Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: The Halcyon

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despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	The Halcyon (halcyon.txt) - The best way to keep a secret is to
not let anyone in on it. This is also true when it's not a secret, but
you tell everyone it is. Look at how long the Halcyon went on. M/F, anal,
oral


	Dave didn't care anymore. Amusing as it might be to see the 
startle, retreat, and then cautious peer around the corner, he could
imagine it, predict it, even enjoy it without observing it. And,
truthfully, it wasn't the thrill it used to be.
	Sure, it still floated around them like the smell of chlorine
from the pool, but Dave was more intent on the cute little Lolita who
was so proud of her boldness as she stripped out of her suit. The
status with his peers had faded to little import as he had learned to
enjoy the freshness of pert breasts, upcurved and firm and the sense of
adventure he saw in young eyes.
	He wasn't immune to the tickle that came with knowing they were
watched. But that heightened the experience without him obsessing on
it as he had at first. No, it was better, much better, to focus on the
woman at hand because knowing eyes were on them would enhance whatever
he did. It might as well be good for itself.
	"No fair!" she complained. "I'm all naked and you haven't taken
off anything."
	It was arousing, but strangely calming. Dave was thinking too 
much. Her coquettish delight in announcing her undress was meant to
incite him, like the fiction he was keeping a secret. He was as good
as naked in the Speedos. She could see the outline, indeed every
feature of his erect cock in the suit. The only reason he needed to
take them off was to fuck her.
	"But if I do that..." Dave let hang what they both knew.
	"If you do that you can fuck me," she said boldly.
	Not that either of them had thought anything else was possible,
but it was the first admission. Her interest was transparent. She was
obvious in her pursuit. It was only to keep her interest that Dave had
made her chase. Young as she was, he didn't want to frighten her off by
giving in at the first sign. She had to feel it was her doing.
	"You're young enough to be my daughter," Dave protested.
	"But you can't fuck her, can you?" she said evilly.
	She liked the role. Whatever she had heard, whatever had brought
her here, she still felt like a conqueror, like it was some validation
of her desirability to seduce him. He saw it in her invitation and her
quick transition to baiting him. He waited. She came to him, naked, and
grabbed his trunks.
	"You want me to do it, don't you," she teased, her lips so close
to his he could feel the breath of every word.
	It was exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to feel the control.
He wanted her to think it was all her doing. Young girls have been
known to change their minds.
	He didn't have to answer. She jerked his trunks down and then
slowly sank with them as she drew them down his legs. Dave let a smile
play on his lips as he watched her wet hair go lower and lower.
	This was where the pair of eyes observing entered in. They saw
the truth. However self-motivated she felt, she had stripped naked and
was now kneeling at his feet contemplating his erect cock. Dave had
done nothing, yet she was carrying out his every wish as if she was in
his thrall.
	She let her fingers wrap around his cock and Dave let his head 
loll back, waiting for the inevitable touch of tongue and lips.
Blindly, he reached out to touch her shoulder, stroking it softly as he
felt his cock slip into her mouth.
	"Not too much," he cautioned, "not if you want..."
	"Are you that close?" she stopped to ask, her concern attempting
to be accusatory, but missing by the pride it betrayed.
	"Well, you know..." Dave fed her vanity. "Not every day..."
	No, more like three times a week. And his concern was what she'd
be thinking while it took forever before he had to stop her. She was a
kid. She'd get bored. She might re-evaluate. He wanted to make it about
her before she realized it wasn't.
	"So, you want to do it, or what?" she asked.
	"I want to do you," Dave said, lifting her up and then picking
her up.
	Once she was on the bench, he went straight for her breasts. He
sucked the erect nubs into his mouth one after the other and flicked
them with his tongue. She squirmed ingratiatingly at this attention.
He slipped down, letting his hands lead him. He parted her thighs and
lifted them as his mouth trailed down to her pussy.
	She was the goddess. Her overwhelming attraction made him want to
worship her. That he was allowed to love her, expressed in a kiss
later, was her gift to him. She might not understand it in just those
terms, but Dave knew what part he was playing. It was hardly the first
time a naked teen had been ravished here.
	"Oh jeeze... You're good at that!" she told him.
	Score one for the old guy. She was squirming, lubricating,
secreting, but he'd just started. He didn't have to bring her to
orgasm, but if he did it was hardly disastrous. 
	"Ohhh... Please, I want it now," she gasped as his tongue made
her wriggle like she had to pee.
	As he moved over her, Dave let himself imagine moving up and 
spearing her to the hilt in one stab. Then she'd wriggle. But he
didn't. Maybe it would be a first among the cowed, timid boys she'd had
before, but maybe it wouldn't. And if it was all too familiar, he'd
lose everything he'd done to separate himself from the crowd so far.
	Instead, he let the head of his cock brush the wet mouth of her
sex and then jerk up. He reached down with the pretense of guiding his
cock into her, too excited to be aimed any other way, and used the
fiction to rub the head of his cock teasingly between the parted lips.
	She arched up impatiently and he let the head slip in. Not too
slow, certainly not with a lunge, he moved over her and then pushed
carefully inside. He groaned as he sank into her moist heat. That was
one part he didn't have to feign.
	"Am I tight?" she asked.
	Dave couldn't discern how much was pride and how much was a fear
of flaws in her question. Nor was it the time to preach to her about
self-confidence.
	"You're... wonderful," Dave let the sighing proclamation out in a
breath he thought would convince her.
	Her arms went around his neck. Now it was time for that grateful
kiss. Dave bent down to tangle his tongue with hers and began to move
his cock inside her.
	The eyes on him meant less than nothing now. Whatever status he
might have felt demonstrating his prowess in times past no longer had
any weight. He was beyond that. He knew the real pleasure was the
tight, barely used cunt he was fucking. He concentrated on that as he
fucked, the only part of his mind not so occupied being a sliver of
awareness of her response.
	It was as if she was cumming from the first few strokes, the way
she wriggled in his arms, but he knew she wasn't. Perhaps this was as
much enjoyment as she'd had before. Dave hoped he was right. If so, he
had a treat for her.
	It made it harder to know what she wanted, but Dave had
confidence he could bully an orgasm from her. He fucked her with a
little more vigor. She started to moan.
	"Oh yes! Oh yes! That's so good! Do it! Do it to me!"
	Dave was sure he was right. Enjoyable as it might be for her, she
was giving up too soon. No way she was excited as she tried to sound.
She was giving him permission to finish in a flurry and leave her as
unsatisfied as all the rest.
	"I will! I have to! It feels so good!" Dave fed her artificial
excitement back to her.
	She yearned for more. The way her hips strained to accept him,
to follow his cock as it slid in and out of her said that. She was
trying to make it more, fearing that her chance was escaping. Dave 
fucked a little faster to feed her urgency.
	She was ready. Her hips followed his increase. They strained in
huffing exertions for a while and then she begged.
	"Please- more. Just a little more..."
	He fucked her hard. Her skin was scaly with gooseflesh and her
teeth might have chattered if they weren't gritted so tightly in her
strain to reach the crest. He pushed deep and slammed into her.
	When she exploded, it was like she was trying violently to
escape. Dave had been supporting himself on his elbows, but now clasped
her against him as she arched and kicked. He drove into her still
faster, giving her no mercy as she tossed in his arms. Her cries were
a mix of guttural and bird calls too foreign to spell.
	"Oh I... Oh I..." she gasped when speech returned, but seemed
silenced by the realization he was still fucking her.
	There was wonder in her eyes, but they were glowing as well. She
was clearly lost on this new ground, but content to experience it. Dave
kept his rapid pace, but drew back farther to make more cock slide
in and out of her now sopping sheath.
	"Yes! Yes! It's so good! Please, oh please!"
	It was her breathy voice saying what she felt now with no hint of
purpose. She had given up her agenda and ceded her notion of control.
She knew he was in charge and was fine with it.
	All she wanted was more and Dave was happy to provide it.
	Not that he was superhuman. Now the eyes on him came to his aid.
He was close, very close. Her tight, hot little cunt was taking its
toll on his reserve. It was prime pussy and he'd gone all out to make
sure she made it that first time. He tried to think how his ass looked
bouncing up and down on this kid, how it appeared to the eyes peering
around the corner of the dressing room.
	No, the eyes, he tried to re-direct his thoughts, but they kept
coming back to the strain of holding back and his concern that he
wouldn't be able to last. Cum, dammit, he found himself wishing and
then his mind cleared enough to push off her enough he could find one
of her nipples and squeeze.
	"OHHHHHHHHH!"
	He didn't care anymore. It was too much to ask. Perhaps somewhere
in the turmoil he vaguely knew it was time, but Dave threw himself into
fucking her no longer caring if she made it again or not.
	Perhaps it was this abandoning his reserve that was needed or
perhaps it was time. All that was for sure was Dave felt the burning
that foretold his load and she went into convulsions again.
	Then it was like sex, the good kind, the best ever kind as Dave
pumped his cock into her spasming pussy unsure who was moving what and
only aware that his cum was jetting out and it felt good. They
floundered there together for neither knew how long, straining and
thrashing as they rode a climax built for two.
	"Dina never said..." she blurted out before catching herself.
	So she had heard rumors, Dave assessed. He pretended he didn't 
hear her. There was no reason to stop them from gossiping. He kind of
depended on it.

