Chapter 35

Terence spent most of the day just hanging out. Pa was home in the morning, but they didn't talk about Clint OR the girls. Damian came home later, and Terence told him about the night before; Damian's primary concern was over what that might mean for their mother's plans.

Mama popped in magically as soon as Pa pulled out in the afternoon -- but she didn't stay. Terence told her about the evening before, too, at Damian's insistence. Louise didn't seem concerned; she asked him how it had been, etc. Terence related his take on things -- and the fact that Clint might still be leaning more toward the gay thing.

"He'll do what feels right to him," Louise advised. "Are you and Bonita and Brenda gonna support him, no matter what?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You ALL need friends." Louise kissed her son on the cheek and went off to shower -- and in a couple of hours, she was gone. "Don't wait up!" was her parting shot.

Once his mother was gone, Damian announced that he was bringing over Alyssa for the evening, at least. "Why don't you drag Bonita around?" he offered. "Or have you gone over totally to the dark side?" he added, teasing.

"No, Smartass, I haven't," Terence retorted. "That's a good idea. What are you guys gonna do?"

"Watch a little TV, maybe a video -- and I'm gonna fuck her brains out!" Damian grinned.

"Didn't you do that last night?"

"I had to save some for Candace," Damian related. "Alyssa needs my full attention, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah. Bonita needs mine," Terence agreed. "I'll call her."

"Just tell her to get her ass ready -- you're coming!" Damian insisted.

"We don't do it that way," Terence replied. "Oh, she would -- but her folks would get all upset."

"She needs to know she does what you say," Damian groused. "She needs to know she does what WE say!"

"It's covered, Bro -- she knows. But her folks don't, you know? I don't want her old man unhappy."

"Yeah, well..."

"It's cool."

Bonita was overjoyed. "Yes! I will ask, but it will be okay! Will we go out to eat?"

"Dunno." Terence covered the mouthpiece. "Are we going out?" he asked Damian.

Damian shook his head. "Pizza."

"We're ordering in pizza," Terence related.

"Okay. I will wait for you. When will you come?"

"In an hour."

"Okay!" Terence could visualize Bonita almost jumping up and down and clapping; he couldn't help but grin as he hung up.

Bounder's was packed -- Wimpy's had been, too. It WAS Saturday night, after all... Clint wasn't sure they were going to get in, but they managed to make it to the head of the line before the bouncers closed off access because there were too many people in the place for the fire codes. Everyone was going nuts to the beat of some hip-hop tune; Brenda dragged Clint right out onto the jammed dance floor and he pretended he knew what he was doing while she cavorted to the beat. Brenda seemed to glow in the lights -- maybe because they were black lights and she was absolutely ebony, but there was more to it than that. Her eyes flashed and she was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing and rocking. The tube top she wore just accentuated the fact that there wasn't much under it, but her jean skirt at least showed off her ass before exposing those toothpick legs of hers. It didn't matter, though; Clint got caught up in her joy and stumped along as best he could, grinning like a fool. Twenty minutes on the floor and sweat was pouring off both of them; they staggered from the dance floor and paid ridiculous prices for bottled water that seemed to go down in one gulp. They couldn't find a place to sit Brenda tugged him to the wall and leaned against it, pulling him near to her by the waist. Clint kept them from mingling sweat by bracing his hands against the wall above her head.

"Thank you!" she yelled above the music.

"For what?"

"For this!" She waved at the club. "It's great being out like this!"

"I feel like an elephant out there -- I'm always bashing into somebody!"

"But you do it, anyway..." Her eyes thanked him.

"Yeah."

She leaned up to kiss him, taking him totally by surprise -- but he hung in and accepted it. She had thick, soft lips and a spicy, active tongue and Clint learned a lot about kissing her in under thirty seconds -- including the fact that he liked it. Her eyes glowed as she broke away. "Wow! THAT was nice!"

"Yeah." He leaned in to re-engage. This one was shorter -- but only because someone jostled them.

"Let's dance some more," Brenda said, taking his hand.

"You've got to show me what I'm not doing," Clint insisted, allowing himself to be led.

"You're doing fine," she assured him. She squeezed them back into the flood, to be borne here and there by the music and the flow of the crowd.

They'd gotten there at eight; by ten-thirty, they were sweat-soaked and exhausted. The club's air conditioning couldn't keep up -- it was an oven. Finally, Brenda said, "Enough! I'm melting!" and Clint led her outside into the night air that was barely cooler, it seemed.

