Claudette did as she was told; trepidation kept her from asking why. "Bend forward some and wiggle again," Ted prompted, and Claudette did so, clumsily because she was in danger of overbalancing. Ted picked up the question in her glance. "I'm looking for evidence that they're fake -- are they?"
"No!" Claudette managed to project outrage. "They're all me!"
Ted grinned -- he'd needled her successfully again. "Well, you're so full of shit that I don't figure I can take anything for granted... Turn around and show me the back side."
Claudette did as she was told, but she was getting back some capability to offer a challenge. "Ted, why are you doing this?"
"I TOLD you!" Ted replied. "I'm doing a credit check. I'm looking to see if what you bring to the table is worth my time! If it isn't, I walk, and your plan to show the world that Rob was dependent on YOU and not vice-versa goes in the crapper. If it is, then we work out just how expensive my assistance is going be to you, and you start making payments."
Claudette eyed him nervously over her shoulder. "What kind of payments?"
Ted reached out and rubbed Claudette's ass. "That's a fair question. I think I've already told you most of it; basically, if it's worth it to you to show Rob up, it's going to have to be worth it to you to actually put out the effort to HAVE a relationship with me, not just fake one. Naturally, that means you're gonna have to try to keep me happy and believing that you have some commitment to me --and for THAT, we're off to a rough start!" He swatted Claudette's ass, hard.
"Ow!" Claudette managed to transmit a look of pain and betrayal. "Please don't do that!"
Ted took a shot at her other ass cheek. "I will do as I please -- and you'll like it, understand?"
"Ouch! Yes, Ted."
"Better." Ted stood up. "Turn around and put your front end on the chair seat." He stepped around her. "Hurry up!"
Claudette did as she was told -- it was too late not to, anyway -- watching him fearfully over her shoulder. "Ted, umm, you're not..."
"I wouldn't give me ideas, if I were you!" Ted warned. "Raise your ass! Put your chest on the chair, there... now spread your legs!" Ted squatted behind her, waiting while she reluctantly widened her stance. Putting one hand on her ass, he leaned in to examine Claudette's holes closely. The camel toe of her compact twat sat below the little pink, wrinkled bud of her asshole, making a delightful picture... Ted ran his finger around the ring, watching as well as feeling her flinch and clench before dragging his finger down into her slit. Claudette had amazingly thick outer lips for a fairly slim, athletic girl; Ted usually saw twats like this on chunkier stock. Darla Jean, for instance, hadn't had much in the way of outer labia, but had thin, rubbery inner ones -- and Ted had more or less expected to see similar on Claudette, given their relatively similar builds. Claudette's twat began to swell and the lips opened as Ted dragged his finger up and down in her slit, exposing her pink interior and vestigial inner lips.
Claudette lay across the chair, quivering. She couldn't SEE what Ted was doing, but she could certainly FEEL it! First, he'd played with her heiny, making her clench up, and now he was messing with her cookie again! She closed her eyes, afraid to look at Ted for fear she would see his amusement at her embarrassment; she KNEW she was opening up down there and getting wet... Little Beast was unchained, dancing around in anticipation; Ted was running his fingers over her bump again, and the itchy urgency in her was becoming maddening...
Ted was somewhat amazed. Despite everything -- cold, fear, embarrassment, nudity, crude fingers in her twat -- Claudette was wiggling her ass! And it wasn't to get away, either -- when his touch got lighter, she backed up! He fingered her clit -- a decent, pea-sized item peeking out of its hood -- and got a gasp and a muffled grunt! How in Hell had Rob failed to put the meat to this little bitch? With a little thought, the answer became obvious; Claudette was adept at working people, including Rob. As long as she kept him at arm's length, he was never gonna know... More rubbing elicited more grunting -- and more finger-chasing. In the chair seat, Claudette lay with her eyes closed -- and a flush that didn't look like embarrassment, especially when you added in the distended nostrils! "You're cherry, right?" Ted confirmed.
"Cherry?" Claudette opened a glazed eye.
"A virgin," Ted amplified.
