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The Compromise
By Kathy B.
(kathybxx)

Part Three

I didn't take me very long to rush home and get back to the woods but
I was still worried about what I might be missing out on while I was
gone. Opportunities like this didn't come along often and I was
determined not to miss my chance.

I ducked into the woods about twenty yards from the main path and
stayed parallel to it as I worked my way up the side of the hill. It
wasn't long before I spied a familiar figure moving slowly down the
path, furtively glancing into the underbrush with every step. Timing
my movement carefully, I crept closer to the edge of the trail. I was
so preoccupied with my prey that I didn't even realize I was being
stalked myself until a solid weight landed on my back and a wild
whoop sounded in my ears.

I thrashed wildly for about twenty seconds and was finally able to
throw him off my back. He laughed as he rolled over in the dirt. I
jumped to my feet and glared down at him.

"God damn it, David! You scared the shit out of me," I complained.

"I knew that shithead was hiding along in here somewhere," Steve
chuckled as he stepped off the path to join us. He slapped his thigh.
"Oh, man. You shoulda seen your face. I almost dropped the bottle, I
was laughing so hard."

My anger was instantly forgotten. "Did you get it? Let me see."

David and I both crowded in as Steve opened his backpack and drew out
a large, clear bottle. Three inches of dark liquid shifted and
reflected the afternoon light as he held it aloft.

"Wow," David breathed. "Is it really Jack Daniels?"

"Read the label, stupid," Steve sneered. "Almost half a bottle, all
for us. You think you guys are tough enough?"

We both nodded eagerly, anxious to prove our manhood.

"What did you guys bring?" Steve asked.

"I swiped three of my dad's beers," David volunteered. "Nothing like
a cold Bud with a whiskey chaser."

"Like you've ever had one," Steve laughed. He turned to me. "How
about you, Bobby? Did you get the food?"

"Right here," I patted my bag. "I got munchies galore. Of course," I
said as I gave David a dirty look, "the chips are probably all
smashed after your little stunt."

"Who cares?" David shrugged. "I'm planning on drinking my dinner
anyway. Open the bottle, Steve."

Steve unscrewed the cap and held the bottle under his nose for
several seconds, then gave us each a sniff. I wrinkled my nose.

"Whew! It smells sorta like aftershave."

"You just gotta get used to it," David said. "I like the smell."

Steve shoved the bottle into David's stomach. "Here, then. You can
have the first swig."

David's face got a little pale but he was stuck and he knew it. None
of us had ever tried hard liquor before but, under the unwritten code
of adolescence, none of us dared show fear in front of our friends.
It was ok to be scared; it wasn't ok to admit it.

David took the bottle from Steve and looked at it for several
seconds, then lifted it gingerly and took a gentle sip. He managed to
swallow it but his eyes were watering as he passed the bottle back to
Steve.

"Nice," he rasped, barely able to talk. "Real smooth."

"That's not how a man drinks it," Steve teased. "You gotta swig it."

He stuck the whole bottle in his mouth and tipped his head way back.
His throat convulsed and he made loud gulping noises. David looked
over at me and winked. We could both see that Steve was capping the
bottle with his tongue. Still, he put on a good show and that was
acceptable. You didn't have to be tough to be cool, you just had to
act it.

After several long seconds Steve brought the bottle down and smacked
his lips loudly. He must have gotten more than he planned because he
started coughing and gagging. I took the bottle as David good
naturedly slapped him on the back.

"I'm ok," he mumbled when he got his breath back. "It just went down
the wrong pipe. Your turn, Bobby."

I made a great show of wiping the neck with my shirt, stalling for
time. Finally, unable to postpone it any longer, I but the bottle to
my lips and took a small swig.

I got it down without choking, but my knees wobbled as the whiskey
burned its way to my stomach. I could feel the heat spreading out
from my belly as I grinned weakly at my friends.

We all smiled and clapped each other on the back. Another step to
adulthood had been safely surmounted. We'd come out here today to
practice our drinking in private, and we'd proven to ourselves that
we could do it. We weren't leaving for a while we needed to stay and
practice some more, maybe find out what a 'buzz' was but the
important work was done. The next time we were at a party and an
older boy brought out a bottle, the three of us wouldn't have to
sneak away with the younger kids before the fun started.

We were just starting to get a little giggly when we heard the
rustling in the bushes. "Shit," David whispered. "Somebody's coming.
Bobby, go see who it is."

