Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 61
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: MF interr oral D/s rom mf rom voy

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
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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 61
Various Couplings

	Dinner at the Hansen's was delayed by the chaos of Louise's settling
in; Donna insisted that she move in with Becky, which meant finding an old
bed and chest in the cellar and setting it up in Becky's room -- which
cramped Becky's style, she insisted quite loudly.  Dwayne would sleep on the
couch in the den, for now; theoretically, his mother would let up at some
point in the near future, when he had proven trustworthy -- but Dwayne
wasn't holding his breath.

	Dinner was rushed, too -- again, Becky was vocal, this time in a
positive way.  "You KNOW Louise has no clothes, don't you?  I mean NONE!  MY
stuff won't fit her -- we're gonna have to go shopping!"  There was a
certain amount of glee to that last announcement...  Donna was forced to
agree; Louise was one bra cup up on her, despite being about the same for
bust measurement -- and clothing fit for a woman in her mid-thirties MIGHT
fit Louise's more muscular frame, but wouldn't necessarily be that much
better than the godawful floor-length stuff Louise had been wearing.  Becky
was smaller in every dimension -- with the possible exception of shoe size.
Sunday evening notwithstanding, it was off to the mall...

	Donna made it a girls-only outing -- a convenience when probing for
information.  Out from under Dwayne's wing, Louise would be more responsive,
Donna suspected.

	The tale didn't change any, however.  "So what really happened?"
Donna asked, in the car on the way.

	"When?" Louise asked cautiously.

	"In the beginning, I guess.  How did you two meet?"

	"I went to the basketball game.  Dwayne was playing. He was, well,
already a target..."

	"Gawd!  Why?" Becky asked.

	Louise looked at her like she had two heads.  "Are you blind?  AND
deaf?  Dwayne is good looking, athletic, a basketball star...  Not that the
sports thing is anything with a future, but at least he's not the Pillsbury
Doughboy!  And he has a reputation for doing right by girls..."

	Donna frowned.  "What's 'doing right'?"

	"Being kind, gentle.  The thing with Ted and Darla Jean was
apparently a horror show, but he hung in there and took care of her."

	"Are we talking about in general, or as a lover?" Donna wanted to
know.  "Shut up, Becky," she added, heading off problems from THAT quarter.

	"Ummm, both," Louise replied.  "Look, I WAS looking at his
reputation as a lover!  Sex was on the list of things I wanted to take care
of before graduation, and things were getting tight!"  She mused a moment.
"Messy as things are, this is my big break!  I'd already decided that it was
high time I got out there and took some risks when I got to the game.  But
when I actually took a good look at Dwayne, and Mary Eikenberry offered to
help me make an impression, well..."

	"When did you get tight with Mary?" Becky asked.  "Isn't she a--"

	"A what?"  Louise growled.  "Naturally, YOU would listen to that
bitch Claudette..."

	"Well, how did she get Robbie, then?" Becky countered.

	"Your question SHOULD be 'How did she KEEP Robbie?'!" Louise replied
hotly.  "The Bang Nation method does NOT work on Robbie!"

	Becky frowned, thinking.  "So, it wasn't sex?"

	"Sex isn't enough with Robbie; it never was.  Think about it -- how
could Claudette have lasted so long?" Louise pointed out.

	"Is sex enough with Dwayne?" Donna asked sharply.

	Louise smiled.  "I don't think so..."

	"Okay, so, you met at the game..." Donna brought things back on
track.

	"After, actually.  He took me home.  That MONSTER Ted came over and
acted like I was there for HIM..." Louise shuddered.

	"That's a date?" Becky laughed.  "He took you home?  That's what --
three blocks?"

	"Well, it might as well have been, given the preparation," Louise
countered.  "I was wearing my usual stuff; Mary took me downstairs for a
makeover.  Basically, it was a lot like the outfit you gave me to stand at
the top of the stairs in -- there was a little bit more blouse, but it was
yellow, and I was braless.  The shorts were my gym shorts, so they were
looser..."

	"Yeah, you'd look good in yellow," Becky mused.  Louise looked like
she lived in the sun -- apparently that was her basic skin tone.  Certainly,
she wasn't exposing herself to the sun...

	"Let me get this straight," Donna interrupted.  "You went to the
game intending to pick up Dwayne?"

	"Yes," Louise agreed.  "Why is that such a surprise?  Does everyone
just haphazardly collect the first guy she rubs against, or something?"

	Donna laughed, "Well, no -- but I figured it all went the other way
around!"

	"Oh, no!" Louise replied, seriously, "It was all carefully arranged!
Mary even called Robbie to get him to bring Dwayne up to the bleachers!"
She smiled, remembering.  "It was all worth it, watching his eyes pop..."

	"You dress right and a LOT of boy's eyes will pop!" Becky laughed.

	"Maybe," Louise agreed, "but I'm good with the one I have, for now.
He understands me."

	"Five minutes after the game is not a date," Donna observed.  "You
couldn't have learned much about each other in that time."

	"Well, no -- not if it had been five minutes.  But we stopped at the
park, and it was more like forty-five."

	Donna raised an eyebrow.  "What did you do?"

	Time to hide a few details.  "Well, we talked -- you know, 'Why
didn't I notice you?' -- that kind of thing.  I got really nervous, and went
limp on him -- and he got suspicious that he was being played."

	"Limp?" Becky queried.

	"Look, I'm not real brave.  I get told what to do -- always have.  I
let fear get a grip on me and just started agreeing with everything..."
Louise explained.

	"I bet Big Brother LOVED THAT!" Becky chortled.

	"Actually, he was suspicious; obviously, he doesn't get that at
home..." Louise eyed Becky archly.  "It almost broke us up before we got
started!  But I managed to stammer out an explanation, and he settled down.
He's still not used to it -- and he CERTAINLY hasn't taken advantage of it!"

	"Okay, so, you talked..." Donna eyed the young woman in the
passenger seat.

	"Well, we necked some, once the misunderstandings were cleared up.
That was... very nice."  She sighed.  "I got home late, and Mama had a fit
-- just having a boy in sight was enough..."

	"Okay, so, date number one," Donna prompted.  "Doesn't sound like
much, but maybe that's a good thing.  Date two?"

	"Mama wasn't going to let a boy come calling, so I got Mary to ask
if we could go to the movies.  Dwayne picked me up, but we ended up
doubling, anyway."

	"How did that go?" Becky asked.

	"We sat up in the back..." Louise left the rest to imagination,
smiling.

	"First?  Second?  Third?" Becky asked.

	"Third, after dinner at Gino's -- and after he told me that we were
NOT having sex in a truck and that if and when I wanted it the first time, I
was going to have to say, 'Pretty please'!"

	"Huh?  That's weird.  Why?" Donna asked.

	Louise shrugged.  "The Ted and Darla Jean thing had him kind of
messed up -- he felt like a rapist.  He said he didn't want to see that look
in my eyes..."

	"That sounds 'WAY too romantic for Big Brother!" Becky exclaimed.

	"Honest to God!" Louise insisted.  "That's why I made a production
of it this morning!  That and, well, I couldn't wait..."

