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Subject: {ASSM} Pete, A Young Man's Story  Chapter 43
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CHAPTER 43

   I started to rush to Mom, but Kate held her arm in the way, and Ben
said, "Step away from the table for a minute and Let Kate help her."

   We stepped back, and I stood alongside him while Kate dug into Mom's
purse and brought out a vial of pills.  She gave mom a couple, then she
held her and stroked her head.  A full two or three minutes went by, but
finally Mom seemed to recover, and she motioned for me to come and sit
beside her.

   She said, "Pete, I need you to do exactly as I say."

   I nodded and stammered, "Of course Mom, what's the matter?"

   "I'll tell you, but not right now.  Here's what I want you to do.  I
want you to go to the girls, tell them that Ben has been called away on
business, and that we have to leave right away.  But it's important that
you don't mention what just happened to either one of them.  I'm sorry that
you won't be able to see Kristen's final performance, but I think I better
get home.  Can you do exactly as I say?"

   "Sure Mom, I'll do it right now.  Will you be okay?"

   "Yes, I'll be fine.  Go get packed, and bring your bags to my room.

   I started to protest, because I wanted to know what was going on, but
she shook her head and said, "I'll tell you later.  Now go say goodbye to
Kristen and Amy, and remember what I said about not mentioning anything."

   I started for the elevator, but there was a group of people waiting, so
I remembered the service elevator.  It's actually closer to our room, so I
took it.

   On the way to my room I tried to figure out what was happening.  I
couldn't believe Mom was ill.  She was never ill!  She didn't usually even
get colds.  And why didn't she want me to tell the girls.

   When I opened the door to our room it was quiet, so I went into the
bedroom.  The girls were in bed; sound asleep.  I stopped for a minute and
looked at the two gorgeous girls lying there and my heart went out to both
of them.

   Kristen was on her side with her back to Amy.  I immediately wanted to
crawl in beside her and do "spoons."

   She said that she loved me to do it because it made her feel safe.  I
loved to do it because it was one of the few times I felt that I was really
protecting this intelligent strong-willed girl.

   Amy was lying on her back.  Her hair was a halo around her head, and the
light from the window was accentuating her beautiful face.

   I was going to wake them and tell them I was leaving, and as I reached
for them, Amy opened her eyes.

   I said, "Hi, heard that you ran into Brandy and --"

   Amy quickly looked at Kristen and held her finger to her lips.  Then she
got out of bed and I followed her into the living room.

   She said, "Yes, we talked to them this morning and it looks like you
dodged the bullet this time.  But Kristen didn't get much sleep last night,
and tonight is going to be a big deal.  Some very important people are
going to be here."

   "That's great, but something has come up.  Ben has a problem at work,
and we have to leave right now.  I want to wake her and say goodbye."

   Amy thought for a minute, then she said, "No.  She needs to sleep. 
She'll be upset when she wakes up and you're gone, but to tell the truth,
she didn't know how she was going to say goodbye, and she might actually be
a little relieved."

   I guess I must have looked disappointed, because she quickly said, "But
you know that she really loves you, don't you?"

   She was staring up at me, and I could see how tired she was, but she
also had kind of wistful look on her face, and suddenly my heart went out
to her and I said, "Yes, I know she does, and I like her a lot.  Is that
okay with you?"

   It took her a second to realize what I said, then her eyes got wide and
she said, "Of course it's okay, what made you say that?"

   I pulled her against me and said, "Because I love you too, and I don't
want you to forget it."

   She sighed, "Oh Pete," and she hugged me back."

   We stood that way for a long time, and when she looked up at me her eyes
were moist.

   I said, "I'm really glad you're not going on the back east tour with her
because I'd miss you like crazy.  But why aren't you?"

   Her eyes narrowed for a second, then she looked away and said, "There's,
uhh, too much to do at home, and I don't want to miss school.  But lets
talk about this later, I want to say goodbye to Mom," and she started
toward the door.

   I followed her next door and when mom opened the door, Amy grabbed her,
kissed her and they talked for a minute about Kristen needing to sleep,
then she said, "Have a good time skiing mom.  Kiss Erin and dad for me, and
I'll see you next weekend."

   Mom kissed her back and said, "Okay sweetheart.  Tell Kristen that we're
sorry we couldn't stay for her performance.  You and she have a great time
next week and I'll see you when you get home."

   I went back to the room with her and she started to help me pack, but I
could see how tired she was, so I gave her a hug and told her to go back to
sleep.  She mumbled, "See ya next week," and went back and lay down next to
Kristen.  I think she was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.

   When I took my stuff to mom's room, Ben and Kate were there.  They
called for someone to get the bags, and mom asked me to go to the lobby and
get a cab ready to take us to the airport.  So I grabbed the service
elevator again and went downstairs.  On the way through the lobby Dolly and
Brandy saw me and followed me to the taxi area.  After I arranged for one,
Dolly said, "Are you leaving?"

