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Chapter 47



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 47 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: MF oral blackmail

Chapter 47

	Abgail, uncertain as to whether Harmon might be listening in, said,
"Oh, I'm sure we can whip up something.  When do you think you might come
by?"

	"Oh, I dunno," Mac replied.  "An hour or so?"

	"Sure.  Can you hang on a second?"

	"Yeah, no problem."

	Abigail muted the phone and reached for her cell.  The phone number
for the Travers residence was right there on Toby's blotter.

	Donna answered the phone.  "Hello?"

	"Is this Donna or Noreen?" Abigail asked.

	"Donna.

	"It's going down, Dear.  I have Mac on the other phone.  Can you guys
get here in something under an hour?  You don't have to dress up,
obviously..."

	Donna covered the mouthpiece of the phone.  "MOM!"

	"What?"  Noreen was mildly irritated at the tone -- and the volume.

	"It's going down -- now!  Are you ready?"

	"Oh, GAWD!  I need to shave my legs!" Noreen wailed.

	"Well, Abby says you don't have to dress up or put on makeup," Donna
simpered.  "They're talking an hour."

	"Can we get an extra thirty minutes?"

	"I'll ask."  Donna uncovered the mouthpiece.  "Can we get another
thirty minutes?  Mom wants to shave her legs..."

	"Yeah, I'll fix it -- if I have to tap dance.  Hurry!" Abigail
pressed.

	"She's gone already!"  Donna waved at the bathroom and Noreen took
off at a trot.

	Hanging up, Abigail shifted to the other phone.  "We can accommodate
in an hour, but ninety minutes is better -- we have someone on standby."

	"We can fill a half-hour somewhere, I bet," Mac agreed.  Turning to
his father he queried, "Ninety minutes?"

	Harmon shrugged.  "Yeah, fine..."  Pussy by appointment was STILL
pussy...

	"We're good," Mac related.

	"See you then!"  Abigail hung up and called Toby.  "It's on.  Harmon
arrives in an hour and a half!"

	"I'll call Amy!"  Amy was going to want to be there for this -- they
REALLY needed to see whether they were orchestrating something good or
screwing two people up.

	"Kelly and Julio are here..." Abigail added.

	"Make sure they use rooms on the south side of the house," Toby
directed.

	"Already done," Abigail replied.

	"Okay, we're on our way."  Toby hung up.

	Abigail headed to the library where Kelly and Julio were making out.
"Sorry to disturb you, but we have other people coming.  I don't think either
of them would know you, but I came to advise you that there will be others
around.  It has been recommended that you use rooms on the south side of the
house if you don't want to be disturbed."

	Kelly was already 'disturbed.'  Julio was sulky and displaying an
attitude and she hadn't been able to get him to participate properly in what
was supposed to be a cuddle.  "Come on," she ordered Julio, getting up from
the couch they shared, "Let's go find a room."

	Julio just hadn't been able to get in the mood.  He was angry about
his entrapment and the machinations of his sister and her boyfriend and this
cow who wanted to pretend that he was there of his own free will.  Well, he
refused to pretend, so she was just going to have to deal with it!  'I don't
like the way she orders me around, either!' he added to himself as he
followed her off to a more or less standard bedroom on the south side of the
house.

	Kelly was well aware that things were falling apart.  'I need to move
onto firmer ground,' she thought.  'Julio loves the sex.  I'll remind him why
he's here.  But I'd better buffer him a little from the shock of seeing me in
all my glory...'  "Okay, Sweetie, why don't you get undressed and climb into
bed and watch a little TV.  I'll be right back."

	Julio nodded but didn't say anything and Kelly hurried out.  'Why am
I here?' he wondered.  'Because she fucks good?  Is that enough?  Maybe I can
live down the shame...'  But he got undressed and slid under the covers.

