasts into his side.  Ted drifted off to sleep, smiling -- satisfied with
his lot in life for what may have been the first time ever.