	Donna shook her head.  "Eight o'clock on a Sunday morning?"

	"Mama went off to prepare for the first service at seven-thirty.  It
was REALLY the only time we could be guaranteed a nice place and peace and
quiet..." Louise explained.

	"I just can't believe that Dwayne is such a Boy Scout," Donna
argued.

	"I'm sure he isn't," Louise replied, "in fact, I'm counting on it,
to an extent.  But thus far you're doing him an injustice.  He hasn't done
anything with me that I didn't want him to -- nothing that I didn't plan on,
or organize, or at least hope for..."  She shook her head.  "He's NOT a wolf
-- I don't think he's even average!  Last night, he asked me point-blank if
I would have sex with him if he told me to.  And I said yes, point-blank.
And we didn't have sex.  Does that sound like a wolf?"

	"I guess not..." Donna was nonplussed.

	"Then STOP STOMPING ON HIM!" Louise screeched.  "How am I ever going
to train him to take charge if you keep browbeating him?"

	"Uhhh..."  Donna didn't know WHAT to say!

	"Hey, look -- there's the mall!" Becky rescued everyone.

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

	Phillippe hadn't seen Ed or Velma because they were both in the
kitchen; Velma was working, and Ed was sitting at the table drinking coffee,
mostly.  Everyone else was gone; Nate and Nora had taken their dinners to
their rooms.  Ed looked up from his ruminations, "I'm gonna go watch some
TV."

	"Okay, Hon.  Y'all got things ta do -- Ah don' 'spect y'all ta hang
aroun' here all da time."  Velma kept scrubbing the pot she was working on.

	But Ed continued to sit, scowling.  "Velma, what the fuck are we
doin'?"

	Time to reach for a dish towel... "Whatchew mean, Hon?"

	"Just what I said!  How old are you?"

	"Y'all don' git ta ask dat!" Velma said huffily.

	"It's important, dammit!"

	"Thuty seven.  Why?"

	"I got a dozen years on ya.  Why you want to hang out with an old
fart?"

	"Fook!  Dey ain't a line!"

	"Might be.  Phillippe talks shit, but I bet he'd dip ya."

	"What Ah want ta change up fo'?"

	"I might croak on your ass!" Ed grunted.

	"Ah might croak on yoahs!  Y'all t'ink dis is healthy?" Velma waved
at the expanse of her body.

	"Are we just gonna yell at each other and fuck?  Is that all there
is to it?"

	"Is dat really what we do?" Velma countered.  "Ah don' nevah feel
yelled at, afta..."  She crossed to Ed, and started rubbing his shoulder.
"Ah don' t'ink we can do love talk wit'out laughin' 'bout how stupid it be.
Dis how we handle it."

	"Mebbe," Ed grunted.  "Is it enough?"

	"Fo' me?  It be bettah than anyt'ing ah evah had befo'...  If Ah
gotta choice 'tween dat an' nuthin', Ah'll take dat evah time!"

	"You sure?  We don't either one of us seem ta have any fuckin' idea
what we're doin'.  Them kids seem to have a MUCH better idea..."

	"We kin git dere..."

	"Ya think so?  I'm fifty, for shit's sake!  To change up now..."  Ed
shook his head.

	"Ed, Honey, everbody don' do shit da same!  Ah got shit ta do, an'
yo' got shit ta do -- an' dat's FINE!  But when we can be togetha..."  Velma
closed in and suddenly there was a lot of woman pressed against Ed's right
side.  He stuck out an arm and got a handful of ass cheek, and Velma cooed,
"Dat's yoah's, Honey, if'n y'all wants it..."

	Ed wanted it -- Hell, yeah, he wanted it -- but should he have it?
He squeezed his handful of ass meat.  "I'm no fuckin' catch.  You might end
up wishin' you'd thrown me back!"

	"Fook!  Y'all t'ink Ah be any diff'rent?  An me as big as a fookin'
house?"  Velma chuckled.  "Honey, we is MADE fo' each othah!"

	"Mebbe."  Them watermelon jugs of hers were hanging over his face;
he reached up, left-handed, and started mauling one through that truss she
had to wear to keep 'em up...

	"Ed, Honey, y'all don' wanna git me started..." Velma husked.

	"Huh!  I wouldn't be any too sure about that," Ed grinned.  "Mebbe
I'll fish out one'a them jugs of yours and try to get some milk out of
it..."

	"Who's gonna clean up the puddle mah cooze'll drip on da flo'?"
Velma husked.

	"Mebbe we should get a room," Ed chuckled.  "How much longer you got
here?"

	"Fook it!  Ah cain't stand 'round washin' pots feelin' lahk dis!
Le's go!"  Velma's heart was beating about two hundred times a minute, it
seemed like.

	"My room?"

	"Ah don' care!  Lead da way!  Jus' gimme dat t'ing!  C'mon!"  Velma
hauled Ed out of his chair and pushed him toward the door.

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

	Boris took charge the moment they hit Leticia's door.  "Where are
Pills?"

	"Pills?"

	"Birth control."

	"Oh, THOSE pills!"  Leticia led him to her night table, fished a
pack out of the drawer and brandished it.

	"Toss."

	"With pleasure!"  She side-armed the pill pack into the nearest
trash can.

	"No, pleasure now!"  Boris moved forward, pressing her against the
wall.  "Get out of clothes!"

	"Yes, Boris!"  It was easier said than done, pinned as she was.
Jeans just weren't going to happen...  "I have to move..."

	"Get top off.  I want nipple.  I start on those titties right now!"
Boris grunted.

	Leticia managed this, and Boris ducked his head to get at a nub.
Leticia found that now she had some space, but she couldn't bend.  "I can't
bend to get them off!"

	Boris, grinning around teeth set (gently) around Leticia's left
nipple, pointed at the bed.  Leticia nodded, cupped his head against her
chest, and sidled to the bed.  When the time came, Boris crawled up onto the
bed, growling playfully while she managed to lift her hips and extract
herself while lying flat.  When she was done, he unlatched and observed,
"Life is not easy for Boris's slut, eh?"

	But Leticia was grinning from ear to ear, anyway.  "I just have to
be resourceful."

	"Undress ME, now!" Boris demanded.  Leticia went to work with a
will, while he stood, pretending indifference -- but it was difficult; for
the first time in his life he truly possessed a woman!  When she was done
(and coincidentally kneeling at his feet, having removed his trousers), he
grunted, "You know what to do!  Get essence from Boris!  It will help you
get hips, titties!  Besides, it feels good..." He grinned.  Leticia didn't
argue; his thick cock and heavy balls were right in front of her face.  She
put her hands on his hips and wrapped her lips around his already half-hard
stalk.  "Aaaaahhhhh!" he groaned, throwing his head back.  "Such lips!  When
the rest of you matches those, you will be truly incredible!"

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

	"Aw, Ed, no!"  Velma whined.  "Y'all don' hafta see mah whole body
ta stick yo' fook-stick in mah cooze!"  Velma was refusing to undress with
the light on, again.