	Kelly hurried out to her car to collect her overnight bag, then
headed back to the room.  Julio was in bed, watching television -- and he
refused to look at her as she headed past to the attached bathroom.  Rooms on
the south side of the house had been for more affluent boarders; there was a
shared bath and a pair of walk-in closets for every two rooms.  Quickly, she
undressed and put on a translucent red dressing gown, the drape of which
would mask her less than perfect shape.  She'd thought about fancy lingerie,
but that would require removal.  A corset and garter belt set and dark nylons
would have been okay, but she didn't have several hundred dollars to use in
outfitting herself on no notice, so this would have to do.  'Here we go...'
she thought as she opened the bathroom door.

	Subdued light from the window and the glare of the television were
the only sources of illumination.  Julio again refused to even look at her.
Kelly was philosophical about it, thinking, 'Hell, I wouldn't look at me,
either.'  She dropped the robe and slid under the sheet, reaching immediately
for Julio's cock.  THAT got her a look...  "I'm watching television," Julio
grated.

	"Go ahead, then, Sweetie -- I'll just entertain myself without
getting in the way.  Look, I know you're mad.  Try to remember why you showed
up to be with me the second time..." Kelly cajoled, then stuck her head
beneath the sheet.

	"Aaaaahhhhhh!"  A warm, wet mouth enveloped Julio's cock.  His big
head might be mad at Kelly, but the little one was a fan!  'I will use her,'
Julio thought, rationalizing, 'after all, she wants to use me...'  He put his
hands in her hair and tried to choke her with his length.

	It didn't work -- and it interfered with the pleasure that she was
providing him -- so he let up almost immediately.  Kelly suckled and slurped
and tickled his frenulum with her tongue and in no time, Julio felt the
eruption building.  "AAAAHHHH!  Take it!  Suck, you bitch!  You're a
worthless, fat, blackmailing cunt, but you suck like an angel!"

	Kelly, knowing better than to let him anger her and give both of them
an excuse for further friction, swallowed his seed, suckled and toyed with
his cock to add to his enjoyment, then slid up beside him and sucked his
neck, murmuring, "You say the sweetest things..."

	"I wasn't TRYING to be nice!" Julio retorted, but he was feeling
pretty mellow; he LOVED having his cock sucked and Kelly was a pro!

	"I know -- you're all mad.  Why don't you climb on me and beat me
with that club of yours?" Kelly crooned.

	"You would like that..." Julio rumbled.

	"You know it, Sweetie!  Come on, work out all that anger.  Mama
fix..."

	"I don't know.  Maybe I should refuse..."  But she had her hand on
him and he was like stone and the lure was too strong.  "Roll onto your back
and grab your knees so I can punish you."  He was talking to hear himself --
this wouldn't be punishment for either of them -- but it SOUNDED good.  He
got a good look at her as he levered himself up and pushed between her
upraised knees; her big jugs were constrained from drooping off her chest to
the sides by the barrier created on either side by her drawn-up thighs, but
they were big and they weren't lumpy-looking and there on her back her belly
was wide and flat and didn't bulge.  Overall, it wasn't too bad.  Her eyelids
drooped and she smiled a Mona Lisa smile and said, "Fuck me!  Beat me with
that club!  Abuse me!"

	Julio was beyond thought; he slid his cock between her plump pussy
lips and snapped his hips.  Kelly's eyes popped and, gratified, Julio
proceeded to beat on her pubic mound like a runaway jackhammer!

	Kelly's breasts juddered on her chest, her areolas tightly crinkled
and her nipples swollen to nearly three-quarters of an inch.  "Pull my
nipples!  Crush them!  Hurt me!" Kelly howled, already well on her way to her
first orgasm mere seconds after penetration.  The light was too dim for Julio
to discern whether they were pink or brown, but he could see them and he was
more than happy to abuse them, pulling them and crushing them between his
fingers.  Kelly's nervous system, already lit up like a Christmas tree,
ignored the fact that the attentions should have been painful and merely
reported the intensity of the sensation -- and sparks flashed between them
and her swollen clitoris and the reaction reached critical mass...  "OH,
BABY!  FUCK!  FUCK!" she howled as the tsunami of sensation rolled over her,
sucking her under to a place where every nerve in her body thrummed with
pleasure.

