Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 2 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-
hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he
sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a
Confederacy perspective.  This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup...

Keywords: MF MFF FF M+F mf mF exhib humil inc ir group oral anal toys Mdom
Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 2

Beth:

	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?'

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Jack:

	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...

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Beth:

	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...