	"Well, mebbe not --once, or twice, or a half-dozen times," Ed
replied, "but lemme ask you this -- you gonna want it again tomorrow?
Tuesday?  Next week?"

	"Well, yeah," Velma admitted.  Now that the door was open, the idea
of doing without REALLY didn't appeal...

	"Okay, ya silly bitch," Ed replied.  "Once or twice is a fuck -- but
a bunch of times is a relationship, even if it's just fuck-buddies.  An' you
can't hide your ass from somebody you got a relationship with, forever."

	"Cain't Ah wait awhile?"

	"You mean 'til I'm addicted and it don't matter no more?  Too
fuckin' late!  You're on track fer that!" Ed growled.

	"But when Ah stand up, it's... bad..."

	"I seen ya in that circus tent -- it don't exactly hide shit," Ed
grunted.  "Awright, I'll go piss an' you get undressed and do that sheet
thing -- but I'm takin' it off when I get back, one way or another!"

	"Awright," Velma conceded -- but the light was off when Ed exited
the bathroom.

	"Turn the goddamn light on!" Ed ranted.

	"Awright, awright!"  The lamp clicked on, revealing Velma,
strategically draped.  She'd run the top sheet under her huge jugs again,
which served to highlight them -- but very little showed below that above
her thick ankles.

	"Y'all happy?" Ed grunted.

	"Well..." Velma temporized.

	"Cain't fuck like that."  Ed snatched the sheet away with one swift
tug.

	"ED!  GODDAMN IT!" Velma wailed, vainly trying to figure out what to
cover and how.

	"Told ya!"  Ed waded in, wrestling with her to keep her from tearing
up the bed to cover herself.  Goddamn woman was STRONG!  Ed finally had to
sit on her to get adequate leverage, mostly by denying her air.  "Settle the
fuck down!"

	Velma's cheeks were wet, her eyes full of tears of pain and
humiliation.  "This jus' wrong!  Ah cain't..."

	"Shut... up..."  Ed leaned over and laid one on her lips, waiting
for her to open up -- which she did after a moment's surprise.  "How many
times have I crawled on your big ass, now, huh?  You don't think I got some
idea how big it is?"

	"But..."  Ed's lips sealed off another objection -- 'Dammit!  How
can Ah argue with this?'  Surrender was inevitable.

	Ed waited until the fight was leached out of her, then raised
himself up.  "See there?  Shit, I can't see nothin' from here, anyway..."
Basically, he was working hard to straddle her midsection; those watermelon
jugs of hers were off to either side...  "I'm turnin' around and I'm gonna
get up close and personal with your -- what the fuck you call it?  Cooze."

	"Ed..." Velma whined.

	"Enough.  Zip it.  You're all flattened out, here, an' shit don't
look too bad.  Spread your legs -- I'm gonna look at your pink spot."  Ed
was up and rotated and back down before Velma could summon the will to
fight.  "Open them legs, Woman, or ya get no dick!"

	"Dammit, Ed!  Dis is..."

	"Educational?" Ed supplied.

	"Yo' big hairy ass in mah face?  Ah, don'..."

	"Awright, scoot down a bit, then."  Ed crawled forward and hauled on
her heavily padded hips -- and came to the realization that he'd never move
her without her assistance.  "C'mon, haul it down some!"

	"Whuffo'?"  But Velma started moving, anyway, digging in her heels
and shifting downward beneath him.

	" Because if I can muff dive, here, you can learn to suck a dick!"
Carefully, Ed shifted until his knees were above Velma's shoulders.

	"Ed!  Jeezus!"  But there it was, dangling above her face...

	Meanwhile, Ed was getting organized down below.  What otherwise
might have been rolls had spread flat from her position -- but there WAS a
roll there, virtually obscuring her pudenda.  Positioned vertically above
the area, though, he was able to get a look-see.  A thin line of kinky
ringlets ran from Velma's navel to a regular brillo pad over her mons;
thinner wisps populated either side of her thick-lipped twat and -- Ed
leaned over for a better look -- yep, all the way to her asshole.  "How
long's it been since you seen shit down here?" Ed asked.

	"Ed!"

	"Just answer the fuckin' question..."

	"It ain't easy, okay?  Ah, cain't gen'rally..."  Was it messy or
something?

	"I don't s'pose shavin's an option?"

	"Ed!"  Velma was thoroughly mortified.

	Ed just grinned.  The thick lips of Velma's twat popped open at a
touch;
Her clitoral hood was clearly visible.  Ed leaned in -- it smelled clean...

	"Ed, whatchew doin' down theah?  Is it bad?  Ah don' think -- LAWD A
MERCY!"

	Ed grinned to himself as he sucked on her clitoris.  It wouldn't be
Velma if she didn't yell her head off...

	"LAWD, LAWD..."

	"So, you like that?" Ed raised up to take a breath.

	"Uhhhh!  Uh huh!"

	"Best get to work on that pecker, or I'll stop!"

	THAT made up her mind!  Velma put both big hands on Ed's ass and
pulled him down; Ed gasped in pleasure as her thick, soft lips rolled over
the head.  "Nice!  Work the head, suckin' a little -- no teeth!  Run it in
and out, some..."  Velma seemed to understand what was wanted, so he went
back to work on her clit.

	Velma could not believe how great having a mouth workin' on her
cooze felt!  Lordy!  In some ways, it was better than dick -- so much more
intense...  It was hard to remember to suck, although that held it's own
interest...  In a minute or two, in fact, the battle was lost; Velma was too
close and unable to summon further control, "Ed, Ah'm sorry, but Ah'm
gonna..."

	Ed just let it ride; she could learn serious cock sucking later.  He
bored in, drubbing her pulsing clit with his tongue.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"  Velma jittered and jiggled and
thrashed -- almost throwing Ed, but the arms she crossed across his upraised
ass held him pinned.

	"Good, huh?"  Ed chuckled.

	"Oh, Lawdy!"  Velma went back to sucking -- with a vengeance!

	Ed had other things in mind, though.  "Naw, let's fuck."

	Velma let go of his ass like it was hot, "All right!"

	Ed rolled off Velma (and perforce off the bed), circled around and
approached her goodies from the foot of the bed.  "Awright, here it comes!"

	Velma had her legs spread as far as they would go in invitation.
"Ah'm mo' than ready!  Uuuuhhh!"

	Ed, not one to stand on ceremony, went straight for the wet spot and
pushed for depth.  Velma just took it -- there was no reason why she
shouldn't, and every reason why she should.  As far as Velma was concerned,
if Ed wanted to start across the room and take a running dive at her cooze,
he was welcome to, if he could hit it...  Ed's resulting position was kind
of a push-up -- not something he was going to be able to maintain for long,
but then neither of them needed a long time!  It took him four strokes to
get her opened up enough to long-stroke, and he took off looking for his,
knowing she would get hers without any additional concern from him.  "Damn,
that's good shit!"