I crawled to the top of the hill we were hiding behind, then
frantically signaled to the other two to join me. "You guys are not
going to believe this," I whispered as they peered over the crest
with me.

We could see a woman crawling away from us, down the path. Crawling.
She had a skintight top on and chains on her hands and feet. Her ass
was bare, completely bare. We all stared openmouthed at the first
pussy any of us had ever seen.

"Who is it?" David whispered when he got over the shock.

"It's tough to tell from this angle," Steve snickered, always a
smartass. "Whoever she is, she's a real slut. Look at her shake that
ass!"

It looked like the woman was trying to crawl as fast as she could.
All she was really doing was making her ass sway from side to side. I
felt a painful erection cramp my shorts.

"We gotta see who it is," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's sneak
around in front of her."

As soon as we started to rise, though, David stepped on a dry branch.
The snap sounded like a starter's gun and the lady jumped up like she
was coming out of the blocks. Her chains tripped her and she rolled
over in the dirt. She quickly got back on all fours and spun around
to see what the noise was.

"Holy shit, I know that lady," I said to the others. "She lives on my
street."

She seemed as shocked at seeing the three of us as we were at seeing
a halfnaked woman in the woods. I couldn't tear my eyes off her
tits. They hung down sexily, the upper slopes shiny with sweat and
the bottoms barely covered by her outfit. Her chest was heaving as
she panted in fright.

"Whwhat are you boys doing out here?" she finally asked.

None of us said anything. We were speechless.

"This isn't any of your concern," she warned us. "Never mind me. You
go on home."

She backed around a corner, facing us the entire way. We just stood
there spellbound until she disappeared.

"Wow, that was really something," David was the first to speak. "Did
you guys see her pussy?"

"Of course, dummy," Steve replied. "We got eyes, don't we. Come on, I
want to get a closer look."

We took off down the trail. As soon as she heard us coming, the lady
started hurrying but we caught right up to her and followed along
about ten feet behind. She crawled along until she was out of breath,
then spun around again.

"I told you boys to leave," she shouted, then focused on me. "I know
your mother, Bobby Conrad! Do you want me to call her and tell her
you're out here harassing me?"

"We better go," I said to the others, worried about being recognized.
"I don't want to get in trouble. Sorry, Mrs. Haggerty."

"Are you nuts?" Steve asked. "What do you think she's going to say?
'Hello, Mrs. Conrad. I was crawling around in the woods yesterday,
showing off my big hairy pussy to the whole world, and your son was
bothering me by staring at it.' She'd be the one in big trouble, not
you."

"Yeah, maybe we should go tell somebody about her," David chimed in.
Then seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, "We can tell our parents
we were just playing out here and she jumped out of nowhere, buck
naked, and tried to attack us."

"No, please don't do that," she cried. "Please!" She turned to me.
"Bobby, you know me. We're neighbors. Please help me."

I sensed an opportunity. "They won't tell anybody about you if you
show us your tits," I said. David slapped me on the back, grinning
broadly.

She grimaced but I think she knew she didn't have much choice,
because she didn't stall for very long. Looking around to make sure
we were alone in the woods, she sat back on her ankles and lifted her
hands to her top.

We all held our breath as the woman paused for several seconds, then
peeled the cloth off her boobs. I just expected her to give us a
quick peek and then cover up again, but she tucked the cups under her
tits and put her hands on her knees as she stared at the ground.

Her tits were fantastic, even if they were the first ones I'd ever
seen. Big, dark rings encircled her nipples, which were puckering
right before our eyes. The tips of her nipples rose and fell gently
as she waited for our next move.

"Oh, shit. What a fantastic set of knockers. They're way bigger than
my mom's," David said. Mrs. Haggerty blushed but she sat up a little
straighter at the compliment.

"You do have nice tits," I agreed.

"Thank you, Bobby," she smiled weakly.

"Yeah, her tits are nice, but I want to see that beaver again," Steve
said.

"Go ahead, Mrs. Haggerty. Turn back around," I urged her. Her eyes
started to tear up but she nodded and got back on all fours. She
turned and faced away from us, her knees a foot or so apart.

We stared, transfixed. Her pussy hair was short, allowing us to see
everything. Her outer cuntlips were nice and plump, bisected by the
dark pink line of her inner lips. They protruded slightly from her
crotch, actually sticking out beyond the hair surrounding them.

