Chapter 2

Frieda insisted that I clock out early and also insisted on doing my make-up -- AND insisted on putting on too much eyeliner. I TOLD her it ruined the effect, but she wouldn't listen... He picked it up right away and probably thought I was a cross between a hooker and a raccoon, but he didn't say anything. I'd loosened my bra a notch and his eyes flickered all over the result, looking hungry -- and, okay, I let him get his fill and I basked in it! I don't get a whole lot of that kind of attention, you know? He got a grip before the whole thing would have been rude and said, "I'm new in town, so you're going to have to show me where things are. Dinner first, or the movie?"

I was surprised; either one would have made my month! Since there was NO WAY I was going to look a gift horse in the mouth, I said, "We would have to rush to get to the movie, but the next show is probably around ten..."

He grinned and said, "I'm a big boy -- Mama lets me stay up late," and I grinned back, wondering what Mom was going to say when I staggered in around midnight for the first time in months...

"So how long have you been in town?" I asked.

His face kind of flickered through a couple of expressions and I realized that I'd hit a nerve somewhere, then he said, "I just got in a day or two ago; I'm staying in a hotel until I can get organized."

The combination of facial expressions and his answer left two or three interpretations. Some girls might have backed off -- okay, a LOT of girls, maybe, given the guy's open face -- but I had a date and by damn I was going on it! I said, "Oh, okay," which was admittedly a lukewarm response, but I didn't go beyond that.

He changed the subject, wanting to know where there was a good restaurant and we put it behind us. I know it probably seems pretty brave of me to just get in his car, what with the negative indications, but well, gee -- I couldn't afford caution, you know? I'm twenty three and I'm fat and I have a speech impediment and if a hot guy asks me to go out I'LL TAKE MY CHANCES, okay?

I shouldn't have taken him to the place I did -- I mean, okay, it's a pickup haven, but we were planning to EAT, not get picked up! It's just that when I go out to eat, I usually go there, with or without my girlfriends, and dream the dream -- and I wasn't thinking. He was, I could tell, and he was being practical about it -- but I'd dragged him there, so I couldn't back down. Besides, the place had a GREAT salad bar, and if you tend to eat like you're dieting...

So we bulled our way inside and the crowd was AWFUL but we managed to get to the hostess -- who was self-absorbed and pretty ditzy and a minor trial to him. But then, while he was mucking with 'Miss It', he just... Well, he slid his hand right over my belly!

I can't describe it, exactly; it was SOOO... Familiar? Not as in the idea that anyone had ever done such a thing to me before, but in that he just took possession, you know? I was TOTALLY shocked -- but a good bit of it was how NATURAL it felt! It COULD have been an invasion -- but it wasn't. He hadn't even done it consciously -- I could tell, because he was still dealing with 'Miss It' -- and irritated.

Then he glanced down at me and took in my look of shock and said "Oops! Sorry!" -- and pulled his hand away -- and I realized that I WANTED that hand, right where it had been... Why wasn't totally clear, but it had something to do with being possessed and protected; besides, it was just my fat ol' belly, for Pete's sake, not my left boob or my crotch! Funny, though, how it made me tingle... I grabbed his hand and pulled it back where it belonged and caressed his arm to let him know I wanted it there and said, "No, it's okay. You surprised me again, that's all."

And he said, "I'm getting good at that. I just didn't want us to get separated in this mess..." -- and I knew it was true and that he had assumed responsibility for my protection without even thinking about it...

I needed to say something to accept his explanation, so I muttered, "Uh huh," then, because it sounded so insipid, I added, "I just didn't expect it -- and, well, I'm fat..."

He looked a little surprised and confused and said, "You're not fat. If I wanted to be rude, I could point out fat all around us, but this isn't fat..." And he rubbed my belly and I got silly, it made me so happy -- but I argued with him, telling him it was -- and that next he would be telling me that my butt wasn't fat, either!

It was a stupid thing to say, because it didn't leave him any decent method of retreat, but he managed anyway, admitting that my butt WAS big, but indicating that he liked it, anyway. I let him escape; it was a stupid place to be and I didn't want to screw up the way things were going. I let him pull me in and wondered if he was REALLY pressing a boner into the crack of my ass -- and I hoped he was, actually.