	"Leslie..."
	"Don't start," she warned him. "I don't have to listen to you."
	The pretty brunette tossed her hair and walked over to his
locker. She leaned against the adjacent door and crossed her arms over
her chest.
	"I've got too much on you and you know it," she said.
	"But Leslie, we've talked about this," he said hopelessly.
	"You've talked about it, but I wasn't listening," she said
scampishly. "You know I've got you and I'm not going to let you get
away."
	"But you know how it's set up. You know what goes on here. Do you
really want to be 'that' girl?" Dave took another stab.
	"I don't care!" Leslie said a little too earnestly, and then
added, "But if it bothers you, we could go to your place."
	That wasn't a good idea. That was a bad idea. If anything ever
came out about the Halcyon and the hijinxs, some witness that saw Dave
taking young girls home would be the last straw.
	But it was the best choice.
	Not that he cared about Leslie. She was a bad choice. She was his
nemesis. She was the one that wasn't fooled by his tricks. Even if she
didn't know the whole story, the observers, the repetitive nature of
his seductions, at first, it didn't take her long to ferret it out.
	He didn't care if she wanted to exhibit herself for prying eyes.
He had no concern about her reputation. It was just... Well, he didn't
want to be seen with the same girl all the time. What would his clients
think?
	"Get in there," he said gruffly as he held the door open. "Don't
lollygag out here where someone can see you."
	"Ashamed of me?" she laughed. "You sure know how to flatter a
girl."
	It was a mistake. It was always a mistake. You bring them to your
lair and they find their way back. In Leslie's case it was double that.
She knew exactly how much power she wielded and that made him as much
as a captive in his own home.
	Leslie emphasized that by going to the cupboard and hanging up
her coat. She treated it like her place. She looked more at home than
Dave did.
	"So, Mr. Stevens, what did you want to see me about?" she mocked
him unmercifully.
	"Nothing. My mistake. Bye," Dave deflected that approach.
	She stared at him from under furrowed brows and he felt fear. It
didn't do to piss her off. Leslie wasn't only bright, she was hard. He
had a flash of her tiring of him and turning him in just for a lark.
	"You'll pay for that," she warned.
	Dave's mood lightened a little at that. It might have been him
recoiling from the real root of his fear of Leslie. In any case, he
knew her intent. She was going to demand something special. For all the
good reasons to keep away, he couldn't pretend she wasn't a great fuck.
	"Yes, m'am," he said to defuse further debts.
	"I like that better, but that's not what I had in mind for
tonight," Leslie said. "I don't want a slave. I want a man."
	She never wanted a slave. He 'was' her slave. She had no reason
to pretend. Whatever thrill it might provide was real. She liked to
pursue other options.
	He'd thought she was his masterpiece. She was so shy, blushing
and innocent. She could hardly meet his eyes, but she couldn't stop
watching him when she thought he didn't see. 
	He considered it a mark of genius that he had been able to feed
her infatuation to the point that she'd talk to him. He'd moved slowly,
as he now knew frustratingly for her, as he drew her out, one swim
session at a time.
	He'd contained an inner fluttering of excitement as he drew her
closer and closer all out of proportion, even to her lithe yet full-
breasted body in the simple dark one-piece that clung lovingly to every
curve. The thrill of the prize magnified by the thrill of the hunt, he
was worried he wouldn't do her justice from the sheer ecstasy of
finally bringing her to ground.
	So timid, shivering as he drew down the straps of her suit and
casting her eyes to the floor as he praised the breasts he uncovered.
She threatened to turn away but never to run as he seduced her. She 
seemed so hungry for his appreciation that it overcame her obvious
reticence for what he was doing.
	She'd been timid, frightened, still, as if braced for some
calamity as he touched her, kissed her, lay her back and took her.
Then, as if it was pain to feel such pleasure and a shock of dubious
portent, she fixed him with wide eyes and mourned the desire he had
released in her with her moans.
	She played the passive princess to the end, subdued and moaning
softly. Even the jerks in her climax seemed wrung from her against her
will. She was in every action the frightened virgin succumbing to the
inevitability of passion at the hand of this sly seducer.
	She never broke character, so it was a thunder-clap of a shock
when she returned, giggling at her deception, the next day. She wanted
another ride. She brushed aside his protests with the same facts that
were like a leash around his neck to this very day.
	True, when unrestrained she was a lusty bitch, demanding and able
to match her demands with her response, but the blow to his pride kept
Dave from admitting that he wanted her. Good sense reinforced his
judgment, for all that was worth. She had him and she wasn't letting
him go. His only impact was her agreeing to meet him elsewhere. She
seemed amused by his operation and not the least threatened that he
seduced other girls by the handful. She was willing to let that go,
but only for the leverage it gave her.
	"First off, I want a kiss," she said.
	She knew his buttons. She pressed them unrepentantly as she
played the loving wife welcoming him home.
	"Now sit down and let me take off your shoes," she said.
	She was all about contrasts. Dave sat uneasily as she unlaced
his shoes and drew them off one by one. Sitting at his feet with legs
folded under her, she looked like such a submissive girl, but he knew
her hands would next trail up the legs of his trousers and find his
crotch.
	They did and she looked up at him with a predatory smile as her
fingers teased him into a straining erection. 
	"Now what should we do about this?" she asked.
	It didn't do any good to fight her. She would only add to his
debt. It was inevitable. Dave didn't continue his resistance.
	"Whatever you want, honey. That feels good just like that."
	"No, no, you'll ruin your pants," she said as her fingers went
to his zipper.
	If only it wasn't such a bad idea. If only it was his idea.
	Dave's cock felt no such reticence as Leslie took it out and
stared at Dave past it. It was standing firm and tall, aching for the
kiss she put just where the head joined the shaft. Dave slumped into
the sofa. He couldn't fight it. He might as well enjoy it.
	It was all so confusing as she took the head into her mouth and
ran her tongue around it. He should be pleased but he couldn't be.
His cock wasn't confused. It wanted more. Dave wanted more but not
like this.
	He felt her giggle, a vibration that made his cock jump, and knew
she understood his quandary and was amused. That only made it worse.
When she took him deep in her mouth, he shook his head at his
helplessness.
	It was good. It was great. It was wonderful. She didn't just suck
his cock; she appreciated it. Whether she got some satisfaction from
her skill or not, the pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. And her
skill was such that she only gave pleasure. She could suck his cock 
like this all night and he might faint from nervous exhaustion but he
wouldn't cum.
	He was ready to fuck, however. Maybe not her if he had his
preference, but his desire was as rampant as his cock. He would,
confusion muddling his mind, plunge into her gratefully when she told
him it was time.
	"Oh, you're sweating," she lifted her head to say, fingers
ringing his cock and moving slowly. "We better get you out of those
clothes."
	There was no reason to pretend. She was going to have her way and
it was childish to make her strip him. Dave unbuttoned his shirt as
Leslie undid his pants. He stood up and dropped his shirt as she 
drew off his pants and underwear, leaving him in his socks.
	"You quite a hunk of man," she said, wrapping her hand once more
around his cock, "I'm glad you're mine."
	Always the buttons. She put her other hand on his neck and drew
his mouth down to kiss her. There was no fighting it. There was
something in her kiss that could make him abandon confusion. He could
say it was that he had no choice but he knew it was more.
	"Now trot upstairs and I'll be along presently," she said and
tapped a finger on his hard-on, "and keep this ready for me. I won't
be long."
	He could lay back and let the euphoria of her kiss carry him
through without him thinking, but no. Dave lay on his bed stroking
his cock like a porn star waiting for the lights. She liked him to have
a clear focus when she ordered him inside herself. She wanted him to
feel her power over him.
	Dave could have excused an obsession with fucking him, at least
quicker than her control, but she insisted on the control. It was as if
sex wasn't enough. She had to own him. Dave hated that most.
	"Traditionalist!" she said brightly as she came into the room.
	She had the butter dish from the refrigerator in her hand and a
twinkle in her eye.
	"You know what I want, don't you?"
	"Bring me the butter," Dave said with a sigh.
	"Exactly," she said. "You know Last Tango was nominated for an
Oscar(r)?"
	She pushed in beside him on the bed and set the dish on the
nightstand. For his quick uptake, Dave still wasn't sure exactly what
she had planned.
	"I think you have to warm me up first," she said, taking his hand
and placing it on her breast.
	Further reticence, like refusing to undress himself, was growing
more distant and less sensible. It was going to happen. Resistance was
futile. He turned toward her and she slid down to lay on her back
beside him.
	He might as well make love to her. He had no choice.
	"Yes dear, all the way," she said mockingly as he kissed down to
her belly after sating himself with her breasts.
	She pushed his head down to join the fingers that were stroking
in her slit. All in all... Dave caught himself giving in and then
caught himself starting the pointless struggle again. His tongue delved
between the pink shutters of her sex and he put his mind on pleasing
her.
	"Up here," she said finally, her breathiness diluting the force
of her command.
	She turned her body to the side so he would slide up behind her,
but kept her face turned for him to kiss. His hard-on, which had
faded slightly, again became a stiff rod lodged between the cheeks of
her ass. 
	"Mmmmm, that's what I want to feel," she said dreamily. "Now
bring 'me' the butter."
	That was a pointless exercise of her control. She was closer...
It did no good to torture himself with his aversion. He reached across
her and brought the dish to her. It had warmed slightly while he was
busy with her, but it was still chill to the touch. He tried to delay
thinking what it was for.
	It was something about pig farts and jamming fingers up Brando's
ass in the film. She'd made a point of mentioning it. He tried not
to think about it.
	"No. That's for you, silly," she didn't take the dish.
	She pushed her ass tightly against him, burying his hard-on in
the crease of her ass so he could feel her asshole.
	"You're going to grease 'me' and fuck me in the ass," she said.
	Dave took the dish and moved away. She turned more to the side
but not onto her stomach and pushed her ass up at him. She was looking
back over her shoulder, probably enjoying his grim expression.
	His expression was grim. This was still servitude to a girl that
was a danger to him. He had dipped his finger in the butter, rubbed it
on her anus and gone back for another fingerfull before it changed.
	Only as he added the grease and toyed with pressing the tip of
a finger into her asshole did he start to think what he was doing. No,
she wasn't going to ram her fingers up his ass. She was laying, butt
up, calmly waiting for him to ready her for a butt-fuck. She'd never
done that before.
	Even then Dave didn't grin at the opportunity. There was some
reason she was doing this and her reasons always ran contrary to his
wishes. He tried to keep that in mind, but found it difficult to ignore
the way her sphincters gripped his buttered finger when he pushed it
into her ass. He found himself compromising with the enemy as he
moved the finger in and out. It felt so tight. If she was going to make
him fuck her, this wasn't so bad.
	"Use two," she interrupted his reverie and he realized he had
been finger-fucking her ass automatically while he thought.
	Yeah, just do it, he snorted to himself, trying to regain his
offense at her control. He switched to concentrating on the matter at
hand.
	"Now let me," she said finally, reaching for the butter dish.
	He had to scowl at her as she turned over to coat his cock with
butter. She was smiling and he knew she had caught him. His cock had
not lost any rigidity during the delay. It was, if anything, harder
after he prepared her and she knew, whatever expression he wore, what
he really thought of the opportunity.
	"Now show me how it's done," she said, rolling over.
	All right. It was as perfect as it could be. More than perfect
in the chance to ream her out good. She lay on her stomach with her
hips tilted up and her legs barely parted. Her ass was two creamy hills
with a divide at the back, just waiting for him to fall on her and
cram her ass full.
	Dave straddled her legs and fell forward onto one hand in
position. Of course he wasn't going to slam his cock home in one.
Leslie had too many ways to make him sorry for that. He butted against
her using his other hand to make sure he was on the mark. Then he used
gentle pressure.
	He used very gentle pressure, enough so she knew he was there,
but drawing it out. After a long moment, he said, "Are you sure you
want to do this?"
	She giggled.
	"I always know what I want," she said.
	So much for breaking her calm. Dave pushed. It wasn't quite the
accustomed asshole opening on command, but it wasn't uncertain,
struggling with what it must do. He pressed in smoothly yet with some
resistance.
	"Go on," she said when the head had passed her anus and Dave was
pleased to hear some trouble keeping her voice even. "All the way in,
but slowly."
	She was pushing up to meet him, or perhaps to open wider as he
went deeper. She was failing in her breath control and remained silent
as he went inch by inch unto her ass. He paused at the last inch, but
got no reaction and pushed tight against her rear.
	"There," she said. "There you are. I can feel you."
	Dave hoped to shout she could feel him. He was hilt deep in her
ass. He let some weight fall on her butt and rocked.
	"Ohhh, that's good," she sighed, sounding genuinely pleased.
	She was moving her hips in a slight side-to-side motion that was
amplified by how tightly he pressed on her butt. Dave kept up the
pressure waiting to see what she would demand next.
	"Now show me how it's done," she said after a minute of this.
	No reason to fuck it up, Dave thought. He wasn't about to roll
one of his conquests over and put it in their butt, so this was a treat
for him. As he pulled back, he tried to remember the last time he'd
got a butt-fuck.
	Some nasty old cunt, he dismissed a former girlfriend harshly.
Like it was a reward. There was that girl about a month ago, but we
didn't have anything slippery and she ended up sucking my dick.
	The memories flew through his head, chased by something about
Leslie's ass that he couldn't quite place. Fucking good goes without
saying. It also made his curiosity seem extraneous.
	He was making long, slow strokes into her ass when it popped
back in. Smooth- no, even. Like Leslie had complete control and was
exerting just so much pressure as his cock slid in and out.
	"Borrr-ing," Leslie jostled him out of his rhythm. "You're not
ever going to cum like that, now are you?"
	Dave slammed into to see how she liked it. It made her squeak.
He liked that.
	"Better?" he asked.
	"Yes." she said sharply. "Had conviction."
	If she wanted conviction, then he was going to give it to her.
He fucked her ass short, deep and hard. There was no reaction at first
but as he kept on, he felt Leslie moving with him. She had braced her
hands and probably dug in her toes and was moving back and up as he
was driving in.
	She was grunting, but not like an 'I can take it' reaction. It
seemed she wasn't putting on her reactions as they came together with
a quick slap-slap as Dave buried his cock deep in her ass.
	There wasn't a lot of time to consider her motives. As always,
she kept him off balance and in particular, Dave's best time for
contemplation was blurred by her admittedly considerable desirability.
As much as part of him was interested in what she wanted out of all of
this, most of him was distracted by how good it felt.
	In this case, he could do little more than wonder at the way she
fucked him back. The result of her moving with him was too arousing.
Whether by craft or chance, her asshole seemed to open as she pushed up
and close as they pulled away from each other, making it feel like she
was trying to prevent his escape from the clinging heat of her ass.
	Her asshole seemed to suck at his cock and with all the other
stimulations of being deep in her ass, Dave found himself huffing even
more than she was. He was fucking mindlessly and with increasing
vigor. For once, he wasn't lamenting the loss of control.
	Leslie moved more freely. There was a perceptible roll adding to
the sway that twisted Dave's cock in wondrous ways. Her hand left her
side and slipped under them. She bucked just as Dave felt his balls
squirming in warning that he was nearly there.
	"Yes! Keep going!" Leslie demanded as his thrusts became
frenetic.
	They were both off on their own journey. They were both driven to
their own rhythm independent of one another. It felt something like
riding a storm as Dave plunged and penetrated, finding Leslie's ass in
a different spot and angle with every thrust. He was too far gone for
it to mean much. It was uncertainty and could only add a sheen of mood
in the face of the undeniable certainty that his balls were exploding
and each time he sank into the tight heat he was he was adding his own
slimy lubrication in great spurts.
	"No!- " a bit pained, "Stay. Rock or something."
	Dave dropped on Leslie's ass and let her provide the rocking. Her
fingers were busy, he was sure. She was tilted to the side and grinding
down on the bed. A keening sigh came, followed by short cries and Dave
felt her asshole clench down on him. It came like a shock up his spine
and made him feel he'd been flashed back in time to when he was cumming.
Leslie jerked some more.
	"You can get off now," she said when she could make her smart-girl
tone intact.
	Dave flopped to the bed and Leslie rolled on her side facing him.
	"You've always wanted to try that, I bet," she said.
	"Since when does what I want count?" Dave asked.
	Dave felt harsh saying it, but Leslie smiled.
	"When you want what I want," she said.
	He wasn't going to ask her why. He didn't care and didn't know if
she'd tell him the truth anyway. What he'd like her to do was leave him
alone, sort of.

	Dave wondered where they'd watch from this time. The little
blonde had walked right up behind him, pressed her breasts against his
back just above the top of his suit and reached around to grab his
package with both hands. She wasn't going to be shy about it.
	"I want you to do it to me. I want you to do it to me right here,"
she said in a disconcertingly childish voice while her hands were doing
decidedly un-childlike things to his cock.
	"But what if someone comes in?" he asked.
	"We're alone, aren't we? I waited until the others had left," she
said.
	Well, not technically, Dave tipped his head to one side as he
thought. Not that it made any difference where they went. The watchers
would follow. And it might be just the thing after all. If she was as
adventurous as her hands were skilled, they could put on quite a show.
	"Would you believe me if I said I didn't want to?" he asked.
	She laughed and shook the hard-on clasped between her wet little
hands.
	"Then let go so I can see you," Dave said.
	He knew what she looked like but it would be a much more 
successful coupling if they were facing. He wanted to see how close to
her tits his cock reached when it was hard.
	If she'd been some fantasy woman who was just the right height
to tit-fuck, they would have had even more trouble as they tried to
fit. As it was, the top of her head came somewhere in the vicinity of
his chin and it would be little better if he lay on top of her.
	It made her choice to ambush him in the pool room inspired. Dave
looked around for appropriate booster seats to put her cute, but tiny,
ass on. He was impeded, in a good way, in lifting her onto a starting
block by her grip on his cock. It made him feel she was afraid it would
get away.
	"Don't you want to do something first?" Dave asked as she was
pulling his cock to her crotch even as he set her down.
	"You want me to suck it?" she asked.
	"I meant like kissing," Dave said, reversing the scorn he heard
in her retort.
	Her answer was a shrug-like relinquishing of his cock with one
hand and reaching up to put her arm around his neck as he bent down to
bring their faces together. She wasn't eager, but when, like her, Dave
moved one hand from supporting her and stroked it over the firm mounds
of her breasts, she showed more enthusiasm.
	Still, she was pulling on his cock and Dave moved close enough 
she could rub the head between her pussy lips without letting her
squirm onto the rigid rod. She was surprisingly wet. Dave gave a mental
shrug at her level of excitement but made her endure the kissing and
groping a little longer before he gave in.
	Once he started in, she gave up her grip on his cock and both
hands went to his waist to encourage him. He could have wished they
would steady him since the starting block was a little low and he was
having a struggle to hold his bent-kneed position.
	He persevered until he was in her and had stroked a few times,
but then grabbed her and lifted her up so she was astraddle him in the
air. She squeaked happily at that and her legs wrapped around him like
a snare.
	"Oh, Mr. Stevens! You're so strong!" she peeped.
	And she was so light, but this wasn't what Dave intended. There
was a stainless steel table by the wall and he headed for it, jostling
her, agreeably from the sound of it, on every step.
	The walking fuck, Dave thought, if I was Superman this might be
pretty cool. It was only half a dozen steps or so to the table, but he
had ingratiated himself to her so much by the time they arrived that
her eyes were bright with anticipation as he lowered her onto it.
	She trilled when her ass hit the cold metal and Dave appreciated
the squirm. The table was a bit high, but not as far from right as the
block had been low. He compensated by only resting her ass on the edge
of the table and tipping her toward him to thrust up into her. She
seemed to see it as another exciting variation.
	"This is 'so' good!" she said, her legs flexing to help him drive
deeper into her.
	It wasn't a kick in the balls, but Dave sensed insincerity in her
praise. Perhaps he was reading his own sacrifice of comfort for novelty
in her tone, he thought.
	She was increasingly enthusiastic, but Dave never got the sense 
she was more aroused. Her legs forbid him to experiment, always
pressing him on to fuck her faster, harder. Still, it was pussy, new
pussy and a change of scene. Dave gave her what she wanted.
	Her moaning surrender as he pumped into her, rushing down the
home stretch, was hardly convincing. Less thinking than observant, Dave
dismissed it as extraneous. It stunk of the kind of control Leslie
liked. He kept fucking until his cock erupted inside her.
	She was smiling happily but something in the way she held herself
kept Dave from leaning in to kiss her. He thought of Leslie again from
something of pride he saw in the smile.
	"Thank you, Mr. Stevens," she said. "That was the best fuck I've
ever had."
	Her story and sticking to it. Clearly there was a secret group of
young girls like there were clients of the Halcyon. It couldn't just be
rumors and adventurous girls anymore. For one thing, they were too
organized. For another, girls like the tiny blonde were obviously out
to impress, not after cheap thrills.

	"You have any part in this?" Dave asked.
	Leslie's first reaction was shock that he had sought her out, but
she mastered that in a flash and gave him her usual inscrutable grin.
	"You're not making sense. What are you talking about?" she asked.
	She eyed him like he was a hallucination as he laid out his
theory that there was a club or clique or satrapy of young girls that
used him for status or perhaps admission into their numbers.
	"Not too conceited, are you?" was her response.
	"Then tell me what else fits." he demanded.
	"Let's see..." she said, leaning back, "there's something going
on at that club of yours... Something that needs a bunch of young girls
to keep it going. So who would have a reason to see they kept coming?"
	Whether she was pretending to keep the secret or didn't want to
say it, Dave was pretty sure she had a good idea. When she put it that
way, it wasn't hard to figure. Halcyon couldn't be Dave's personal
playground. He wasn't rich enough for a toy like that. There had to be
others behind it and they had to be getting something for their money.
	How they could be recruiting girls to feed their needs was still
a stumper. Why they would do it without telling him was an even better
question.
	"How could anyone pull that off?" Dave asked. "I can't convince
you of anything. How do these mysterious 'others' manage it?"
	"Au contraire!" she said, batting her eyelashes. "You've
convinced me that you're worth the trouble to mess with you. And you've
done such a good job I'm not likely to stop."
	"But these... others. They're not me," Dave skirted over the near
admission, "How could they manage?"
	Leslie actually stopped a moment and became thoughtful. She
looked back and forth between things Dave couldn't see before
answering.
	"Just like you, they recruited someone," she said.
	"Who did I recruit?" Dave bickered.
	"Someone they recruited like they recruited you," Leslie said
slowly and patiently.
	"Oh," Dave said.
	He didn't like to think of himself as a recruit. He had mad
skills. He was a jelly-leg, nervous belly, nipple erection inducing
hunk of muscled manhood that didn't disappoint when it got down to the
short strokes. He was also savvy and plugged in to the confusing
inconsistencies that passed for thought in females. He was the very
idea of Halcyon in one package.
	And, at every step, he saw how those were qualifications that 
would be checked off a list before the founders let him think it was
his idea. He wasn't trying to argue with them, he excused himself. If
they led him to his conclusion, it wasn't the worst thing he could
think of. In fact it was pretty sweet. He remembered his excitement at
thinking he could make it work. If their doubt was just an inducement
to try harder, it was still pretty sweet.
	"Dark night of the soul?" Leslie asked. "Humiliation is okay for
some, but not for you? You'll play, but you don't like being played?"
	She wasn't even smug as she kept adding on. It was so matter-of-
fact that Dave knew it was a trap.
	"But if I knew it all along I'm a smart guy genius and you like
me even better," Dave proposed.
	"How do I know you didn't?" she countered. "Because you figure
you better come to me now that it's so obvious even the tool you're
playing would know?"
	Yeah -- smart guy genius, Dave was left behind on that hairpin
turn of reasoning. She was playing him. He wasn't getting anywhere
by trying to play along. He focused on his original question.
	"Off the subject," he said. "If they're being recruited, by whom?"
	"Probably me," she said with an air of surrender. "Who else knows
enough and has the skills to do it?"
	"Where do you find them?" Dave jumped on the admission. "What are
you telling them?"
	She gave him a look of pity. "It's not me. Sorry to burst your
bubble. I was one of them if you remember." 
	"You just said it was," Dave said obstinately.
	"I thought you had already decided," she admitted. "Why else
would you come here speaking in riddles? You're usually trying to avoid
me. Why else seek me out?"
	Dave looked around. He hadn't stirred any particular interest,
but he was suddenly aware of being exposed. She was right. It wasn't
normal for him to put himself at risk.
	"Do you not know, or are you just not going to tell me?" he asked
in desperation.
	"Both," she said with maddening indifference. "Don't know.
Wouldn't tell you if I did."

