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 ï>¿Naked by kathrynmburke

   Naked Pt.  03

   Fanny's daughter Deirdre has a close encounter with Cliff.

   Something unexpected happened in early June.  Actually, it wasn't
unexpected to Fanny, or even to Margery; but to Cliff it came as a bit of a
surprise.

   On a lazy Saturday afternoon, the women were sitting in the living room,
leafing through magazines, while Cliff was puttering in the kitchen.  The
front door opened (someone must have had a key) and a young woman burst
into the house.

   "Hi, Mom!" she cried.  "Hi, Aunt Margery!"

   The two sisters got up and each gave a warm hug to the newcomer.  It was
then that Cliff, naked as always, drifted into the living room.

   The young woman gave a shriek and backed away.  "Mom, who on earth is
that?  Why is he naked?"

   Fanny rolled her eyes.  "This is Cliff.  He doesn't like wearing clothes
in the house.  Cliff, let me formally introduce you to my daughter,
Deirdre."

   Cliff's eyes glinted as he smiled broadly.  "You naughty girl, you
didn't tell me you had a daughter."

   "You didn't ask," Fanny said sourly.

   In fact, there were several reasons why Fanny had kept her daughter's
identity concealed from Cliff (and had sworn Margery to secrecy also). 
First, Fanny was a bit ticked off by Deirdre's suggestion that her father's
departure from the household had been at least partly the fault of her
mother.  The idea that anything I'd done could justify my no-good husband
running off with that little slip of a girl!  Second, she wanted to test
Cliff's brazenness to see if he could really endure the withering gaze of a
woman of his own age upon his (admittedly impressive) nudity.

   As for that second point, he seemed to be defying Fanny's expectations.
He calmly approached Deirdre with a hand extended, saying, "Hello, I'm
Cliff."

   Deirdre was having none of him.  "Mom, Jesus!  Get him out of here!  Why
is he even in the house?"

   "Well, dear," Fanny said wearily, "he's pretty much moved in." And he
had: although he had not officially given up his tiny apartment, Cliff was
for all intents and purposes a resident of Fanny's house.

   "Moved in?" Deirdre said incredulously, doing her best to keep her gaze
away from the naked man but also taking little peeks in his direction,
especially in the area of his groin.  "Are you crazy?  What does he do
here?"

   Fanny gave her daughter a look as if she was a moron, but said nothing.

   After a few seconds Deirdre caught on, and her mouth fell open.  "You
-"you're sleeping with him?  Why, he looks barely older than me!"

   "Oh, he's a few years older.  You're twenty-one, and Cliff's
twenty-four."

   "But Mom, that still makes him twenty years younger than you!  Are you
seriously telling me that -""

   "Look, Deirdre, it's not as if I'm going to marry him or anything. 
That's ridiculous, isn't it, Cliff?"

   "I suppose it is," he acknowledged cheerfully.  "No need to worry, my
darling Deirdre, that I'll become your stepfather."

   "Anyway," Fanny added with a certain malevolent glee, "he sleeps with
Margery also."

   At this point Deirdre thought she was going to faint.  Like a lot of
college girls, she was something of a prude -"even more of a prude than her
aunt.  The #MeToo movement hadn't left her unscathed, and she was ever on
the lookout for misbehavior -"especially in matters pertaining to sex
-"from the male of the species.

   But right now, she was looking at all three occupants of the household
as if they'd gone collectively crazy.  "You're telling me that -"that this
person is going to walk around naked all through the house?"

   "That's about the size of it," Fanny said.

   "I gather he puts clothes on when he goes out?"

   "Oh, yes.  He works with me -"or, I should say, he works at the same
place I do.  I'm not his boss, though.  I kind of wish I was." She gave
Cliff an icy glare.

   Deirdre shook her head in despair.  "I think all you people have lost
your minds."

   And with that, she dragged her heavy suitcase up the stairs and
reclaimed the bedroom she occupied when she'd last lived in the house,
three years ago.  It was mostly unused and had been left untouched.  For
the moment, it was her haven of security in the midst of the bizarre
turmoil of what had once been a more or less tranquil household.

   A little later she came down the back stairs into the kitchen, where
Margery was puttering around aimlessly.  The moment Margery saw her niece,
she blushed, knowing that she was in for a stern cross-examination.

   Sure enough, Deirdre came marching up to the older woman and said, "Oh,
Aunt Margery, how could you?"

   "How could I what?" Margery said lamely.