We spent FOREVER standing around waiting -- I wondered if 'Miss It' wasn't punishing him for being irritated with her -- but I'd have probably stood there until my legs fell off! It was... delicious, the feeling I got from his hands on me! That hand pressed to my belly held my womanhood, maybe even more completely than if he had wrapped both arms around me and held a boob in one hand and my pussy in the other! My womb was under that hand...

Finally, after we'd been seated and brought drinks and ordered food, I found out his name -- Jack Harper. He had all but owned me for almost an hour and I didn't even know his name! He asked me questions and I gushed answers -- but he seemed to be sidestepping certain subjects... By the time I realized that I'd been doing all the talking, it was time to go to the movies.

I spent the whole movie watching him out of the corner of my eye. He was even MORE obvious -- and I REALLY didn't understand how he could be so excited about porky ol' me! He was ALMOST a perfect gentleman; he limited himself to touching my upper arm and shoulder and making it clear that he wanted more but didn't want to overstep... I sat there wishing I had the guts to do something crazy like rub his leg! Then suddenly the movie was over and we were outside going to his car and he LOOKED as unhappy as I FELT! 'Oh, God!' I wailed to myself, 'It isn't OVER, is it?'

So it's way too soon that we're sitting there in my rental car, next to hers at the supermarket. The place is closed, so it is basically just us. I'm giving off big waves of unhappiness, but I didn't have any grip on her. On the other hand, she's not getting out of the car, either -- she just sat there with her head down. After a couple of minutes during which we both made more or less like statues, she murmured, "Whatth wrong?"

After a couple of fits and starts, I got out, "Here we sit -- and things aren't going the way I wanted them to, but..."

"No? What did you want?" she eyed me curiously.

'I wanted to fuck your brains out!' my brain screamed, but I limited myself to, "Well, I wanted to kiss you at least!"

"Well, nobodyth THTOPPING you!" she erupted.

There was something about the tone of her voice -- I don't know exactly what, but control went out the window! I was loose from the seatbelt and draping myself across the center island and had her head in both hands and my tongue bashing her braces trying to get in to play with hers...

And her mouth opened and it was hot and wet and sweet and her tongue was frisky...

When I surfaced, her hands were rubbing my sides and my back under my shirt and mine were under her blouse -- and I realized that I'd probably fondled her titties, even though I wasn't at the moment. Then her mouth chased mine and I lost track of everything else again...

I think it was the parking brake poking a hole in my side that put an end to that kiss. We were both seriously mussed as far as clothing was concerned, even though I didn't remember any conscious effort at it. I settled back into my seat and muttered, "I don't do the back seat of cars."

"Me neither," Beth husked, but she leaned across to lock eyes with me and her expression said that we weren't done as far as she was concerned.

I said, "Let's go to my place."

Beth limited herself to "Okay."

I drove one-handed; the other held hers. I was fifteen again, apparently; we were all puppy-dog romantic, both of us. I couldn't remember things actually going like this, even in my teen years; I hadn't been all that lucky or successful. Dottie and Tina, of course, had been different; it had been all about concluding an on-the-spot contract, an offer of safety in return for ownership and sex slavery -- love had come later. Oh, I loved them, make no mistake about it -- but we didn't start with cuddles and kisses. We started with Tina throwing her top over her head and undoing her bra while she settled to her knees in front of me on a floor littered with bread crumbs and old French fries. She was digging at my fly while Dottie, wearing even less, closed up on her left and waved her somewhat larger titties in my face and said, "Please?" Given that the pair of them offered me more sexual stimulation in thirty seconds than I'd gotten in six months anywhere outside a strip bar, they pretty much got an immediate lock on me... The pair of them had never met before they started double-teaming me; Tina had been counter help and Dottie had been in line for a burger. I don't know what attracted them to me, but I'm pretty sure it's the 'sucker' tattoo in invisible ink on my forehead that certain women seem to be able to read... Of course, it might have just been the simple fact that I was at the head of Tina's line and Dottie was right behind me when the field came on and the jarhead announced, "Okay, ladies, there are four sponsors in this place and I'm in a hurry because I'm trying to set a pickup record! If you want a ride out of here, you'd better get right to displaying the merchandise! Peter Tillottsen, wave an arm! Okay, Jack Harper..." I stopped listening at that point; the minute my hand went up, Tina vaulted the counter. Dottie stepped around to my right, took one look at me, and unzipped her painted-on jeans and started peeling her way out of them kicking her sandals away as she pushed them down.