"Of course!" Claudette managed to project wounded dignity. "Will I be in an hour?"
"That's not as clear as it was..." Sticking his dick in her was looking more and more inviting to Ted.
"No, please!" Claudette gasped, "I REALLY need to stay a virgin! Mom will KILL me!"
"Raise up!" Ted directed, hauling on Claudette's arms from behind. Claudette did as she was told and resumed a vertical position -- but she was seriously missing Ted's fingers! Ted circled around and sat for a moment, then pulled Claudette's head toward him -- not enough to unbalance her, just enough so that when he leaned forward, they were eye to eye. "Okay, you pass the appearance tests; now we're getting to the performance part of the exam. Now before you start yammering about your virginity, I want you to listen to me; if you do, some of your questions will be answered, and you might avoid pissing me off! Understand?"
"Um, yes, Ted." Claudette nodded, a model of compliance.
"Okay. There are two scenarios here. Scenario one is that you fuck around and act up, say and do stupid shit and piss me off. If that happens, anything goes -- I've got nothing to lose, so you'll end up fucked up at the very least! Understand?"
Claudette nodded. Ted had a short fuse, just like Mom. The same rules applied to him that applied to her -- not that Ted knew that...
"Scenario two says you're a good girl, and do what I tell you and genuinely try to make me happy. That being the case, I'm going to want to keep you around, so you can continue to do things that make me happy. You'll be, like, a renewable resource, get it? In return, I'll need to do stuff occasionally that makes YOU happy -- like being your perfect escort in public. If you're REALLY good, I have a few ideas for making our private time something you look forward to, too! Understand?"
Claudette was almost cross-eyed, they were so close. "I--I think so..." she answered, nodding.
"Okay." Ted pushed her back on her haunches and stood up, straddling her, tilting her head up by the handful of hair he was holding at the back of her head. "Now. Remember earlier when I mentioned that there are things you can do to keep your man happy without losing your virginity?"
Claudette blinked. Had he said anything like that? He must have... Yes, he did! "Uh huh."
"Okay, then. You're going to learn to do one of them now." He squatted down a bit and got in her face again, holding her head in place with that hand in her hair, "Now when we get started, I figure you're gonna freak, so I'm gonna go over this REAL SLOW and try to be REAL CLEAR! You can do this my way -- and if you do, I'll be considerate of your comfort to an extent and I'll try not to make it TOO miserable. On the other hand, you can freak out totally -- in which case, I'll be a LOT rougher! And, frankly, if shit goes downhill too far, losing your cherry is gonna be a minor issue! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Claudette gulped. "Yes, Ted!" Gawd, he was just like Mom when he got worked up...
"Good." Ted stood up, and his voice became conversational. "Tonight, you're gonna learn all about giving a guy a blow job..." He started undoing his trousers.
"What?" Claudette leaned back, gaped, and started to back away.
SLAP! She never saw it coming, but Ted rocked her. "I TOLD you that you would probably freak..." Claudette was still seeing stars when he re-collected her hair to keep her from moving away. He cranked her head back again. "Are you back with me?"
"I-- A blow job?" Claudette gasped -- but she wasn't moving. She merely gazed up at Ted incredulously.
Ted shook his head. "You and vocabulary. How about if I call it 'giving head'?"
"Ted, I can't. I--I..."
"Well, it IS clear that you never have!" Ted grunted. "But you're going to learn, and you're going to learn tonight! Understand?"
"No, I can't..." Suddenly, it felt like Ted was going to pull half of her hair out! "AAAAAUGH!"
Ted was down in her face again, and his expression was just mean! "You can and you WILL, one way or the other! You have two choices -- you can make an honest effort to blow me -- or I'll slap the piss out of you and use your face for a fuck hole, then roll you over and take your cherry and finish up in your ass! You get me?"
"Y--yes, Ted!"
"Now shut up! From now on, 'no' is not in your vocabulary -- not when you deal with me! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ted!"