   "How could you" -"Deirdre was almost sputtering with rage -""sleep with
that man?  Both you and Mom sleeping with him!  Are we living in the palace
of Caligula, or what?"

   "He's a very nice young man."

   "Yeah, he's young all right!  He could be your son."

   "I'd have to be an eighteen-year-old mother for him to be my son."

   "That's been known to happen."

   Margery bridled a bit.  "Well, he's not my son.  And he's not Fanny's
son either.  He's just -""

   "Good in bed?"

   The color rose in Margery's face, both from embarrassment and anger. 
"Look, Deirdre, I don't need any lectures from you!"

   Deirdre was almost stunned at her aunt's tone of voice.  The meek, mild
Margery almost never spoke that way.  It was as if a rabbit had delivered a
swift kick in the butt to a coyote.

   "I think," Margery went on resolutely, "he's sweet and tender and
affectionate and -"and just a wonderful man."

   "Don't tell me," Deirdre said in a kind of awe, "you love him?"

   "I don't know!  Maybe I do.  Your mother -"well, she just uses him for
entertainment.  You know, a toyboy."

   "That's boytoy."

   "Whatever.  But he -"he's been very good to me."

   Deirdre couldn't help but be impressed by Margery's sincerity.  She felt
a bit abashed.  And so she changed the subject -"a bit.

   "Can I ask you something?"

   "Certainly."

   "Is he, um, bigger than average?"

   Margery didn't understand.  "Why, no, he's barely taller than me.  So I
guess that makes him a little on the short side for a man."

   "No, Aunt Margery, I didn't mean that.  I meant . . .  his thing."

   Now both aunt and niece were blushing fiercely.  "Oh, that.  Well, yes,
I believe that thing of his is quite a bit bigger than average.  Not that
I've seen very many, you understand!"

   The women fell silent.  Then Margery, puzzled, said: "Haven't you seen
those things yourself?"

   "I've seen one.  At a party."

   "At a party?  How?"

   "Well, the party had gotten pretty wild, and this guy took his thing out
of his pants and -"this girl fell to her knees and sucked on it.  But that
one wasn't as big as Cliff's."

   "That's the only one you've ever seen?" Margery said incredulously.

   "Yes."

   "You're a virgin?"

   Now it was Deirdre's turn to bridle.  "Aunt Margery, I'm only twenty-one
years old.  Is it so strange that I haven't -"you know, had a man put his
thing in me?"

   "But -"but -""

   "I know.  I'm a college girl, and there are lots of boys at college who
no doubt want to put their things in me.  Don't I know it!  You have to
fight them off with a pitchfork sometimes.  But I've been focused on my
studies, and I've worked pretty hard.  My attention has just been
elsewhere."

   "Even I," Margery said dreamily, remembering her past, "lost my
virginity when I was twenty.  And I'm not exactly a -"a -""

   "Don't say it.  Whatever word you were going to use, just don't say it.
I know you're not that sort of woman."

   "Well, it's just -"I mean, you're so beautiful and so desirable . . ."

   "Thank you.  But there'll be plenty of time for that." After an awkward
pause.  "What's it like?"

   "What's what like?"

   "You know . . .  when a man -""

   "Oh, Deirdre," Margery said with a nervous laugh, "if you haven't done
it, there's no way I can describe it to you."

   Deirdre glared at her aunt in frustration.  You're a big help!  "Well, I
guess we'll have to live with this guy hanging around.  Does he really walk
around naked all the time?"

   "Yes -"when he's in the house."

   "Oy vey!  I really can't figure men out sometimes.  Most of the time, in
fact."

   And with that, she marched off.

   But even Deirdre proved to be the living embodiment of the old adage
"You can get used to anything." Over the next few weeks she became
increasingly accustomed to Cliff's nudity, although she couldn't help
letting her eyes roam toward his groin or his bottom on more than one
occasion.  When he was sitting down at a table, his private parts were
concealed, so that he just looked like a guy who'd taken his shirt off.  So
that wasn't so bad.

   What amazed her was that Cliff could go around the house without a
constant hard-on.  Here he was, living in a house with three attractive
females (two of whom he was sleeping with), revealing his assets for them
to see at every moment.  So why didn't he have an erection all the time? 
Instead, he was usually seen with his member flopping more or less flaccid
(but it still looked pretty big!) between his legs.  In fact, Deirdre
didn't think she'd ever seen Cliff with an erection.  Well, maybe once
-"and that time, the sight of it so alarmed her that she got light-headed
and immediately turned around and walked in the other direction.