"Come on, let's get in the car and turn on the a/c," Clint proposed.

"I stink and I'm drippy -- you'll have to wash the interior!" Brenda objected.

"I'm worse, I think. There are towels in the back seat," Clint replied. "We can go to my house and shower."

"And wait for the washer and dryer to do my clothes?" Brenda asked.

"Yeah." Clint grinned.

"The place must be clean, then."

"Yeah." Clint ducked his head and looked away in embarrassment.

"Let's go."

The air conditioning in Clint's car worked pretty well; they sat on old gym towels that smelled like sweaty Clint, anyway, but at least they soaked up the excess. Brenda almost got a chill before they got out at his modest, single story ranch house.

Once inside, he turned on her, tugging at her tube top. "Gimmee!"

Brenda glanced around, but he obviously wasn't worried that anyone might be there, so she hauled it over her head and tossed it at him, then unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. Clint was fighting clear of his things, too, so she waited for him to be able to appreciate it before she dropped her red French-cut panties, grinning impishly.

Something about her attitude demanded a cuddle -- and Clint had no problem stepping in to deliver it. There was something excitingly coltish about her... He led her to the shower and they took one together -- and it was a time of exploration, not of sex play. Brenda had the most amazing rangy musculature... Her ass said she was a girl, that and her bare pubic mound -- her breasts said she was going to be a girl, some day, but hadn't gotten there yet -- and the rest of her just said 'athlete.' With a towel tucked around her, she helped him load their things in the washer, then allowed him to lead her to his bedroom.

In his bed she was all hot lips and hands that roamed his body as much as his did hers. She fisted his cock and moaned as his fingers dipped into her, but her whispered request was, "Fuck my ass, Clint. Please, Baby?"

"I don't have any lube!"

"Just go slow." Her hot eyes begged.

"Okay..." Clint backed off to set up and she rolled up to present her ass, her legs hauled back; Clint watched in amazement as she actually got them behind her shoulders, one by one! Then she waved him forward and he slid his cock into her mouth while reaching behind him to play with her pucker, which was so incredibly easy to get at in that position. "I don't know HOW you do that!" Clint exclaimed.

Then the moment of truth arrived; she actually held his shaft and helped him press himself into her, her eyes on his. They weren't NEARLY wet enough, so it was slow going -- but she didn't complain and seemed excited. When he was halfway in, she panted, "Okay, see what you can do..." and he moved gingerly in and out sawing, taking a millimeter here and there -- and Brenda rubbed his sides and looked up at him with glazed eyes moaning, "Yes, yes!" and somehow managing to rock herself a bit.

Somehow, without transition, he was delivering full-length strokes, and Brenda was grunting, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" in time to them and scratching his back; he watched her eyes roll up and she wailed, "OGAAAWD! YEEEESSSS!!!" and her belly clenched and juice actually dribbled from her unused pussy -- and the top of Clint's head came off and he pounded and jammed and blasted long pulses of hot jizz into her little round ass!

Panting, Brenda undid her legs; they dropped over Clint's forearms and hung there like they were broken. They and the bed were soaked; Clint looked up at the clock and was amazed; it had seemed to be only a moment, but the clock said they had been at it almost thirty minutes! "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Brenda nodded. "Promise you'll fuck me the regular way, now... my ass can't take THAT again!"

"Sure, Baby," Clint agreed, "I wouldn't miss it!" He released her legs and bored in to kiss her and that consumed their full attention for a time.

The smell got to them, though; stuff that had been inside Brenda had been pumped outside and they and the bed were a smelly mess. The bedclothes hit the laundry, going into the washer as their evening outfits went to the dryer, and they returned to the shower. While they were washing Clint asked her "You came, right?"

"Did I! I squirted! I've NEVER done that!"Brenda exclaimed.

"I was pretty surprised that you liked it..." Clint uttered.

"It's probably weird, but I've always wanted to do that. My ass... I play with it. I don't know why, but I like it -- a lot." She looked up at him coyly, "Is there any difference?"

"Difference?"

"From, say, Terence?"

Clint blinked. "Well, you're pretty limber. Who told you that Terence and I...?"

"Nobody. I was just guessing."

"Well, you're more limber -- that trick with your legs -- that was wild!"

Brenda grinned crookedly. "If you're trying to do yourself with a hairbrush handle..."

Clint snorted. "Well, it was pretty good -- amazing, actually!"

"So we're gonna do it again?"