Ted let go of her hair, but Claudette knew better than to move as he worked his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes in the process. That left his boxers, and they were tented; Ted was having a Hell of a time working the Ice Princess over! Flicking them down over his thighs, he let them drop to his ankles and kicked out, deliberately waving his erection right in Claudette's face. Taking it in his hand, he menaced her with it. "This is a cock -- or a dick, or prick, or man-meat, dork, Johnson -- whatever. You would probably call it a penis, but I call it a cock. Why? Because nobody ever called a person who does what you're going to do now a penis-sucker..." Claudette had instinctively looked away, so Ted took another handful of her hair and re-oriented her. "Open your eyes and get a good look, because you're gonna get REAL friendly!" Claudette looked up at him, blinking watery eyes; Ted shook his head, rolling his eyes before directing them at his crotch, "It's down there..."
Claudette surrendered and took a look, grimacing. "It looks like a snake!" It did -- a big, pinkish snake with a purplish head...
Ted snorted laughter. "Weird Willie, the one-eyed wonder worm! Give him a kiss, Sweetie -- you're gonna make it up to him for being kicked out of the Garden of Eden..."
Claudette eyed the... thing... sticking up from Ted's crotch. He COULDN'T be SERIOUS! He wanted her to SUCK that? But his hand in her hair was driving her forward... "Okay, okay! Let me..."
"What?" Ted was running out of patience.
"Well, get used to it..."
"Pick up the pace!"
Claudette leaned in close and smelled it. Musky. Kind of interesting, though... Down a bit... The smell got stronger as she got closer to his body. Suddenly, she over-balanced, flopping over head-first into his crotch!
"What the fuck!" Ted started hauling on her hair.
"Ow! Ow! Wait!" Claudette howled.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I fell, okay? Don't rip my head off! Give me a second!" Claudette inhaled -- and her nose was right across the root of his member. Wow! Something about that smell...
Ted was about to jack her back up by her hair when Claudette's tongue came out and started washing the base of his cock and his balls. "That's, uh, not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm gonna let you run with it..." he murmured distantly, letting up on her hair. Nobody had ever really gotten in there and messed with his balls or the hair at the root of his cock -- it was all new -- and pretty cool, too!
Claudette was distantly amazed at herself, but the smell of Ted's crotch gave her this buzz... Suddenly, the whole thing wasn't so bad! He tasted kind of nice, too -- weird, but nice... She started trying to lick up the shaft, but she couldn't get up... "I'm stuck..."
Since she was being a good girl, Ted lifted her by the shoulders. "Not so bad, huh?"
"Uh uh." Claudette extended her neck so she could get a lap at his glans. "Can you scoot up or something? I can't get at it..." Suddenly, it was urgent that she suck this thing -- lick it -- whatever. The feelings that washed over her when she smelled Ted's musk -- just wild! She felt energized -- free! Free to do what he wanted her to do, free of any worry about what someone might say. Suddenly, that wasn't important; what WAS important was enjoying the feelings that Ted's aura imparted...
Ted was somewhat confused. He'd expected that getting Claudette to actually graduate to cock sucking was going to take a bit more time -- and a LOT more abuse! Instead, here she was, lapping at the underside of his cock and asking, "What do you want me to do?"
"For now, pretend it's a lollypop -- no teeth!" Ted directed, before curiosity got the better of him. "What happened? Why did you change your tune?"
Claudette stopped lapping, screwed up her face in thought, and shrugged. "Smells good." Then she engulfed the head.
"Ooookaaay..." Smell? He was half expecting to hear that his cock smelled gross! Instead, she was all over it! Maybe... What were those things a body gave off -- some kind of triggers? Pheromones! That HAD to be it! His smell made Claudette hot! Weird, but it gave them something real in common -- which was better that just the blackmail pics he was going to take... And she was certainly sucking!
Claudette was, too! Ted's... cock... tasted, well, great! She couldn't explain it, but the texture was nice, and the taste was nice -- and the SMELL was CERTAINLY nice! It all seemed so... natural. What else was going on? Claudette thought about it, vaguely, sucking the spongy tip of Ted's cock. Why did she feel so free? She wasn't... conflicted... Little Beast was gone -- or something... No, she was there -- they just weren't fighting... Thank God she was kneeling -- her cookie was becoming a sloppy mess, and it itched and burned and tingled...