	Dave had assumed that their little exchange pissed her off as
much as it did him. He was expecting a certain amount of distance and
coolness for at least a day or two. He wasn't expecting to see Leslie
waiting for him when he got home.
	"You don't grasp that it's your problem and your problems have
nothing to do with what I want," she explained.
	She was lying, but Dave couldn't figure out the truth.
	It had affected her. She wasn't teasing and playful like usual.
She was all business and he felt like a gigolo. She wanted him to
please her and there were no cute remarks about what he might like or
how lucky he was whether he knew it or not.
	She denied, forcefully, any change in her demeanor. She had him
dangling on a string and he might as well give up his little fantasies
that it was different. It never had been different and he was deluding
himself thinking it had.
	But it had been different. Dave felt like they had switched
bodies. It was his part to grudgingly concede to her wishes. It was her
part to dress it up as a game. It felt like their roles had reversed
as well as their bodies.
	Dave had the sense that someone should be watching. He felt like
he imagined the girls at the Halcyon would if they knew the whole story,
like Leslie must have when she found out.
	It wasn't purely pedestrian: Leslie demanded style and
imagination as her due. It was missing the interchange between them
that Dave didn't notice until it was gone.
	She didn't even seem to enjoy it as much. Or maybe it was that
she didn't put anything into it. Dave thought those things had to be
connected somehow- putting something into it and getting something out
of it. Still, she put him through his paces as the trick horse and he
didn't get as much out of it either.
	In any case, it was for his post-mortem alone. Leslie came and
went as if she intended to leave him more alone by being there than if
she had avoided him. Dave wasn't getting it at all.

	"Someone would like to see you upstairs," Dave was informed.
	That meant getting dressed. It also meant the serious face and
total alertness to their mood. It could be praise. Things were moving
along at a better clip than Dave had imagined. It could be that other
thing too. And getting dressed was still the worst part.
	"Sit down, sit down... relax..."
	And they'd say that whichever they intended. Dave sat down and
leaned slightly to the right so he wouldn't look tense.
	"We've had a request- a favor, really," Mr. Suit said.
	He slid a picture across the desk. It was a candid shot, like a
stalker might take, of a woman in a yellow dress walking through a
sidewalk cafe. Between the sun hat and the huge sunglasses it was hard
to catch much detail.
	"Mrs. Adams," the suit said. "You recognize the name. He's one of
the owners. He'd like you to make a house call."
	Dave looked at the picture again. Still no clue to her actual
age or what she looked like, but it was just possible to glimpse her
figure in the sun dress. Nothing spectacular, but she wasn't deformed
either. It wasn't her looks that gave him a knot in his stomach.
	"What kind of house call?" Dave asked. "Invited or uninvited? And
what does she want? You're going to have to spell it out if you want me
to do this."
	"Certainly," the suit seemed slightly offended Dave thought he
wouldn't do a through job. "Invited and still needing an invitation.
She doesn't know anything about it, but she's the right type. You have
to get over that little hurdle first. Talk your way in, make sure the
festivities take place in the master bedroom and then enjoy."
	"Mr. Adams wants to watch," Dave relaxed a little bit. That was
the easy part. Then something else occurred to him.
	"She's the right type?" Dave said. "She's going to think she's
cheating on her husband- in his bed? I want to talk to Adams. I want
his face to face assurance that I'm coming out with my skin before I
try something like this."
	The suit had a frozen smile. It had no personal impact on him
but he'd have gone another way. He deferred to having Dave shown out.

	Mr. Adams came by later in the day. Dave wasn't getting anywhere
with the new girl anyway, but it was irritating all the same. At least
he didn't have to get dressed.
	"I was told you needed some reassurance," Adams got right to the
point, "smart move, smart move. I can see you have the imagination for
this sort of thing."
	He might as well have called Dave a sneaky bastard. That he was
admitting he was one as well didn't change that. The idea was getting
less attractive by the minute. Dave liked spy stories but he didn't
want to be in one.
	"I assure you that your part in this is simply to seduce my wife,
have wild and hopefully exhibitionistic sex with her and the go on your
way," he said. "I pledge I will never admit to any foreknowledge either
of you or the situation. I only ask that you pledge the reverse."
	"Huh?" Dave grunted, doing less acting than he liked.
	"We didn't have this conversation. You met her and things went
along a certain course. All happenstance, serendipity," Adams said.
	"Okay," Dave agreed, "but this is about more than you getting
your jollies, isn't it?"
	"I'm not sure it's good for you to know any more," Adams said,
but had a thought, "Let's say it is and it isn't. I will 'get my
jollies' as you say, but in a different way than you mean, I think."
	It still didn't rule out Adams bursting in and shooting both of
them. What's a promise to the dead man? But anyone that talked the way
Adams did, didn't have enough blood in him to shoot someone out of
passion. At least that was Dave's working premise.
	The head spinner was a whole 'nother thing. Getting friendly with
little girls that developed a thing for the instructor was one thing.
That pretty much happened anyway. Okay, he might encourage it a little
bit for personal gain, but that was making something out of his native
abilities.
	Hunting a woman from a picture and putting it in motion with a
purpose was cold-blooded. He was back to spy stories and all he could
see was getting his balls crushed ala Casino Royale. It wasn't his job.
	He wasn't sure how he knew, but Dave was sure the aftermath was
going to be about that pleasant for Mrs. Adams. It wasn't any of his
business what Mr. Adams intended, but the same could be said for fucking
his wife.
	But all this was addenda after the main heading: Mr. Big wants it
and he's got your nuts in a vise anyway. Dave could only imagine one
thing that could make it worse and Leslie was waiting for him when he
got home.

	"That's not happy to see me," Leslie copped another line from an
old movie.
	"Because I usually am," Dave said sarcastically.
	"Your loss," she said pointedly. "Some people would be. Like that
guy down there pretending to sort his mail- for the last five minutes."
	It was enough to get her hurried into the house, to her delight.
She was impervious to his mood. That may have been because it was so
much like his normal mood when she came to call. Admittedly there was a
certain amount of acting, usually, and she knew it.
	Only after some time of his robotic responses to her demands did
Leslie catch on. He wasn't responding to clear attempts on her part to
infuriate him. She finally put her hand on his chest to get his
attention.
	"Where did you get the sand in your vagina?" she asked him.
	"What are you talking about?" Dave asked, finally irritated.
	"You're fucking me like we've been married ten years," Leslie
pointed out. "That's not normal. You can't help showing off."
	The crack about showing off aside, Dave had no desire to share
his problems with Leslie. Somehow she'd find a way to use them against
him and Mr. Adams had made it clear that this escapade was strictly
hush-hush.
	"I got called into the big office today. They had some
suggestions about how I should run things," Dave said.
	Leslie scoured him with a particularly penetrating gaze. It was
spooky, like she was reading the truth in his face.
	"And you like that as much as me telling you what to do," she
said, and Dave had the feeling she was being as free with her thoughts
as he was.
	She pushed harder to move him off her. As he moved off, she
squirmed around under him.
	"Then do it like this," she said from her hands and knees, "maybe
you can put some feeling into it this way."
	Dave had to grant she had a point. It was bad enough he had to do
what she wanted. Not getting anything out of it robbed it of the small
reward of good sex. He slipped back into her from behind and tried to
keep his mind on his business as he fucked her.
	And he thought Leslie made his life a nightmare, Dave began to
slip back to his problems. She was at least an eager fuck and, if she
wasn't too young and too pushy along with the other problems of his
work following him home, they had what could possibly, in other
circumstances, be called a decent relationship.
	Fucking some guy's wife? That was wack.
	"There you go, cowboy! Ride that range!" Leslie jolted him back
to noticing he was ramming into her with the misplaced aggression of
his turmoil.
	Well, she liked it and Dave tried to keep the pace, even
speeding it a little. Oh yes, she was a good fuck. If she didn't come 
with so many other problems...