Her ass was full and round, framing her pussy and the dark hole just
above it. My cock throbbed as I took in her tiny, crinkled portal.
Somehow, seeing the asshole of a woman like her seemed even dirtier
than staring at her pussy and tits.

I was bent over a little, staring up between her legs at her tits
which were partially visible from behind as they dangled beneath her,
when Steve shoved me in the back.

"Go on, man. She's your friend," he said. "Go touch her."

Mrs. Haggerty jumped when she heard that but she didn't try to run. I
think she knew at that point that there wasn't a lot she could do
about it anyway. She flinched again when I knelt beside her but
didn't move away.

I finally worked up the courage to touch her. Figuring I'd start
someplace safe, I gently placed my hand on her back, feeling the
smooth material of her top. I wasn't prepared for her reaction.

With a loud wail she spun toward me and threw herself against my
legs. At first I thought she was attacking me and trying to punch me
in the nuts or something. David and Steve must have thought the same
thing because they took off running. Nice guys.

I grabbed at her to defend myself but she clung to me like a
madwoman. It took me several seconds to realize she was sobbing, not
fighting. I wound up kneeling with her head in my lap, stroking her
hair as she cried.

"Oh, Bobby! It's been so awful and I've been stuck like this
forever!" she wailed. "I've been so scared and I think I've lost my
husband and I didn't think I was going to ever get out and I'm
starving and then Kelly called the police and I had to hide and then
you found me and now everyone in the whole world will know what a
fool I am!" She babbled on and on. I had no idea what the hell she
was talking about but I stroked her back as she cried. I figured she
was having some kind of nervous breakdown or something; it was
definitely the weirdest situation I'd ever been in.

Finally she lifted her tearstreaked face. "Is there any way out of
this awful mess, Bobby? Is my life ruined?"

"I won't tell anybody and I'll try to keep them from telling either,"
I assured her as I patted her on the head. "But what exactly is going
on?"

She put her head back down in my lap then and started telling me the
whole story, about the fight with her husband and locking herself
into the chains. She explained how she had scrounged food over the
weekend and then how she had to sneak out of her house to avoid the
police.

The whole time she was talking, I could feel the heavy weight of her
boob resting on my leg. I could even feel her nipple pressing into my
bare thigh, just below the hem of my shorts. Her head was resting in
my lap and as she talked her cheek rubbed back and forth against my
boner.

I started out rubbing her back but I steadily moved down until I was
stroking her bare bottom. Her voice caught in her throat the first
time my fingers brushed her pubic hair but she kept talking. Soon I
was stroking across the swollen ridge of her inner lips with every
pass.

I looked up to see that David and Steve had crept back to the edge of
the clearing. Steve grinned at me and made a fucking motion with his
finger. I nodded and paused on my next stroke. Acting like I did this
all the time even though my heart was pounding, I nonchalantly pushed
a finger into my neighbor's moist bottom.

She stopped talking then but didn't lift her head. Steve and David
crept up behind her, staring openmouthed as I pushed a second finger
in along with the first. I started fumbling around, looking for her
clit.

"Will you help me, Bobby?" she asked without looking at me. "Will you
help me get home and find food and get out of these chains? Will you
keep your friends from telling? Will you help me out of this awful
mess?"

"Yes, Mrs. Haggerty," I said. "I'll help you."

"Please call me Rhonda," she said.

She seemed to relax at that point and I felt her back arch to tilt
her pussy up toward my hand. I finally found her clit and her ass
started humping back slightly to meet me as I stroked her button.

I grinned like an idiot at David, who gave me a thumbs up and crept
up behind her. She stiffened when he touched her ass but held still.
I drew my hand out of her pussy and stroked her head as David took my
place.

Rhonda's head was sliding back and forth across my erection as David
pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy. She turned her head and I
could feel her hot breath pushing through the fabric of my shorts.
Her lips were pressed right against my zipper and I was afraid my
cock would explode.

David and I both worked up our courage at the same time. Stroking her
hair with one hand, I unzipped my shorts with the other. Rhonda was
kissing my hand as I fished around in my shorts. I finally hooked my
cock and pulled it out and she immediately engulfed it. No kissing.
No licking. No tonguing it gently. She swallowed the damn thing right
to my balls and kept it buried in her throat.

Meanwhile, David had dropped his pants and kneewalked up behind her.
He pressed his cock against her pussy and it sank it right in. He put
both hands on her hips and started humping, his face frowning in
concentration as he fucked her.