"Yeah. We might want to do a little prep, first," Clint chuckled.

"Prep?"

"Like an enema."

"Oh," Brenda muttered. "Always wanted to do that. I've tried the little bottles, but..."

"They don't work?"

"No, I just want more."

Clint laughed. "You're one wild chick!"

"Yeah, well, I have my moments," Brenda grinned, then sobered. "I don't get much attention -- and most of what I get isn't positive."

"I don't understand why," Clint shrugged.

"You'd be the first that didn't! I'm skinny, I've got no tits, I'm athletic, I've got this nose..."

"You're muscular, you have a cute ass, you're fun to be around..." Clint retorted.

"But?" Brenda asked.

Clint frowned. "But what?"

"Usually, there's a but," Brenda sighed, "and it all gets wiped out. What's the 'but' this time? Terence?"

Things were suddenly headed for a crash -- and Clint wasn't driving! "There wasn't any 'but' coming! What's wrong, anyway?"

"There has to be!" Brenda wailed. "Things never go right!"

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to be with you! There! I said it! Okay?" Brenda's face crumbled.

"Okay. Why?" He took her hand and led her out from under the shower, gathering up a pair of towels. Brenda used hers to cover her face. Things had been going fine -- what had happened? Clint's caution surfaced. "What does being with me do for you?"

"Besides making me happy? Not a whole lot..."

"I don't get it. Do you need a boyfriend for something?"

"Huh? Like what?"

"I dunno. To be popular?" It had been the Number One item on the minds of a couple of chicks who had sought him out thus far... And it had been the Number One reason he'd bitched them out and put them on the street, too!

Brenda looked at him like he had three heads. "What? Clint, I couldn't be popular if I had a million dollars and huge tits! I'd need a nose job, anyway..." She blinked, realizing where he was headed. "Do YOU need to be dating a particular girl to be popular? Look, if you do, that's all fine -- I'm not interested in yearbook photos and Top Ten lists. You can do whatever with the popular girls -- but can we just hang out somewhere every once in a while? It doesn't have to be public -- I just like being with you. You're the first guy who ever made me feel like a woman."

Clint, having finished drying himself, took Brenda's towel away from her and started drying her. "I don't understand why you picked me to get all excited about."

"I dunno -- spanking me made me hot?" Brenda shook her head as if to clear it. "Clint, I know you don't think much of girls..."

"Sometimes, I don't think you ARE one!" Clint muttered. Brenda looked aghast, but he wasn't looking at her. "Your whole approach to things is different from other girls -- more up-front -- like a guy! I can't think of you as a girl, because you don't act like one! You're special -- one of two people in my life who are special. I can't look at either of you the way I look at guys or girls, because guys and girls are both dangerous, one way or another -- but I feel -- I dunno -- safe, with you!"

Clint's initial comment was like a knife through Brenda's heart -- but when he got to 'special,' the wound healed. "Who's the other special person?" she asked quietly.

"Well, Terence..."

"What will you do about Bonita?"

"Huh?" Clint blinked. "Nothing. Terence and I can't be a couple, although we might manage something more open. Terence has some buttons I can't push -- and I have some that he can't push -- but you can."

"So, what -- I'm Terence with girl parts?"

Clint frowned. "Somehow, I figure that if I answered that question yes, I'd be in big trouble. Let's just say that you and Terence share some qualities that I value. You're different, obviously, but there are things you do alike..."

"So, where are we?"

"We were talking about you being with me."

"Yeah. There was a 'but,'" Brenda muttered, looking away.

"No, actually, there wasn't -- and there isn't. There might be some complications, but if you want to try it, I'm game. And no, we don't have to hide anywhere -- chicks who want to date me so they can be seen with me don't GET to date me!" Clint grabbed Brenda's chin. "But girls who don't care about that crap can be seen with me ANYWHERE!"

Brenda flowed into his arms for a kiss -- and got one -- and backed off as far as Clint's hands on her ass would let her. "Besides," he murmured, "I LOVE your ass! I want to go everywhere with one hand in your shorts!"

"Clint!" But Brenda was laughing. Eyes flashing, she reached into his crotch. "You know what I love? You promised to use this on me..."

"Bedroom is that way..."

Damian had come for Alyssa -- and gone. That happened a lot, lately. Adele knew that Damian could be controlling, but the results in Alyssa more or less forced her approval -- and a little jealousy.