Ted was busy re-evaluating. Claudette was fighting him not at all -- something unexpected, to say the least! She seemed to be perfectly happy doing lollypop-time on the head of his dick -- which was a source of total amazement to him. Well, time to up the ante... "Okay, now, cock sucking is all about pretending that your mouth is a talented pussy. When a guy fucks, he runs his dick in an out of your pussy. That does things for you and things for him. Cock sucking is all about doing for him; you want to take it as deep as you can, then back all the way off, with your lips tight and your tongue working. Sucking is good, but sucking really hard isn't, because it causes too much friction and you tend to mash his cock against the harder places in your mouth. Pussies don't have hard places; the hardest place nearby is your pubic bone, and it's kinda padded. Understand?"
"Ugm huh," Claudette mumbled around his glans. She'd been all attention during the instruction.
"Okay, try it." Ted still had his hand in her hair at the back of her head, but Claudette apparently needed no encouragement at all -- she immediately started vacuuming her way up his shaft... "Breathe through your nose," Ted hissed. "Real sluts learn to take it right down their throat, but I don't expect anything like that tonight..." Actually, if she had fought him, he'd have used her mouth and throat for a fuck hole and would have enjoyed it -- but her willing cooperation was forcing him to take another path... "Back all the way to the tip. At the very least, you want to run your lips over the ridge, because the area just behind the ridge is REALLY sensitive! Okay, bring it back. Long-stroke it; remember, you're fucking me with your mouth..." Ted had to admit that Claudette was being a real trouper -- AND she was doing a real fine job!
Claudette really didn't need any encouragement to go deep; that got her nose into his pubes, and she LOVED that! Licking his hard shaft, tasting the goo that was coming out of the tip -- these were all well worth the effort. She rode her lips up and down the shaft a half-dozen times, going as deep as she could, nearly gagging to get in there close. But there were questions, and there were issues...
She released his tip with a pop. "Can I ask a question?"
"Uhm, yeah..." DAMN, this was good! She was back on him before he had time to react, too...
She went three before asking, "What's the stuff you're dripping?"
"Huh? Oh. It's generally called pre-cum. I think it's a lubricant, primarily."
Claudette went a few more strokes. "Can I have my hands?"
"What?" Ted was instantly tense.
"No, no! Wait! Listen!" Claudette dived back onto him, obviously highly motivated. After four more lavings of his shaft, she came up for air and speech again, "I'm having trouble staying balanced!" Back on, for three. "I could hurt you -- or me!" On for four. "Put a rope around my feet -- or my neck, if you want!" On for three. "I'll be good! I want your... stuff..."
Tim didn't know which should come first -- confusion, or suspicion! She WANTED him to jizz? "In your mouth? You're gonna get it in a couple of minutes, anyway, the way you're going..."
"Really?" Claudette's eyes lit up. "Cool!" She dove on him twice, then turned on the charm, "Please! I want to try the throat thing, but I need control..."
Ted's amazement knew no bounds! But he knew better than to get TOO cocky. "I want a picture first -- with your hands behind you so the rope doesn't show."
Claudette wasn't happy with this; she paused, lipping his glans while she thought about it. Backing off, she whined, "A picture? Why?"
"You KNOW why! Blackmail material! My insurance policy that you don't dash off and yell rape!"
"Oh." Claudette absorbed his cock twice while she thought about it, then insisted, "You don't need it for this -- you can have this anytime you want it..."
"That's... good to hear..." 'EXTREMELY good!' Ted added to himself. It was getting hard to think... "But things are kinda out there, right now. I can't REALLY take your word for it that everything is hunky-dory. Since you got silly on me, I've slapped you around some, made you get naked -- all kinds of shit that could get me in trouble unless I have an insurance policy..."
Claudette grimaced. "But if pictures get out, I'm screwed..."
"Riiight. That's my lever."
"But you could just show them for spite..."
She was right, of course. "That's why you need to be sure and keep up you payments..."