   "Yeah, something came up at home."

   She said, "Gee, I'll miss you," and she started rummaging around in her
purse.  While she was doing it, Brandy said, "I guess we saved your ass
with your girlfriend this morning."

   "Yes, thank you."

   "So, tell me, hotshot, why didn't you fuck Nell last night?"

   Dolly was scribbling something on a piece of paper and she stopped and
said, Brandy!  Shame on you,!" then she shook her head, finished writing,
handed me a folded paper and said, "Give me a call sometime, if you ever
want to talk."

   Brandy laughed out loud, then she said, "And if you ever want to fuck,
give me a call." And she laughed some more.

   Just then the bags arrived.  I was helping the porter load them into the
taxi when Brandy picked up one of the smaller bags and handed it to me. 
When I reached for it, she leaned close and whispered, "I'm not finished
with you yet, hotshot.

   Suddenly a man came up, leaned in close and said, "Mr.  Baker, have the
taxi go to the side entrance.  You're people are waiting for you there."

   I waved goodbye to Brandy and Dolly, and we drove to the side entrance,
Mom, Ben, and Kate were there, and they jumped into the cab.

   Mom looked at me and said, "How did you get to the taxi?"

   "I took the service elevator and walked right there.  Why?"

   "When we got off in the lobby, we were swarmed by photographers, all
looking for you.  Hotel security came and got us and whisked us through
some back rooms and took us to the side entrance."

   "Gee, I didn't see anyone when I left our room."

   Ben said, "That's because the floors we are on, are off-limit to the
press."

   o o o

   The trip to Cantil was quick.  I wanted to talk to mom about what was
going on with her and why she didn't want the girls to know, but it was too
noisy in the plane to talk.  We were losing altitude for landing when I
glanced at mom.  She was frowning and holding her stomach.

   I said, "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah, I guess we overdid the roller-coaster thing.  I must have
strained something.  But I'll be fine as soon as I get some rest.

   Kate had been watching us, and said, "She'll be okay.  We'll drop you
off and be home in a few minutes."

   When we landed, the airport was deserted except for the construction
equipment.  My car was where I left it, and parked alongside was a pickup
truck with a small camper on the back.  When I pointed it out, Ben said it
belonged to Jesse, a watchman that stayed there on weekends.

   He was standing there as we taxied up.

   We had just stopped, when I thought I heard mom groan.  But when I
looked at her, she seemed fine.  Ben kept the engines running, and when I
got out of the plane, he said, "We're going on ahead.  We'll see you at
home in an hour or so," They watched until I opened my car and started it,
then they waved and took off.

   I was waiting for the car to warm up a little, when it suddenly died.  I
tried to start it again, and all it would do was crank over.  Jesse walked
over and when we checked things out, it didn't seem to be getting gas.

   Jesse said, "It's gotta be either a blocked fuel line or a bad fuel
pump. I don't have any tools here, and we can't get any parts until
tomorrow.  Do you want me to drop you someplace?"

   He agreed to take me to Kate's, and when we got there, a car was parked
next to the house.  I knocked, but nobody answered, so I went inside. 
There was nobody around, so I guessed the car belonged to one of the ranch
hands.  I called home, but they weren't there yet, so I left a message. 
Then I remembered that Kate had a bicycle, so I rode it over to the Torres.


   Nobody was home, so I decided to go for a ride.  It had been a while
since I had ridden a bicycle, and I was enjoying working the kinks out of
my legs, when a car drove by going the other direction.  Suddenly I heard a
screech of tires, and when I looked around, the car was making a U-turn,
and when it pulled up alongside me, a smiling Desi said, "Pete, is that
you?"

   We pulled off the road and She introduced me to the driver.  His name
was Denny, and he was about my age.  She said he was a friend of hers from
school.  Then she quickly added that they were, "Just friends".

   He and I shook hands, then he looked at Desi and said, "Uhh, isn't he
the one that --."

   She was nodding her head, and I said, "What's going on?"

   She said, "Don't you know?"

   "About what?"

   She cocked her head at me, then she reached in the back seat of the car
and handed me a newspaper.

   Cantil is a small town, but the "Cantil Sentinel" covers a rather large
area, because of the farms and ranches, and it's circulation is impressive.
The Sunday edition has a "Funnies" section and also a separate section
called "Our Town."

   Desi pulled that section out and handed it to me.  The whole cover page
was a full-color picture of Kristen and I.  It was one of the ones that
were taken outside of her dressing room.  She had her arms around me, and
we were both smiling.  A caption under it said, "Pete Baker, the
Gun-Slinging young man who was instrumental in bringing down the drug lord
last summer, is seen in Las Vegas with singing sensation, Kristen Baker,
who some of you may remember from the holiday dance at the Grange."

   The inside pages were full of pictures of Kristen, and even one of us
kissing, outside her dressing room.  The article said that, "When Ms. 
Baker was asked about her relationship with young Mr.  Baker, she refused
to respond.  Mr.  Baker was not available for comment."