At the time I figured she thought trading sex for silence was a good
deal. Later I decided that she got off on not being able to stop us.
For whatever reason, she went nuts on our cocks. Her head started
bobbing up and down on my cock as she slammed her pussy back to meet
David's thrusts. Steve had his cock out and was fisting it as he
watched our spectacle.

"Oh," David groaned. "Her pussy is so hot it's burning my cock! What
a great piece of ass! How's her mouth, Bobby?"

"Best blowjob I've ever had," I replied. The only blowjob I'd ever
had, I thought. Still, Rhonda must have liked hearing it because she
went even wilder on my cock, teasing the head with her tongue before
she pushed my knob deep into her throat.

"Get ready, baby! I'm cumming!" David suddenly made a face as his
hips drove forward. He twitched for several seconds, then collapsed
across Rhonda's back as she continued to suck my cock. Steve
immediately pulled David off her and took his place. Rhonda groaned
around my cock as Steve entered her but began pushing back to meet
him.

I held out for as well as I could but her mouth just felt too good to
last very long. My balls tightened as I got close. Suddenly I felt my
cum racing up my shaft, shooting into Rhonda's mouth in violent
spurts. Not a drop escaped her lips; she swallowed it all and then
licked me clean.

She finally lifted her face off my prick, only to have David shove
his dirty cock right under her nose. I expected her to push him away
but she never hesitated. I watched in fascination as she cleaned her
own juices off his cock and continued to suck him after he'd
stiffened in her mouth.

We fucked her for almost three hours. Rhonda did whatever we asked
her to, without complaint. She sucked our nuts. She cleaned our slimy
dicks after we pulled them out of her pussy. She even masturbated for
us while we were resting between fucks. The only time she balked was
when Steve shoved his finger up her ass. She jumped away and crawled
over to me, begging me not to let him. Relishing my role as her
protector, I told Steve her asshole was off limits. Rhonda hugged me
in gratitude and sucked my cock to another erection as Steve was
forced to content himself with her pussy.

I was fucking her for the last time when it occurred to me that I
wanted to keep Rhonda for myself. At least until her husband came
home. Her pussy felt great on my cock and I didn't want to share it
with anyone. I had to find a way to keep Steve and David quiet.

After we were all exhausted, I left Rhonda to rest in the shade and
drew my friends down the trail.

"Ok, guys. Here's how it's going to be. Rhonda is going with me. You
guys don't contact her again unless you're with me."

"Bullshit!" David exclaimed. "I can go see her any time I want."

"No." I was forceful. "You saw who she went to back there. She's
mine. You guys can only fuck her again if I say so."

"I'll fuck her if I want," Steve protested. "Who the hell is going to
stop me?"

"I will."

"If you try, I'll tell everybody what happened here today," David
replied. "Everyone will know she's a slut then. She'll be the
laughing stock of the town."

"If anybody, anywhere, ever finds out about what happened here today,
I'm going to immediately call your dad," I said as I looked at David.
"And I'm going to tell him about that hole you made in the plaster so
you can spy on your mom." He paled. David's dad had a violent temper
and there was no way David would be able to deny spying on his mother
once his dad found that hole.

"There's nothing you can threaten me with," Steve taunted.

"I'll tell Tank Wilkins that you're the guy who put dogshit in his
trumpet last year at Homecoming."

"But I'm not the one who did it!" Steve protested.

I grinned at him. "Then just tell him that when he comes looking for
you."

They both scowled at me. "Look, guys. We all got laid, didn't we?
Look at the bright side. But she's got a life to go back to. She's
not a slut."

"You sure could have fooled me," Steve grumbled.

"I'm going to take her home and help her get out of those chains," I
said. Then it will be over, ok?"

Reluctantly, they both nodded. As we started back to the clearing,
David suddenly grinned.

"We sure lost our cherries with style, didn't we?"

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 113
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: mf oral

Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, MF Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 113
Some confusion over dates...

The Porter residence was in a somewhat glitzier neighborhood than Nate
and Draper were used to frequenting - not that that was necessarily bad
news. Alonzo Porter looked up at the sound of the key turning in the lock,
and watched as his daughter swept, in, looking fine in her prom dress,
followed by her date and another couple. Trouble was, her date was holding
hands with the other girl... And who was the other guy? Big, solid
fella... Alonzo's though process was interrupted by his daughter's
'explanation': "Hi, Daddy! I'm home, but we're all still kind of hyped up
from the dance, so we're going to hang out in the den for a while, okay?"
Tenisha swept out without awaiting an answer, collecting the larger dude's
hand, the Adams boy and his (white!) date(?) following.