	"Y'all be welcome in dere, Honey -- you jus' pound dat t'ing!  Oh,
Baby!  Dat SOOO good!  Ummm!  Ummmm!  Ummm!"  Her titties were shaking like
jello -- and that wasn't everything on the list, by any means -- but it just
got better and better and better...  "Ah'm gonna get it agin!  Ohhh!
Ooohhhh!!!  OOOHHH!!!  OOOOHHHH, LAWWWWD!"  Velma started her characteristic
orgasmic shiver.

	Ed was ready.  When she started to peak, he was right there, and the
clutch of her pulsing twat brought him over the top!  "YAAAAAHHHH!   SHIT
YAAAAH!!!"  He grabbed her shoulders and crushed himself to her crotch while
his cock pulsed goo into her.  "DAMN!  That has ta be THE best fuckin'
pussy..."

	"Ohhhh...  Ooohhhh, Gawd...  Thank you, Honey..."  Velma was all but
drifting above herself -- and taking his juice was the cherry on top for the
whole experience.

	"You're welcome..."  Fuck, what kind of love handle should he call
her by?  Thus far, it had been 'you silly bitch' or some commentary on how
fuckin' fat she was...  Funny how her bein' black hadn't entered into things
so much...  "Sweet Thang..."  Better than nothing...

	"Mmmmmm," she sighed, running her hands up and down his narrow
flanks as he lay atop her.  "Ed, dere's a buncha t'ings Ah ain't..."

	Ed interrupted, chuckling.  "There's a bunch of things I ain't, too!
Le's lookit the stuff you are -- that bein' about the finest piece of pussy
I ever stuck my dick inta!"

	"Dat's nice...  Yo' be 'bout da only one evah really went at it,
serious!  An' dat's sho' nice..." Velma sighed.  "Looka here -- Ah'm spoilt,
now..."

	"Meanin' what?"

	"Ah gots ta have it -- reg'lar."

	Silence, while Ed thought about it -- then a chuckle.  "Heh, me,
too.  But I ain't exactly nobody's soul-mate, ya know?  We better start
slow, 'cause I cain't see how in the Hell you're gonna stand me, in the long
run."

	"Awright," Velma agreed, "What we goin' do?"

	"Move in together, I guess -- playin' musical rooms sucks.  Guess
I'll come here -- the bed's bigger, an' it ain't across the hall from
Phillippe..."

	Velma opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by a
screamed "OOOOOHHHH, GOD!" superimposed over a low, guttural roar!

	Ed blinked.  "What the fuck?"

	"Leticia?" Velma guessed.  "She's next door..."

	"That happen a lot?" Ed asked.

	"Uh uh.  Fust time evah..."

	"Guess Boris made an impression on her huh?" Ed chuckled.

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

	What they were hearing was the climax of the act that started with
Leticia sucking in Boris's cock.  Boris's intent was to ejaculate in her
mouth, but...

	In the first place, Leticia was apparently having too much fun.  The
blowjob, inspired by a more positive emotion than fear, WAS inspired; her
tongue was everywhere -- under his foreskin, tickling the underside of his
glans -- and her lips milked him from glans to root.  The effort threatened
to drain him in less than a minute, at the rate she was going -- and Boris
couldn't have that!  "Stop!"

	Leticia obeyed, backing off and eyeing him inquiringly.

	"What are you doing?" Boris asked gruffly.

	"A blowjob?" Leticia replied.

	"Why is different?"

	"Different?"

	"You are very good -- but never THIS good!  Why?" Boris asked
suspiciously.

	"Oh!  I'm happy!" Leticia shrugged and added a silly grin.

	Boris's brows lowered further.  "Why is that?  You are slave...  You
sneak up on Boris?  Put one over?"

	"Noooo..." Leticia replied.  "But I get what I want.  I want YOU.  I
want your babies.  I want..."  She struggled with the concept of submission,
"... to serve.  It's... all good..."

	"Ah."  Frankly, the concept that anyone would WANT to serve him was
virtually incomprehensible -- but she seemed sincere...  "Okay, slow..."

	Leticia moved back in, eyes locked on his as her thick lips absorbed
his length and her tongue went to work under his foreskin.  And it was good
-- very good!!  Leticia wasn't just giving a blowjob, she was making love to
his cock, and Boris felt things he'd never felt before from a blowjob --
which made control difficult to impossible!  Ninety second's worth of this
action, and Boris was teetering on the edge -- but no longer interested in
pouring his seed down Leticia's throat.  No, it was time to pet the cat --
pound the pussy -- whatever...  "Nyet!  I change my mind!  Get on bed -- we
fuck!"

	"Mmph?  Okay..."  Leticia backed off; wasn't it good enough?  She
got up and moved to the bed, asking over her shoulder, "How?"

	"From behind!  Kneel!"  Boris was brusque; he was trying to get
control of himself.  Leticia did as she was told, and Boris ran into
something that further slowed him down -- she wasn't REALLY ready for him.
Oh, sure, she was wet -- the blowjob had seen to that -- but his thick
length was something she wasn't used to yet.  That meant forcing his blunt
cock against her narrow opening and wedging it open.

	"Uuuuhhh!" Leticia grunted.  It didn't hurt, quite, but there was a
lot of pressure...  Boris was in a hurry, apparently...  Looking back over
her shoulder, she asked nervously, "Is everything okay?"

	"Da, da," Boris grunted, his primary attention on the insertion.  "I
am... urgent..."

	"Okay..." Leticia lowered her head and concentrated on relaxing so
that fat monster could enter her.  In the end, it wasn't THAT much of a
fight -- after all, she WAS already wet, and he had his copious foreskin to
work with.  In a moment, he was past the opening and slithering forward into
her depths, nosing open her channel.

	After three or four slow strokes to get her fully accommodated to
him, Boris took off, grunting, "You Boris's woman now.  You get it ALL!  You
must be real woman, because Boris will not go easy -- Boris will TAKE what
is HIS!"

	"Uuuuhhh!  Yes, Boris!  Take... what is... yours!" Leticia chanted
to the rhythm of his pounding.  God, it was good!  "Take me!  I am...
yours!"

	For a few moments, there was no sound in the room except their pants
and Boris's grunts and the rhythmic slap of Boris's stomach against
Leticia's ass as he pounded her -- then suddenly, through the wall, a wail:
"OOOHHH!!!  OOOOHHHH, LAWWWWD!" followed by a deeper voice, "YAAAAAHHHH!
SHIT YAAAAH!!!"

	Leticia giggled.  Boris grunted, "Is Velma?  You... Little Slut...
are not... the only... negress -- ah -- black bitch...  being ridden...
tonight... I think..."

	"No..." Leticia agreed.  Gee, did she prefer 'black bitch' over
'negress'?  Oh, well...  Such things didn't really matter at the moment --
in fact nothing much mattered but the cum her master was generating with his
fat cock...

	Boris had both hands on Leticia's narrow hips and was dragging her
onto himself as much as he was pounding her.  The blowjob had left him
virtually without control, and after a short hiatus for the insertion he was
back there, again!  Deliberately, he let himself go; the little slut had
handled him twice, now, and if she could not handle him again and again, it
was better to know it sooner, rather than later...