   When I looked up from the article, Desi was staring at me, and she said,
"Well?"

   "Well, what?"

   "You know damn well what I want to know.  Did you two get married?"

   I was going to tell her the truth, but I thought it might be kind of fun
teasing her, so I said, "Gee Desi, that's kind of a personal question. 
Maybe you better call Kristen and ask her."

   What happened next, surprised me.  She flew out of the car and started
swinging her fists at my body, and yelling, "Tell me dammit!  Tell me right
now!"

   A couple of the blows landed, and they hurt, so I grabbed her arms and
said, "Stop it, little one!  It's only her stage name."

   Her face had been full of rage!  Suddenly it changed to one of relief
and she tore away from my grasp and threw her arms around me.  She was
hugging me tightly, and when I managed to pull her away a little, there
were tears streaming down her face.

   I was standing there trying to figure out what to say when Denny stepped
forward and said, "Desi, are you okay?"

   She wiped her eyes, and in a shaky voice she said, "I'm uhh, fine. 
Thanks for taking me for the ride.  I'll go home with Pete."

   He blinked and said, "But he's on a bicycle."

   "I know, but Pete won't mind."

   Then she turned to me and in a little voice she said, "You won't mind,
will you Pete?"

   I sighed, shook my head and said, "No, little one, I won't mind."

   There was suddenly a sharp pain in my arm, as she hit me and said, "Quit
calling me 'Little one!"

   Denny shrugged, waved at us, got in his car and drove away.

   Desi picked up the bike, said, "Let's go," and as soon as I got on, she
jumped on the cross-bar, and we started towards her house.

   It was kind of fun riding like this.  I hadn't done it since I got my
car, and It brought back fond memories of the years I had spent astride a
bicycle.

   We were almost back to her house when Mr.  Torres car passed us, then
slowed so we could catch up.  Mrs.  Torres rolled her window down, and I
could see Mr.  Torres and the twins, but before she could say anything,
Desi said, "Pete's here for dinner.  We'll see you at home."

   She grinned, waggled her fingers at us, and they drove on.

   When we got to Desi's house I told Mr.  Torres about the car and he said
he would help me get it fixed.  Then I called mom and told her what
happened, and said I'd be home tomorrow as soon as the car was ready.  She
said she was feeling better, then she talked to Mrs.  Torres for a few
minutes, and I could hear them laughing and joking.

   I asked about Della, and Mr.  Torres said that she had gone to Palmdale
with some friends and would be back late.

   Then everyone wanted to know what had gone on in Las Vegas.  I told them
about Kristen's success, why she was using Baker as a stage name, and how
she was using our relationship as a 'teaser' to keep the press off-guard.
When I mentioned that I drank too much beer last night, Mr.  Torres
insisted that I have a "Hair of the dog" with him, and after that we had a
great dinner.  Around nine o'clock, last nights events began to catch up
with me, and I started to yawn, so I thanked everybody and told them I'd
see them in the morning.

   Desi wanted to walk me to Kate's, but I reminded her that I had the
bike.

   She started to complain, but her mother told her leave me alone because
I looked tired.

   When I got to Kate's, I was going to go to my old room, but the thought
of spending the night in Kate's big bed sounded better, so I went upstairs,
stripped to my shorts, and crawled in.

   I was tired, but being in this bed, and thoughts of the time I'd spent
here with Kate, and more recently with Kristen, and then Della, began to
roll through my head.  Why did I deserve these wonderful creatures?

   I tried to think of the times that Kate and I had been here, and I began
to remember her smell and taste.  I remembered the times she had taken me
into her mouth, and how I felt when I looked down and saw the woman I'd had
a crush on for as long as I could remember, doing something that I had
fantasized about, but never imagined would happen.

   I remembered the first time I put my mouth on her wonderful pussy.  It
was something the guys at school always talked about, but I suspected few
of them had actually done.  I remembered how wonderful I felt when she
came. I couldn't believe how great it made me feel to think that I had
caused this response in that beautiful woman.

   Kate had asked me if I missed her.  I did.  I missed her a lot.  But
she's still a fantasy, and I'm glad that she's with Ben.  I know I could
never be the man she needs or deserves.

   It was with some reluctance that I forced myself to think of Kristen.

   I could almost feel her with me now, and I could picture her standing by
these windows after we had made love last week.

   She's everything a guy could want.  She's beautiful, rich, has a killer
body, and says she's in love with me.  But something's missing, and I don't
know what it is.

   When I think about my life, and Kristen's part in it, I can't help but
think of Sam.  The girls are different from each other in both looks and
attitudes, but they are somehow similar.  They're both beautiful,
strong-willed, intelligent girls, but they approach things in a different
manner.  Kristen is more assertive, but she's older, and has traveled in
much different circles.  Sam seems sweeter, but that was before, and I
don't know what she's like now that she's been on her own for a while.