Bess Porter appeared at the head of the stairs. "Who was that? Is
Tenisha home?"

"Yeah... She brought some friends." Alonzo was frowning.

"What's the matter, Sugar?" Bess started down the stairs, closing her
housecoat over her narrow frame.

"Well..." Alonzo scratched his head, "Didn't Tenisha leave here with
the Adams boy?"

"Yes," Bess confirmed, "Why?"

"Well," Alonzo confided, "They're both back, but Tenisha was hauling
around some beefy looking dude I've never seen before, and the Adams boy
went through here towing a white chick!"

"Really?" Bess blinked. "Well, to be fair, Nate wasn't Tenisha's
first choice in dates, and I think it was mutual. Maybe something happened
at the Prom... Where are they?"

"Nisha shot me some line about them being all worked up and wanting to
settle down in the den." Music began wafting out of the room as Alonzo
finished relating this information. Oddly, it wasn't Tenisha's usual choice
in rap, but rather a female vocalist singing about... Did it matter? It
was a lot easier to talk above, especially at the unaccustomed low volume
setting.

Bess crept up to the door and poked her head around. When Tenisha
detected her, she covered with, "Do you kids need anything?" Tenisha's
glare said 'Don't come in here!' VERY clearly, but Bess was taking in her
companions - especially Draper Travis!

Tenisha cleared her throat. "Uh, I don't think so, Mom - well, maybe
some Coke?" She looked around for support and got it. "Mostly, we're
looking for a little peace and quiet - the dance was noisy!"

"Uh HUH!" Bess gave her daughter the fish-eye, then backed out.

"Well?" Alonzo demanded, "Was I right?"

"Oh, yeah," Bess started to grin, "Looks like things shook out a bit
at the Prom. Nisha's new date looks like someone she's had her eye on -
Travis something. Probably a good thing - Nate can be bad news."

"So, what's this 'peace and quiet' thing?"

Bess regarded her husband as if his IQ had dropped into the single
digits. "Ever hear of necking?"

"Necking!" Alonzo's eyes popped. "Whoa, that leads to..."

"...All kinds of things, including marriage, if I remember our
history!" Bess chided.

"Well, I remember a couple of other things, including sex!" Alonzo
reminded her.

"Which we got away with, thank God! Alonzo, Nisha's almost eighteen!
You've been damn lucky that SHE hasn't had any! The fact that you're only
now feeling your fatherhood muscles means that she's had damn little
attention from boys - and I haven't seen you holding her while she cried
about it!" Bess glared at her husband. "Leave 'em alone!"

"Fine," Alonzo grunted. "I'm going to bed. You can stay up and keep
them out of each other's pants."

Bess laughed. "They'd have to be pretty brave to do that! Most
likely, her and her girlfriend will just get felt up pretty well - that's
tame for Prom night. Remember what WE did?"

Alonzo grunted, "Sure - that's why I'm concerned! What was it -
twice, three times - in the back seat of that old Ford?"

"Nisha came home," Bess pointed out, "And I bet they didn't stop on
the way!" Alonzo shrugged and turned for the stairs. Bess went to get
Cokes.

"We goin' to have parent problems?" Draper asked Tenisha mildly as her
mother's head disappeared around the door facing.

"Tough to say," Tenisha replied. "We'll know more when Momma comes
back with the Cokes."

"That mean I gotta stop worryin' this spot on your neck?" Draper
wondered good-humoredly. Draper's lips on her neck had left Tenisha one big
goosebump and her nipples were rock hard.

"Uh uh! You can keep THAT up, Sugar!" Tenisha declared. "We just
might have to be a little careful about kissing and such until the coast is
clear..."

"Damn! How long will THAT be?" Nate's voice was a frustrated whine.

"Shhhh! Nate, Honey, I'M not their daughter! We don't have to worry
so much!" Nora offered her lips, and things got quiet on the love seat.
Nora concentrated on keeping Nate's hands off of anything too controversial,
which was difficult - for both of them.

Tenisha sat in a chair seat, watching the door, while Draper sat on
the arm, leaning over her to attack her neck. The sight of her mother
rounding the corner brought Tenisha to full alert, pushing Draper away.

Bess put the Cokes down on the coffee table and asked the obvious
question, "So, what happened?"