	Leticia heard his low growl and felt the increased power of his
strokes, then the iron-hard grip on her shoulders as he pinned her to the
mattress, "Fuck, bitch, take it!  Fuck!  Take it all!  Grrrrrrr!!!"
Instinctively, she knew what was happening -- but with the fear came
anticipation.

	"Yessss!"  she hissed.  "Fuck your bitch!  Cum!  Cum!"

	Boris was elsewhere, mentally, berserk, raping her -- but you can't
rape the willing!  Her responses told him she was conquered, and fed his
lust for power, thrusting him to the pinnacle!  "RRROOWWWWWWRRRR!!!!!"  He
began trying to force his entire body into her quivering twat while his
balls swelled and surged and his cock swelled and became diamond-hard as it
collected his charge and then, after the briefest of moments of towering
pleasure, discharged his seed into her!

	But Leticia wasn't experiencing this as an attack -- this was her
master taking total possession of her, and nothing was more welcome!
Pleasure and pain mixed and augmented each other and rose to a crescendo --
and she screamed in pleasure as he crushed himself to her and spewed his
seed into her, "OOOOOHHHH, GOD!"  The shock waves fired her nerves and she
went rigid, her back bowed, head up, gazing at the wall with sightless eyes
as her consciousness focused on her master's insane attempt to merge with
her -- and worked to accept and welcome his efforts!

	The pair remained locked, rigid, for almost a minute while they
experienced an almost complete congress; when he released her Boris knew
that despite the brutality of his effort, Leticia was happy to have received
it.  Released, she slumped forward, slowly returning to reality, to hear,
"Little One, are you okay?"

	"Yes, Master."  Boris he might be in public, but he had just
mastered her, thoroughly, and it was unthinkable that she not acknowledge
it.  She would have bruises -- not least, all along her crotch, as well as
her shoulders -- but it had been good, SOOO good!

	Boris heard the tone, still dreamlike.  When she was fully awake,
she might feel differently, but for now, all was apparently well.  And she
was his -- there was no doubt of his possession of her.  Post-berserkergang
exhaustion was closing on him, so he crawled up beside her and dragged her
to him to spoon.  "We will sleep now, for a while..."

	" 'Kay."  Argument never occurred to her.  Leticia closed her eyes
and drifted off to the snores of her bear-like master.

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

	It was bedtime at the Hansen's, after a long day.  Dwayne,
grumbling, was dragging his bedclothes down the stairs.  Donna felt bad;
Louise denied categorically that Dwayne had done anything wrong -- but she
had set the policy, and backing out now would cause her to lose face, both
with Dwayne and with Mark, who she was ALREADY expecting to have a lengthy
bedtime 'discussion' with.  Given that she had clearly overreacted, and as a
consequence caused Mark to overreact -- which ultimately led to their having
a female houseguest for an extended period -- she didn't expect to escape
unscathed.

	Louise tricked herself out in her brand-new baby-doll nightie.
Having announced at the Mall, "I don't ever want to wear anything floor-
length again!" Louise had proceeded to (after promising faithfully to find
work to repay the generosity) burn $250 on a 'temporary' wardrobe that was a
total departure from her previous look -- to the point of pushing the school
dress-code a bit, if she wasn't careful.  The nightie was only one featured
item -- and theoretically, Dwayne wasn't allowed to see her in it.  The
light robe that went with it didn't cover much more; Donna wasn't sure she
wanted MARK to see Louise in it!  At least it came with a frilly panty;
hopefully, Louise wouldn't substitute one of the thongs she had purchased
and was threatening to wear as soon as she could get her pubic bush trimmed.
In any case, Donna had ultimately forbidden Louise to present herself in
front of males deliberately wearing it.

	Becky thought the whole thing was hilarious.  "Boy, you'd set fire
to Big Brother's eyeballs if he could see you in THAT!" she shrieked.
Depending upon your point of view, Becky had been either extremely helpful
(in Louise's opinion) or a total nuisance (in Donna's opinion) during the
shopping trip, making daring suggestion after daring suggestion -- and
Louise, in a mood to overreact, had been led again and again to follow them.
Now Louise had a new wardrobe that was as daring as the old one was stodgy!

	Louise did a full turn in the new nightie, causing the short hemline
to fluff out.  The contrast between the lacy white of the nightie and her
golden brown complexion was impressive, to say the least.  Becky grinned and
nodded her head -- Louise was HOT!  Big Brother hit the lottery with her!
Who'd have thought that ninety percent of Louise's problem was the stuff on
her back?

	"I need to trim the fur..." Louise murmured.

	"I thought Big Brother liked it?" Becky argued.

	"Well, he SAYS he does -- but YOU helped me pick out all of those
thongs!" Louise accused.  Becky giggled.

	"All right, you two!" Donna's voice came from below.  "It's late and
you both have school!  Get to bed!"

	"Yes, Mom!" Becky yelled back, rolling her eyes.  Louise giggled.
Six hours, and Becky was almost a sister to her; she'd never done an
overnight with other girls, even, not being popular.  This was a whole
different thing -- and wonderful, in its way.

	The two girls got into bed and Louise laid in hers waiting for
things to get quiet.  Twice, she got up and went to the door, but murmurs
from downstairs indicated that Dwayne's parents were still wakeful.  Fact
was, that 'discussion' that Donna had been dreading was in progress; Mark
was trying HARD to peel her skin off with a dull knife for being such a
total bitch to their son -- and he got a few chunks, too!  For one thing,
she was going to have to apologize in the morning, loss of face
notwithstanding...

	Finally, things got quiet.  Louise waited an additional ten minutes
before quietly slipping out of bed and heading for the stair...

	... Of course, if she had looked across the room, she would have
seen the reflection of Becky's ear-to-ear grin!

	Louise hadn't been QUITE sneaky enough; the obvious glances at her
wristwatch were enough to alert Becky -- and the forays to the stair were a
dead giveaway!  As soon as Louise was out the bedroom door, Becky slipped
out of her own bed to follow her!

	Off they went, Louise leading, hitting the creaky third stair in the
staircase, (Becky almost snorted laughter at THAT one!) tripping over the
edge of the area rug in the living room, freezing every third step to
listen...  Finally, Louise made it to the den...

	"Dwayne..."  Had something touched his arm?  Dwayne struggled his
way back to consciousness, having fallen asleep only ten minutes before.
The couch was a real bitch to sleep on; cushions that made fine seats sucked
as mattresses -- especially given the fact that there was more than one!
Add in his proximity to his parent's little tiff and sleep had been slow in
coming.

	Dwayne blinked.  There was an angel in lacy white hovering over him.
Was he dead?  Christ!  Just when things were looking up...

	"Dwayne?  Sweetheart?"

	Did angels call you sweetheart?  Nice.  This one was a babe -- she
looked just like... "Louise?"

	"Hi.  Are you awake?"

	"I am now!"  'Ho Lee shit!  What a get-up!'  "Wow!  That's..."
Words failed him.

	Louise's smile was a glow in the dim light.  "Do you like it?"

	"Do I!"

	"I bought it for you -- but your mother didn't want you to see it!"