   And then there is Amy.  Amy is like a ghost.  No matter who I think of,
Amy is always in the background.  She never intrudes, she never stands out
in any way, but she's always there.  She's every bit a beautiful as either
one, but her beauty is softer and somehow more real.

   These thoughts and others were running through my head when I heard a
car come into the driveway.

   I went to a window to see who it was, and I got there just in time to
see the driver open the car door for the passenger.  It was dark out there
but when the car's interior light went on, I could make out the form of a
girl with dark curly hair as she stepped out of the car.  The door closed
and I couldn't see more, but they didn't start for the house right away.  I
looked closer, and they seemed to be kissing.

   I tried to think who they could be, but it was just too dark to see. 
The kiss lasted for quite a while, then they started toward the house.

   I threw on my pants, grabbed a shirt and went to the top of the stairs,
but they seemed to have gone into the kitchen.  So I went quietly down the
steps, and when I got to the kitchen door they were standing at the
refrigerator with their backs to me.  The one with the curly hair had her
arm around the other one's waist, and surprisingly it was two women!

   They had taken bottles of beer from the fridge, and they both turned
around at once.

   I was suddenly facing Nicole Fell and Clair Gilroy.

   We were all surprised, but Mrs.  Fell spoke first.  She looked at me
standing there, barefoot, with my shirt open, and said, "Well, what have we
here!  Are you and a friend enjoying a getaway this weekend as well?  I
thought we had the place to ourselves."

   I stammered, "Uhh, no, I'm alone.  I had some car trouble, but it'll be
fixed tomorrow."

   They opened the beers and each took a drink.  Mrs.  Gilroy had been
staring intently at me, and she raised an eyebrow and said, "You ever
fucked two women at the same time?"

   I was shocked and surprised.  And I took a moment to answer her, but
before I could, Mrs.  Fell said, "Yes he has dear, and he did a good job of
it."

   Mrs.  Gilroy swung her head around and said, "How do you know?  Have you
fucked him too?"

   An equally surprised Mrs.  Fell said, "What do you mean, 'Too?' Have you
fucked him?"

   "Yes!  He was the one I was with the night that cunt of a stepdaughter
hit me.  Plus, he, Vince and I played together one afternoon."

   Mrs.  Fell turned back to me and grinned, then she said, "Well, isn't
that interesting!

   The three of us stared at each other for a minute, then Mrs.  Fell took
another drink, sat her beer down and pulled Mrs.  Gilroy's to her.  She
kissed her on the mouth, and Mrs.  Gilroy returned the kiss, and pulled
Mrs. Fell close to her.  The kiss was a sexy one and they began grinding
their bodies against each other.

   Mrs.  Fell broke away first, and the grin returned.  Then she looked at
me and said, Well, what do you think, are you up for some fun tonight?"

   I was shocked, and I have to admit that I was intrigued as hell.  But I
immediately thought of Kristen, and the promise I had made to myself that I
would quit thinking with my penis, and as I stood there considering things,
Mrs.  Fell said, "It looks like our friend here is too tired.  Why don't we
let him go back to sleep?

   Suddenly I was a little resentful.  I was going to turn her down, but I
wanted ME to be the one that did it.  I started to say something, but she
just raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

   I turned and started for the stairs, and I thought I heard a giggle, but
when I turned back, they were both staring soberly at me.

   On the way upstairs, I thought to myself that it had been a while since
I had been with a woman.  The last one was Lu, and it hadn't really been
satisfying.  Kristen was gone, and I didn't know when, or even if, I'd see
her again.

   I stripped down to my shorts again and I lay on the bed, thinking.

   Mrs.  Fell acts like she knows me from somewhere.  She said that I had
been with two women, and of course I have!  But how did she know?  Did Kate
or Sylvia say something?  Could it possibly have been Della?

   I was trying to think of what she meant, when I heard footsteps on the
stairs.  It was dark in the room, but there was enough moonlight that I
could see both of them.  It suddenly occurred to me that they probably
wanted to sleep in this bed, so I said, "Oh, I'm sorry.  I'll take my
things and go to another bedroom."

   Mrs.  Fell said, "That's okay dear.  Stay where you are, you won't
bother us." And they went into the bathroom.  I lay there staring at the
light coming from under the door, and the hair stood up on the back of my
neck.  It was obvious that they were up to something, but what?  Knowing
Clair Gilroy, it could be anything, and my cock began to get hard thinking
of what it might be.

   I didn't have long to wait.  The light went off, and they came out
together.  Then they went to the window and stood there looking at the
foothills with their arms around each other.  They were naked, and their
bodies were silhouetted by the moonlight, and I was reminded again, how
much I love looking a woman's body.

   I was fully erect now, and I knew they were teasing me.  But I didn't
care, and I slipped off my shorts.  They heard the bed rustle and they
turned toward me.