	Mrs. Adams was 40-ish, well-preserved by expensive cosmetics.
Dave didn't think surgery was involved. At least her face, he'd have to
see her in less to form an opinion about her rack, which tended toward
the large but not garishly out of place on her type of body.
	She was indeed a hot mama. He watched her flirt with her waiter
from his vantage across the street as he mulled his next move. The
approach would be simple. He was gathering his courage or trying to
think of a good reason to abort the whole mission.
	She wouldn't be disgusting to fuck, not the teens he was used to,
but he wouldn't have to close his eyes and fantasize she was someone
else, either. It was the whole smarmy snare he'd be leading her into
that made Dave wish he was back at the Halcyon with some cute little
thing in a two-piece.
	He tried to shame himself with his lack of adventure, but only
succeeded in reminding himself of that part with 007 in the bottomless
chair having his balls whacked. There was too much he wasn't told
about this. But it wasn't like he had much choice.
	"Why hello there, Miss...?" Dave smiled at Mrs. Adams.
	"Miss Stevens," she said.
	Dave had to bite back telling her they had the same name and
asked, "Mind if I sit down?"
	As they flirted, Dave wondered at the coincidence. It made him
more wary that he was about to enter a trap built for two. He didn't
have time to work that into a panic, however. Mrs. Adams/Miss Stevens
was exactly the type. She was ready to abandon the cafe even before 
the waiter brought her salad.
	Mind on your business, Dave told himself sternly as she let them
into her flat. Do this lady up proud. Whatever his doubts, it might be
as Mr. Adams said. He could do his job and reap great benefits,
whatever became of the lady. It was better to think that anyway.
	Mrs. Adams/Miss Stevens smiled broadly as she showed him into the
master bedroom. It was almost round and every wall, including the door
they entered through was covered in mirrors. Dave tried to mimic a look
of wonder, but he was filled with darker thoughts.
	Whoever or whatever was behind one of those panels would have no
trouble seeing what went on. Dave preened at the thought of spectators
at the Halcyon, but this was a different kind of exposure. He guessed
Leslie hadn't been far wrong when she said he liked to play but didn't
like to be played.
	While he might be a guinea pig, he wasn't the one they were
interested in, he tried to remind himself as he took off his clothes.
Usually he was brash in the knowledge he was performing for an audience
but this time he had the unsettling sense he was being graded.
	Her tits were too droopy to be fake. It wasn't in a bad sense,
only that the bags containing the grapefruit had let them slip a little
lower on her chest. She obviously worked out. She wasn't the taut,
fresh teen he was used to, but she was younger than her years.
	"We have all sorts of tricks and treats if you'd like to try
them," she said as she sprawled on the round bed and opened a panel
stuffed with buttons and switches.
	Dave let the plural pass without comment and just shook his head
at the offer, saying, "Why don't we start with the basics? We can work
up to the other later if we want."
	Her laugh was a throaty purr as she heard the promise of extended
fun and games from Dave. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and
threw her arms to the side.
	"Here I am," she invited, "Do what you want to me."
	Dave was pretty sure one of the buttons or switches would have
her swinging in the air, hanging from her ankles if he wanted that,
and that she'd be quite happy to comply. What he wanted was simpler.
He wanted to fuck her and get out of there as quickly as he could and
not piss off his boss.
	There was no reason he had to approach it like the gallows. Even
if his worst fears were right, nothing would happen until after he
fucked her. Some of the natural Dave pushed past the doom and gloom and
planted an idea in his head. He knelt on the bed and moved over to
straddle her chest.
	It fit in so many ways: making her look slutty, taking control,
and actually getting just what he wanted for once. He squatted down and
leaned forward to push his cock in her mouth. She opened up like a
submissive bitch and sucked him.
	There were hoards of him reflected in the mirrors, arched over
her body and feeding her cock. He could see himself from every angle in
reflections and reflections of reflections. Contrarily, it made him
think of the eyes on him behind the mirrors. That led him to ponder
what he'd do next.
	The urge, impulse, whatever he'd started, seemed to lead him
directly to yanking his cock out of her mouth and jamming it in her
cunt. That sounded good in theory, but he wasn't sure how it would be
received. Then he hit on the compromise.
	"All right," he said, moving down her body, "now play with
yourself. Get yourself ready for me."
	He wouldn't go all the way to 'masterstroke', but the way her
face lit up deserved some fancy description for his luck on hitting
on the idea. Her face was spread in a naughty grin as she reached
between her legs with both hands. She pulled it wide with the fingers
of one hand and plunged in with two fingers of the other.
	By the way her eyes locked onto his, Dave got the feeling she was
feeling more from showing than doing. She slithered her hips around as
her hand stroked ostentatiously over her pubic mound with just a bit
too much theatricality. She was selling how hot it made her rather
than getting hot from the manipulation.
	That was fine with Dave. The performance seemed to be doing the 
trick if her fingers weren't and he'd never been interested in it for
himself. She looked hungry for more and Dave figured she'd interpret
his impatience as need on his part.
	"Now get those hands out of the way," he warned her.
	Perversely, it made him think of Leslie. Mrs. Adams/Miss Stevens
betrayed a craving to be bullied. Dave snapped into control easily, but
not without a snort at the reversal.
	A snort was all he had time for as she uncovered her crotch and
he dropped down to drive his cock into her. She moaned as he drove to
the hilt, but her eyes were wide and bright with her appreciation of
his brusqueness. Dave felt he was on the right track without getting
smug. He had every reason to believe Mrs. Adams/Miss Stevens would be
as responsive whatever he wanted, however he took her.
	She was looking past his shoulder as he thrust into her and he
had no doubt the ceiling was covered in mirrors like the walls. He
wasn't interested, but he did become aware of how he might look and
suited his exertions to giving her something to watch.
	It seemed odd that a man who made his living off voyeurs would be
confronting the idea now, but this was different for Dave. His job at
the Halcyon was to fuck young girls. As far as he thought about it,
which wasn't far, the viewers had enough to make them happy seeing the
young flesh getting drilled.
	In the present case, it was like he was being graded by the one
he was fucking. That was new. He was confident the little girls got
more than they hoped but didn't really care. He didn't care a lot about
Mrs. Adams/Miss Stevens either, but in this case she was the one he
was performing for. Except, of course, whoever or whatever was behind
the mirror.
	Dave had forgotten his purpose for a moment and when he was 
reminded, wished he was still oblivious. It was so much easier to keep
his mind on fucking when fucking was all that was on his mind.
	He didn't have to worry about that. It came naturally.
Remembering his purpose only took some of his attention away from
enjoying it more. His cock explored her with uninterrupted vigor and
she was oblivious to his inner workings.
	She was the type all right. Dave found himself wondering who else
had fucked her on this bed and if there was an extensive library of
performances somewhere as he pumped in and out of her. She was enjoying
the sights too much to notice. Dave figured that was his immediate 
purpose: to provide the hard cock to go with the visuals. 
	That seemed fair somehow- at least in the way she saw it. He was
some random guy knocking off a piece of pussy. He was getting what he
came for and he could hardly blame her for getting what she wanted at
the same time.
	He was thinking too much. He'd been fucking away with machine-
like predictability. He suddenly felt the need for change.
	"You get on top," he said, pulling away from her.
	He got no argument and she didn't seem like she was regretting 
the loss of the visual. He flopped on his back and she climbed right
over him. Maybe it was more impressive with him on top, because the
view on the ceiling wasn't all that exciting for Dave. If he wanted to
look, he much preferred the ring of mirrors on the walls.
	There he got a panorama of her ass bouncing on his cock and her
breasts flopping wildly that were stimulating additions to the view 
from below. What he'd lost was control. She was going at him with a
will to make him pop. He could hold out, but not forever.
	As she began to moan and puff, a whip-like undulation infected
her rhythm up and down on his cock. It was something like being caught
in a meat buffer on an eccentric gear. Dave couldn't help reacting with
heaves of his own as her cunt slashed and sloshed around his prick.
	Not that it mattered. The signs were that she was going to beat
him anyway. Dave lay back and closed his eyes to let the sensation
build to irresistible. He'd let go when she got there. It seemed he'd
done enough to satisfy her, and, he was sure, any others in the area.
	"You want to try one now?" she asked as she lay beside him, her
hand idly stroking the buttons and switches in the console.
	He wanted to call it a day and leave, but Dave could see that
wasn't going to work with her. He was also somewhat emboldened by the
fact no one had burst in and confronted them.
	"Which one hangs you by the ankles?" he said without thinking.
	"Ooooo," she purred and Dave knew he both made a mistake and hit
on a sensitive spot.
	Something that looked like an octopus in bondage dropped from the
mirrors above them when she stabbed a button. It was an expensive play
room. Dave could only imagine what else might be hiding behind the
panels, ready to pop out and the mirrors slide back into place.
	"You can put me in any position you want with this," she said
happily as she got up, caught the tangle of straps and tried to climb
into them.
	Dave supported her back so she could put her second foot in a
stirrup-like loop in the contraption. It's default position- or the one
last used- hung her like she was levitated but you could see the wires.
She hung groin high above the bed when he was on his knees.
	"It moves up and down with the two switches at the top," she
informed him as he was identifying the uses this harness could be put
to.
	"This is fine for now," Dave said, moving around to her head.
	If she'd had any sense, she would have gotten in face down and
with her head toward the top of the bed, Dave thought before catching
himself. Her position was a clue to the normal use of this thing. It
wasn't right or wrong, just a matter of preference.
	His preference at the moment was to pull her head back and jab
his limp cock into her mouth. That was one detail that had to be taken
care of before he could plan the second act. He moved around into
position and held his cock out to her. She leaned back and opened her
mouth like they were of one mind.
	After a sigh as her mouth closed and he was drawn into the active
concert of tongue and lips, Dave looked around at the mirrored walls.
His pleasure seemed too much a private pleasure to be fulfilling his
mission to the hidden voyeur. But there was such a look of abandonment
where Mrs. Adams' face could been seen and she gave herself up so
eagerly in her chains that Dave himself found new appreciation that
added to her urgent sucking on his cock.
	However Mr. Adams wished to debase her, she was proving an apt
subject. Her legs lolled open at the other end and began to swing as
her hips joined the motion. Her hand was quickly attracted to the
motion and Dave watched as she drove two fingers deep into her sex as
she swung, in effect fucking her own face against his groin.
	Still priding himself on the rejuvenation powers of a youth, Dave
knew he was due little credit that his cock responded. By whatever
strange path he had come to this chamber of debauch, he saw that Mrs.
Adams was her perfect denizen of this lair. Pride pricked by her
seeming appropriation of his role as despoiler, Dave bucked against
her swinging.
	It was his job to defile her, for he had decided that was what
her husband wanted. He fucked back against her mouth with his rising
erection, but she greeted that with even more agitation for him to
do more. It was like a challenge to Dave. Now started, it was certainly
an escalation on her part and Dave began to scramble for an idea that
would put him back in control.
	Well, the answer lay in the ominous black box, Dave knew for
sure.
	Loathe to give up his now proud prick, Mrs. Adams twisted in her
chains as Dave moved toward the box. When he reached the box, even Dave
could only thank luck that the switch he threw dropped Mrs. Adams's
head to the bed. He could claim no credit for the way the tangled
chains left her either.
	The twisted chains had trapped her hands more or less, more in 
the case of the hand between her legs and less for the other. Even so
she could only hope to fend off some of the pressure of being dropped
on her face. Her legs, which might have extended straight up without
the twisted chains, were bent forward and Dave's eye was pulled to the
ivory hillocks so exposed and presented by her position.
	Accident, luck, whatever, Dave saw his opportunity at once. Here
she was, hung upside down, with all access just at the level of a
standing cock. He knew just what to do.
	Her foot made a convenient handle as he pressed his cock down and
dropped it into her cunt. She made muffled sounds, but whether for good
or bad Dave ignored as he looked at the sight of themselves in the
mirrors. Dave was a connoisseur of young flesh and tight pussy, but he
couldn't be unaffected by the sight of Mrs. Adams trapped and offered
in this way.
	Even when he looked down to where his cock plunged into her,
there was her hand, still stretched toward her pussy but tangled and
pulled a mere finger-length from its intended target. Her fingers 
waggled helplessly as Dave drove his cock down into her. It seemed the
muffled sounds might be encouragement, but Dave was still ignoring
their import in favor of the picture they presented.
	It might appear as rape in some sense, but Dave was oblivious
to that as well. What he had was spread, open, available pussy held in
place for him to ravage. He concerned himself only with ravaging it.
	The heat of the first ravage past, Dave saw, in his mind, the
eyes behind the mirror when he looked again. He was reminded of his
mission, the man who sent him and the woman he was to fuck. She was
the most immediate. He looked down and remembered her trying to usurp 
his role as despoiler.
	Of course, for Dave, it was as simple as: I'll show her.
	Her cries took on a sharper sound as he moved his cock back to
her asshole and bashed into it. She was more lively for it and her
cries more muffled for their fervor and profusion as Dave went back to
cunt and then back to try the breach three or four more times until 
her anus was smeared sufficiently for him to force entry.
	Her muffled outcries became rhythmic sounds timed with Dave's
steady trespass deeper into her ass. Her hand had stopped trying to
reach her pussy and was balled into a fist as Dave buggered her.
	"Let me down!" she had finally worked her face free to shout.
	Dave relented with a smirk. He'd made his point and it wasn't
the most comfortable squat over her suspended ass in the first place.
He reached across to use the other switch and her ass plopped onto the
bed.
	"All right, then," she said after escaping her bonds, her face 
surprisingly neutral. "You should carry on."
	"This time with lubrication," she said with a hint of scolding
as she detoured only to grab a tube from the bedside shelf and then
got on her hands and knees in front of him.
	Whatever. All he'd done before wasn't erased if she gave him
permission now, Dave reasoned. And in another sense, asking for it was
just what he imagined Mr. Adams was looking for. Dave squeezed a dollop
of the lube on her ass and another on his cock and went back to the
hilt in one shove.
	"Go on," she invited him. "Hard as you want. Hard as you can."
	At that point Dave no longer cared. He was thinking of escape
again and fucked her ass to that purpose. She was getting plenty. Mr.
Adams was getting plenty. He fucked her hard and fast. If anything,
his careless rutting looked better than if he took his time.
	Mrs. Adams was mildly derisive as Dave plead satiation, but he
didn't feel she was disappointed. He figured it pleased her to laugh
at men who could not tire her and instead kept his mind firmly on 
getting away. Not that he didn't have another go or two- but he wasn't
going to let her tease that from him.
	Escape. Whole skin. Dave forgot Mrs. Adams's mocking grin even as
he got to the street and turned back toward the Halcyon. Not that it
hadn't been something...
	Dave had stopped trying to rank, content to let history put the
encounter in its place by the time he entered the Halcyon. He was back
on familiar ground now and he was pleased how comforting that felt.
	As he was walking through the lockers he might have wondered why
he had fled back to this place instead of his own but he was
intercepted before that thought could occur.
	"Remember me?"
	Dave wasn't likely to forget her. She wasn't the first, but she
was near the front of his seductions when Halcyon first opened. That as
a landmark was nothing compared to those tits.
	Dave had no idea of her name, but every detail of her melons,
hooters, headlights and how he played with them was fresh in his mind
as if it had been within the hour.
	"How could I forget you?" Dave asked, unapologetically addressing
the tits he remembered and not her face.
	"Well, I remember you too and I've missed you," she said.
	It had been too long for that to be true. Dave was coming from
quite a work-out. But there was no question what he would do. It was an
issue of pride first off. And they were great tits. Beyond that, in the
back of Dave's mind was the scent of command performance.
	She really hadn't missed him, or she hadn't missed him that much.
Otherwise she'd have been back sooner. Her turning up now, here, had
the stink of a set-up. But on the scale of set-ups, this was one that
Dave didn't mind. They were great tits.
	Most probably, whoever was in the sky-box watching it all unfold
was the one that missed her. That made sense to Dave. She was
memorable. Objectively, a millimetre, an inch here or there really
didn't make that much difference. Dave knew from experience that huge
hooters weren't even a good predictor of passion. But there was
something beyond objective that didn't care about any of that. She had
huge tits. Others might compare but none equaled those gravity-defying
puppies.
	Dave lost interest in pondering this phenomenon as her hands went
to the straps of her swimsuit. She wasn't here to swim. Her suit wasn't
wet. It was part of the set-up flashed briefly in Dave's mind as he
watched her tits bounce out of their confinement. She stood with her
suit just below the magnificent mammaries and waited for him.
	Dave jolted from his dreamy gaze to the realization it was his
turn. Well, it was odd, he soothed himself at his gaffe. Usually all he
had to do was jerk down his trunks. He started to undress, but she
still waited.
	"Maybe we could go to your office?" she asked, "Make it special?"
	Dave nodded, grinning. If he needed confirmation that he was in
someone's fantasy, this was it. His office had been designed as a set-
piece in this voyeur's dream. It was two steps higher and glass-
enclosed with a central trainer's table again set on another slab to
raise it.
	It turned out to be a step too far for normal business, an
unnecessary complication to make a grand show of every young thing Dave
seduced, but it was there. And this time it seemed both of them were
aware that they were to make the grand show.
	Dave yanked off his underwear and dropped it on the pile with the
rest of his clothes. He had a hard-on to be proud of and saw no reason
to hide it, or scatter his clothes all over the lockerroom. At this,
she turned and led him to his office.
	Finally, she pulled down her suit and stepped out of it. Dave
accepted that as a signal to start, since she had revealed nothing to
rival the tits he'd been ogling since he'd first seen her. All it meant
was he could get his hands on those tits.
	Now, much has been made of huge hooters, even to the point of
ignoring all the erotic machinery proceeding naturally in the
background. There has been no mention of the young lady, whose reaction
was a process from slight resentment that all men saw was her tits to
a warming pride as she saw the effect and then to gratitude for the
huge fleshy tools given her to make men act the fool.
	As Dave put his hands on the prizes, there was warm bubbling
inside both of them. Her erotic pulse beat faster as she anticipated
the fire with which Dave would fuck her. And though Dave had some
strange confusion that it was her tits he'd fuck, the urge was strong
and his cock, at least, knew where the real action would be.
	"Climb up here, won't you?" she said, patting the table.
	Dave looked up at the pretty face, framed by long black hair and
was jolted to remember that the woman behind the tits of his obsession
was quite desirable on her own. He climbed up on the table and lay on
his back. It was so obvious what was coming.
	So much for too tired to go on, Dave spared a thought for Mrs.
Adams as he lay back. She'd gotten her share and now it was time to 
share with someone else. Then those tits loomed over him like moons
threatening to blot out the sun and Dave reached up even as he felt
the warm wet of pussy engulfing his cock.
	It made quite a sight, Dave was sure. Even with his hands lifting
from beneath, her tits were a glory of motion and such motion was 
increased by the bounty of her tits. But if the author of this
connection was in orgasmic bliss, it was Dave who was feeling hot pussy
moving up and down on his cock as well as feeling the weight of her
breasts surging in his hands as she rode on him.
	"You can be rougher," she said in a gravelly voice as she fixed
him with a steady gaze.
	Her hips responded when Dave's hands closed tighter on her tits.
It was as if he invoked some demon of lust within her as he grabbed
more violently at her breasts. Her motion echoed his mauling, driving
down harder and faster as he crushed and pulled on the pliant orbs.
	What at first had seemed blasphemous, desecrating something as
holy as her tits, became Dave's form of worship. He re-formed them,
jerked them, squeezed them, and at each new abuse she rewarded him with
a new motion of her hips. They were both fast reaching the point of no
return when she howled piteously and ground to a halt.
	"No, not like this," she said. "I want you to take me from
behind. Like a dog."
	There was such a growl in her 'like a dog' that Dave felt his
cock jump inside her. This was indeed a fresh taste to wash the memory
of Mrs. Adams from his memory. He could only marvel at the perversity
of this girl. He followed her so quickly that he nearly tipped her
off balance as she tried to pull off his hard cock.
	It was easy enough to do as they precariously altered their
positions, her turning away and onto her hands and knees and Dave 
scooting back so he could rise on his knees behind her. 
	"Now fuck me," she demanded. "Like a dog!"
	Well, dogs grabbed on with their front legs, Dave reasoned as he
thrust back into her warm cunt. He bent over her back to again fill his
hands with her hanging breasts. If their swinging was to further amuse
their audience, then someone could stop him, Dave thought. He used their
weight as counter-balance rather than handles as he slammed into her
from the rear.
	He heard nothing but encouragement from the big-breasted cutie
with her butt in the air. It seemed to Dave that she had rolled into
her favorite position. There was certainly no pretense in the way she
pushed her ass back for him to drive deeper into her. She wanted it and
he wanted it. What could be better?
	"Whatever you want..." she seemed to answer his thoughts, "You
can do... anything."
	They seemed to be getting on well enough where they were at. Dave
answered her by kicking his thrusting up a notch. Remembering before,
Dave gripped her tits harder as he slapped heartily on her rear.
	"I mean..." she was gasping, "If you want... if you want my
ass... you can fuck that..."
	She sounded too near cumming to switch now. And she sounded as
happy as Dave with what they were doing. Dave didn't waste the
confusion to think about it. He kept plowing into her from behind.
	She was shuddering, squirming. Dave grabbed her breasts tight and
fucked her worthy of a finish. It was all right now. He could let
himself fuck wild. When that led to the explosion he hunched hard on
her butt while his cock spurted jet after jet of cum as far as his
cock reached inside her.
	He pressed hard against her rump. He let his hands slip off her
tits and slide back until he was holding her hips even more firmly
against himself. Aftershocks made his balls jump as his breathing 
slowed back to normal with his cock still embedded in her welcome.
	She didn't say anything more about her ass. In fact, she said
little else but thank you before she scampered away. Dave was in no
shape or of any inclination to follow her. As well as he had accounted
himself, it had been a draining day and he was willing to let her go.
	Leslie had haunted the back of his mind as he decided to let her
go. With his luck, Dave knew she would be waiting for him and demanding
some bravura performance just when he was least able. He was half right.
	"Hmpff!"
	Dave had greeted her nicely. Okay, he'd called her his little
ball drainer, but he said it jokingly and he'd called her a lot worse.
He was surprised that she seemed so out of sorts.
	"So I guess I must be in for a hard night," Dave tried to pry
something out of her.
	"Oh ha ha, so funny," Leslie sneered. "Why don't you make us
something to eat and shut up."
	It wasn't like that time of the month. Although this wasn't horny
brought on the red tide, Dave thought back and assured himself it was
the wrong timing. But it did seem like the mood of others, who were not
overheated and lusty at the time, when they were on the rag.
	Of course none of that made sense. Then not much really made
sense in the relationship between him and Leslie. Dave should have been
used to that, but then Leslie without sexual demands was like a whole
other continent of not making sense.
	It was at least an aggressive lack of sexual demands. Through a
silent dinner and a tense silence after, right into the curt
information that she was staying, Leslie was daring Dave to start
something. Even more, he had the sense she was there to insure he
didn't have the chance to explore any other options.
	"You can hold me, but we're not doing anything," Leslie informed
Dave as she slid into bed beside him.
	Dave hadn't expected anything. He was wearing boxers. Leslie,
however, was naked and that was just too strange not to draw a comment.
	"Okay, why aren't we doing anything?" Dave asked. "You've been
dying to tell me all night. Just say it."
	"I don't feel like it," Leslie said. "So cuddle up and go
without. Who's in charge here, anyway?"
	She was making a point even if Dave didn't know what it was.
There was something brewing in that head of hers and Dave wasn't sure
he really wanted to know what it was. He was already paying for it. He
might be better off to leave it at that.
	It was actually interesting- in a Twilight Zone kind of way- to
have Leslie sleep in his arms. It would have to be another planet where
it was normal for kids and grown-ups to fuck, and even then Dave was
feeling way too much protective big brother for it to set right. And
the worst thing was even with the strange overtones, Dave was pretty
pleased that Leslie was his sex bunny.
	Oh yeah- c'mon, think about it. Fresh, limber, firm, there's much
to be said for neophytes and virgins to have the experienced older man
to show them what sex can be, but wiggle, squiggle, giggle, learning to
ride is not like that same fresh, limber, firm who knows what she's 
doing and even better knows what to do with you.
	As sick as it was to admit it, fucking Leslie was pretty nice.
The whole 'forced into it' part was a convenient shelf to put the guilt
on. On the whole it was a sweet deal, whether he dare admit it or not.