	Julio rolled his eyes, panting, thinking, 'Obviously, I'm killing
her...  She's built like an old Lincoln, all padding and soft suspension --
she's built to take the punishment.  But then, that's what makes her so
good...'  He grabbed big handfuls of tit flesh, squeezing and mauling and
rubbing her distended nipples between his thumbs and forefingers -- but
stopped trying to hurt her.  Instead, he merely enjoyed the feel of the soft
flesh.

	Fresh from a blowjob, Julio hammered away for nearly twenty minutes.
Kelly wailed her joy regularly, succumbing to her pattern of double orgasms
on three separate occasions.  When Julio spurted his seed into her clutching
cunt, he was flagged, so collapsing onto Kelly's soft pillows and relaxing
while she purred and rubbed his neck and sweaty flanks came naturally.  Julio
drifted off to sleep, the reason he was there clear in his mind after the
pointed reminder.  Kelly, patting and rubbing and cooing to him, knew that
his resistance was over for the evening when he relaxed and began to snore
softly into her left breast.

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

	Meanwhile, Noreen and Donna hurtled across town and into the
clubhouse parking lot, parking out back so that their car wouldn't be
recognized accidentally.  Rushing inside, Noreen met Abigail.  "How am I
doing for time?"

	"Just fine -- you have twenty minutes and they're not early."

	Toby and Amy came pelting up right after.  "Amy, why don't you show
Noreen Dark Room Two," Toby suggested.  Amy nodded and led Noreen and Donna
upstairs and took her through the briefing while Toby checked the video and
audio feeds.  Theoretically, they wouldn't need footage of this night, but
they were going to get it, anyway...

	"We're thinking that silence is the way to go," Amy told Noreen.
"You don't have to say anything, anyway, just be there and make love to him.
You can snap your fingers to help him find the bed."  Noreen giggled, so Amy
warned, "You don't want to spook him before he's committed..."  Noreen
sobered and nodded.

	Mac and Harmon were five minutes early, anyway -- but Noreen was
settled in, so it didn't matter.  Toby and Abigail handled Harmon.  "Welcome
to the club," Toby greeted them.

	"I guess maybe I don't understand what's going on totally," Harmon
said diffidently.

	"Well, the club is a place where people have sex," Toby replied.
"It's not a brothel -- no one charges money or anything -- it's more about
giving people who have no outlets a place to go.  There are, um, inner
mysteries, I guess, but admission to them requires an initiation.  Frankly,
Mac isn't privy to the inside stuff, so we don't even have a handle on you by
proxy.  We're opening our doors to you as a favor to Mac and Donna, and
because we have a couple of older female members who aren't getting adequate
attention and you're known for your skills.  If you'd like to become a full
member, we can arrange a tour and discuss the initiation later."

	"So the long and short of it is..."

	"We're suffering from a temporary shortage of cocks," Toby finished
for Harmon.  "So we're doing you a favor."

	"I don't normally just fuck," Harmon noted, "but things have been,
well, pretty dry lately."

	"Well, you'll be using a Dark Room," Toby replied, "and we have some
rules in place for dark rooms.  Simply put, if you have a really great time
and want to know the identity of your bed partner, you can get it -- but the
price is two public dates with her.  This works great for guys and girls my
age, as it gets them seen in public with somebody and might get them more
favorable consideration by others, but it generally is less of a draw with
members your age.  Still..."

	"Yeah, I can still feel that I'm interviewing, I guess," Harmon
replied, pursing his lips.  "I like it."

	"Shall we go upstairs?" Toby invited, waving them forward.

	They did things the 'right' way -- undressing in the Men's Room on
the second floor and stowing their clothing in the lockers and taking the
keys.  "The uniform for the second floor is nudity," Toby advised.  "Many
times, we wear masks, too, but no one will be seeing your face in a dark
room, so we can dispense with that.  As I said, sex is why we're here, so we
don't do clothing up here -- it also adds to the anonymity, because most
people become so preoccupied with seeing parts of others that they seldom get
to see that they miss faces...  I'm sure you've talked to your share of
cleavage in your life..."