They still had Pietro; Brie was in the other room playing video games or something with him. That doctor had done what the rest of them couldn't -- convinced Brie that she was getting ahead of herself. Unfortunately, that wouldn't last long -- after which Brie would probably earn a reputation as the school slut! For now, though, she'd settled down some... Adele thought about the preparations for Brie's birthday, which she planned for the following Saturday. School started on Wednesday, which would give her an opportunity to decide which ten of her friends got an invitation. Adele didn't like the idea of limiting things like that, but she really didn't have the money for more...

Randy was out -- undoubtedly fucking some girl -- or woman. Being in the club kept Randy busy to the point that Adele worried about his schoolwork when school kicked off next week -- but things had been slower for Adele than she'd been led to believe. After her initiation, she'd participated in a couple of wilder activities -- then there had been that guy Frank -- who was nice enough and delivered great sex, but she didn't feel any connection to. So, for the last couple of weeks, she'd done without... It was funny; she'd gone without for months at a time, and been fine with it -- but once she'd gotten back on the wagon, calling another halt wasn't a pleasant prospect.

The door banged and Adele, who was slowly getting supper together in the kitchen, heard Randy's voice. But there was another, more gravelly voice there, too. Wiping her hands on a dish towel, Adele headed out to see who he'd brought in with him.

"Damn, Boy -- you just walk in like this? What if her old man's around?" Ed hadn't realized that Randy lived there.

"She don't HAVE an old man," Randy replied, missing the point. "Besides, why not?"

Adele surfaced then, coming in to the living room from the kitchen. "Hello," she said to Ed. "Who's this?"

Randy grinned. "Be careful what you wish for -- we just happen to have a member who smokes cigars. Ed, meet Adele. Adele, this is Ed. Show him your bedroom."

"I'm cooking supper..." Adele went into full emergency response. The guy standing next to Randy was probably forty and built like a bear. He was hairy and scruffy and needed a shave AND a haircut. The work shirt was clean, but the pants were stained -- and those boots! Adele, having had Ed just drop out of the sky like that, was repelled. Randy was being INCREDIBLY rude; now she had to get out of this gracefully, somehow... "... and we have young guests. I'm not sure what Randy has told you, Ed, but I'm afraid this isn't a good time for what he's apparently led you to believe might happen here..."

Ed wasn't at all surprised. Just marching into some woman's house and telling her it was time to fuck was a little outlandish. In person, Adele was good looking, for chunky -- and the hooters were apparently real, under that tank top, because she was wearing a serious truss of a bra. But she was giving him a look that he'd seen on the faces of a LOT of women -- a look that said he needed fixing some way -- and it was clear that until he WAS fixed, she wasn't gonna be interested.

Randy, on the other hand, was taking no prisoners. He'd gone out and arranged for Momma to get some dick -- to specification, no less -- and she was going blah, blah, blah and doing what every OTHER woman or girl in the group did -- argue! Randy got angry -- fast. Coming forward, he took his mother by the upper arm and turned her around as if her size -- actually, a bit more than his -- was irrelevant. "Let's talk about this in the kitchen," he rasped, and led her off. Ed scratched his beard a bit and followed.

Brie watched them leave. Pietro, who was deep in his turn of a video game, muttered, "What's up?"

"I don't know, but I think Big Brother and Mama are gonna have a fight."

"He won't hurt her, will he?"

"He never has."

"Who's the old guy?"

"I don't know. Some friend of Big Brother's, I guess."

"Should we do anything?"

"No, they're pretending we're too young to know anything. Let's wait and see what happens."

Conversation had interfered with Pietro's concentration enough that he lost control over what he was doing. "Damn! Your turn." Brie took up the controller.

In the kitchen, Adele shook off her son's arm. "What is all this? Are you nuts?"

"You were bitching about the group not providing you with sex. I'm fixing it," Randy replied firmly.

Adele flashed a look at Ed, then went back at her son. "You can't just wander out and pick up some guy off the street -- no offense -- and plant him in front of me at seven-thirty at night when I have a house full of young kids and say, 'Okay, go fuck!'"

"Yes I can!" Randy retorted angrily. "In the first place, Ed isn't just some guy off the street -- I happen to KNOW he's safe! In the second, Brie knows ALL ABOUT sex -- and I'd be REAL surprised if Pietro didn't, too, given what he's been through! As for timing, fine -- feed him first. Ed could use a home-cooked meal. But you're GOING to fuck him, Momma -- you seem to forget who is in charge around here and who is fuck-meat -- but I don't! How about if I call a couple of the guys over to help remind you?"

