Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: The Halcyon Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 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. ###