	"Oh, yeah," Harmon nodded.  "Sounds like you've got this place pretty
well thought out."

	"We had a previous location where we tested out some things," Toby
replied.  "This is version two point oh, I guess."  He led Harmon and Mac
down the hallway, "These are the dark rooms..."  Entering the light lock,
Toby went through the description of how it all worked.

	"So you could have couples of gays and lesbians or a flat-out orgy in
one of these rooms without anyone being able to see who they were doing,"
Harmon mused.

	"That's correct," Toby agreed.  "You look at the lights and see who
is invited.  It's up to you to be able to follow through on your end if you
enter a room."

	"Meaning?" Harmon asked.

	"If you enter a room inviting bisexuals or gays, you might find
yourself doing something you're really not interested in..." Toby grinned
maliciously.  Changing the subject, he said, "In this case, we know there is
only one person in there -- a woman expecting a man.  She's going to be
silent in order to preserve her anonymity.  You can talk if you like, or
remain silent, too -- it's a personal choice in this case.  There are rubbers
in the top drawer of the bedside table and a VERY dimly lit intercom button
and door buzzer just to the right of the right side of the headboard.  There
are some toys -- a vibrator and lube -- that kind of thing -- in the drawer
with the rubbers.  All set?"

	"Yeah."  Harmon nodded.

	"Okay, ring the buzzer.  When she rings back, the door will unlock,
like an apartment building.  Have a good time!"

	Harmon, his mind more on the mechanics of things than what he was
doing, pushed the button.

	Noreen jumped a foot, despite the fact that she'd been hearing
muffled voices and knew they were in the light lock.  Spinning in bed, she
hit the buzzer.

	The lights went out in the light lock, surprising Harmon, but the
door popped open and he felt his way through.  The door clicked shut behind
him and the lights came back on in the light lock.  "That's that," Toby
announced.  "Let's go watch the fun..."  He led Mac out.

	On the way down the stairs, Mac said, "I'm thinking that Donna and I
might want to be alone when we watch this..."

	They came out of the stairwell at that point, so Toby pointed.
"Third room on the left, then.  Put the TV on channel three.  Come on --
Donna is in the control room."  Toby sensed Noreen and added, "Better hurry,
I think.  They're not in there for foreplay."  When they hit the control
room, Mac whistled and beckoned Donna and they headed off down the hall
briskly as Toby settled into his chair.  Amy leaned up and touched him,
linking in.

	<Wow!  They're a pretty good match!  Nothing supernatural, I don't
think, but there's a lot going on...> Amy transmitted.

	<More than you think,> Toby replied, passing input from Noreen, who
was lying on the bed, wide-open, wet, and receptive -- and had been almost
immediately after Harmon entered the room.  <There is some trigger, here...>
Amy, alerted, started digging...

	Upstairs, Noreen arranged herself on her back on the bed and snapped
her fingers to let Harmon know where she was.  Harmon, nervous since his last
run-in with Noreen, was repeating, 'Rubber... Rubber... Rubber...' to
himself, not wanting to screw up again at something that had once been second
nature to him.  Reaching the bed, he immediately went for the night table
drawer, preferring to have the thing in hand rather than forget it.  In the
process, he leaned on the bed with one hand, accidentally finding Noreen's.
He went ahead and covered her hand with his while he dug in the drawer.

	Despite Harmon's preoccupation, Noreen went soaking wet the moment
their hands touched.  And that triggered a secondary reaction...

	'Wow!  Nice smell...' Harmon mused to himself.  Harmon was a
connoisseur of the smell of wet pussy, and the one he whiffed at this point
was ambrosia!  In the back of his mind, he wondered that he'd smelled
something very similar before, but that input went on the back burner while
he closed the drawer and drifted onto the bed, questing for a mouth or a
breast, the hard-fought-for rubber clutched loosely in his hand.