   I couldn't see their faces because the moonlight was behind them, but I
knew there was enough light that they could see me, and there was a sharp
intake of breath from one of them

   What happened next was not what I expected.  I thought they might come
over to the bed, Instead, they stood looking at me for a while, then Mrs.
Fell took Mrs.  Gilroy in her arms and kissed her again.  It was a long,
tender kiss and toward the end, Mrs.  Gilroy pulled her as close as
possible and they began moving against each other.  The were still by the
window, and I couldn't see clearly what was going on, but it looked like
Mrs.  Gilroy had her arm between them.  Suddenly Mrs.  Fell gasped, and
leaned her head back.  It was obvious that Mrs.  Gilroy was doing something
with her hand, and before long I began to hear squishing noises.  Suddenly
there was a groan, and Mrs.  Fell pushed herself away from Mrs.  Gilroy and
came to the bed.

   I was hard as a rock now, and she came to the bed and said, "Do you have
some protection?"

   I nodded and went to reach for my pants, but Mrs.  Gilroy was already
there and had my wallet in her hand.  I slipped a condom on and went to
reach for Mrs.  Fell, but she beat me to it.  She pushed me on my back and
impaled her self on me.  She was sopping wet, and her pussy felt like it
was a hundred degrees.  I watched in amazement as she immediately started
trembling and thrusting herself against me.  Mrs.  Gilroy watched her for a
few seconds, then she jumped on the bed and began kneading Mrs.  Fell's
breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders.  And saying "Come for me
sweetheart, come for mama!"

   I don't think more than five minutes passed before Mrs.  Fell began
groaning, then, with a series of, Oh, Oh, Oh's --she came.

   It was an absolute flood!  It seemed like a quart of fluid ran out of
her.  It was all over me and all over the bed.

   She fell alongside me and was motionless for a minute.  Mrs.  Gilroy
grabbed her and said, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

   Mrs.  Fell nodded and in a weak voice, said, "Yes darling.  I'm fine.  I
love it when we make love, but once in a while I need a big, hard, cock,
and this young man has never failed me."

   I was confused.  What the heck was she talking about?  I only met her
recently, and I sure as hell had never made love to her.  I was trying to
think of what she meant, but I had a more immediate problem.  I had a
raging hard-on and I was horny as hell.

   Then Mrs.  Gilroy did a surprising thing.  She kissed Mrs.  Fell
passionately, then she looked over at me with that same, almost crazed look
I had seen before, she moved over to me, tore off the condom and took as
much of my cock in her mouth as she could.  She sucked it clean.  Then she
took my cock in her hand and began stroking me and licking off the drops
and pools of Mrs.  Fell's fluid from my stomach and around my balls.

   It was too much for me, and I started to feel myself getting ready to
come.

   Mrs.  Gilroy must have felt me tense up, because she increased her hand
speed.  Then she did something that amazed, and kind of disgusted me.

   She put her head close to my cock and opened her mouth, but she didn't
go down on me.  She stared directly at me, and increased her hand speed
even more.  When I came, it flew all over her face and hair.  It was only
when I was almost finished that she put her mouth on me and caught the last
few spurts.

   Then I watched in awe as she opened her mouth.  There was a pool of cum
in it!  She dipped her tongue in it and licked it onto her lips, then she
closed her mouth and swallowed.

   She had been watching me intently the whole time.

   Several ropes of cum were spread across her face.  One of them almost
covered one eye.  She wiped her hand across it, then she began slowly
spreading the rest of my seed all over her face and neck.

   I was staring wide-eyed at her when Mrs.  Fell said, "Clair!" And she
jumped from the bed and dragged Mrs.  Gilroy into the bathroom.  I heard
the water running, then Mrs.  Fell came out and ran downstairs.  A second
later she came back, and they were in there for several minutes.

   I lay there thinking about what just happened, and I almost laughed.

   Seeing Mrs.  Gilroy like that was bizarre, but I had seen her do strange
things before.  I had just come, but I was far from satisfied.  My cock was
still hard, and the sight of Mrs.  Fell running naked up and down the
stairs was funny, but it had me wondering what it would be like to really
make love to her.

   Then I remembered what she had said.  What did she mean by, "He came
through again?"

   A thought was forming when she came out of the bathroom, but it
disappeared when I saw her standing, still naked, in front of me.  She
said, "Please forgive her.  She's on medication and when she drinks, it
sometimes affects her that way.  I gave her a different pill and she should
be okay in a few -- Jesus Christ!, you're still hard!"

   They bedroom was dim after having been in the bright bathroom, and she
had been almost apologetic when she was talking to me, but then I guess she
looked down at my cock.

   I slipped on another condom, and I held out my hand out to her and said,
"Come here."

   She reached for my hand and I started to pull her down onto the bed. 
But she said, "No, I want to be on top, and she got on me again.  Now, she
was really wet, and she slid all the way onto me.  The first time was over
in just a few minutes, but now she took her time.