This was all before Earth First started making pickups seriously dicey, of course. In any case, it was like shooting fish in a barrel -- more for them than for me. I was an easy mark. All in all, though, I don't think any of us were particularly dissatisfied. I made a few minor adjustments to them that made them more seriously eye-candy and they delivered on early promises and we were a family, complete with a toddler and a bun in the oven.

So what the fuck was I doing getting all gushy about a pear shaped chickie with braces and a lisp? As I drove to the hotel, the whole thing wasn't on my mind at all; I was deep in the thrall of the odd attraction that had brought us together -- and so was Beth, apparently, from the way she leaned against me and rubbed my right arm.

Mildly embarrassed, we put ourselves together somewhat in the parking lot, tucking ourselves back in and such before she took my hand and I led her through the lobby to the elevators. Once in the car, she parked herself in front of me and put my hand on her belly for the ride up; that had been a hit, at least... Thanking God that I hadn't had to share a room, I fumbled with the key card, managing to make the damned thing work on the third try, and we were inside the room.

It was just a hotel room; if she was suspicious of me at all, glancing around at the minimalist collection of luggage I had with me should have set off alarms, but we had other fish to fry. I don't remember who led whom to the bed -- suddenly, we were horizontal and I was half on top of her. The only times we broke lip-lock were to remove an article of clothing -- her jean top, my golf shirt, her tank top, her bra... There was a LOOONG hiatus while I mauled a pair of the most incredibly soft titties it had ever been my pleasure to hold, accompanied by some of the most arousing moans and gasps and groans I'd ever heard in my life. Okay, so, they were somewhat saggy; the things that it did for the texture MORE than made up for it, in MY humble opinion!

The hiatus ended when two warm, soft hands defeated the belt, zipper, then waistband of my pants and Beth moaned, "Omigod!" while rubbing the leakage from my rigid meat all over the tip with her thumb. I levered myself up and did this horizontal dance to get my pants and underwear off while she gently rubbed my cock with one hand and cradled my balls with the other. When she let go it was because I was naked and she needed to get out of her jeans -- which took both of us to accomplish -- but when I turned from tossing them off the bed behind me by the ends of the legs, Beth was spread wide on the bed, awaiting my return, and those no-nonsense granny panties were zooming past my head.

I took in her beaver peripherally as I threw myself back down atop her; she was seriously furry, unlike porn stars and concubines, whose pudenda tended to be as smooth as a baby's butt. I locked lips with her again and ground the underside of my cock against her mound; she put her feet flat on the bed and rolled her mons up and I started dry-humping her... Well, actually, it was ANYTHING but dry; my cock was leaking pre-cum and her lower lips popped open and her furrow was dripping wet. I slid my cock back past the sizeable bump of her clitoral hood, then slid forward over it, my knob poking her clit directly as it pushed past; she gasped and moaned and crossed her ankles behind my back. I set up a slow stroke and she went, "Mmmmm!" in my mouth every time I pushed forward. We did this for a very short while before she gave this little whine in the back of her throat and arched herself upward, shuddering, breaking our kiss -- and I raised up to watch her eyes roll up in her head as her ass gyrated under me. I deliberately drew my cock back to the point that I could press it against her clit and she literally danced on it, her ass and hips corkscrewing as she pressed her button against my glans, moaning hoarsely.

Of course, this drove ME to the ragged edge of sanity; when she collapsed after her peak, she was fucking MINE and I was going to get my dick wet! I backed down her slit and seated my knob in her opening by feel and she gasped, "Go thlow -- I've never..."

"What?" I did a pushup and locked eyes with her. "You're a virgin?"