   And it turned out, much to her surprise, that Cliff proved to be of
assistance to her.

   Deirdre was a science gal -"she was getting a double major in physics
and chemistry, and most of her time was spent in labs or in the science
library poring over books, scientific articles, and whatnot.  But this
meant that her focus on the humanities was not quite what it should be. 
And when she took a required English composition class, she'd failed it
-"well, not quite, but she'd gotten an "Incomplete," meaning that she would
have to work on various lessons over the summer in order to pass.  If she
didn't pass that class, she wouldn't be allowed to graduate.

   So here she was, in the summer between her junior and senior years of
college, struggling with stuff that lowly freshmen were able to handle with
ease!  And it didn't take her long to realize that Cliff, with his mastery
of the English language, might be of use to her.

   Pretty soon they were sitting at the dining table, looking over the
papers that Deirdre had submitted to the bad-tempered old geezer who had
taught the class.  The papers were covered with red marks that
embarrassingly displayed her deficiencies in writing her native language.
Some of the comments didn't even make sense to her.

   "What the hell is a 'dangling participle'?" she'd once exclaimed.  "And
why should it even matter?"

   Cliff proved himself a patient and sympathetic instructor.  He carefully
explained what that grammatical blunder was and went on to say: "You know,
Deirdre, the whole point of language is communication.  If you can't
communicate what you're trying to say in a way that other people can
understand, you might as well not even have a language."

   "Okay, okay, I get that," she said wearily.  "But there are so many
silly rules!"

   "Those rules are always there for a reason.  And once you internalize
those rules, they'll just come naturally to you.  You won't even have to
think about them anymore."

   "If you say so."

   So the upshot was that, starting out with a violent dislike for this
seemingly smug and arrogant exhibitionist, Deirdre found himself actually
liking him.  There was, she concluded, something to what Aunt Margery had
said about him being sweet and nice.

   So what happened that mid-morning in late June wasn't entirely a
surprise.

   After they had all enjoyed a big breakfast cooked (as always) expertly
by Cliff, Fanny had immediately gone into the garden to do some much-needed
weeding and pruning.  Margery tidied up in the kitchen (she found washing
dishes therapeutic, although she couldn't help remembering with a smile
what had happened that time when Cliff had -"well, you know . . .).  Cliff
decided to pop in the shower.  After he'd done that, he'd come out (naked,
of course), continuing to dry himself off as he ambled toward Fanny's
bedroom, where he kept most of his clothes.

   It was as he was passing Deirdre's bedroom, whose door was slightly
open, that he heard her say shyly, "Cliff, could you come in here for a
moment?"

   Cliff stopped, flung the towel over his shoulder (there was, of course,
no thought of covering his midsection), and drifted into the room.

   Deirdre was standing there, next to the bed.  And she was naked.

   The figure she revealed was breathtaking.  She was tall and slender, but
with robust, pear-shaped breasts whose nipples were already erect with
desire.  Swelling hips led to a delta covered with a thick patch of fur;
and as Cliff watched her standing there, legs slightly apart, he noticed a
thin trickle of clear fluid on the inside of her thighs.  And even as she
faced him with a curious mix of boldness and hesitancy, he could see her
luscious, curved bottom seemingly aching for a man's caress.

   "What are you doing, Deirdre?" Cliff asked, his cock suddenly twitching
in anticipation.

   She gave it a quick, vaguely alarmed glance and replied, "I thought you
might -"want me."

   He licked his lips.  She was certainly a scrumptious morsel of
femininity.  But he was already on intimate terms with her mother and aunt.
She did really want to -"?

   He approached her slowly and enfolded her in his arms.  The contact of
bare flesh caused both of them to gasp, as her breasts pressed up against
his chest just as his cock poked her in the belly.  They were almost
exactly the same height, and so it was natural that they would fuse their
lips in a long, slow, tender kiss that expressed the latent affection that
both had been feeling without fully realizing it from the moment they'd
met.

   Deirdre, trying to conceal from him her utter inexperience at
lovemaking, slipped out of his grasp, fell to her knees, and came face to
face with that large organ quivering in front of her nose.  It was pointing
almost straight up, and she had some difficulty pulling it down to her
lips. But when she engulfed it in her mouth, she made the rookie mistake of
taking it in too far, and she gagged almost at once.  She was forced to
pull her head back, a wad of saliva dribbling out between her lips.

   "Oops," she said in embarrassment.

   "Take it easy, Deirdre," Cliff said encouragingly.