   Mrs.  Fell is much smaller than Kristen, Amy or Kate.  I doubt she is
much over five feet tall, and I was careful when I entered her.  But her
pussy seemed to have no bottom, and she had no trouble with my girth.

   She was sitting upright on me.  Her head was tilted back and she was
moving slowly back and forth.  She weighed so little it was no problem, and
It was starting to feel really good.  Her pussy seemed to be swelling, and
the increase in friction was great.  She seemed to be enjoying it as well.
Then she leaned forward, rested her tits on my chest, and began kissing a
nuzzling my neck.  My cock was caught between us and I guess the pressure
on her clit was more intense, because she began moaning and her movements
became jerky.  Then I felt her pussy tighten even more and she came again.
There wasn't as much fluid this time, but there was still enough that I
felt it run down both sides of my hips.  She stopped for a minute, then
something caught my eye and I looked over her shoulder.

   Mrs.  Gilroy was standing in the bathroom doorway watching us.  She
seemed to have cleaned herself up, but she had a strange look on her face.

   Then Mrs.  Fell sat up and started moving again, and this time it wasn't
gentle.  Right before she came last time, It had started to feel really
good.  But the short pause had calmed me down, so I put my hands on her
butt, pulled myself deeper into her and tried to meet her thrusts.  We were
really moving now, and the sensation was great.

   After a few minutes she leaned onto my chest again and tried to kiss me.
She was so much shorter then I am, she had to move up a little, which
caused her to come part way off my cock, but the kiss felt wonderful, and I
closed my eyes and returned it.

   Suddenly I felt extra weight on me.  Something unusual was going on
around my crotch, and Mrs.  Fell groaned and threw her head back.  I looked
over her shoulder and Mrs.  Gilroy was on top of her, staring at me and
doing something.

   I guessed what was happening, but I pulled Mrs.  Fell aside a little to
make sure.

   Mrs.  Gilroy was wearing the biggest strap-on device I ever saw, and
it's giant rubber penis was being buried in Mrs.  Fell's behind.

   I was still as hard as could be, and I was still inside her.  I wondered
how this must feel to her.  I remembered how Sylvia acted when Herb and I
were both in her, and later when Vince and I were with Mrs.  Gilroy, but
this thing was bigger then either Herb or Vince!  And she is such a small
woman, I was worried that it was hurting her.

   I guess I shouldn't have been, because she moaned "Oh Fuck!" and began
squirming around.  And it quickly got worse.  She turned into a madwoman.
She was grunting, throwing herself around, and liquid was running from her.

   Mrs.  Gilroy was merciless.  She continued pounding into her until beads
of sweat appeared on her forehead.

   Then Mrs.  Fell let out a scream and rolled away from us and onto the
floor.

   Alarmed, I rolled over and looked at her over the edge of the bed.  She
was lying there with a hand over her butt and her pussy, as though she was
protecting them from further assault, and she was moaning quietly.

   Mrs.  Gilroy stood up and began unbuckling the device.  Her chest was
heaving from the exertion, and her body glistened with a sheen of
perspiration.  She actually looked quite sexy.

   It was strange seeing her standing there with that enormous penis
sticking out in front of her.  Mrs.  Gilroy is an attractive woman.  She
has a nice compact body, with not a wrinkle or stretch mark anywhere.  She
has a pretty face and the few times I had met her in normal situations, she
was pleasant and well mannered.  I could see how Mr.  Gilroy was drawn to
her.

   But I had seen the other side of her as well, and now, as I watched her
step out of that bizarre, almost cruel device, I wondered what could be
going through her mind.

   I guess I was deep in thought, because when Mrs.  Fell called my name. I
didn't respond right away, and when I finally I turned to her, she was
looking up at me with a concerned look on her face.  She said, "Are you
okay?" and tried to get up.  But she struggled a bit, so I got off the bed
and helped her.

   Once she was up, she looked soberly at me, then over at Mrs.  Gilroy and
back.  My hard-on was subsiding, but it was still sticking out a little. 
She seemed to be considering something, and finally she said, "Pete, are
you hungry?"

   Surprised, I said, "Uhh, I guess I could eat something."

   "Can you make scrambled eggs?"

   "Sure."

   "Why don't you whip some up while Clair and I clean up a bit."

   I threw on some pants and went downstairs.  She was obviously up to
something, but this had been a strange evening, so I thought I'd go along
with things.

   I was making the eggs and I put in some toast while I was thinking about
what had just gone on.  This didn't feel right.  I'd had loving sex, fun
sex and I'd even fucked, just to be fucking.  But this was beyond that, and
it left me with an uneasy feeling.  I guess I was disappointed that women
could behave that way.

   I thought about Gladys, but she was a young, not very bright girl, from
God knows what kind of home life.  Then I thought of Tammy.  She had an
equally bad home life, but she had risen far above it.