She got this scared look on her face and her ankles snapped themselves crossed behind my ass and she wailed, "Don't THTOP!" She squeezed and my hips snapped -- and it was all over; I'd taken my very first cherry! Her expression flickered for a moment, then she relaxed and lay back -- but her hands on my hips coaxed me forward, deep into her, even as her legs relaxed again. I was in her; the deed was done. I waggled my hips back and forth and pumped short strokes because the lubrication had seemed to let up; when I raised myself to look down at our joining, there was a ring of blood around my cock, visible in the light of the bedside lamp. I took it slow, not wanting to hurt Beth -- but it was an agony of ecstasy; her pussy wrapped itself snugly around my meat, titillating every nerve ending! I wasn't going to last six strokes!

I didn't, either -- and it didn't matter. I hit stroke number four and when I hit bottom, Beth's eyes popped and she went, "UUHHHHHUUUUNNNGH!!!" and hunched herself and her eyes rolled up again! I started to back out automatically, but Beth's pussy suddenly molded itself to Li'l Jack while washing him with a flood of hot fluid and he overloaded and swelled up and blew! I can't describe the wash of pleasure -- it was just AMAZING! Li'l Jack didn't just pump out a thimble full, he went SQUIRRRT! -- about seven times! Every time he did, Beth's pussy made like a snake trying to swallow a goose egg around him and when she squeezed his knob, he would light off again! I shook like a leaf, every nerve in my body lit up with every shock wave... I finally came down from the whole thing and collapsed atop her and started sucking on her sweaty neck, enjoying the aftermath while she relaxed and unkinked around me.

After a minute, she panted, "Wow! That was..." (Okay, she said, "Wow! That wath..." but I'd stopped hearing the lisp consciously, so I'm gonna stop messing around describing it...)

"Yeah," I agreed shakily. I'd blown the king of all nuts! Now, it COULD have been the fact that I'd been rebuilt to handle two women a night at two nuts a pop -- and I hadn't had any in a couple of days. It COULD have just been full balls. It COULD have been a LOT of things, I guess -- but whatever it was, it was part Beth! I struggled up and made to withdraw, and discovered two things -- Li'l Jack was covered in a pearly pink coating of mixed blood and semen that was dripping out of Beth and creating a sizeable puddle -- and he was still rock hard! Not only that, but the mouth of Beth's pussy seemed disinclined to allow Li'l Jack's knob to pass it in an outbound direction! "Big mess here; if you aren't on birth control, you've been bred..."

Okay, it wasn't the nicest thing I've ever said to a woman, but I wasn't all there yet I don't think. Beth just said, "Uhmm..." so I don't think she was, either. I pushed Li'l Jack back inside to the accompaniment of some amazing squishy noises and when I pulled him back another flood of goo popped out around him. This wasn't any teaspoonful -- there was a quarter cup of the stuff making a pancake-sized wet spot under our joining!

About that time I discovered that tugging Li'l Jack's flange against Beth's vaginal ring was pleasurable, so I bounced a few times against it; Beth went "Mmph!" but didn't complain. I rocked forward and Beth gasped, "Still hard..." and her ankles locked behind my ass again. I got the hint and put Li'l Jack back to work.

Beth wasn't terribly verbal; Dottie likes to talk and Tina tends to go, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" but Beth merely gasps and whines a bit and grunts. You can't miss her having an orgasm, though; she clenches up and her eyeballs roll up and her pussy milks you like nobody's business! It happened six times before Li'l Jack gave up and flooded her again. After she lit off the first time and flopped back I pushed her legs up and braced my hands on the backs of her knees, which let me watch her toes curl as she got close to an orgasm. She had the prettiest calves... By the time I was done she was fucked wall-eyed; I collapsed atop her and went straight out, but I'm pretty sure she beat me to it.

I woke up and it was still dark; something was playing a little tune. Beth stirred under me and mumbled, "Phone..." I rolled off and she went hunting for her purse. "Hullo? Momma?" There was an audible blast of outrage from the speaker; I glanced at the clock, which said two-thirty. Beth, contrite, muttered, "I'm sorry, Momma -- I went out with..." Then she turned to me, wide-eyed. "Yes, Momma, I should have..." You could see her mind racing. "We were, uh, drinking, so I couldn't drive..." she lied. "Uh huh, we were a little crazy and I forgot to call... No, I won't... I'm sorry, Momma..." She hung up and blushed the cutest pink, mumbling, "My momma..." After a moment, she said carefully, "I can't go home now, because she doesn't want me driving drunk -- and I told her I was..."