"Momma?" Ed blinked. "This is your momma?" Ed took Randy by the arm and pulled him away from the confrontation to hiss, "Seriously -- that's your momma?"

"Yeah, she's my momma," Randy nodded. "But she's just another hard-headed woman."

"Man, I appreciate it, but... are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you want ME to do this?"

"Look, Ed, like I told you -- she's a group member -- and she's SUPPOSED to do as she's told! I may be her son, but all that means is I can't fuck her -- since it would be incest and gross and all that. She STILL answers to me and just like Trish and Tabitha, she fucks who I tell her to!" Randy was working up to a serious rant.

The exchange validated Ed for Adele, somewhat; in the first place, he responded with surprising sensitivity to the fact that she and Randy were related -- and in the second, it appeared that he'd had sex with others in the group -- the younger girls, in fact. Still, this was now more or less about who was boss in her household... "Yes, I'm his mother," she announced. "And this is..."

"This is ME telling YOU to SHUT UP!" Randy roared.

"Jeezus!" Ed grabbed Randy's arm. "Relax! It's okay!"

"No, it ISN'T okay!" Randy ranted, shaking off Ed's arm. "Every member of this family is in the group -- even Brie -- even though she's more or less just a volunteer! But Momma and Sissy have both fucked up, BIG TIME and their ass belongs to any male in the group who fucking wants it! And that VERY CLEARLY includes ME! But every time I tell a female in this group what to do, I get, 'But Randy, blah, blah, blah...' and I have to listen to a bunch of crap. Well it's time EVERYBODY in this house understood that I wear the fucking pants, here!" Randy got right in his mother's face. "I can't fuck you, but I CAN tell you what to do -- and I CAN make your life a living Hell if you don't do what I fucking say! Now cut the shit or I'll ask Toby to make Dirk videos and sell them on the Net for money! Won't THAT be cute? Why don't we get your boyfriend in here to give Ed a demo?"

"Stop! Stop! Okay! Okay!" Bug-eyed with shock, Adele backed down.

Randy grabbed her by the forearm and hauled on her. "Go fuck Ed!"

Ed stood there, looking uncomfortable. "Look, she was talkin' about dinner and the kids..."

"Just excuses," Randy rasped. "And not good enough! If I was to call Brie in here, she'd be sucking your dick before I got the words out -- but Momma has to get all stupid..."

"I'll do it," Adele husked. "I'll suck him."

"Damn straight, you will!" You'll suck him, then you'll feed him, then you'll take him upstairs and you'll fuck him -- understand?"

"Yes, Randy."

"Okay. Get started. I'll go check on the kids." Randy stalked out.

Ed stood there, scratching his head. "What bit him?"

"He doesn't get a lot of respect," Adele said quietly. "I guess it's just coming to a head." She sank to her knees. "I guess I'd better..." She waved at Ed's fly.

"You don't hafta," Ed grunted. "I didn't really figure this was gonna go the way Randy said it would, but I wasn't expectin' World War Three..." He turned. "I oughta hit the street."

Adele reached out and took a rough hand. "That won't help things. If you do that Randy will be even more angry with me -- and, frankly, I don't know what he'll do about it! Besides, he's right -- I'm SUPPOSED to do what men in the group tell me and Randy IS a man in the group..."

"I dunno about man..."

"No, he's a man," Adele husked. "He's frustrated because he's trying to get somebody to recognize the fact -- and I should have been among the first. He's also right about me wanting sex..."

"He needs to cool that temper!"

"He gets that from me -- and if he gets a little respect, he'll calm right down..." She tugged at his hand. "Come here."

"Awright..." Ed turned and moved closer and Adele began working at his belt.

"How does Randy know you?" she asked while she extracted Ed's cock.

"I own a junkyard," Ed related. "Aaahh! Shit, that's good!" Adele's lips slid over his semi-erect cock and her tongue went right to that sensitive spot at the base of the head. "I've been helping them customize that rolling fuck palace of theirs."

"The van?" Adele backed off just long enough to ask.

"Yah."

Randy came back in and was gratified to see his mother finally doing as she was told. "The kids are fine. Lose the top, Momma -- Ed likes titties. I'll go keep watch to make sure they stay where they are." He headed back out.