	"You have no idea, do you?" Leslie was all drama queen after the
night's sexless sleep.
	No. None. He'd even asked.
	"What did you do yesterday?" she asked, glaring at him.
	Well, that was awkward. He wasn't sure Mr. Adams wanted his
little plan shared.
	"I met one of my old students," Dave said, deciding to hand it
out piecemeal just like Leslie.
	"The one with the really huge tits, you mean," Leslie sneered.
	It wasn't that she was handing it out one piece at a time. Dave
was just dense. He didn't bother to wonder how he could have known she
was privy to his every move, moving forward with this knowledge
instead.
	"So you know everything I was doing. Why does that bother you?"
Dave asked. "You know what I do, having experienced it yourself."
	Dave swore he could see Leslie teetering, like something was
inflating her like a balloon, but something else was clamping it off.
Her face got redder as her rage won out.
	"It's usually not my mother and my father's mistress!" she went
off.
	First the shock wave, then the firestorm and only then does the
blast hit. Mother = Leslie Adams + Mr. Adams = father: shock. Dave had
fucked the whole family, mistress included and Leslie somehow knew. It
wasn't much a leap, working for Mr. Adams, to suspect Leslie saw.
	Already crisped by that firestorm, Dave was left to feel the
blast like a dull thud. He'd been fucking the boss's daughter. And none
of it made any real sense.
	"Why would he tell you?" Dave asked the first thing that fell out
of his mouth.
	"Because he doesn't like me fucking you!" Leslie screamed.
	Well, then, obviously he knew. That passed with the other stunned
thoughts as Dave moved toward the glimmer of something he just
understood.
	"So you stayed last night to spite him," Dave said.
	"And I don't know why!" Leslie was beginning to crumble.
	Her face was like fierce storm clouds over her flowing tears as 
she cried as much in rage as sadness.
	"How did I know?" Dave once again spouted his first thought. "How
could I know? What was I supposed to do?"
	Something had become clear in the convoluted mess twisting in
Dave's head. None of it was choice. He had to do what he did because he
had no option. Except maybe the big-tit chick...
	"What's that girl's name?" Dave blurted out.
	"Vanessa," Leslie said threatening to break her anger.
	Except maybe Vanessa, he was given no choice. Leslie had
something on him. Her father had that and more. And even Vanessa, if
she was part of this set-up, was another no option situation.
	Leslie was swinging back to cold fury as he considered all this.
It seemed she knew those facts as well, but they didn't calm her.
	"It's just how he is," Leslie spat out, "He uses people. He sets
things up the way he likes them. Well, I won't have it! I'm going to
fuck whoever I want!"
	Interestingly, it wasn't the first time some teen had thrown 
herself at Dave with similar words, but it was a first for a tear-
stained, red-faced girl who had spent the previous night denying him
sex. Fortunately, the response was the same. You caught them so they
didn't fall.
	As Leslie clung to him, Dave knew just where this was going- back
upstairs for the fucking they should have done the night before. He had
no reason to comply beyond that being the normal course of things, and
anything vaguely normal was very attractive at the moment.
	"Will you?" Leslie asked him as he slid into bed beside her.
"Will you fuck me when I'm old?"
	It was an absurd question, but Dave knew better than to laugh.
Leslie was at a precarious point and he just wanted her to calm down.
	"How old?" he asked, trying to defuse her fear with humor.
	"Eighteen?" she peeped toward his chest.
	"Oh, I think I can go that far," Dave said, not so successfully
keeping the chuckle out of his voice.
	She pounded on his chest, left fist, right fist.
	"You know what I mean," she said in a small voice, "When I can't
make you."
	Dave just kissed her on the top of the head and pulled her 
tighter. Now too much was making sense and he wasn't going to deal with
it now. He was sure she'd be in a much better state of mind to discuss
what he thought she meant after he'd given her a good dose of trouser
snake.
	It wasn't like the sexless night had left him horny. There was
all that reflective stuff about how Leslie was still attractive even
if she was forbidden. He hadn't been horny when she was yelling. But
now, naked skin to naked skin, he was horny. Everything was getting so
heavy, Dave reverted to answering his needs.
	Dave didn't answer. He pushed his knee between Leslie's and
kissed her on the head again as he rolled her toward him. But Leslie
wasn't coming. She was laying like a lump in his arms.
	Dave reversed his direction. He rolled toward her until he could
get his other leg inside hers. Still not quite on top, Dave fished
around with his hard-on.
	It was all too clear what he was doing. He was making no effort
to disguise his intention. Leslie made no move to help or hinder him,
Just letting him hold her and doing nothing. Dave took it as
convenience rather than consent as his cock found her moist slit and
pressed toward his goal.
	He didn't think he was helping, but he didn't think he'd be
hurting anything either. It was the opposite of painful to slip his
cock into Leslie's pussy. She gave no indication of great gladness, but
she didn't pull away either.
	Dave moved over her and had to lift not to smother her. Her eyes
were closed as if she was playing dead. Dave didn't mind that either.
He'd rather have no response than a negative one at that point.
	Leslie moved fitfully throughout his fucking. Now it was more
like she was pretending it was a dream and didn't strictly restrain
herself from responding. Dave felt more confident as he moved from
slow, easy strokes to a more urgent thrusting. Whatever mysterious
things were spinning in Leslie's head, getting fucked was totally
agreeable to her.
	It was pretty agreeable to Dave too. Now it wasn't fireworks,
bandwagon stuff and it was heavy on the masturbation vibe, but Dave
was finding that satisfying in a comfortable rather than violent sense.
It was the real, pure sex as far as he could see. It was just his cock
rubbing fire from her pussy. No posturing involved, just cock and cunt
doing what cock and cunt were made for. Fucking was pretty good even 
on the most basic level.
	And then he felt something that was strange. He came in Leslie in
a series of shivery jerks and he felt- not done. Cumming was the signal
to jerk out and restore order. Cover up, flee the area, put it all
behind and get on with life. Even with Leslie he had always withdrawn
so they could resume their fencing.
	But this time Leslie wasn't going to respond. And she felt so
tight around his cock as it bathed in her warmth. Dave was in no hurry
to pull out. That was an odd one.
	Of course the question of Leslie being in love with him was going
to take more than one fuck to unravel. For one thing, she was so
irritating. Balancing that, was all the stuff about being sweet
forbidden fruit and a fuck, if he was honest, he'd miss if it was gone.
	That was nothing in the face of real world issues like her father
being his boss and her being 17. He didn't feel obliged for fun. Leslie
had serious grounds on him and that she used that hold to advance her
crush wasn't her best recommendation. Which was only a small part of
the several named and unnamed hells her father could bring down on him
if he wanted.
	It was too much to unravel in a lifetime. Dave finally climbed
off Leslie firm in his resolve to put it out of his mind and try to get
back to his normal routine.
	"Feel any better?" he asked Leslie.
	"Umm-hmm," she said dreamily.

	The diving student wasn't shy at all. It seemed everyone was now
free to use Dave for their personal satisfaction.
	"I heard it was a 'nice' one," she said, hand on his cock through
his trunks. "I guess nice means big."
	It was hardly the most original come-on, but Dave had never got
it from a student before. It wasn't that they were getting bolder. It 
was more like they were assured. If it was some kind of club, he
guessed it made sense.
	As if swimming wasn't wet enough, she took Dave into the showers.
He guessed it made as much sense as anything that he'd be into wet, but
it held no special attraction for him. That went for her sexy reveal
under the shower stream too.
	Their suits, almost without exception, were like a second skin
so little mystery was revealed when they came off. There was a
predictable decompression of breasts that added a small amount of
volume when freed of the pressure of the spandex and the revelation of
pink or brown, rose or tan of their nipples.
	Still, it was a signal, and that was significant. Even if Dave 
already knew they wanted to fuck him, it was a sign they wanted him to
fuck them now.
	Dave stepped into the downpour and let her shove her hands in 
his trunks as he teased with bringing his mouth to hers. She didn't
care. She was happy waiting, her hands busily exploring his cock and
balls. He had decided she would duck away and drop to suck him when he
went for it, but again he was wrong.
	She let their lips meet and her hands changed their mission. One
went around his waist and the other up to his shoulder blade as she
responded like a predator to the offering of his tongue. She was much
more eager and outcome centered than Dave guessed. She was holding onto
him so she could maneuver his cock between her legs and into her pussy.
	She hadn't bothered to push his suit any farther than necessary
to uncover the cock she craved. Dave felt almost trapped with his 
trunks caught under his balls, still covering half his ass, and her
pussy closing in. That it was like unzipping your pants and fucking
some broad against a wall in an alley flashed in Dave's mind as she
trapped his cock where she could force it into herself without it
sliding away.
	They were still tangling tongues. Her only communication was to
lean her weight toward the showerroom wall so Dave would pin her 
against it. Dave sagged under her weight as she hopped on the one foot
still on the floor and wrapped both legs behind his back. He surged
back up, spearing deep into her and she finally broke the kiss to gasp
at the intrusion.
	The water cascading over them was adding nothing for Dave, but
the raw feeling of pinning her to the wall with his dick was
invigorating. She wasn't that heavy, but soon even her slight weight
was too much to keep having her up with his thrusts. To her credit,
she sensed the failing power of his thrusts and held herself on his
shoulders as she unwrapped her legs.
	"Just keep me against the wall," she gasped as she dropped down
and reluctantly off his hard cock.
	Dave didn't have to trouble himself with her meaning nor find
some way to appease her. She turned to the wall, pressed her breasts to
the wet tile and stuck out her ass for him. She had nice breasts, nice
not meaning big in this case, and Dave usually liked playing with
breasts, but he could see she was looking for another kind of
stimulation. And his cock felt interrupted and her pussy was right
there, peeking out under the curves of her ass and between the arc of
her thighs.
	He dipped a little and drove back into her. He put his hands on
the shower wall on either side of her and bent to her as much as the
angle would allow. She was moaning most happily as he thus trapped her
and drove her into the unforgiving tile.
	There was lots of explanations, surrender, over-powered,
inevitability, but Dave was satisfied he was giving her what she needed
to experience whichever was to her taste. For himself, he just wanted
to slam this little girl until the distraction of the water gave way
to the lust of friction and he could shoot her full of cum.
	Dave didn't think of Leslie after. Well, that sounds harsh stated
so baldly. His thought strayed to Leslie from time to time, but sex
with the diver didn't automatically trigger it. Nothing about his daily
routine made her appear in his head. He thought of her when his
thoughts touched on things relating to her.
	That may seem a strange revelation at this point, but it was
important to Leslie later.