You'd have thought I was planning to put her out in the hall like Fred Flintstone does Dino at night! I said, "Good, you can keep me warm. Give me a minute to find a towel to cover the swimming pool and we can go back to sleep. What time do you need to get up?"

"Nine? I need to go home and change, but I don't go in until eleven-thirty..."

"I have a nine o'clock interview and I need to be fed and presentable beforehand. If we do six we can have breakfast somewhere..."

"That's fine..."

Ten minutes later we were spooned; I had my cock parked along her gooey gash and a handful of incredibly soft titty complete with a rubbery nipple and my nose was being tickled by the little sprigs of hair along her neck. I wondered vaguely how she would explain the sizeable hickey on the left side of her neck to her mother as I drifted off...

So there we were, at the last place in the world I wanted to be -- parked next to my car in the supermarket parking lot! Being there meant the night was over -- and it wasn't SUPPOSED to be, dammit! I sat there in his car with my head down, not wanting to look at him -- not wanting to make the move that would end it all... Jack didn't say anything, either; he seemed to be just... waiting... Finally, I gathered myself and got out, "What's wrong?"

Jack couldn't seem to figure out what he should say; he would start to say something and shut up. Finally, he came out with, "Here we sit -- and things aren't going the way I wanted them to, but..." And his voice trailed off.

That got me wondering; I mean, we really HAD exceeded expectation for a first date, even though I really wasn't satisfied, so I asked, "No? What did you want?"

Jack's eyes got that wild light in them again, but he said, "Well, I wanted to kiss you at least!"

Something in me snapped -- I mean, gee, all he had to do was lean over... I lit off with, "Well, nobody's STOPPING you!"

WOW! The next thing I knew he was bent over the center console of the car and he had my head in both hands and his lips on mine! His tongue poked at my teeth and I opened my mouth and... It was HEAVEN!

His lips against mine and his tongue invading my mouth and daring mine to chase it back into his were my whole world, it seemed, until he backed off, panting, and I discovered his hands under my top -- but mine were under his shirt, caressing his muscular sides... Unwilling to let go, I chased his mouth and caught it, starting another tongue skirmish. We were fencing, or maybe wrapping each other up in tentacles too short to get a grip but long enough to try...

He broke away, settled back in his seat and muttered, "I don't do the back seat of cars."

"Me neither," I husked, but I made VERY sure he knew that I didn't want to stop! I nearly climbed into his lap!

He said, "Let's go to my place."

There was nothing else to do but agree; I couldn't take him home and do what I WANTED to do with him! Momma would FREAK!

He drove one-handed, holding my hand the whole trip. It was a little scary, but it was SO sweet! I leaned against him and rubbed his arm...

The hotel wasn't some dirty old by-the-hour place -- it was a high-rise with a sign out front for a high-end chain. I was pleased, but worried; okay, Jack wasn't a sleaze (although frankly, I wasn't sure I wouldn't put up with that, if I had to), but you didn't live in a place like that for long -- it was too expensive. We got out of the car and tried to make ourselves presentable; I had to get my left boob back into my bra, for one thing. I didn't really remember being felt up, but I remembered when we broke that first kiss his hands were on me -- and mine were on him... I took his hand and let him lead me through the lobby and into the elevator; when the doors closed, I moved around in front of him and backed against him, gathering his hand and putting it on my belly the way it had been in the restaurant. I'd never felt so safe, and the feeling returned immediately then...

The hotel room was just that -- a hotel room -- but it had a king size bed and I wanted nothing more than to roll with Jack on that wide flat surface and be comfortable while we explored one another. Sooner or later Jack would realize what a fat sow he'd collected and the night would be over -- but until then, I was going to immerse myself in the feel of his solid masculinity. Before Jack I'd never experienced how hard a man's musculature is -- how powerful. Girls just don't feel like that (don't ask me how I know... it's too embarrassing...). I probably made a spectacle of myself, leading him to the bed -- but I wanted his hard body against mine SOOO bad! Then his lips were on mine again...