"Think you can cum twice? Maybe I can get ahead..." Claudette smiled engagingly for a moment before recapturing his glans.
This was out of hand... "What if I want something else?"
Claudette released his cock, leaned forward and buried her nose in his pubic hair. She inhaled deeply; calm suffused her. "You're in charge, Ted. I'm sure that whatever you want, you'll get..." She started laving his balls with her tongue. Thirty minutes ago, the suggestion that she do something like that would have caused Claudette to rant shrilly that Ted was insane -- but now she really, REALLY wanted to...
... And it tickled like mad and was VERY arousing. Ted wondered vaguely if this mindset of hers extended to rim jobs -- she was DAMNED close, at this point! He shook his head to clear it. "I want a picture of you sucking my cock!"
"Yes, Ted," Claudette mumbled into his crotch. So he had a picture of her being a cock sucker -- so what? Did it matter? It was true...
Ted, rattled by Claudette's compliance, dug in a pocket of the folding chair for the digital camera he kept there -- usually for fishing trips and such, but tonight he was trolling for bigger game... "Okay, let's do it!"
Claudette backed off. "Will you undo my hands after?"
"You're gonna get the neck rope."
"Okay." She leaned forward and cradled his glans on her tongue, "How'th thith?"
"Uh, yeah. Look at the camera!" Ted snapped the shot. Whatever he had that was doing this to Claudette, he needed to bottle it! "Okay, get a mouthful..." Claudette did as she was told, and the camera flashed again. Ted shifted to display mode to see what he'd gotten, his fingers clumsy because Claudette had put her mouth in gear again. The first picture was better than he imagined; where did Claudette get that hot-eyed look? The second left Ted ambivalent; Claudette had closed her eyes -- but she was visibly smiling around a mouthful of cock meat! "I want another one," he croaked, finally. "You closed your eyes."
"Thowwy." Claudette obediently endured the flash, then sucked while Ted fumbled with the camera. "Kay?"
"Yeah." This one had it all -- the hot eyes, the smile, and something else, something servile... Hell it was enough to get you to blow a wad in your pants, just looking at it! He put the camera away in the chair pocket with shaking hands; Claudette was learning, moment by moment, which spots on his cock to tickle... Lurching up, he grunted, "Go deep and hold it while I get you untied..." Leaning over her back, he fumbled with the plastic clasp that held the rope tight. 'Here we go, ' he thought, but when he settled back. His hand on the back of Claudette's head to keep her in place, she merely puffed and blew air in and out of her nose and gagged a little. Ted could NOT believe this; if he'd been her, he'd have bit his dick off and taken off running, hoping he'd bleed to death; instead, Claudette just sucked...
He let her up, dropping the loop over her head. "This thing has a quick-release, but it's made to tighten..." He demonstrated; Claudette's face got a little red before he got it loose, and she looked a bit faint before he fumbled it off. "Whew! Based on that, I'd say the thing will cut off the blood to your brain, not just choke you! You're gonna want to be careful!"
Claudette's eyes were big. "You, too, please! I just want to suck your..."
"Cock. For your purposes, it's a cock. And you're a cock sucker."
"Uh huh." Claudette didn't argue. Ted latched the rope collar with a couple of finger-widths of free space; a tug would snug it, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks. "Suck."
Claudette crawled up, put her forearms on the chair on either side of him, cradled his ass in her hands, bent her neck and went to town! "Uuuuhhh! Holy Shit!" Ted erupted.
Claudette looked up, stricken. "Something wrong?"
"No, no! You got something going, there, Baby! Go for it!" Ted gasped.
"Ummmmm!" Claudette dove on her new toy. Ted sat hunched, rigid. Never in his life had he been DEVOURED like this -- it was intense!
It was a bit before he could get beyond the sensations Claudette was causing and take in her efforts; when he did, he noticed that she was choking, regularly. "Swallow!"
"Mmmph?"
"You're trying to get me into your throat, aren't you?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
"When you get it there, swallow. And take it easy, when you try -- right now, I'm hitting the wall back there!" God knew if she hadn't been pounding him against her palate occasionally, he'd have blown his nut already!