	<Are you getting this?> Toby asked.  <Harmon seems to be putting out
something.  It's not a serious mental power, but kind of a low-level
resonance.  The effect on Noreen when he touched her was dramatic -- she just
charged right up...>

	<Uh huh,> Amy agreed.  <And when she got wet, Harmon got tunnel
vision.  I think her smell drives him crazy...>

	<Yeah, I think Harmon just boosted his signal.  Things could get wild
in there...>

	Harmon had moved over Noreen and settled to the point of sucking on
her neck.  He was still clutching the rubber, but it was totally forgotten
and being held onto automatically.  Noreen moaned and rubbed his back and
sides and writhed under his lips as he shifted from her neck along her
jawline to her lips, which opened to accept his tongue immediately.  This
wasn't any conscious effort at seduction on Noreen's part -- she was totally
in reactive mode, not thinking at all.  Harmon settled himself atop Noreen,
carrying half of his weight on his forearms while they kissed hungrily;
Noreen's hands wandered over every inch of Harmon in reach.

	<WOW!  Check THIS out!> Toby transmitted, overlaying it with Noreen's
responses.  <It's like he's putting out interference or something -- Noreen's
sex drive has priority over everything -- she's not thinking about anything
consciously at all!>

	Noreen had wrapped herself around Harmon, hugging him to her -- but
when he broke the kiss and started running his lips down her neck she let up
so he could move.  As his tongue reached the valley between her breasts,
Harmon, cupping them both at that point with his weight on the points of his
elbows, thought dimly, 'Wow!  Nice tits!  Sort of like Noreen's...'  But no
red flags surfaced as he shifted left and sucked in a nipple...

	Noreen undulated, galvanized by the sensations.  "Ooogh!"  she stuck
both hands in Harmon's hair -- but she let him shift to his right after a
moment, tracing a path to her left nipple that triggered the same reaction.

	<Uh oh.  Where's the rubber?> Amy queried.  Harmon had dropped it to
collect a breast.

	<Is that it by Noreen's head?> Toby asked, squinting at the screen.

	<We're gonna have to back off,> Amy pointed out.  <Those two are as
bad as we are!>  She was right, too -- up the hall, Donna and Mac were all
over each other.

	Having consciously pulled back from the action in Dark Room Two, Amy
noted, "They're going to go at it like weasels in heat -- and Harmon has
forgotten all about that rubber.  What do we want to do about it?"

	Toby shrugged.  "Nothing gets my vote.  They need each other and they
both have an imperative to kick out kids.  Did you notice that?  I got it
from Harmon through you.  He doesn't just chase women to be chasing women --
he's looking for Ms. Right -- and she's in bed with him.  I'd let nature take
its course."

	"Except we rigged the game," Amy pointed out.  "If we hadn't, I would
agree -- but we did."

	"Okay, can you trigger him to remember the rubber without breaking
the stream of things?"

	Amy grinned crookedly.  "I could fire a gun in there and not stop
them!"

	"Okay, do it.  Once," Toby directed.

	"Once?"

	"The second time, they'll know who they're dealing with.  If one of
them doesn't run out of the room screaming, it will be in their hands for
Round Two." Toby insisted.  "She can remind him, if it comes to that."

	"Okay, that's fair, I guess."  Amy implanted a trigger suggestion.
"So what goes on here?"

	"I think Harmon kind of transmits a damping field that takes higher
mental functions out of play in a woman," Toby theorized.  "That would leave
her prey to her feelings and sensations.  Since Harmon would be touching her,
a woman would then naturally become aroused and her defenses would be down.
I think maybe he either backs off when he realizes a woman doesn't meet his
needs or the woman becomes immune; either way, they call it quits after a few
dates.  As for Noreen, I think it's kind of like that smell thing Tyrone has
-- except it only works on Harmon, or she'd have married again long since."

	"That makes sense," Amy agreed.  "That being the case, they ARE
perfect for one another..."

	"More or less..."

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

	Upstairs, Harmon had released Noreen's breast and was rolling his
lips down her torso toward her bellybutton.  Noreen was in full flood and the
smell was driving Harmon up the wall -- he HAD to taste her!  After only a
quick circle and drill on her navel with his tongue, Harmon moved on toward
her pubic mound.