"Uh, Nate and I didn't work out," Tenisha replied. "A mutual friend
asked Draper, here, to ride to the rescue."

"And?" Bess eyed Nate and Nora.

"Well, turns out that the same mutual friend was looking to create
another couple," Draper amplified. "Matchmakin', sort of. Nate an' I run
together..."

Tenisha took up the explanation, "They didn't have anywhere to go.
Nora doesn't normally..." How should she finish that?

Bess locked eyes with Nora. "Your folks might not be thrilled?" Nora
nodded tightly. Bess figured she should offer a bit of advice. "Nate's not
known for his manners..."

Nora smiled, "I know. I read this book on wild animal training,
though..."

"Hey!" Nate complained, "I'm sittin' here G-!" Nora's finger on his
lips stopped the curse. Her other hand rubbed his thigh.

"Oh, you're good!" Bess laughed her approval. From the way Nate's
eyes had popped, she knew that Nora hadn't selected a leg at random. "Good
luck!" Turning to her daughter, she announced, "I'm going to crash in a
recliner in the living room. Wake me when it's time for everyone to leave."
She turned and swayed out.

Draper nodded, poker-faced. "Seems fair."

"Best we could hope for, I guess," Tenisha replied, and drew him in
for a kiss.

Nate and Nora resumed kissing, and Nora let Nate's hands roam at will
- and roam they did! But a ball gown didn't offer much access to her
crotch, so she was better protected than either of them wanted. Still, Nate
managed to worm a hand into her bodice, and was working hard at exploring
her ass through her skirt.

Tenisha and Draper had worse problems; the frilly, high-necked gown
Tenisha was wearing didn't allow much upper body access, either. Tenisha
ached to feel Draper's hands - or mouth - on her nipples... This went on
for ten to fifteen minutes, then Tenisha couldn't take it any more. Leaning
forward, she whispered, "Unzip me!"

Draper did as he was asked, and Tenisha struggled out of the tight
cuffs that ended the puffed sleeves. The whole mess dropped forward leaving
her topless except for a black strapless padded bra. Tenisha locked eyes
with Draper and dropped that, too.

"Baby, your mama ain't gonna like that!" Draper observed in a whisper
while taking in Tenisha's tiny, stiff nippled breasts, "An' it ain't like
you're gonna be able to cover..."

"I'll risk it," Tenisha husked.

"Then I'll try to make it worthwhile..." Draper leaned over and sucked
in a stiff nipple. He closed soft lips around it, chewing at the stiff bud.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Tenisha moaned. Heavenly! The direct link
between her nipples and her clit went live, full bore!

Draper's eyes popped. 'Christ! Mama's in the next room!' he worried.

Bess, true to her word, had dropped into a recliner in the next room
and was trying to nap. Problem was, she could hear every rustle, every
gasp, every sigh! She could even tell pretty clearly who was moaning what!
She was just visualizing what the loud rustling sounds might mean when
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" drifted out of the den! Bess knew EXACTLY what
that sound meant - she'd uttered it too often herself! Tenisha had
inherited Bess' breasts, and Bess KNEW that Draper had just taken one of
those sensitive buds in his mouth! The effect on Bess mirrored the effect
on Tenisha, and Bess snarled in sudden resolve. To Hell with this! "Nisha!
I'm going to bed! Lock up after your friends!" Bess headed for the stairs;
Alonzo had better be awake - Bess wanted a good fucking!

The surprise announcement found Draper and Tenisha struggling over
whether Draper would remain attached to her nipple. Draper was CERTAIN that
her mother was going to bust them and was trying to break free, but Tenisha
would have none of it! After recovering from the spike of fear generated by
the announcement, Draper absorbed it's import and stopped struggling,
renewing the attack. Tenisha managed to choke out, "Yes, Momma!" before
collapsing in the chair, crushing Draper's head to her breast.

Nora waited until she heard the creak of Tenisha's mother's feet on
the stair treads and reached for Nate's belt. Nate's eyes popped! Sheeit!
The bitch was serious! Fuckin' A! Nora owned Nate in that moment; by the
time her hand closed around his cock, she was his woman, and he was her man,
and that was all there was to it! "Lemme get that zipper, Baby!" Nate
croaked as Nora went to her knees before his erection, and he reached to
unzip her dress, freeing her round, coral-nippled breasts. Reverently, he
cradled the heavy orbs - but it didn't last long, because he didn't!
Totally unprepared for the liquid heat of her mouth, he lost control and
ejaculated hugely almost immediately! "Awww, SHIIIIT!!" he groaned in a
stage whisper, convulsing.