Red-faced, panting and blowing, drool all over, Claudette pulled him in. The veins in her neck stood out; she was gagging something awful. Then he watched her swallow -- and her FELT the result! The Ice Queen had taken him into her throat! Who the FUCK would EVER believe THAT! "Wow, Baby -- that's impressive! Don't hurt yourself, now -- that's not something you have to do all the time..." Ted could NOT BELIEVE that he was being solicitous -- but on the other hand, the only way he had ever envisioned Claudette doing deep throat was as a result of him jamming his cock down her croaking throat! This... this took re-evaluation. This required that he start looking seriously at actually being NICE to Claudette! How do you take advantage of someone who GIVES you your wildest fantasies? In the back of his head a voice told him that was STUPID -- it was killing the goose that laid the golden eggs...
Claudette tried two more times in the sixty seconds that elapsed before Ted's balls started to draw up in preparation to blow his nut -- and succeeded once. It looked like she was going to go for three, so Ted forestalled her, "I'm gonna blow in a second! Back off and just give me head..." At this point, he was cradling her blonde locks, not holding a hank of them.
Claudette could feel his urgency; the rod of flesh in her mouth was hardening, the spongy head swelling -- it was one of the most thrilling things she had ever experienced! And then it happened; Ted hunched himself and gave out a strained grunt and his cock surged, pulsed, and spat a flood of thick goo into her mouth! Claudette swallowed, but not before a second blast followed the first! There was a third, but it was already gentler, while still copious, and the fourth and fifth tailed off; after that, Ted's cock pulsed, but it was no longer a delivery system. Claudette savored her mouthful of product, smiling; a lot of people wouldn't like it, but she did. It was Ted, and the taste of it agreed with her, just like his smell...
For Ted, the whole thing had just been incredible! He'd gotten his rocks off before, but never so intensely! He'd always had to keep an eye out for his partner to do something wrong -- to try to escape his power, or try to rip him off. This time, he lost track totally during the eruption; belatedly, he realized that he could have killed Claudette by accident while in the throes of his orgasm! On the other hand, she probably could have bit his dick off and he'd have been unable to react!
Neither had happened, though; Claudette was contentedly suckling his cock head -- something he could just barely stand, after blowing that load -- somehow managing to smile around it... "Uh, that's enough, Honey. It's real sensitive, now."
"Okay." Was that a pout? Claudette pulled back and engaged Ted's eyes. "Any time you want that, you let me know, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Ted agreed distantly. "You really seemed to like that."
"Uh huh," Claudette agreed. "I did -- a lot!" She was basking in the glow of her accomplishment -- Ted had squirted all over the place!
"Come here..." Ted undid the rope. He HAD the pics, after all -- besides, Claudette was -- what? This wasn't the Ice Princess -- it was another, different girl -- one who stood up, smiled, and said, "Want to take some more pictures?"
"Well, yeah, actually..." Shit, if she was gonna stand there... Collecting her blouses, he said, "Hey, you don't need both of these, do you?"
"Huh?" Claudette blinked. "I guess not..."
"Come here, then." Ted separated the pink top from the green one and used it to wipe off Claudette's chin and chest where she was shiny with her own spit. "Might as well take NICE pictures..." Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she seemed to be coming out of her daze, somewhat -- time to get what he could in the way of additional evidence... Fishing in the chair, he came up with the camera, "Okay, smile!"
He got two full-length photos of her, gloriously naked, and a close- up from the tits up -- any one of which was undeniable evidence that he'd melted the Ice Princess. Toward the end, Claudette started frowning, and Ted concluded that whatever high she was on was beginning to fade. "Come on, Honey, let's get you back into your clothes..." Somewhere during the past half-hour, they had both changed. Ted's plans for Claudette had shifted from immediate gratification and eventual demolition to an honest attempt to sustain things -- while covering his ass, of course. "Sweetie" as a nickname went away during that period, because that was the nickname Ted always applied to his victims. Claudette was no longer quite that; in fact, to a certain extent, he was responsible for her continued well-being, if he wanted to continue using her. He needed to go ahead and help her with her little popularity projects (not that he gave a shit about such things), and maybe he even owed her a little something...