Adele looked up at Ed for confirmation -- and Ed thought about it for a bit, but he nodded. Adele was busy reassessing Ed -- something easy to do; people tended to move a few points when you knelt before them... Ed had cleaned up before he came over -- that became apparent to Adele more or less on contact, but hadn't been obvious from just looking at him. She'd more or less expected his cock to have steeped in sweat and urine and God knew what -- and it was clean, even under the foreskin. Oddly, it flitted through Adele's mind that it might have been more interesting if it had collected a little goo... He was also being somewhat considerate -- something that he might not have done, given the expectations Randy obviously presented. She backed up and threw her top over her head, then re-engaged with her mouth while reaching behind her to get at her bra's fasteners. Ed wasn't huge, but he wasn't small, either -- Adele discovered that trying to take him deep brought him to the point of just choking her a bit. She leaned in to do it again, shrugging out of her loosened bra, and backed off when he groaned. "Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah, but it might take a while if you just suck. Look, are you sure you wanna do this? I can tell him some damned thing..." Ed muttered.

"No, it's okay." Adele leaned in, lifting his cock to lick at his balls. "Randy has better sense than I do, sometimes. He's right; I asked him to find me someone this morning, more or less, and what do I do when he does it?" She sucked him back in and started moving on him, pumping her mouth on his shaft.

Ed groaned. Maybe it wouldn't take that long, after all... "Well, you probably thought he was scrapin' the bottom of the barrel when you saw me..." He collected a heavy breast in his calloused paw and ran his thumb over the erecting nipple.

He was right, of course -- but that first impression had been misleading. Adele gulped him down a couple of times and backed off to gasp, "I asked him for a man, not a boy -- and I was pretty specific. He did a pretty good job, I think, for short notice. Stupid me, I didn't recognize that at first." She wrapped her lips around the flange of his glans and started rocking her head, licking.

"F--fuck! Where did you learn THAT!" Ed gasped. When she looked like she might stop to answer, he forestalled her, "No, don't stop! I'm close!" Adele kept it up, with an occasional deep dive to change things up, for about forty seconds -- which was all it took to bring Ed's balls to a boil. He took her head in his paws and drove for those moments of intensity as his release became imminent, but didn't choke her -- and let go when his cock did, letting her handle his cum however she liked.

The result pleased something in Adele, surfacing fond memories; Ed's cum tasted smoky. She milked him with her lips and a fist, then rose from the floor, smiling, when it became apparent that he couldn't take any more. "I was married for quite a while -- and my husband loved to have his cock sucked, and didn't mind telling me what felt good. I'll add a plate for dinner, and we'll do as Randy suggested after, if you don't mind." She collected her bra and tank top from the floor, donning the latter and placing the former on the counter. "You can stay in here or have a smoke out on the back porch..." Adele found herself wishing she'd worn a skirt; rough fingers on her clit would feel SOOO good... She did a little wiggle, squeezing her legs together.

Ed, in an unusual flash of sensitivity, caught it. "Itchy?"

"Yes." Adele looked away, embarrassed.

"Can I do anything?"

Thoroughly embarrassed, Adele turned toward the counter and shook her head -- but Ed knew better. Stepping up behind her, he slid a hand under her top to rub her belly and maul a breast. "You sure?" he breathed in her ear.

"Oh, God!" She melted against him. "Play with it... Stick your fingers down there..."

"Be happy to," Ed whispered, and slid his hand under the waistband of Adele's loose shorts and the high-waisted panties beneath, through her pubic curls to the straining bump of flesh below it. Once there, he started rubbing under the hood. "How's that?"

"Oh, fuck!" Adele didn't think about it; she squatted and pressed her ass back against him to give him more room to move. "Fuck!" Her thighs started to shake almost immediately. "So good!" Turning her head, she locked lips with Ed and whimpered into his mouth as her tongue sought his.

She came quickly; it was there already at the start and the powerful urgency rocked her to a peak in mere seconds, one that robbed her legs of strength and flooded Ed's fingers and the gusset of her panties with her juices. Ed supported her while cradling a breast and twisting a nipple until she got her legs under her again. "Thanks!" she gasped, "but I need to cook now." Ed released her and removed his hands, and Adele braced herself on the counter, looking back at him. He got an evil look on his face and brought his gooey hand to his nose and sniffed it...

"Don't you DARE!" Adele howled -- but, of course, he did -- he proceeded to lick his fingers, grinning maliciously while Adele shielded her eyes and looked away. "As if I wasn't embarrassed enough..." she muttered. Inside, however, she was pleased...

"Think I'll take that smoke," Ed announced, and headed for the back door. "Through here, right?"