Nora was trying to figure out what to do with the product of her
blinding success at cocksucking! It seemed like gallons of sperm were
filling her mouth! Shucks, she'd just gotten a taste of Nate's stiff
member, and here it was pulsing like a fire hose! Swallowing seemed the
only option, so she did - three times! She continued laving Nate's glans
until he gently pushed her away, grimacing at it's over-sensitivity.

"Sorry!" he husked, sadly, "I..." He couldn't go on - he was too
ashamed and embarrassed!

Nora looked up at Nate and smiled. Poor thing! He looked like he was
about to cry! "Nate, Honey, you KNOW you're not done - and I do, too!" She
stood up, using his knees to push off the floor, and murmured, "Help me get
this damned dress off!"

She turned around and Nate rose and finished unzipping the zipper.
"Uh, up or down?" he asked.

Nora sighed. With her hips? "Up, I'm afraid..." Nate stabilized the
dress, not allowing it to slip down as Nora worked it over her head. He
sucked in a breath as Nora's generous ass made itself visible, a pair of
French cut panties making a ridiculously poor attempt at coverage. Once it
was over her head, Nora turned and dropped it over the arm of the loveseat,
and stood there, poised in the dimness.

Nate stood there, transfixed! Nora had been relying on the built-in
brassiere that the dress sported, so the panties were it - she hadn't
bothered with nylons. Removing the dress had absolutely destroyed her
hairdo - but that just made her look fragile, defenseless. The round,
coral-tipped orbs on her chest were wondrous things, but his eyes drifted to
the surprisingly narrow waist, and those hips... Nate's hands itched, and
he unconsciously flexed them. The wide hindquarters that Nora was so
ashamed of were Disneyland to Nate!

Nora glanced down at the panties, misunderstanding Nate's look.
"Kinda stupid, aren't they?" she murmured, and proceeded to step out of
them!

"Oh, shit..." Nate breathed. He was totally overloaded! "I-I..." he
couldn't really think of anything to say!

"Sorry about the ass," Nora husked, "I'm kind of stuck with it..." At
Nate's continued silence, she grimaced, "Is it that bad? Should I get
dressed again?"

Nate's eyes bulged. "FUCK NO!" He lurched forward, pulled her in,
and put both hands on that heavenly, soft ass! "I LOVE your ass! It's
fuckin' BEAUTIFUL!" He started devouring her neck, giving her chills.

Draper and Tenisha looked on, goggle-eyed. Finally, Draper caught his
breath, "Hey, y'all ain't gonna fuck right here, are ya?"

Nora looked up from unbuttoning Nate's shirt, sliding her hands under
his undershirt to feel his smooth, ridged chest, "I don't know, yet - maybe.
We might not have any better opportunity for a while..."

Surprisingly, it was Nate who came up with, "We don' hafta, Babe.
Been plenty of shit gone down tonight. I'm pretty clear 'bout where you're
comin' from..." Turning to Draper, he announced formally, "Draper, this is
my woman. Anybody gives her shit, I'll open up a can of whipass on 'em.
Pass the word!"

"You will not!" Nora admonished. "I won't have you getting yourself
bashed up just because somebody looks at me cross-eyed! I want you in one
piece, you hear me?" She shook him by his shirt.

"Yes, Baby," Nate murmured softly, gazing into her eyes. He looked up
again at Draper, and announced, "Oh, an' I'm pussy-whipped. Officially!"

Draper grinned, and Tenisha tittered. "Its okay, Nora," she related,
"Nate was just announcing in his way that you two have a relationship!"

"Yo, Nate! Me, too! You don' think we're gonna have to take up
knittin' or some such, do ya?" Draper laughed. Tenisha tittered again while
punching him on the shoulder.

Nate chuckled, "Good feelin' ain't it?" He squeezed Nora to him.

"Yeah," Draper gathered Tenisha in for a kiss.

When they broke, Tenisha murmured, "I don't feel safe enough to think
about f-fucking in THIS house, but I CAN get out of this dress - and maybe
do what Nora did for Nate..."

Draper shook his head, "Naw - the dress, maybe, but I'm okay - don'
worry about the other thing. We'll get to that stuff another time, when you
feel a little safer." He pulled her in for another kiss.