	"Are you moving in now?" Dave asked when he returned home to find
Leslie there. "Did your father throw you out?"
	The afterthought was fortunate. Leslie was knitting her brows at
his first question. At the second, she snorted.
	"The last thing Daddy wants is me out of his control," she said
angrily. "I'm showing him my independence."
	"In my house?" Dave erupted and saw Leslie cloud up again.
	"I mean, I'm in his pocket," Dave explained hastily. "He can yank
all of this out from under both of us. This is hardly the place to
escape his influence."
	Leslie smiled. Dave felt a certain warmth, but also condescension
and secret wisdom. He would be irritated, but Leslie had been so
volatile he was glad to see her on a more even keel.
	"What I've got on you goes double for him," Leslie said bluntly,
adding as an unfortunate rider, "Of course, he knows things too. But at
worst it's a stand-off. No, my acts of defiance are over and above all
of that."
	"In my house?" Dave asked again, gentler this time.
	"Oh come on, you've figured it out. I saw it in your face,"
Leslie said sternly, her lower lip stuck out.
	"Yeah, but I haven't thought about it," Dave said. "Too
confusing. Too much stuff going on."
	Leslie surprised Dave by laughing. She was grinning broadly as 
she shook her head.
	"Then don't bother," she said. "Go on happily in your little 
world and I'll take care of the confusing stuff for you."
	Dave felt the condescension again but was untroubled. Obviously 
there was not going to be some odious requirement attached to Leslie
loving him. She was saying he didn't have to worry about it. He liked
not worrying.
	"So- did you get laid today?" Leslie asked him conversationally.
	Dave nodded. He was about to explain about the diver, but Leslie
didn't seem interested. He wasn't unaware of his peril at the moment,
but it was the simple test of his theory of worry-free Leslie.
	"Then let's make sure this is still in working order," Leslie 
said and put her hand in his pants.
	It seemed it might be true. She was just his eager Leslie with 
her hand trying to arouse him. It was the same as when he didn't
suspect she wanted anything from him but sex.
	It was easier to moan appreciatively and respond, so Dave did
that. Then Leslie was squatting down, undoing his fly, and he sighed.
	Blow-job led to naked Leslie to Dave on the sofa and Leslie 
straddling his lap impaled on his hard-on. There was eager too, Dave
added as his mind again ranged over the assets of his lover. She was
forbidden, familiar, fresh and eager. She was a sure thing, not just
that she'd fuck him, but that she'd be good.
	"Now I want you to earn your keep," Leslie said when they'd been
going at it for some time.
	She didn't go far. A pile of pillows against the arm of the sofa
made a convenient landing as Leslie leaned to the side and half fell,
half hopped off Dave's lap. She brought her butt up enough to get her
knees under her, but there was still an incline down from her head to
her rear.
	Dave wasn't a whiz at this for nothing. He tucked up one knee and
jammed it into the back of the sofa and put the other foot on the
floor. He could match any angle she gave him and thrust from a solid
stance.
	"There," Leslie said as Dave jammed his cock into her, "Now you
should know how I like it by now."
	Spirited. Lusty without the hurry. Firm, steady, with variations
of force, but always imposing. Leslie liked to feel cock inside her 
when she got fucked. She didn't want to get gushy feelings, she wanted
to feel a hard shaft delving for gold.
	It was impossible to deliver without getting caught up. It was
fine pussy, for one. And you can't fake conviction. Then there was
Leslie's hearty response to his cock driving into her. It was too good
to be cynical while plunging against that firm ass. Dave found himself
feeling Leslie's gasps and mews as a part of grip of her cunt. Sound
merged with the wet walls sliding around his cock and became the same
thing.
	"Yes!... Yes!... Cum for me!" Leslie demanded in gulps as their
fucking reached fever pitch.
	Dave shifted into overdrive. It wouldn't take long. Leslie
shuddered four strokes before Dave exploded. Squirming lapsed into
arches that bowed up her rear and head as Dave came in her.
	Leslie let her knees slide out and dropped onto the cushions.
Dave had to move back to the other end of the sofa to sit when she
dropped off his cock.
	"I knew that would work," Leslie said, somewhat dreamily, after a
pause.
	Dave waited for clarification and finally said, "What?"
	"I told you to cum," Leslie pointed out. "I knew that would get 
me off. We're like a team."
	Dave couldn't contradict her because he didn't remember what she
said. Maybe she had told him to cum. It didn't seem to make any
difference since it worked out. But a team?
	"Okay, what do you mean?" Dave asked. "I don't mean about that. I
mean about you fucking who you want to. And I don't mean that either.
I mean, what is your dream of how this works out?"
	Leslie turned toward him and then sat up. The transformation from
sprawled, just-fucked teen to the self-possessed, stern figure she made
was remarkable. She considered him a moment and softened slightly.
	"It's no dream," she said flatly. "I want you. I will have you.
The how is still in progress, but the when is no later than the day I
turn 18."
	"Don't I get a say in this?" Dave asked.
	"Of course you do. I've taken that into account," Leslie said.
"You'll think it over and figure it's a good deal if it doesn't
backfire on you and then it'll get complicated and you'll agree that I
should handle it."
	Dave was stung by the truth of her words. It was exactly how he'd
experienced it so far and there was no reason to suspect it would
change. Still, he felt obligated to make a token protest.
	"Why do I think it's a good idea?" Dave asked.
	"Because you like fucking me," Leslie said. "As much as you
grouse, you're used to me. And I don't think I exactly disappoint. You
can handle that, particularly since I don't care about the others at
work. You're going to have some time finding someone else like that."
	Dave looked like he was going to protest, but Leslie cut him off.
	"Except my mom and Dad's girlfriend," she addended, "I don't like
that, but I don't blame you because I know how it happened."
	Now there were too many things in Dave's head. He felt he should
deny liking Leslie, but she wouldn't believe him. He wanted to know how
the whole Mrs. Adams/Vanessa thing happened, but that wasn't primary.
	"Okay, I like you and all, but what do we have as a basis for a
marriage?" Dave surprised himself by entertaining the idea.
	"We know each other better than you like to admit," Leslie said,
"Besides, there's the part about me being filthy rich."
	Dave wasn't struck dumb by the concept. He looked that way
because he didn't have a response.
	"Daddy got very over-eager stocking my trust fund to avoid taxes
when I was a kid," Leslie said. "We're talking huge."
	"When I turn 18, I'll be within a Mercedes of Daddy's worth,"
Leslie said with a smirk.
	Bless Dave's heart. The idea of immense wealth washed over him
like anything else too complicated to worry about. It was a nice perk,
but Dave was still considering all the thoughts he'd had about Leslie
in the past weeks. Fresh would go first and then firm. Familiar would
grow and he didn't think eager would be a problem until she was saggy
and toothless. But he wouldn't be fucking high school girls by then,
either.
	"And you don't care I'm screwing girls like you all day?" Dave
asked.
	"Not like me," Leslie tossed her hair. "Beginners. And that's my
gift to them. Every girl deserves a good fuck so she knows one when she
gets it. And I haven't noticed that they're wearing this down."
	Leslie punctuated her words by grabbing his cock. Dave lost track.
He wasn't distracted into ignoring his concerns. He ignored his
concerns willfully in favor of getting back to the fun part. This
wasn't something a naked talk on the couch was going to settle. He
preferred postponing the far future for more immediate concerns.
	"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" Dave asked.
	"Dreamer," Leslie said, looking down at his limp dick in her
hand, "I'll tell you what I want when you're in some condition to 
provide it."
	It took no imagination to follow Leslie's thought process as she
got up, stepped onto the sofa and straddled Dave's head. He was in
condition for that. Her bent knees leaned into the back of the sofa on
either side of his head, providing some support to help Dave hold her
in place as he licked her pussy.
	She needed the help balancing and needed it more as Dave attacked
her slit with gusto. Her legs were getting weak and there was a lot of
her tottering high over Dave's head. She finally gave in, curving into
a bow to drop her hands on the back of the sofa for support and giving
Dave the sensation he was wearing a girl helmet.
	He had to strain to reach her pussy in that position. Dave
shifted his hands from under her butt to the sides of her hips, letting
her thighs rest on his biceps. Then, with a great effort of sheer
power, he stood up. Leslie was a girl helmet then. The sudden change
left her laying on Dave's head. He had to spin as the overbalance made
him topple so she was over the cushions again.
	He managed more guidance than he feared, but it was still mostly
a drop onto the cushions on the other end of the sofa. As her weight
fell off him, Dave had a split second where he might have caught
himself, but let his feet slide and fell, face first, into her crotch.
	Leslie was giggling and the giggling became raucous as Dave kept
eating her. She was shifting and squirming, but more like she was being
tickled than aroused.
	"All right! All right!" Leslie called out between chortles.
"That's enough of that for now."
	This kind of horseplay would go out as soon as Leslie filled out,
Dave found himself thinking. She was still kid-light now and he could
toss her around. But that balanced pretty well with lots of money and
teeny lovers as long as he could attract them.
	Dave was just tossing it around. He wasn't thinking as far as if
Leslie would still be serious in a couple months or if she could really
defy her father and manage it at all. It was up for consideration and
he was considering it.
	Leslie pushed him away to make him sit up and then leaned back 
and swung her legs over his. She kept scootching up until Dave could
feel her damp pussy pressing against his thigh. She smiled at him as
she rocked her legs back and forth on his lap.
	Dave knew it wouldn't be long. The pussy kiss on his leg was
nice, but it was the look in Leslie's eyes that was doing it. He wanted
to ram his cock in her and fuck that grin off her face. That urge was
worth three pussy kisses and a half dozen smooth legs stroking 
seductively over his own in sending the blood to his dick.
	"Wife-fuck me," Leslie said when she saw his cock rise. "I said
I'd tell you what I want. In bed. The plain way. Just fuck me that
way."
	Maybe Leslie had been thinking something else or nothing at all
the other morning, but it seemed somewhat familiar to Dave. Except that
Leslie was his willing partner, it was much the same. Even the feel of
basic and masturbation hung on when Leslie moved with him and
participated agreeably. 
	So did the rubbing together to create a spark and the idea it was
pretty good like this. Even without the showcase approach, cock
stuffing pussy was downright exciting. And they were down to that.
It was all between their legs, all about his cock invading her pussy.
No window dressing was obscuring that it was two individual lusts for
satisfaction taking it out on each other in order to get their own.
	They clung to each other and let the only things that mattered
work it out between them. It was all down there. The rest made no
difference. Dave humped and Leslie rocked as they let cock and pussy
out to howl.
	And when he came, it not only wasn't over, Dave wasn't stopping.
He went on some more, twitching and shivering like a run-away truck.
Leslie was keeping it up too, as if determined to match him. Dave 
finally went deep with a sigh and dropped down on her.
	"That's different," he said after a while.
	"What's different?" Leslie asked after a pause made it clear that
Dave would not continue unprompted.
	"I should be up and getting dressed or at least rolled over and
sleeping," Dave said. "But it feels good in there."
	"Welcome to being a senior and seeing the big picture," she
mocked him. "Who do you have for Chemistry sixth period?"
	"At least you're not bitchy. I couldn't stand it if you were
bitchy," Dave replied.

	It didn't get less confusing. Dave just got used to it. It was
amazing how much everything could be different, or at least seen in 
its true form, and still not change anything. Teen girls came and went,
Leslie made him fuck her, nobody in the ghost network over his head
intruded on the illusion.
	It was like these things, like the clients, were on the other
side of a glass wall and existed without interfering with his life.
Or so Dave chose to view it. He wasn't looking for change. Things were
going along pretty good and it was fine for them to continue.
	When Leslie gave *him* tickets to Las Vegas for her birthday,
it hardly registered. Sure, he knew her intent, maybe even figured it
was a way to exceed Daddy's grasp, but it wasn't supposed to change
anything.
	He wasn't sure she would be old enough to gamble, but then that
wasn't why they were going. He knew that part. He was pretty sure
they'd have a zombie wedding or something trendy. It just didn't strike
him as signaling a change.
	And then they got to the Mirage. Their suite was a suite like 
most commoners never knew existed. It wasn't a luxurious hotel room. It
was a whole fucking house with a sun deck and a private patio. That
gave Dave's complacency a big shake.
	"We get back from the chapel and it's all yours," Leslie said as
Dave spluttered and dashed about.
	Dave figured they'd order room service. He didn't have a
conception of the reality Leslie was offering. It was too confusing. He
flipped to consternation when Leslie kept putting her hand in his pants
in front of the minister. It was a halfway good joke but Dave was
reluctant precisely because the guy was encouraging her with a nasty
smirk.
	When they got back, the 'it's all yours' kicked in - in reference
to Leslie. She was always eager, sometimes playful and usually up for
anything, but there was a... hunger in her that night that Dave had
never seen before. She was very much stalking leopard and not 
play-at-home Barbie.
	By the next morning they had been in several locations in their
'suite' making mad monkey music and raiding the stores, so even that
seemed fairly normal to Dave. But wait, we've got to go back, don't we?
	It doesn't take much to put Dave in hard-on wanna fuck mode, but
keeping him from distractions in between took some magic, although
Dave's tendency to be easily confused played its part. It was supposed
to be some sex feast glutton orgy and Dave was happy Leslie was the
other half of the pair.
	If he couldn't tag-team through a bunch of broads, Leslie was
the best choice for the mileage. She'd proved better in most
departments than anyone Dave could think of. And she'd do anything.
	"Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass, but not now," Leslie said
as her wedding togs were history. "It's our honeymoon, so we're going
to do everything. Maybe even more than once."
	Cute was lost on Dave. She was naked and his motor was roaring
impatiently. He saw the sex part quite clearly through everything and
it was finally time. As he pursued her through the bedroom with its
opulent round bed and into the bath, it hit him. He had married Leslie
Adams. She was a day legal when they did it so it would probably stick.
The naked child that was backing slowly toward the frothing Jacuzzi and
all she brought with her was his now.
	Again, Dave was a simple man even when not following a raging
hard-on and focused on sweaty pleasure. The bubbly surface of the
churning water was the only part of the wider environs that made the
smallest chip in his awareness. Now Leslie was his wife, he was beyond
the subtle blackmail that bound him to her and she was, finally, his to
do with as he wished.
	He didn't have to wait on her. He was the one in charge now. She
bumped against the far wall of the bath. He splashed down on top of her
and grabbed her. The sand-like traction coating of the tub bottom tore
at his knees as he drove his cock into her.
	"Now David... David! Wait! There's a better way," Leslie called
out, but he ignored her and kept fucking.
	Water was his element, but this was water of another sort. It
surrounded him, enveloped him as usual, but the surge and heat added
another element as if water itself could feel lust and burn with the
need Dave felt. He felt his whole body submerged into the heat and
turbulence that mimicked the reception of his cock in Leslie's pussy.
	His knees protested the rough surface again just as Dave was
discovering that his body being a cock in the pussy of the tub was
competing with his cock in Leslie. The sensation was great and far-
reaching, but it was robbing his primary objective. He considered
Leslie's claim there was a better way.
	It wasn't a lesson. Lessons are for men more timid than Dave. It
was simply the best way forward. He let Leslie turn him so she was on
top and then turn herself so they faced the same direction.
	"There. You feel that?" Leslie asked.
	He did indeed. The tickle of the bubbles and the heat of the 
moving water still intruded but it was to urge him to bury his cock
more violently in his new wife. She was caught in the same maelstrom,
flopping madly as the jets of stern water blasted their connection.
Water prodded his balls from below and came from all directions to
point at his cock plunging into her. Leslie flailed in the currents
battering against her cunt, flapping the lips of her pussy and beating
on her clit.
	Leslie gave in first, wailing in the grip of the powerful forces,
including Dave's cock so insistent inside her. She was a confusion of
motion as Dave added what he could from the poor purchase of his
position. She succeeded in raising his arousal to a furor when she
shuddered and jerked and slowed. Dave nearly drowned the poor girl
when he pushed up in desperate need to fuck harder and she fell forward
into the tub with the faint of her orgasm still weakening her.
	She was already flailing in panic when Dave reached out to grab
her shoulder and pull her head out of the water. He had forced her to
her knees and was ramming heartily into her from behind when he saw her
peril. He pulled her up without thinking, not because he was callous to
her well-being, but because it was a distraction from the squish,
squish, squish of his cock fucking into her. Now that it had centered
in that most primary friction of cock in cunt, all the surrounding
sensations of the water and the current seemed to converge at that
point, making his thrusts the whole of all that mattered.
	But as it exhorted him to ram harder into her, the same forces
worked their liquid impediment to his speed and power. Dave would have
thought of slow motion if he wasn't entirely involved in trying to 
overcome it with increased effort. While he was pouring more passion
into trying to fuck Leslie, she was mounting the heights again. The
jets were a memory, except for some barely perceived flow across her
nipples. It was cock, furious and determined, that had Leslie lost
in the splashing heat of the tub-fuck.
	Dave had to squeeze it out. Unaware of the source of his
compulsion, Dave felt everything depended on his cumming triumphantly
inside Leslie. He had no thought, as he would certainly be capable in
other circumstances, of slowing and drawing out the pleasure of their
connection and surroundings. He had to, for some reason, he had to
cum in her.
	Leslie moaned and begged him to go on. He felt her cumming again.
In some sorcery of enforcing his role or taking advantage of her
vulnerability, Dave finally hit the combination that let it start. He
felt the first spurt, threw his head back and jammed tight against
Leslie's rear. It proceeded, thankfully, naturally as he squeezed
against her.
	It took time for it all to settle. It was a bit like waking from
a dream as Dave looked around at the bath. He pulled out of Leslie and
sloshed to the edge of the Jacuzzi. Yeah, that was it. Honeymoon- and
it was his turn this time.
	Leslie dropped to the bottom of the tub and half pushed, half
sculled her way to the opposite end of the tub. She sat against the
edge, still in the water, catching her breath.
	"Now you're going to get it my way," Dave told her, still on his
last thought.
	"Promises, promises," Leslie said, looking at the limp cock 
between his legs. "You always say that when you can't carry through."
	Dave was reminded of another such situation when Leslie had 
mounted his face in retaliation for such a claim. It wasn't going to be
that way this time. She was drenched, dripping and still slightly
dazed when Dave pulled her up. He couldn't figure how to make it work
in the bath, so he dragged her into the bedroom.
	Wet footprints and a dripping trail across the carpet might argue
that Dave had already assimilated the carelessness of his new station,
but it was only his normal inattentiveness. He had a mission and
throwing Leslie on the bed was the first step. It was like the flash of
another round bed that flitted through Dave's mind without making an
impact. He was going to be the aggressor now and mounting Leslie's face
before she could mount his was his primary concern.
	He got no resistance until he straddled her and tried to drop
his cock into her mouth like another woman on another round bed in the
past. Leslie erupted, but then meekly crawled where she had thrown
him and crept up between his legs to kiss his dick. It might have been
a treasured toy the way she stroked his balls and cooed to the limp
flesh.
	That was exactly the way it should be and Dave relaxed on the
satin sheets. He was, in fact, in no hurry to resume the festivities.
His mania had been to put the proper mouth at the proper genitalia
and he had managed that. He was content to lay back and think of
nothing.
	Perhaps his dick remembered the hunger with which he had imagined
the get-away. Dave found the urge rushing back strong as Leslie sucked
life back into his cock. He looked down with some disbelief at the
resurgence and was infected by Leslie's doe-eyed stare as his growing
cock disappeared into her bobbing face.
	He fancied he saw doubt in those eyes, or reluctance at what her
master might have in store for her. He felt the desire flood back,
although prematurely as far as his ability was concerned. He watched
her suck cock as he let that thought wander to what he might do.
	In the end he was a simple man, and practical. He'd learned that
whatever the staging, it was still cock rubbing cunt that was at the
root. He simply grabbed Leslie by the hair- gently, as a guide, not
a leash and pulled her up beside him. It was all about cock and cunt.
He got up on his knees only to lift her legs and then let his knees
slide out to the sides until he could bring the lead characters into
conjunction.
	"Like that, wifey?" he asked as he drove his cock into her.
	It wasn't like a wife-fuck. There was too much of both of them
still free for their own adventures. Yes, his cock was driving into
her with the same kind of inevitable friction, but he was tugging on
her legs to move her and she was laying back, tossing with the thrust
of his cock into her center.
	Dave didn't care. It was an observation. His cock felt just fine
sliding in and out of her. He could hold her ankles up and split them
and pull on them to make her butt bounce. He could make her pussy dance
for him as he thrust in and out. He was in control and that had been
the point.
	Not surprisingly, to anyone but Dave at least, there wasn't much
difference in the way cock and pussy responded. It wasn't like Leslie
in charge had been unrewarding. Dave found himself feeling the same
humid clasp around his thrusting cock and the same elevation of need
and desire. There was only the dissatisfaction of his penetration.
	Dave leaned. Leslie's legs bent. He was over her now, looming and
it seemed he was driving deeper. She was thrashing. Dave leaned until
he bent her double and made her commotion more contained and more
violent for it. Illusion or fact, he felt she squeezed him tighter and
that he drove deeper. He certainly fucked harder and with more vigor
as she twisted beneath him.
	Leslie asked god to help her. She was quite unintelligible in her
gabble as Dave felt his passion peak. He felt accomplishment in driving
her mad with his assertion as he pounded the last flurry of thrusts
into her. Cumming was a bright light that took away all other concern.
	He raised off her slowly, still letting his cock linger inside.
This wasn't the same remaining as before either. It was more where they
ended and that Dave had no urge to move simply to break the connection.
He looked down and Leslie was looking at him with a sappy smile.
	"What?" he asked automatically to the uncharacteristic
expression.
	"I'm glad you didn't stick it in my ass," Leslie said.
	"Well, that's coming," Dave threatened.
	"I know," she said. "And it should. This is our honeymoon. But
don't get used to it."
	Dave scowled. He supposed getting to fuck her twice before she
started with the hen-pecking was something, but it didn't sit well.
	"For a time," she said at his expression.
	"What are you talking about?" Dave was still miffed.
	"I'm saying it's going to take some time for me to get used to
the idea, that's all," Leslie said. "I'm making an exception because
it's our honeymoon and all."
	"You keep saying that," Dave snarled. "What the fuck are you 
talking about?"
	He remembered very clearly fucking her ass. He remembered it was
her idea when everything was still her idea. He remembered it went
well. He didn't understand her sudden amnesia about it.
	"I guess I didn't tell you, did I?" Leslie squirmed a little. "It
was Daddy's little stab at me."
	Dave was lost.
	"Okay, so I told him you'd butt-fucked me. I wanted something to
throw at him and you'd just done it, so I told him," Leslie said a
little peevishly, "I think that's when Mom got involved. You remember?
Older woman, took it in the ass? Vanessa was supposed to, but she didn't
try very hard. It was all to show me I was just another hole for
you to fuck."
	It fit Dave's memories, but it didn't make sense. And Leslie was
just another hole to fuck. Up to that night at least, and he wasn't
sure how her status had changed, if at all. She was a good hole to
fuck, but none of this other stuff had come from him. He'd gone along
because it was easier than figuring a way out.
	"It doesn't happen when we fuck, because we fuck all the time,"
Leslie said at his confusion, "But I can't think about your cock in my
ass without seeing you jamming it into my mother's. And that's just
icky."
	It still made no sense. She wasn't even very mad at him at the
time and it had blown over quickly. He'd have thought it would make
more of an impact if she was so sensitive about it.
	"So what about your mom? Why aren't you still mad about that?"
Dave asked.
	"Because she's that way," Leslie said. "And it was Daddy that put
her up to it. I don't think she cares who I fuck. She doesn't care who
she fucks. I think she wants me to fuck whoever I want."
	That fit Mrs. Adams. She was a greedy old cunt that wanted cock.
Dave had felt that from the first. Only now he understood that Mr.
Adams's motive wasn't doing something to her. It was doing something
to Leslie.
	"Vanessa?" he asked.
	"She does what she's told under dire threat of consequences,"
Leslie dismissed, "Daddy likes making people do things. He ordered her
to fuck you. I bet he got off as much on her obeying as he did watching
you fuck her."
	"What about you?" Dave asked.
	"Big-titted cow," Leslie snorted. "I'm jealous of her tits, all
right? But fucking her? She's a zero. Just another cunt. Not even 
someone I can feel happy for getting it good. Just nothing."
	Well, that seemed to indicate Leslie was telling the truth about
his teen lovers. The rest was a strange mish-mosh that Dave had long
since put behind him. What Leslie meant beyond that was confusing and
we know how Dave deals with confusion.