   But these women were grown-up, intelligent women, married to successful
men.  What caused them to act like they did?  Was it because they were
lesbians?  I don't know much about lesbians, but with what I'd heard, and
the little I've read, I don't remember cruelty being part of their
lifestyle.  Then I thought about the time I was with Vince and Mrs. 
Gilroy, and I remembered the nipple clamps she was walking around with, and
I shivered.

   A voice behind me said, "Are you okay?"

   Mrs.  Fell was standing in the doorway.  Her hair was in a towel and she
was wearing a robe.

   I said, "Yes, Mrs.  Fell, I'm fine.  How is Mrs.  Gilroy?"

   She laughed out loud and said, "My, my Pete.  We've known each other for
a while and we even made love a couple of times.  I think it would be okay
if you called me Nicole.  And I'm sure Clair wouldn't mind if you called
her by her first name."

   I was going to ask her what she meant when Mrs.  Gilroy walked in and
said, "Yes Pete.  I don't mind if you call me Clair."

   I was surprised at the way she looked.  She had obviously just stepped
out of the shower and her short hair was already drying.  She was wearing a
short thin robe and looked about sixteen.  I tried to conjure up a picture
of her, lying on the floor in a pool of urine, like she was that time at
her house.  But this person was clear-eyed and fresh looking.

   I must have been staring, because she dropped her eyes demurely and went
to the table to sit down.  But the illusion was shattered when she pulled
out a chair, sat down and leaned back.  The robe fell open slightly and her
pussy was in full view.

   I looked at it for a minute, then I looked at her face.  She had been
smiling slightly.  But when she saw me look at her face, the smile quickly
faded and she pulled her robe together and scooted her chair close to the
table.

   I dished out the eggs and toast and we sat quietly until we finished
every thing.

   Then Mrs.  Fell-Nicole said, "Why don't you go up and take a quick
shower.  We'll clean up down here."

   I went up and showered.  I was confused about what was going on, but I
was convinced that something else was in store.

   I was standing next to the shower, drying myself when the door opened
and Clair Gilroy stepped in and stood, watching me.

   When I finished, I reached for my pants, but she put her hand on my arm,
and said, "Pete.  Would you please make love to me?"

   It looked like a different person standing there.  Her gaze was level,
and she was calmer than I had ever seen her.  I was actually kind of
apprehensive, but she held out her hand, and I took it and followed her
into the bedroom.  I noticed that everything had been straightened up, the
bed was neatly folded down, and there were some bottles and things on the
nightstand.

   I said, "Gee, what's this all about?  Where is Nicole?"

   "She's downstairs.  If it's all right with you, I prepared this for us.
Please lie down."

   I didn't really trust what was happening, but I lay on my side and
watched her.  She dropped the robe and stood there while I looked at her.

   I had seen her naked before, but I don't think I ever saw her stand
still.  She's about five-two, and is indeed a pretty woman.  Her body is as
trim and tight as a teen-ager, her smallish breasts are pert and her
nipples were full and sticking straight out.  Her pubic hair is trimmed to
little more then a small patch, and the whole package is very nice.

   I said, "Would you please turn around?"

   She did so without comment, and she stood there with her back to me. 
Her best feature is her heart shaped butt.  The cheeks are prominent but
not large and she has cute dimples over each one.

   I said, "Thank you." And she turned back toward me.

   She said, "Would you lay back please?"

   I did, and she climbed onto the bed next to me.  She looked at me for a
minute, then she raised her hand, and using her fingers, she gently closed
my eyes.  I pretended to hold them closed, but they were open just enough
that I could make out what she was doing.  Then she kissed me.  It was a
tender kiss.  Her mouth was slightly open, but there was no tongue.  Her
breath was fresh and sweet, and it was me, who darted my tongue between her
lips.  She eagerly accepted it and the kiss lasted a long time.  When she
finally pulled away, she accidentally brushed my cock with her elbow.  I
hadn't realized that it was hard as a rock and sticking straight up.

   She looked at it, then she took it in her hand and bent down and kissed
it right on it's head.

   It jerked when she did it, and she smiled up at me.

   She reached onto the table for one of the bottles, opened it and poured
a few drops in her hand, then she took my cock and began to gently massage
it.  It was obviously the same kind of oil I had used on Kristen and before
long I felt the heat of it warming my cock and balls.  It was a wonderful
sensation, and for a minute I thought I might even come.  But I held off,
and took her hand away.

   I pushed her gently on her back, and when I did, she closed her eyes.  I
looked down at her, and I was amazed.  She looked helpless and actually
quite beautiful lying there.

   I kissed her, and she responded with a low moan and then I bent and
touched the tip of my tongue to one of her nipples.  She trembled when I
did, and I began to lick it and run my tongue around, first one nipple then
the other.  I kept it up until she opened her mouth and started going
"ahhhhhhhh".  I kept at it for a while, then I noticed that she had her
hand between her legs and she was rubbing herself.  I poured some of the
oil into my hand, then I took my other hand and lifted her arm.  I put my
hand with the oil directly on her mound and just held it there.  As the oil
seeped into her I could feel it getting warm, and she touched me lightly on
the shoulder, and whispered "Yessssssss."