	"I think I understand why!"  Dwayne's cock was tearing a hole in his
boxers!

	"Wait 'til I take the robe off!"  Louise grinned impishly and turned
around; when she turned back, the robe swept off her shoulders, baring a
good deal more flesh, and hinting at more than that through translucent
layers.

	"Omigod!"  There was NO WAY he was going to sleep for the rest of
the night with THAT image floating in his mind!  Nonetheless, Dwayne wished
for a little bit more light -- just a little!

	Louise seemed to read his mind.  Pointing at the drawn window
blinds, she asked, "Do those work?"

	"Yeah."  Dwayne pulled himself vertical -- but Louise crossed the
room first and twisted the control rod.  Moonlight augmented the local
streetlight; objects began to take on color.  Beautiful color -- rich tan
against lacy white...

	Becky snatched her head back through the door -- this was no time to
get caught!  Big Brother's eyes were as big as saucers, and the tent in his
boxers was hilarious!  Becky breathed slowly, trying to get control.  'Okay,
one eye around the door...'

	Louise had crossed the room and was standing over Big Brother, a
huge smile on her face.  "You like?"

	"God, yes!"  Then reality crashed in.  "You're not supposed to be
here!"  He flicked a glance at the door.  Becky, warned by the outburst, was
gone again.

	"No, this is all right," Louise argued.  "Your mother said YOU
couldn't come visit me in the room I share with your sister -- which is only
wise, don't you think?  She didn't say I couldn't visit you here..."

	'Oh, she's good!' Becky chortled to herself, resuming her watch-
point.  'She's VERY good!'

	Dwayne's response was an echo of his sister's, "Have you been around
Becky too much already?  You KNOW she would have if she'd thought about
it..."

	"Sweetheart, I learned a long time ago that if I obeyed every
IMPLIED instruction I was given, I'd probably have to stop breathing!  She
didn't tell me not to come down here, so...  Besides, my first night in a
strange house, I want to be with my sweetheart -- I need to feel protected!"
She caressed his cheek.

	"She's still gonna crap -- and besides, this couch is godawful to
sleep on..."  But Dwayne was already lying back down and Louise was already
crawling atop him; there are limits to just how far a guy -- even a nice guy
-- will go to protect the chastity of a woman who doesn't WANT protection.

	"Do you know what's nice about this nightie?" Louise murmured in
Dwayne's ear.  "It's VERY accessible..."

	Dwayne was discovering that for himself; the lacy top was instantly
defeated from below, due to its short length.  Dwayne had a double-handful
of soft, warm skin to add to the soft warm lips Louise offered him.
"Mmmmmmm."

	Becky, watching, grinned from ear to ear.

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

	Donna Hansen was busy; to deflect Mark's attacks, she had had to
unleash her weapon of last resort -- not that it was anything serious in the
way of an inconvenience -- and was busy posting on Mark's hard cock,
cowgirl-style.  Thank God for make-up sex!  They were well along, Mark
grunting softly while he thrust up into her and played with her breasts, in
virtual silence, the way parents the world over handle sex if they want to
get to their completion undisturbed.  Mark was wonderful -- she'd gotten one
small cum already -- but the focus was on making sure he was good and
satiated, blunting the backlash from the whole 'down on Dwayne' thing, so
she was holding herself somewhat in check while she got him there.  Her ears
perked up -- was that a sound?  It was probably the girls -- they WOULD
treat this like a slumber party!  When she was finished, she'd go give them
Hell, but for now things were too good to be hopping up and rushing off to
shush a couple of teenage girls...  Mark was grinding himself against her at
the top of his stroke, a favorite tactic for both of them -- and it was
SOOOOO good!  When you knew each other's moves, there was a familiarity to
things, which could be bad -- but there was also a certainty, a confidence,
a state of knowing that you were going to get there, and so was your partner
-- a state of anticipation that made up for the downside of the
predictability of things.  Donna gave herself up to the sensations, knowing
from the rock-hard feel of Mark's penis stroking her tunnel that he was too
close to miss his completion...

	In the den, things were rapidly becoming torrid; Louise was rubbing
her soaking wet crotch against Dwayne's while they devoured each other's
mouths and caressed each other's bodies.  "Oh, God, I'm SO hot!" Louise
moaned.

	"Uuuhhh!  Me, too!" Dwayne gasped.  Louise's rubbing against him was
maddening!

	"I can't stand it!"  Louise jumped up and stepped out of the frilly
panties that came with the ensemble she was wearing.

	"Honey, we're not equipped, here!" Dwayne groaned.  The nearest
rubber was upstairs in his night table...

	"I don't CARE!  I HAVE to feel you!"  She was on top of him again,
and her hand was worming its way into his shorts.  "God, that's SOOO nice!"
she moaned, squeezing his diamond-hard erection.  "Gimmee!"  She grabbed the
waistband of his shorts, tugging.

	Dwayne was mostly beyond conscious thought and into rationalization
-- where he was still able to put together the bits and pieces.  Saying no
to a willing woman just went totally counter to his defensive structure,
since his whole focus was on getting her to say yes...  Who gives up when
they're winning?  He lifted his hips before even thinking about it; his
brain might know better, but other imperatives were in control.  A moment
later, Louise was again squirming atop him, her soaking wet gash a simmering
groove that she rubbed up and down the underside of his aching cock,
hunching and groaning.  "God, Honey, I could shoot like this!" he gasped.

	"Goody..." She clamped her lips on his neck and started snapping her
hips.

	Becky was thrilled to death!  'Holy shit!  They're gonna fuck!  This
is SOOO hot!'  Basically unnoticed, her hand slid through the waistband of
her pajama bottoms.

	To call what the couple was doing dry-humping would be a misnomer;
Louise was dripping wet and there was more than enough lubrication -- in
fact, it was dripping into Dwayne's pubes, and running down along his balls
and dripping onto the couch!  The next ninety seconds was a symphony of
quiet grunts, the soft liquid sounds of his cock sliding between her labia,
and the quiet creak of the couch leather to their increasingly urgent motion
-- thankfully muffled by the bedclothes.

	Then it happened.  Louise started snorting like a thoroughbred
racehorse; her hips became an absolute blur!  Dwayne couldn't possibly
maintain control; he went rigid as his balls climbed up into his scrotum to
deliver their contents.  Louise, too, went rigid, arching herself, shaking,
while her eyes rolled up. Dwayne got out a smothered, "Jeezus!" before he
unloaded, shooting streams of goo onto his T-shirt.

	Becky stood in the doorway, eyes as big as saucers!  That was SOOO
hot!  The whole sequence -- the actions, the urgency, the obvious rise to
completion... Becky's right hand was soaked with her own juices, her clit
was stiff and screaming from the attentions of her fingers, and her left
nipple was flashing spikes from the fingers tweaking it.  Another minute or
so and she'd have cum, herself!

	Donna, draped bonelessly across Mark's chest enjoying the aftermath
of their bout, picked up a sound -- which could have been anything -- an
explosive gasp, perhaps.  'Christ!  They're still up, fooling around...'  "I
think the girls think they're at a slumber party," she whispered to Mark.
"I'll be back..."  First, however, she would have to go to the bathroom and
clean up the leakage...