	The kitchen was stocked with strange food, but it was food. Dave
hadn't realized how hungry he was until he took the first bite. Then he
was ravenous. It had been a long time between meals and there'd been
some furious activity in the interim.
	The table was a litter of crunchy crackers, red-covered cheese
and some brown paste that tasted like potted meat. Leslie had busied 
herself with veggies and dip which was also provided. Dave was eyeing
the champagne and wondering how his bride would respond drunk.
	"You want to do it?" Leslie interrupted his thoughts.
	"You mean fuck?" Dave asked.
	"You know what I mean," Leslie rolled her eyes.
	It all came together. Dave was capable of such inspiration, in
fact, it was his normal mode. He didn't consciously assemble the signs
of his surroundings, they seeped in under his awareness and then popped
up like communication from another world.
	"Want some champagne first?" Dave suggested, "It might smooth out
some of the rough edges for you. Help you to not think so much."
	Leslie's eyes followed his to the bottle. Dave had been careful
not to sink any deeper into her grasp, so her sole experience with
alcohol and sex had been beer-drenched fumblings with boys far
inferior to Dave. It had the spark of novelty. She smiled.
	For a spoiled brat of no small standing, Leslie had resisted most
of the perks of her station. She was too wary of her father's ability
to create weakness to exploit to let her guard down. But she'd won. Now
was the time to let go.
	The bubbles went straight to her head. Dave was evenly drifting
as they drained the last of the champagne and turned heated looks on
each other.
	"We need butter," Leslie said as she lurched unsteadily from her
chair.
	"I bet there's something else to use in the bedroom," Dave said,
but Leslie already had the dish in her hands.
	The butter was barely formed goop by the time they needed it.
They were testing the far limits of their high as they tussled on the
bed, rolling over each other and playing a giggling grab-ass on the
satin sheets. It was strange for Dave not to feel more urgency toward
getting his cock in a woman, but it was fun.
	The playful part of Leslie was magnified by the alcohol and Dave
was discovering the pure joy of teasing firm flesh and being teased 
in return. There were nice bits all over Leslie that Dave had rejected
in spite over her control and was only now letting himself enjoy.
Smooth belly, ticklish ribs, the valley of her spine the join of her
neck with her shoulder all came in for attention as Leslie responded
by deviling Dave's nipples and all the other little secret creases
that made him roar.
	"Okay, okay, do it," Leslie gasped, recovering from tickling.
	"How do you want it?" Dave asked, not sure he was ready to 
abandon their wrestling right then.
	"Roll me over and stick it in. I don't care. Just do it," Leslie
responded.
	It fit pretty well. Dave took her at (almost) her word and held
her on her side as he dipped into the goopy mess. She made feigned
attempts to crawl away as he buttered the crack of her ass in messy
swipes. It became a game to hold her and smear more over her ass. She
froze in mid-play when his finger slipped into her ass.
	"Oh no! I know what's coming now!" she said in mock horror.
	Strangely, because Dave was eager and most senses ready, it
wasn't his cock that was coming. That still hung in a bloated,
interested state, but wasn't hard. Dave dipped more butter and spread
it on Leslie's mouth.
	"Then get it ready," he said, shoving his cock at her face.
	He reached over her back to continue invading her asshole with
buttered fingers, but didn't have much chance. His cock sprang to 
attention like some time-lapse of a flower opening as soon as Leslie's
mouth touched it. It was like his cock was waiting for the go signal
to prepare.
	"Now careful," Leslie reminded him as she moved to put her butt
in the air.
	"I'll be what I want," Dave blustered, and put the head of his
cock on her anus, rubbing it 'round and 'round in the butter coating.
	He could feel Leslie flinch with each circle. It made his dick
harder. He was sensing significance without troubling over identifying
it. It was just an asshole, but, as he had mused before, asshole
seemed to mean something to women.
	He wanted to see what it was. It wasn't out of any particular
curiosity, only a wild urge he was going to satisfy without thinking.
He pushed Leslie onto her side and lifted her top leg. It rolled her
onto her back and he picked up the other leg and bent her up again.
	"Now I'm going to see what all this is about," he announced.
	Leslie, for once, was mystified. Dave was the only man to have 
his dick in her ass and they'd done it the only way she knew. She'd
missed the significance of Dave wanting to 'see'. She looked at
the long cock jutting over and wondered why he was going to fuck
her pussy.
	Her eyes went wide when he dipped down and she felt his cock
bump into her asshole again. She was the perfect study for Dave. Leslie
was so lost in what was happening that her reactions played on her
face like a movie screen.
	Oh goodness, he was going to fuck her ass. Her mouth gaped a
little at that and her brows dropped. And, oh god, he was going to
put it right in and she was trapped.
	She was feeling how the new angle of attack gave Dave a ledge of
muscle to press up under and how that gave him the freedom to push
up into her without fear of veering off. Also coming from the other 
direction made it seem like he was invading a different hole, one she
never knew she had.
	Dave slid smoothly into her ass, untroubled by what she was 
feeling. To be fair, only wonder and disbelief played on her face. He
was watching closely to see why women thought their ass was so special.
He could only see it was.
	He knew why it was special to him. Again, Leslie's ass
surrendered smoothly, opening grudgingly but evenly as his cock
invaded. That was special too, but not the special of the tight collar
as his pushed in or the heat of her bowels. He didn't go as far as to
consider it double special. It was enough he was coming up on her butt
and his cock was nearly buried in her ass.
	Everything on Leslie opened as he pried her ass wide. Her eyes 
were saucers and her mouth gaping. Dave assessed that his cock felt
bigger in her ass. It certainly was a tight squeeze.
	"Oh god, fuck me," Leslie moaned when he'd gone to the hilt.
	Her face was falling into the heavy droop of lust as she begged
him to fuck her. Dave lost interest in reasons. It was too much to ask
when there was an asshole clamped on the root of his cock. He had
other, better things to do- like fuck Leslie until he came.
	Leslie lay there and took it. There was nothing else to do. It
seemed like her role was to lay there and take it. She was fully
occupied by doing nothing. She felt like the epi-center of everything
as Dave bent her back and stuffed her ass with his cock. She was all
motion laying still. The feeling of Dave fucking her ass was all she
could imagine.
	Her look was bemused. Dave noted without remembering how
important it had seemed a few minutes before. All kinds of wonder, 
including worry, played on Leslie's face as Dave dealt with his new-
found need to cram her ass full of cock. The sanctity of that mission,
only just given him by lust, drove Dave against Leslie in curving,
whip-like movements of his back and hips.
	Nor was Leslie's conception of stillness strictly true. She felt
like she was passive to the thrust of Dave's cock, but the reality
was she absorbed the force of his ingress and bounced back with a
rock of her hips that wasn't all falling back into place. He may have
called the tune with his hard cock jamming her asshole, but Leslie's
hips danced to it with a sway and bounce that was her own doing.
	It didn't need to take long, but it seemed like it could. Dave
found that he was racing along a razor's edge as he buried his cock
deep into Leslie. Her ass waggled in an appealing up and down as he
slid the tightness up and down his cock with greater energy. He was
within permission of cumming, but he felt a strange calmness about
giving it. It felt good to be in this ass- Leslie's ass. It felt good
to be ass-fucking Leslie for the sheer inversion of it.
	All kinds of things were sorting out of his confusions and
ramming his cock in Leslie's ass seemed like the answer to most of
them. It was getting something for the doubt and aggravation she had
caused him so far. And it was claiming all right to her, for which he
had already paid in front of a justice of the peace. And most of all 
it was proving he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his life.
	Leslie looked more like a helpless damsel than Dave had ever seen
her before. His cock was clearly overwhelming. Yet it was still wonder
and not panic as she gasped open-mouthed as his cock fucked in and out
of her ass. It was just something about that picture that triggered
Dave's response of slamming deep and pausing, which led all too
quickly to him slamming deep and spouting out jerking spurts of cum
up Leslie's ass.
	Leslie didn't say much after and Dave didn't press her. She
rolled onto her side when he finally released her legs and he lay down
behind her. Dave recognized the drowsy feel of his buzz wearing off. He
wondered if Leslie knew what it was.
	"All sober now?" he said as a neutral opening.
	"More like sore," she said grumpily.
	"That doesn't mean you're done for the night, does it? The
evening's young!" he said as a gibe.
	"Readier than you," she snorted in return and Dave heard the
challenge.
	On the one hand, all was well and nothing broken. On the other,
his big mouth had set him up for her challenge. He wasn't depleted but
he could sleep.
	Their surroundings intruded to give Dave the prod that wasn't
all pride. He looked up from the round bed to the room that was as big
as his entire downstairs. He wasn't so much impressed as adventurous.
He hadn't accepted this as his new world yet. It was still a strange
place he had been snuck into. He got up to explore.
	Leslie watched him a moment, assuming he was trying it on for
size, and then felt lonely all alone on the bed. It wasn't like her
father had given her free rein on this secret side of Vegas, either.
	But while she was growing into something she had always expected
when she came of age, Dave was still a non-believer. Or more of a
non-carer. There was too much about it to wrap his head around, so he
didn't bother. It was big, shiny and totally foreign and he wandered
like a tourist.
	In daylight, the dining room off the kitchen they had raided
would be flooded with desert sun. It was glass wall both below and
above a broad supporting beam. That carried over into the next room,
which was delineated by the arrangement of the furniture. Dave strolled
around the obscenely long bar of a couch into the other, open, but 
fully appointed room.
	This opened on the patio and the sun deck. While the other rooms 
were open, with glass walls, those areas were hidden behind a lattice
work of angled boards. It was obviously clothing optional, which Dave
would have thought held for the whole of the quarters. Even without
the obscuring lattice work, they were on the far side of the hotel and
barely accessible except by a long hike to seeming nowhere- a hike that
Dave was certain would be intercepted by security before any of the
commoners could reach their walls.
	Of course, in the dark it was even more private. Dave put his
hand on the door handle but decided against facing the desert chill.
Leslie had followed at a distance. By the time Dave had decided not to
explore the patio, she had seen his intention and deposited herself
on one of the large, square chairs.
	When he turned back, Leslie was leaning back in her chair with
her legs crossed like she wasn't one day over 18, newly married and
naked as a jaybird. It struck him that her pose was enough to make you
ignore those things. She looked like a slightly bored party girl
waiting for something to happen- a sophisticated, high-end party girl,
of course.
	"So we need all this?" Dave made it a question.
	"You're the one walking around," Leslie retorted.
	Dave wisely kept his mouth shut. Bluster about how all they
needed was a bed to fuck all night was distinctly out of place in his
present condition. Not that he couldn't... just not right now. And if he
didn't... well, it wasn't as if they had been sexless so far.
	The disturbing part was the next thought after indecision. It was
about time to think about all that had just happened, but Dave didn't
know where to start. He was uncertain about one more go or no and that
was his strong suit. Everything else he figured he'd take in time but 
he was being rudely bumped into it prematurely by the lull in fucking.
	Yeah, we know. Confusion, don't think. Only that left Dave with
a total of nothing to think, do or say. He looked to Leslie and she
stubbornly continued to wait on him.
	"We have a pool?" he asked.
	"Of course," she sounded bored.
	Pool- in the strict sense, not the slang- was a good description.
It was bigger than a puddle. It was all of 20 feet long and maybe 10
wide. There was a diving board so it would be deep at least at the end.
It was another playground, not for swimming. Dave guessed not everyone
had the same needs as he did.
	A dive from the far end would make Dave glide to the other end.
Maybe one stroke if he hurried, but even then his hand might come down
on cement. Still, it was almost his normal habitat. Closer than the
rest for sure. Dave walked around the pool smelling the chorine and
feeling closer to home.
	Time more than familiarity was probably responsible but Dave
began to feel more human. In Dave's case that meant he thought about
fucking again. Now what he needed was a cute little thing to shake her
tailfeathers in front of him and start the chase.
	He looked back guiltily at Leslie, still in her chair. It was 
supposed to happen, it was bound to happen, she wanted it to happen,
Dave felt a flurry a defensive thoughts. It was all based on him
keeping his teen lovers.
	But Dave knew he never really believed that. He'd just proved it
with a nervous reaction. He'd gone along because it was easier. What
came next was later than now by definition of 'next'. He'd lived his
life by drifting like that. If his life changed it would be his life's
fault, not his.
	Dave was being thicker than usual because he felt perilously close
to considering the negative fallout of his actions. It was not the time
for that. It was never the time for that. The fallout might be
unavoidably in his path. If so, it was an even better reason to grab
what happiness he could and not ruin the last carefree minutes with
worry.
	As you consider the worm-like weaseling of Dave's mind, also
remember what else he's ignoring. In his firm resolve to ignore Mr.
Adams as adversary and his entanglement with Leslie, he never gives a
thought to the splendor around him and what that might indicate. He may
be a vain idiot, but he's a vain idiot with a pure heart.
	And a revived libido. A pure heart and a revived libido that took
him back inside to Leslie. Unlike Dave, she seems to have been
considering all those things he's ignoring. She gave Dave a hard stare
as he approached.
	"What?" Dave responded, "One night and you don't like me any more?"
	"I just don't know what to do with you," Leslie said.
	"Then cheer up," Dave said. "Because it's not up to you anymore.
You got nothing on me and it's about time I told you what to do for
a change."
	There was more fear than Dave expected in her look of surprise.
It reminded him of a sad little Leslie who feared this very thing. 
Missing entirely her fear of abandonment, Dave jumped straight to the
assumption she feared the change of control. He felt invigorated.
	"And what would that be?" Leslie feigned boredom that Dave
thought disguised her apprehension.
	"Oh, I think you know," Dave said, striking a pose with fists on
hips and his pelvis pushed toward her.
	"Dreamer," Leslie said before she leaned in and pulled his cock
into her mouth.
	It's easy to track Leslie's relief that Dave has not defected
from her cause. Unfortunately, there was no way to test his devotion-
or stupidity- without trusting it. So far, at least, he remained 
devoted- or stupid.
	Dave's clutter of denial would be harder to unravel, but, true
to his nature, he deferred to concentrating on the feel of Leslie's
lips traveling up and down his cock. He compared it to other blow-jobs
and other mouths. It wasn't to elevate or demote her effort in his
opinion. It was comparison to avoid outside thought.
	In any case it was arousing. There was always something special
about a woman worshipping the same cock Dave did. Leslie even still
fell under the extra charge he got from the worshipper being a child-
woman. And Leslie at his command added the best bump of all. Watching
her head move up and down as she swallowed his cock made his cock
snap to with his eagerness dominate her further with a hard cock.
	"Dream come true," Dave quipped as Leslie sucked his erection.
	"You want me up like a cow, don't you?" Leslie squinted up at him.
	"Don't tell me how I want you. I tell you," Dave said. "Up like
a cow."
	Being in control is feeling in control. And he wanted Leslie on
her knees. Stupid not to get what you want because she can guess it.
	It wasn't like he was doing her favor in any case. He could feel
her lack of arousal, but he pushed into her anyway. He tried to be
civil, but he wasn't going to wait. She could catch up. By this time 
he was certain she'd have plenty of time to catch up.
	"How do you like it when I take what I want?" Dave asked.
	"It's better when we do it my way," Leslie complained.
	"Only for you," Dave said. "It feels fine to me."
	It was better than fine. It felt right. She had rolled her butt
in the air and spread her legs as told and now he was back in his
favorite place, dick deep in pussy.
	This was the good part, the simple part. His cock rummaging in
the spongy walls was an action that could soak up all his attention
and give back only good sensations and happy thoughts. Dave expanded
his attention to include the delightful twin moons of her butt and the
way his cock surged in and out of their meeting. He was putting it in
her and feeling every bit of it.
	And that was good, but she had thought of it and he had only
agreed as a start. His cock would have been content to continue, but
Dave felt like a change. He pulled out, whacked Leslie on the rump and
went to sit farther down on the bench-like couch.
	"Now I want you to come sit on it," Dave said.
	It was wonderful in too many ways when Leslie, now ready, hulaed
down his cock to rest on his groin. It seemed Dave could feel it even
more when he was still and it was Leslie moving on his cock. And her
energy inclined his mind toward respect for her cooperation in bringing
them both pleasure.
	Other thoughts intruded as Leslie shimmied and slithered on his
lap. He was facing her and it was unavoidable to look at her. Even his
most calculated assessment spoke to the bonds tying them together. It
was good that his assessment was positive. It lulled the danger of him
confronting his situation that he was undisturbed by the notion that
he'd be fucking her regularly. It let him get back to enjoying the
facile and inventive ways she stabbed her pussy on his cock.
	He was enjoying it doubly, for both the pleasure of the fuck
itself and that he was at his ease while enjoying it. At some other
point in the evening, in his life, he might be straining with the joy 
of it all, but at that moment he was just enjoying it. It was fully as
pleasurable, arousing as plunging cock into pussy ever was, but calm
born of satiation was keeping it from becoming blurred by impending
ejaculation.
	He felt superiority when he saw Leslie did not share his
distance. Her exertions were having the usual affect on her. She was
flushing and gasping as it seemed her ride on his cock grew ever more
laborious. She first abandoned the fancy of her hips and drove straight
up and down on his cock with maniacal obsession. Then she began to
reach the limit of even that basic ability.
	With almost a smirk, Dave threw her to the side and pounced on
her. She thought he couldn't last, but which of them was about to
surrender, Dave asked in his head. He was grinning broadly as he pinned
her to the couch and fucked her.
	Leslie was too lost in twisted muscle and coiled libido to even
notice. It was almost in a dream that she found herself straining
against her waning attention and then on her back being allowed to
let herself surrender to the ecstasy a hard cock was ramming into her
desire. She strained no less, her body taut and muscles tight,
preparing for the imminent explosion she felt building from her belly
out.
	She came like a spring snapping and throwing her into flurry of
arches, kicks and shudders like some ecstatic fit. Neither of them had
known that level of response from her. Leslie felt she was a prisoner,
albeit a happy prisoner, of her body's reaction, carried along beyond
her control. Dave felt the commotion as a demand that her cunt was
making for him to stab it deeper, pin it to its core and subdue it.
	The demand was even more of a exhortation. She was lively beyond
human capability for some seconds stretching near a minute as they
exerted the energy needed to light a small village in that span. Dave's
cock was buffeted and grabbed. There was so much happening between
them that he could only experience the broad sense of perfection
without discerning all the causes.
	As Leslie's struggle became flops and twitches, Dave drove sternly
 into her, slamming in tight and pausing half a beat before
pulling back to ram into her again. Little mews issued from her at each
thrust. Dave heard them with satisfaction. He wasn't aware that they
came from Leslie's body in some primitive response since she was
barely aware of her own existence, let alone what that far-away thumping
 could mean.
	Dave's thrusts were coming slightly quicker when Leslie began to
realize what they were. Her ride had not ended. It was not going to be
one and done for her this time. If she could muster an emotion it
would be dread, but that feeling passed in a flash as the surge of 
cock started her on another climb.
	"Good one?" Dave teased when he saw her eyes were focused again.
	"Shut up and fuck me," Leslie retorted.
	Oh no, she wouldn't dim his victory. And he wasn't going to do 
all the work. Dave kept fucking as he thought.
	Well, he might as well do the work, he compromised as the only
alternative he could think of was to re-trace their steps to putting
her on his lap. A small blonde that grabbed his cock flitted into his
head and Dave grabbed the option.
	"Where are we going?" Leslie asked as he stood.
	He bent and threw her over his shoulder. It was only a few steps
back to the kitchen and he dropped her onto the table in the crumbs and
shreds of red wax from the cheese.
	She didn't fall calmly. Still a bit dazed and disoriented from
before, Leslie tried to find solid ground as he dropped her. She ended
on her side. Dave was already impatient to continue and didn't try to
move her. Her legs were bent enough. He pushed his cock back into
heaven with her on her side.
	"What am I, a condiment?" Leslie asked as Dave trapped her in the
ungainly position.
	"You're in just the right place for me to fuck you good," Dave
told her clearly.
	Leslie reversed the direction she had been heading when Dave
dropped her on the table and turned back to Dave. That turned everything back into a more comfortable position, including the angle
Dave's cock rammed into her pussy.
	Dave didn't mind as long as her ass hung off the table edge a
couple of inches and he could still get right up to it when he shoved
his cock in her. This was that simple friction good part and Dave was
expecting Leslie to appreciate that. He didn't mind that either, if she
didn't, as long as he could keep appreciating it without struggle.
	Leslie turned back again, caught in a need to press her naked
body against the chilly sensation of the glass table top. Then somehow
the twisting of her body felt like she was holding on as she felt
the drum of Dave's cock like some force from another world within her.
It was Leslie's more poetic take on the gritty part of the most basic
motivation to fuck. Davy-boy was just a phallus guiding her off to 
happy land.
	And that wasn't true. Leslie pushed harder against the glass
because she was happier that it was Dave doing that other stuff. She'd
picked him and was pleased with how well he performed.
	It was a performance to remember. Leslie kept trying to slide 
back so her legs would fall off and she could turn flat on her belly,
but Dave didn't let her. He pushed back just as hard, leading with his
cock. Leslie finally stopped and quivered through another climax. Dave
came most heroically, it seeming like there were half a dozen strokes
between each of the spurts as he unloaded into Leslie.
	Dave didn't have anything to avoid worrying about until the next
morning. He was wondering how he would manage it this time.
	There was a concierge, a manager and a lawyer in and out by 9:00.
Leslie was handling everything, including some pretty fierce invectives
hurled at 'the help', so Dave could just stand back and try not to
think about it.
	It seemed there was no way they could afford their
accommodations. The hotel was bringing up the matter of the bill and
it was only after climbing several levels that Leslie found one of her
father's lawyers causing the trouble. It looked like a stalemate with
everyone on one side demanding Dave and Leslie leave, and Leslie on the
other, refusing.
	Like the old west before Vegas, the lone gunfighter came over the
hill while hotel management was indecisive about involving the police,
without whom Leslie was flatly refusing to leave. But like Vegas at the
time, this guy was another lawyer, Leslie's lawyer to be precise and he
handed the hotel manager a cashier's check for $30,000 against any 
charges the newlyweds might be running up.
	There was a lot of crap about Leslie being cut off, but not much
about annulling the wedding. If it had been a weak spot, they would have
mentioned it more. Dave got that much out of the argument between
Leslie and her father's lawyer. That the cut off part was hooey, came
with Leslie's lawyer. It wasn't just the wad of money they waved at
the hotel manager. It was that cut off meant squat since Leslie had
almost as much to spend of her own as her father had to give her.
	Same bottle, different cow. It meant it was all going to go on
as it was headed, wherever that was. The basic uncertainty of: what
now? was at least calmer without the big surprises. Dave was hoping
things would get back as close to normal as they could. He thought he
had it pretty good just the way he was.