Claudette was wrestling her clothing into a wearable condition, looking more and more troubled; obviously, reality was leaking in. Time to put it off a bit; besides, Claudette hadn't earned punishments and she HAD earned rewards! "Leave that for a minute and come over here, Honey." Ted settled onto the blanket with his legs crossed and motioned her over.
"Mom's gonna be worried..." Mom wasn't the only one! Gawd, what had she been doing with Ted? Things had been good, then they'd gone terribly wrong, and Ted had gotten mean -- and then they got better again, largely because she stopped worrying about the small stuff. But it WASN'T small stuff -- It was BIG stuff, and she'd done some crazy things...
This was all going to come back to haunt her... All this went through her mind while she walked over to Ted, who pulled her down beside him. "You okay?" he asked.
"I--I don't know..."
"Shhhhh, relax, lay down on my lap..." Ted murmured. Claudette, still malleable, did as she was told.
Ted had put his undershorts back on, but he wasn't much ahead of Claudette. The head in the lap thing was an experiment...
... And it was successful. Claudette let Ted press her head into his lap more or less against her better judgment -- experience with his violent side had been the clincher. But once there she slowly began to relax. "God, you smell good! Is that after-shave or something? Cologne? Body spray?"
"It's just me." Ted went from rubbing her arm to rubbing her side to cupping her right breast inside two minutes -- all he got was murmurs and wiggles. Blatant nipple play brought gasps. "Remember when I said that if we had a relationship, sometimes I would do things to make you happy?" Ted asked conversationally.
"Mmm hmmm..." Happy like now? Like when he mauled her nipple with his fingers and shooting flashes of pleasure went everywhere? Like the way her cookie was drooling and the nubbin at the top was making her rub her legs together?
"Okay, Honey, you've been real good, and this is one of those times. Roll over on your back... Now spread your legs a bit..." Ted switched hands, using his left to go to work on her left breast while his right headed for her crotch. Christ! She was soaked! Ted ran three fingers up and down between Claudette's legs. Claudette hunched her back and lifted both knees. He was going to need more room; Ted gently extricated himself, settling Claudette's head on the blanket. Claudette moaned, but didn't put up a fuss. Ted put those three fingers to work, massaging Claudette's twat while working her left nipple with his left hand.
"Omigod..." Claudette undulated. She remembered being worried about the future, but Ted had calmed her. Then she got incredibly... aroused... and Ted said he was going to make her happy -- wasn't that nice? And he played with her nipple -- that was nice! -- and her cookie started itching like mad, and Ted started rubbing it. Now it itched worse than ever, but Ted's rubbing it felt SOOO good... "Mmmph... Mmmph... Oh, God..."
Ted smiled. Claudette's wild side was just simply amazing! The Ice Princess was a sex pistol! There was no way was she going to make it to marriage with her cherry! Kneeling over her, he lowered his lips to hers and husked, "Give me a kiss now, Honey! Do a good job! Suck my tongue..." He pressed his lips to hers and they flowered open immediately. He darted his tongue inside and she moaned into his mouth and her tongue started playing tag with his. Meanwhile, she humped his hand more and more furiously. One hand came up to wrap around his neck and the other grabbed his wrist, anchoring it while she thrashed harder and harder!
When Ted got up and moved his crotch away from her nostrils, Claudette began to recover again -- but that was all irrelevant, because she was in the grip of a new stimulus -- one every bit as powerful, if not more so! Ted's hand in her cookie was making promises, promises Claudette wanted fulfilled in the worst way! The kissing -- that wasn't anything she could control -- it seemed to go with everything else... Now, the urgency was mounting -- she knew what was coming in general, but had NO IDEA what it would be like in particular...
"Mmmf... Mmmmf... MMMMF!! MMMMMF!! MMMMMMF!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Claudette screamed into Ted's mouth as
the whirlwind took her. The scream was Little Beast declaring her
freedom, ascending from Claudette's galvanized body and taking her
consciousness with her.