   I continued putting light pressure on her mound, and I began moving my
hand around a little.  She responded by moving her body with me and I could
feel heat beginning to rise from her.

   I looked at her once more, and I was struck again by how different she
looked.  It was difficult to believe that this was the same person that I
had seen in so many unpleasant situations.

   Still holding my hand against her pussy, I returned to her breasts and
continued licking and sucking her nipples.  Heat was really rising from her
body now, and she began to arch her back in response to what I was doing. I
loved the fact that she was enjoying it so much, and I wanted to continue
pleasing her, so I stopped for a second and whispered, "Lie still my love.
We have lots of time."

   I don't know why I said 'my love', it just seemed right.  And I guess it
was, because she trembled slightly and seemed to relax.

   I licked each nipple one more time.  Then began kissing my way down her
stomach.  When I got to her navel I stopped and darted my tongue inside it
several times.  When I did, she cried out, "Oooooooo" and she shuddered.

   Heat was pouring off her body now, and it even affected me.  I wanted
her badly, but something told me to wait, and I'm glad I did.

   I kissed my way down her belly, and when I got between her legs, I was
treated to the odor of soap from her recent shower mixed with the wonderful
scent of her arousal.  I was even more turned on then before, and I had to
force myself to stop from jumping on top of her right there.

   For some reason, I was especially turned on, being close to her like
this.  This was a girl I had been with before and she was someone I had
absolutely no respect for.  But the person lying next to me seemed
completely different, and it was exciting to be with her, even if it was an
illusion.

   I spent a moment just being near her vagina.  I could see the
transparent whiteness of her clit peeking from under its little hood, and
moisture was forming in and around her slit.  I very slowly touched, just
the tip of my tongue to her clit, and I held it there until a few drops of
my saliva run onto her.  Because I was breathing through my mouth, my
breath must have caused it to cool slightly and that sensation, plus the
slight pressure of my tongue must have been extra stimulating, because she
starting trembling again, and trying to force her body closer to me.

   Kate was the one who introduced me to oral sex, and she told me that,
once I got over the thought that I was doing something 'nasty', I would
learn to enjoy giving a woman pleasure that way.  And she was right.  I
loved the way women responded to it, and I never felt I was doing something
that was unpleasant.

   But a brief thought crossed my mind.  This woman had been with countless
partners, and I'm sure that many of them were more adept at sex than I am.

   Then something unusual happened.  I had been barely touching my tongue
to her.  There had been no 'tongue lashing' or vigorous movement of any
kind.  I had simply touched my tongue to her most sensitive place, and held
it there.

   And she suddenly gave a long sigh, and I felt the unmistakable signs of
her orgasm.  It wasn't the violent thrashing around, that happened
sometimes, or the flood of fluid that happened with some women.  If I
hadn't been paying attention, I might even have missed it.

   But Kate had called these 'quiet cums' and said that they can sometimes
be more intense than the wild kind.

   I glanced up at her.  Her eyes were open and she was looking at me.  The
expression on her face was amazing.  It was like looking at a stranger.

   This wasn't the almost crazed person I had seen so many times.  She had
a wonderful, dreamy look on her face.  Her eyes were soft and liquid, and
she held out her arms to me.

   I slipped on my last condom, and I looked at her.

   She somehow looked fragile, and I was careful as I moved on top of her.
I supported most of my weight on my elbows and knees, so I wouldn't put too
much pressure on her, and when I was in the right place, she reached down
and guided me into her.  I had been here before, and I knew she could take
all of me, but I didn't enter her all at once.  I stopped when I was just
inside her, then I slowly let the rest of me slide in.

   She was watching me the whole time, and when I was completely inside
her, I let myself down until I was touching her along the whole length of
her body.  She closed her eyes, then she raised her legs, wrapped them
around me and pulled me even closer.

   I began to move inside her and the feeling was fantastic.  Her legs kept
me from lifting very far off her, but the short strokes seemed even better.
I felt like we were making love, rather then just fucking.

   I don't know how long we kept it up, or how many times she came, but it
seemed like every minute or so, her pussy would tighten, and for a while
she would get even slipperier.

   I probably outweigh her by over a hundred pounds, and I had very careful
not to crush her, but when I felt myself starting to come, I sort of lost
control, and I let my full weight push myself into her as far as I could.
But she didn't seem to mind, and when I came, it was the most intense one I
had felt in a while, and I think I lost track of time for a bit.

   When I came too, I was still in her, but her eyes were closed and she
seemed to be sleeping.  As quietly as I could, I lifted myself off her, and
sat on the side of the bed.

   She looked breathtaking lying there.  Nothing at all like the crazy
person I had seen in the past, and after a few seconds, I kissed her and I
pulled the bedspread over her, so she wouldn't get cold.

   Suddenly a voice said, "Thank you.  That was beautiful."


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