	Noreen literally screamed in joy when Harmon's lips sucked in her
clitoris -- orgasm knocked her for a loop on contact!  But Harmon didn't stop
there, he went to work seriously eating pussy, sucking up the glass of woman-
wine Noreen put out for him to drink!  The stuff was indescribable, too --
Harmon's cock was so hard it hurt and his taste buds were coated in her honey
and it was all he could smell...  Maddened, he lurched up, prepared to
impregnate her then and there, but 'RUBBER!' burst in his brain, causing him
to scrabble for the foil pack with shaking hands while Noreen whined out her
need.

	Somehow, he got the thing on, fighting against an urgency he hadn't
felt since being a teenager, then repositioned himself between Noreen's
upraised knees.  'Wide hips,' he mused as he rubbed the tip of his cock along
her split.  Noreen's vaginal opening dilated to accept him and he slid
inside, thinking, 'Hot, sweet, wet -- just like Noreen...'  Whoever this
woman was, he should probably think about seeing her -- maybe she could damp
the craving he had for his son's girlfriend and her mother.  Then thought
fled and the imperative to drill out the unknown woman's love tunnel took
control...

	The thing was JUST like Noreen's -- so tight that every little
movement brought a wave of pleasure!  The rubber was a pain in the ass,
distancing him from something that would be even better without it, but she
was well-lubricated.  He STILL felt like he was working a bicycle pump, her
pussy clutched him so tightly!  'I have to know who this woman is!' Harmon
realized.  Noreen had addicted him to a class of pussy that he'd literally
only run into once, but this woman had the thing, too -- maybe he could avoid
Noreen if he had this one available...  Besides, her pussy juice was
addictive, too!  He would have to ask, when the time came.  She wasn't going
to be a swimsuit model -- but then, Noreen wasn't, either...  He pressed
himself in, deeper and deeper, in, out, in, out...  He hit bottom and went
for a full stroke, hampered by the sweet clutch of that incredible pussy.
Despite the damned rubber, things got better and better and his unknown
lover's pants let him know that she, too, was being pleased.  That ass
started rolling up to him and she started whining and one hand went away;
Harmon reached down and found the other -- his unknown lover was biting her
hand to keep from uttering loud noises!  "Damn, Darlin'!  Is keeping quiet
THAT important?"

	The result was a HUGE intake of breath, followed by a somehow
familiar voice wailing, "OMIGAWD!  OMIGAWD!  FUCK!  FUCK!"  Released from the
grip of her inhibitions, Noreen literally danced her way to orgasm under
Harmon's powerful strokes, meeting them and adding new dimensions as she
moved to accommodate his efforts.

	Harmon powered into her working to bring them both all the pleasure
he could.  In the back of his mind, he was SURE he'd heard that voice before,
but no...  What he was doing took top priority -- he could worry about voices
later...

	By ten minutes later, the woman had gone wild under him four
different times.  If Harmon could have seen anything, he'd have been seeing
red -- there was an explosion coming that he was CERTAIN was going to rip
that rubber to shreds!  Harmon fought it off for a few precious seconds, only
building the urgency to a higher level, then tried his best to force the
opening of her cervix while gouts of semen that felt like marbles fired down
the length of his cock and into the rubber.  The woman, clearly sensing his
completion, howled "YES!  YES!  NOW!  NOW!!" at the top of her lungs while
grinding herself against him, pressing him deep enough that he wondered if he
hadn't actually succeeded in opening her cervix!

	Emptied for the moment, Harmon collapsed atop her -- she was inviting
it in any case by clutching him to her with all four limbs -- and gasped,
"Damn!"  Was pussy just getting better in general or was it all about those
wide hips and the big ass?  No matter -- this woman was arguably superior
even to Noreen, so maybe his worries over his son's girlfriend's mother were
unfounded.  He just needed to discover what the sweet spot was, so he could
pick out women like this one when he went out...  Harmon relaxed, enjoying
the post-coital lassitude and the caresses of his lover until he jerked
awake, realizing he'd been drifting off.  "Oops!  Sorry!  I'd better pull the
rubber, Darlin', before I shrink up and we get a leak..."  He backed out and
made to remove it, but gentle hands got in his way; the woman had sat up and
insisted upon removing it herself, then sucking him into her mouth to clean
up the excess, something he found VERY thoughtful and pleasant.  Harmon
didn't use his women -- he was a gentle and considerate if demanding lover.
He liked it all and he wanted it all, but he generally saw no reason to be
rough with his women.  They gave and gave and he tried to show them his
appreciation, even as he backed out of a relationship.