	In the den, Louise was kissing Dwayne everywhere she could reach.
"Oh, that was SOOO good!  I have to have you in me!" she whispered.

	Some sanity had returned to Dwayne.  "Honey, I just came all over
the place!  It's got sperm all over it!  You'll get pregnant!  Do you want
babies?"

	"YES!" Louise replied, grinning from ear to ear.  "But not tonight!
I'll clean it..."  She backed up and dove into Dwayne's crotch.

	Dwayne gasped as Louise's lips closed on his super-sensitive organ
and he threw his head back, eyes closed.  Meanwhile, Becky got a full-on
shot of Louise's wet, open crotch, her pink groove wide open and dripping
from her fluids as she raised her ass and lowered her head into Dwayne's
crotch.  That was wild, but it was girl stuff; fascination overrode caution
and Becky circled around to where she could see what Louise was doing to Big
Brother's dick...

	...Vacuuming it, from the looks of things!  Woo hoo!  Big Brother
was showing some stiff meat, too!

	Donna crept up the stairs; maybe if she scared the crap out of them,
they'd settle down...  The door was wide open; funny, it was awful quiet...
She peered in.  Vacant!  Not only was Becky not there, but Louise was
missing, too!  And that meant...  Donna headed downstairs.

	Meanwhile, Louise rose from cleaning Dwayne's cum off his cock and
shifted herself to settle onto it.  Dwayne made one more pass at sanity.
"Honey, we're not using rubbers!  Come on, now!"

	"Please!  Just tell me when, and I'll jump off..."

	Dwayne made ready a denial, but he was too late; Louise's hot pussy
engulfed him.  Once he was inside, the will to stop her evaporated.
"Aaaahhh!"

	Louise started moving and Becky, who had watched the penetration,
transfixed, realized that she was too visible if Big Brother continued to
act nervous.  She crept back to the door, where she had a fine view of
Louise bouncing up and down on Big Brother's cock, and resumed watching and
masturbating.

	"Ohh, God!" Louise gasped in a whisper, "That's SOOOO good!"

	Dwayne, having given up the fight, nodded while gasping agreement.
He ran his hands up under the nightie to maul Louise's nipples; she didn't
need his help to ride him cowgirl-style.  Instead, she was leaning forward
to help him get at her breasts while catching drips of semen on his T-shirt
and sucking them from her finger.  "What are you doing?" he gasped.

	"I love your cum!" Louise gasped.

	Dwayne couldn't think of a thing to say...  Besides, she was driving
him insane with sensations from her hot pussy as it slithered up and down
his pole...

	Louise stopped picking up semen soon after that -- she couldn't
spare the attention!  Another cum was coming; she could feel it!  Just a
little bit longer...

	Donna returned to the master suite as quickly as silence allowed.
Mark, predictably, was sleeping...  She shook his shoulder, hissing, "Mark!
Wake up!"

	"Hrgh?"

	"I think we have a problem."  Donna waved for him to rise and follow
her, signing for silence.

	Louise was pumping like mad, impaling herself and rising on her
muscular legs.  It was a thing of beauty to watch, either from the front, as
Dwayne was, or from the rear, which had Becky's rapt attention.  Both she
and Dwayne were breaking the silence only with quiet, panting gasps as they
rushed toward completion, faster and faster.  What little capability for
conscious thought was left to Dwayne was in awe of Louise's endurance -- but
it was clear that she was close; she was visibly flushed, and snorting, and
her head was going back...  She started going nuts on him again, speeding up
-- and Dwayne started worrying vaguely about what he would do if his time to
cum was in the middle of hers...  No sooner did this flit through his mind
than Louise arched herself, grinding herself against him, obviously cumming.
Dwayne gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his release...

	Louise was deep in the throes of passion; Dwayne had given her again
the gift of pleasure that she would do anything to repay.  A million sparks
flashed before her eyes in gently sweeping patterns...

	Donna crept into the living room, Mark following.  There, in the
door of the den, stood Becky, her feet more than shoulder width apart,
staring around the corner.  From behind, Donna could see the unmistakable
indication of Becky's right hand working at her crotch; her left was visible
under her pajama top, obviously working a nipple.  Even in the poor light,
it was obvious that she was flushed.

	Donna flashed a glance at Mark, who stood there, rooted in shock!
Motioning urgently, she backed him out into the kitchen.  "You realize," she
whispered, "that if Becky is doing THAT..."

	"Oh," Mark grunted.  "Oh, shit..." Donna turned for the door, but he
grabbed her arm.  "If they're all down here -- not up there..."

	"I know, I know -- it's not Dwayne's fault!" Donna hissed back.
Obviously, he'd created a monster that morning, though, if Louise went
looking for it less than twenty-four hours later...  "Come on!"

	Becky's clit was on fire!  Louise was obviously getting a cum as she
watched off Big Brother's dick -- and Becky's fingers were right behind
her...  The waves began to crash, and he knees shook -- Ah, God!  It was
SOOO good!

	"REBECCA!!!!!"

	Becky, in mid-orgasm, was caught completely unprepared and ended up
falling to the floor in a heap when her legs collapsed under her while
trying to throw her three feet into the air!  "MOM!"

	In the den, Louise literally leaped off the couch; Dwayne started
fountaining semen all over the place.  Louise hit the floor, blinked, and
thinking quickly, kicked her panties and Dwayne's undershorts under the
couch, hoping to brazen it out.  Dwayne snatched at the bedclothes; his only
hope was to get covered while his cock dribbled...

	Donna rounded on her daughter, "Go upstairs, Young Lady!  Get out of
my sight, you Peeping Thomasina!  I'll deal with YOU later!"  Turning, she
strode into the den, "What you two think you're doing?"

	Neither Louise, nor Dwayne was really in any condition to match wits
with Donna; both just stared at her, frozen.  Mark came around the corner
behind her, giving them two targets to stare at.

	Donna sighed, rubbing her forehead.  "I can SMELL what you've been
up to, you know!  I don't have to SEE the evidence!"  Turning to Louise, she
added, "Do you want children, for God's sake?"

	Louise blinked a couple of times, then, "Eventually.  Not
tonight..."

	"And birth control -- it never occurred to either of you?"

	"I, uh..."  Dwayne couldn't figure out how to extract himself
without blaming Louise, so he shut up.

	Louise picked at her fingers.  "There wasn't any.  We tried to keep
from going that far, but...  Dwayne pulled out..."  She looked miserable.
"It's my fault; Dwayne tried to stop me, but it was SOOO good -- I just
couldn't stop!"

	Donna turned to Dwayne, "And YOU, Young Man?"

	"I--I..." Dwayne spread his hands.  "I was fighting both of us."  He
tapped his forehead.  "Up here, I knew we were being stupid."  He tapped the
back of his head.  "But back there, or maybe down there," he pointed at the
general area of his crotch, still covered, "they say it's my job to, well,
shoot in her.  It was two against one."