Clothes were in the way; I was happy to take the lead, particularly as I had three garments on my upper torso to his one! Once his shirt was gone, I COULDN'T WAIT to feel his skin against mine! Then my bra was gone and Jack was so cute! He seemed mesmerized by my ugly old saggy boobies -- but I couldn't complain; his hands and his lips were gentle on my flesh and just demanding enough of my nipples to make them feel like lightning was flickering from tip to tip!

I got so aroused that I was without shame -- TOTALLY! I couldn't STAND it! My panties and the crotch of my jeans were soaked and I couldn't contain myself -- I HAD to touch his cock! I just HAD to! If you had told me that I would just go tearing open a guy's pants and reaching into his underwear, I'd have laughed at you -- why? Because I'd have KNOWN I didn't have the guts! But I did it...

It was hard -- rigid -- firm at the core, yet soft along the surface, with HUGE veins bulging here and there. The tip was big and soft and plush and purplish and slick goo was running from his pee hole. I know I made some silly exclamation while I rubbed that goo over the hot tip of that beautiful cock, but I can't tell you what it was. Jack groaned and lurched up and went wild trying to tear his pants the rest of the way off while I held his manhood in one hand. And when they came free, I cuddled the cute wrinkled sac that held what seemed to me to be a pretty substantial pair of balls in the other.

Then he was naked -- and hairy and muscular and beautiful and it was time for me to wiggle my ungodly fat ass out of MY jeans! They were tight and they argued and gripped my bulging butt and I was mortified -- but Jack grabbed them by the ends of the legs and gave this superhuman heave and they slid off -- and I SWEAR they hit the wall! I was so wild that I did this jackknife thing and whisked my panties off and threw them -- and they missed Jack's nose by a couple of inches, if that, but neither of us cared!

I was SOOO far beyond caring about what was prim and proper; I spread myself wide as Jack threw himself atop me and didn't give any thought at all to how slutty it all looked! I was peripherally embarrassed over the jungle of pubic hair growing down there -- I hadn't waxed or trimmed my bush in months -- but Jack's lips were on mine, so he couldn't see the mess, anyway. He ground his cock against me and I tilted my hips up shamelessly making sure he could rub that monster against my clit...

Jack did better than that; he slid his hot probe along my pussy lips, poking it under my clitoral hood and driving it past my clitoris! It was INTENSE! I actually FELT a wash of pussy juice pour out to lube my channel so his cock wouldn't drag as its entire length rolled over my throbbing clit! I couldn't think -- I couldn't breathe -- the next thing I knew I was erupting in a MASSIVE orgasm, out of all control!

I collapsed as if my strings had been cut -- only to feel Jack's cock slide down to rest at my portal! I mustered the energy to gasp out, "Go slow -- I've never..."

Jack freaked; he surged up, bug-eyed and yelped, "What? You're a virgin?"

In that moment, such a fear enveloped me... It was indescribable! NOTHING could be allowed to stop that probe from forcing its way up my channel and making me a woman -- NOTHING! I crossed my ankles behind his butt to keep Jack from backing away and wailed "Don't STOP!" then pressed my crossed ankles against his butt, trying by main force of will to push him into me myself! All the while my brain was clamoring, 'NOW! NOW! NOW!!!'

I wasn't doing it -- he was resisting, successfully -- but then his expression changed and his hips snapped and I felt the tearing pain -- and it was over, and I was overjoyed... Jack wiggled back and forth and his sweet shaft moved in me and he looked down at our joining and I could tell by the little nod he gave that the evidence was there for him to see. Then he began slowly sinking his length into me, boring out my channel as if he was using a pneumatic press. I could feel every vein and ridge; his crown pressing against my folds as it went in, then fighting even harder on the way out! In, out... my center started quivering... In, out... the quiver became a quake... In, out... I suddenly realized that the sensations had become unbearable! In... I erupted! I think I gurgled something or other, but I'm not sure -- all I know is that I went totally rigid and my orgasm knocked me for a loop! I couldn't see, but I could FEEL... I felt Jack's thick cock bulge and spew this long, thick, blast of his seed -- and I FELT it hit my cervix! My pussy convulsed around his sweet shaft and I FELT him do it again! And again! And AGAIN! I think it was six -- maybe seven times! And every time the power of it washed over me, raising me up to a place I'd never been to before...