	He really didn't know what to do in a situation like this. The
thought that watching people from behind glass was like watching the
entertainment he provided every day was not lost on Dave, but it didn't
entertain him long. He was squeezed in a small space with Leslie and
didn't know what to do.
	The show was erotic and he was aroused but whatever he could see
through the glass, they could see back from the other side. He didn't
think he'd mind, but he wasn't sure about Leslie. He was willing to try
it but he was looking for a sign. Leslie was watching from her own
world.
	"Come on, suck it like a cock," the older girl told the other,
who was laying naked on a bench.
	She was embarrassed or unfamiliar and Dave thought her work
lacked passion. But that was easy to understand from the way she
reacted when she was led into the other part of the chamber and saw he
was there. Her eyes went wide and she went still. She didn't resist
the older girl taking away her robe, but she was still frozen as if
willing herself not to run.
	She had been passive as the other girl laid her down and made 
sure she opened her legs to show herself to the observers. It was like
she was slowly yielding to the inevitable as the other girl went to
the head of the bench and gave her the floppy fake dick to suck.
	"You'll want it to be as wet as you can make it," the other girl
cautioned as the younger sucked the cock jutting from her crotch.
	He didn't know the etiquette. Was he expected to attack Leslie
out of uncontrollable passion? Was that the polite response? He was
particularly concerned since Leslie had a standing with them. He didn't
want to embarrass her, if it wasn't done.
	He didn't know what to do with two girls fucking right in front
of him, only on the other side of a wall. The initiate wasn't holding
back her doubts now. She wasn't pretending it was her happiest hour.
It was unclear what part caused the suffering: humiliation, fear of
the unknown, unfamiliar sensations, but pain didn't seem to be it.
	The older girl ramming the fake dick in her was telling her what
a slut she was and giving her no mercy. Clearly, you had to be
committed to join this club.
	"Your dick's hard," Leslie commented, pressing back against it.
	He was watching two girls fuck. Of course his dick was hard. Dave
was about to ask if they should fuck when Leslie came from left field.
	"If it wasn't so scary it wouldn't mean as much to get in,"
Leslie said. "And they wouldn't be ready to take the next step."
	Dave knew the next step. That was his step. He was boggled that
a confused conversation long ago had been on the mark when he
discovered Leslie had been a founding member. Daddy did love making
people do things. A willing pool of nymphettes to feed his growing
business? I'll get my daughter to do it. With a mother like hers, she
can't object. It's in her blood.
	Dave was again about to ask Leslie if they should fuck when one
of the members beckoned from a side door. Leslie squinted a smile at
him and went off. He wondered what they were going to do next.
	It seemed like everyone got to welcome the new girl. Not take
their turn fucking her, but generally hug and grope her to their
heart's content. She was being passed around and Dave figured Leslie
had left to take her turn.
	"Mr. Stevens, could you help us a minute?" it was the little
blonde dick-grabber.
	"We're honored you're here and we'd like to ask you to help us
make this ceremony really memorable," she had memorized that perfectly.
	There was only one way to do that. He was going to fuck the
newbie. He had a hard dick. Teeny pussy was specifically allowed in his
marriage contract. There was no reason to say no.
	Not to gloss over that thumpable chest Dave got as the blonde and
another girl took his clothes off him or the prickles of excitement as
he was taken around to the other door of the room, but the butt spread
out for him, poking out of a black shroud, drove away all other
memories. It was being held open by two girls and it glistened. Dave
knew the special treat in store for this neophyte.
	"Go on - sacrifice our sister."
	It was like a whisper in his ear that swept around the room,
becoming a background hiss as they all breathed the words and waited
for him. Dave had fucked well over half the girls he saw. This was the
pipeline of his teen pussy. And tonight it was going to flow teen ass.
	He knew it before he heard the groan. He swaggered over to the
ass presented to him and pushed his cock to the asshole with thoughts
of victory and possession. He pushed against it and felt it struggle.
Then he began to slide in and he knew, before he heard the familiar 
moan, that it was Leslie's measured surrender to his cock's invasion.
	"I've sacrificed this one before," Dave said.
	There was general giggling. The girls started to step away and
Dave grabbed the two next to him.
	"Don't stop," he told them. "Hold it open. You've got a nice
set-up here. Let's do it this way."
	"Dave!" came a sharp reply from under the shroud.
	"No, no," he said, "You're the secret sacrifice for tonight and
I think we should follow form."
	He was talking out his ass as far as his understanding of ritual
went, but he was also stuffing Leslie's ass and not about to stop. For
the moment he was ignoring, something he was best at, his own
participation and thinking only of what Leslie was feeling as he
fucked her ass in front of her friends. He was sure there had to be a
little bit of showgirl in her that was excited by that.
	He was also counting on her being a bit embarrassed being the 
low-woman, as it were, in this group setting. As for himself, he was
liking the feel of two foreign hands against the joints of his thighs
as he fucked Leslie's ass. Having them all help made it seem like a
harem and Dave found he didn't have to ignore his part. He didn't mind
being in the center of them and he loved being in the center of Leslie.
	He reached up to gather in some of the shroud. He pulled it down
until Leslie's head was uncovered and they could all watch her face
contort as he stuffed her ass with cock. Her brows were knitted and
her mouth down-turned and open. Her fists were balled on either side of
her head, but she seemed to have conceded her fate.
	She groaned as he shoved his cock in her and gasped as he pulled
back. The girls began to crowd in again. Everyone was interested in the
proceedings.
	"Somebody help her out," Dave suggested.
	A titter ran through the girls, but Dave soon felt a warm presence
 behind him and a hand that passed between his legs to play
with Leslie's pussy. Dave didn't look. He knew it wasn't the blonde
because the girl behind him was too tall. He didn't care. It was enough
someone was stimulating Leslie. He had his own job to do and
concentrated on fucking ass.
	Leslie's expression was much more dire and her cries nearly
pleading as Dave shifted into gear. He felt her butt start to wiggle
as he pounded his cock in her ass. Leslie was having a fine time and
that was good because it was great from where he was.
	It made no difference where he was when he was cumming, but it
probably was the explosion it was because of the build-up. Not caring
about anything but the spasm and spurt was a tribute to the group
effort that took him there. He was only barely aware of the response
that shook his cock in Leslie's ass. He was cumming and she was on
her own.
	It was nice to know he was a good one and that the other girls
were all jealous Leslie had Dave to herself. It was pretty good that
it was the right thing to do because it changed Leslie's mind. It
worked out all right.
	Dave didn't bother himself with the explanation about the sense
of betrayal Leslie felt and how he had helped her work it out. He was
the one they were trying to fool. That Leslie finally got that it was
what they were doing that mattered wasn't his fault. The right thing
was the right thing and the right thing was to fuck.
	It had worked out so far. Dave was willing to go with the flow.
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