	When she released him, Harmon settled on his haunches and murmured,
"I wonder how long we have?  Would you like to go again?"

	"Please?" came the soft reply.

	"Okay.  Look, Darlin', I hear that they have some kind of deal here
about names.  I'm, well, pretty impressed -- REAL impressed -- and if you
want to go out, I'm happy to take you..."

	There was a soft intake of breath and a long pause, then:  "You're
gonna be mad, I'm afraid..."

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

	"Julio...  Sweetie?"

	"Mmmm?"

	"I have to pee, Sweetie."

	"Yes."  Julio shook himself.  "Me, too."

	"You go first, then," Kelly told him, "I'll wait."  Julio ratcheted
himself up off Kelly's soft, warm body and stumbled off to piss -- which felt
wonderful.  Then he went back to bed.  Kelly, dressed in the robe, passed him
on the way.  The robe was open, but it framed her a bit, anyway; Julio lay
back on the bed and analyzed the visual snapshot he'd collected.

	She was a real blonde -- dirty blonde, but the curtains matched the
carpet.  She had a bulging belly and that crease where the belly and her
puffy pudenda met -- but it didn't sag over.  Her tetas were big naturals
that hung pointed outwards and swayed gently when she walked.  He loved the
nipples -- loved sucking and chewing and playing with them.  She definitely
had rolls and cellulite and a double chin and thunder thighs -- and they
probably did that thing where they rubbed and made a darker, brown area up
near her pussy, although he hadn't seen it yet.  But...

	He tried to hang onto his anger with her -- tried hard -- but she
left him too mellow.  When she returned and asked, "Can we go again,
Sweetie?" he tried hard to grimace, but didn't truly succeed and said, "You
be on top this time -- I want to watch your tetas clap."  He'd heard her
breasts slap together as she bounced up and down atop him and felt it -- now,
he wanted to see it.  Kelly cocked her head and looked at him like he was
nuts, but climbed onto the bed and sucked in his cock.

	He was hard in seconds, but she made sure he was ready, then moved up
and settled on his cock.  He'd felt this, and he knew she was fully capable
of getting them both off that way, but seeing it was another matter.  Okay,
she was fat -- but there was DEFINITELY muscle under there!  He watched her
thighs bunch and cord as she rose and fell in the cycle she had, down and
forward, up and back.  Her tetas DID slap together -- and it delighted him,
for some reason, but he couldn't keep from collecting them in his hands and
mauling her nipples.  He watched her face suffuse and her eyes get wild as
that first orgasm hit, making her erratic and forcing him to support her
momentarily and driving him to push into her depths from below until she
could resume.  He saw her expression go vacant as she jerked and undulated --
and it pleased him no end to know that HE was instrumental in that.  Yes, he
saw it all -- and it was all good.

	Had he met her on the street, he'd have been disgusted -- but he
hadn't, and she'd proven herself worthy before he ever laid eyes on her.  He
remembered the words of a friend of his, once:  "It's kind of like riding a
Honda -- it's incredible until all of your buddies who ride Harleys start
giving you shit."  Well, she'd promised to stay out of sight -- and as long
as she was content to do that, he was content -- MORE than content -- to do
this...

	When she ran out of steam after her third big orgasm, he rolled them
over and finished them both, fairly quickly, having been brought plenty close
enough by her efforts to reach his peak once he assumed control.  Kelly had
no complaints -- she was wasted.  "Sleep with me, Sweetie -- please?" she
whispered.

	"Fine," he replied, and relaxed into her embrace.

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