	Donna glared, and turned an expression of disgust on Mark -- but he
shrugged.  "The boy's right -- birth control goes against basic instinct --
ESPECIALLY in guys!"

	"There's no especially about it," Louise said tonelessly.  "If I
come up pregnant from tonight, I won't be blaming anyone else..."

	Donna, still facing Mark, sighed.  "Louise is right," she said in a
dead voice.  "If anything, the instinct is stronger in us."  She turned to
Dwayne, "Where do you think YOU came from?  You father was diligent, but I
kept forgetting..."  Resignation aged her features.  "Go upstairs -- both of
you.  Go in Dwayne's room and do what you have to.  I assume that you
have..."  She eyed Dwayne expectantly.

	"Rubbers?  Yes, Ma'am."

	"Lock the door -- Becky doesn't need any more X-rated
entertainment."  Donna turned her attention to Louise.  "Rubbers aren't a
long-term solution; they're uncomfortable, they attenuate things, and
stopping to put one on can basically ruin the moment.  That's why they're
not a hundred percent effective -- because stopping in the heat of the
moment to put one on goes against the grain."  She eyed Louise, "You're
eighteen, right?"

	"Yes, Ma'am."

	"Then unless your religion forbids it, I recommend that we get you
to a gynecologist.

	"Yes, Ma'am."

	Donna swept her eyes over the couple.  "I don't approve -- I think
it's too early.  But Pandora's Box is open, and it obviously isn't going to
close.  I want you both to be assiduous about birth control -- at least
until you KNOW the relationship is going to last -- and don't rub my nose in
it.  Louise, your official address is Becky's room; Dwayne, I'll tolerate no
hijinks in there, understood?"  She got nods from both of them.  "Go to
bed."  She turned, and led Mark out.

	"That was very... adult of you," Mark opined as they headed back to
the master bedroom.

	Donna sighed.  "There was no stopping them.  Louise is suddenly free
for the first time in her life; she's going to be a handful.  Telling them
they can't only drives it underground -- better to do damage control."

	"I agree," Mark said, then chuckled.  "You realize that Dwayne's
bedroom is above ours?"

	Donna nodded, smiling crookedly.  "I'm sure we'll reap the
benefits..."

	Oddly, despite having been granted what amounted to carte blanche,
Dwayne and Louise did very little that night.  They'd already had sex enough
to tap their energy, and gotten some fulfillment from it; by the time they
had put Dwayne's bed back together, Louise merely (merely?) wanted to spoon
and neck, and Dwayne, having ejaculated twice in thirty minutes, wasn't
certain that he could get there again.  So aside from learning about
sleeping with another person in bed with them, very little else happened
until Becky hammered on Dwayne's door, yelling, "Big Brother!  Big Sister!
Time to get up!"

	Breakfast was... strained -- not due to Louise and Dwayne, but
because Donna was having a hard time NOT lighting into Becky for her
behavior the night before during a timeframe when nobody really had time to
spare for a harangue.  Becky got the point; when she got home, all Hell was
going to break loose -- so she'd better plan on it!  The three of them piled
into Dwayne's truck to head for school, Louise in the middle in a pleated
skirt just too short to be demure, and two tops over a brassiere that was
both properly sized and designed to present her attributes, rather than hide
them -- and flip-flops, something Louise had virtually never been allowed to
wear and that she considered the height of casual wear...  "I'd go barefoot,
if I could," Louise remarked, eyeing her minimally-shod foot critically.

	"Barefoot and pregnant..." Dwayne chuckled.

	Becky snorted laughter; Louise, almost purple with embarrassment,
whacked Dwayne on the shoulder, "Beast!"

	"Wild beast," Dwayne agreed, grinning.  "I'm gonna have to be, to
keep up with YOU!"

	Stick and Teddy arrived together, bringing relief to a worried Mary.
Stick had ended up spending the night, and his Pop was still in the
doghouse, he related.  "What 'bout you?" he asked Mary.

	"I'm fine...  Momma's settled down, but Poppa is Hell on Wheels,
trying to make up for being crapped on for years."  She shook her head.  "I
don't know how that's going to pan out.  But you're both welcome, now."

	"I guess we can go jus' about anywheres," Stick opined, "except my
house ain't really got nowhere to be private..."

	"Your folks are all okay with things, then?" Mary asked.

	"Well, they ain't thrilled, but that's general, ain't it?  They're
dealin' with it."

	Nate and Nora arrived in Nate's rattletrap about the same time as
Tenisha and Draper arrived in Draper's Dodge.  Given the possible
repercussions, the drug dealer incident wasn't talked about, but Draper was
highly pleased to be working -- and at a decent wage.  "Mr. Wilson says you
gonna get a hiring bonus, too!" Nate related.  "Dunno how much, but I bet
it's nice."

	"Cool."

	Over in the 'A' group, Dwayne's arrival with an almost
unrecognizable Louise on his arm stimulated quite a buzz -- until Ted
arrived and plopped down next to Claudette like he owned the place, and
Claudette snuggled right up!  Claudette's coterie of hangers-on sat there,
looking shocked; Ted was taking liberties with Claudette that Rob had never
managed in public, and, rumor had it, not in private, either!  When he took
her by the chin for a kiss -- and she cooperated fully, to the point of
making it French -- shock waves blew across the crowd!  "Isn't this maybe a
bit much?" Claudette whispered quietly.

	Ted shook his head.  "No.   It's how we win -- trust me.  I'm
proving that you're not frigid, and that Rob is an inept lover, in one fell
swoop.  Our stock will go up."

	"I can see that," Claudette agreed, then got serious.  "Ted?  Please
don't take advantage of me..."

	Ted smiled encouragement.  "Don't worry -- it's not in my best
interest -- or yours."

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

	Armand sat at breakfast with Sharon and Jason.  "Sharon, you have
the household; Jason will support you as necessary, but his focus is
elsewhere.  Jason, you understand that this isn't a demotion -- you have a
family, now, and family responsibilities.  I want you to have time and
energy to pursue them."

	Jason eyed Inez, who was serving.  "Yes, sir."  Inez sighed; she'd
probably get a beating over this -- but then Master would probably sex her,
too.

	"Sharon, get with Charles and Ed -- we need more servant's quarters
suitable for families.  Boris and Leticia are now a couple, after the
fashion of Jason and Inez -- and there is an expectation of children from
that union, too.  If you quiz Ed, you'll probably find out that he and Velma
are at least thinking about cohabitation..."

	"It's a regular population explosion," Sharon mused.  "I'd better
think about a nursery, day care..."

	Armand waved a hand, "Nannies and such, too.  Be careful; whoever
you get will need to be able to both handle the goings-on around here and
shield children from the worst excesses."

	Sharon nodded.  "Then there is Nate and Nora..."

	Armand nodded.  "We'll be getting Nate a new car for his breaking
the Staffordshire thing.  He has exceeded expectation, and justified Nora's
faith in him; I no longer consider him a houseguest, but family.  If and
when they decide to raise one, we will support it."  Armand sat back,
musing.  "Things are in flux around here -- who knows where they're headed?"