   She began again, paying more attention to the task.  Now she began
licking his cock as if it were a long, thick lollipop, finding an
interesting sensation that she didn't expect -"both hardness (the shaft
itself) and incredible softness (the tender, tightly stretched skin). 
She'd heard that a lot of the sensation in this member resides in the tip,
so she focused on licking and sucking it -"and when Cliff responded with
plangent moans, she felt she was gaining valuable experience in the art of
pleasuring a man.

   But after a few minutes he lifted her up, pasted another kiss onto her
lips, and then led her to the bed.  He encouraged her to lie down on her
back, and he arranged himself on top of her, between her legs.  A bit of
fear came over her, as she wasn't sure she was ready to be penetrated just
yet; but he had other things in mind.  He slipped down to her breasts and
paid them the reverent attention they deserved, squeezing and kissing them
and sucking on the nipples so hard that she squealed in delight.  Then he
traced a little path down her chest, stomach, and abdomen with his tongue
until he reached her spread legs, where her dripping sex was creating a
distinctive aroma.  At first he pried open her labia, causing still more
fluid to pour out of her vagina; then he fastened his lips to the whole
area, giving her clitoris some dainty nibbles that caused her to feel
dizzy. It was clear that he was determined to bestow a dose of ecstasy upon
her first, and it wasn't long in coming.

   Deirdre was watching with a kind of incredulous fascination as Cliff
brought on her climax by constant licking while also grabbing her bottom
and squeezing it like a ripe piece of fruit.  Her explosion came faster
than it ever had (having someone else give you an orgasm is so much better
than having to do it yourself!), and her eyes rolled in her head and her
tongue dangled out of her mouth as she gave way to the delirious sensation.
And he nurtured that paroxysm with gentle but constant attention: minute
after minute passed as the waves of pleasure continued to pour over her, in
a way that had never happened before and which she never thought possible.
She was on the brink of crying from her passion when he finally let up and
watched her come down from her high.

   "Oh, goodness me!" she cried between ragged breaths.  "I've never felt
anything like that before!"

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said benevolently.

   Now he climbed back on top of her.  They both knew it was now his turn.

   But as he carefully inserted his cock into her cleft, he was stunned by
the obstacle he encountered.

   "Deirdre," he breathed, "are you telling me -"?"

   "Yes, yes!" she cried desperately.  "I'm a virgin.  Just go on through,
okay?"

   His face registered his feelings: Your wish is my command, but I hope
you know what you're in for.

   She didn't.  As Cliff did burst through that barrier, a sharp, anguished
cry was forced out of Deirdre's throat, and she instinctively clung to him
even tighter as if that might help her get through the ordeal.  He didn't
feel he should go in very far; but the exquisite feel of that untouched
pussy as it clutched his questing member was so transcendent that he
couldn't help going in as far as he could.  Deirdre's eyes bulged and some
strange choking sounds emerged from her as she felt the muscles of her
vagina accommodating themselves for the first time to the male organ.  She
wrapped her legs around his hips, and that brought some relief; but on the
whole, there was such a poignant mingling of pain and pleasure that she
didn't know whether to laugh uproariously or burst into tears.

   Then, suddenly, she realized that she was unconsciously fighting against
the entry of this man into her innermost recesses, and she tried to ease
the tension from her whole body.  That helped some, but now Cliff was
unwittingly pounding her with repeated thrusts while also showering her
face with kisses and using his hands to massage her back and shoulders and
breasts and bottom and everywhere else he could reach.  She lay utterly
passive and submissive as he possessed her; it was totally contrary to her
temperament to behave this way, but she dimly sensed that it would help her
get through the ordeal a little better.

   It had been years since Cliff had had a virgin, and the warmth, wetness,
and tightness of that orifice was too much for him.  It didn't take long
for him to emit an anticipatory grunt and then pour out his essence into
her crevice.  And as Deirdre felt for the first time a man's emission
splashing the walls of her sex, she felt that an unbreakable bond had been
established between this peculiar young man and herself.

   He remained in her for a while after he was finished -"and would have
stayed in longer if she hadn't indicated that he should pull out.  He did
so, rolling off of her and landing on his back next to her.

   As he looked over to her, he saw that she was shaking uncontrollably,
and he couldn't help noticing the little streaks of red leaking out of her
pussy and also covering his own member.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

   With a strangled cry she flung herself on top of him and gave way to the
tears she had bravely withheld up to now.  He just held her close, knowing
that she needed to expel the complex set of emotions she was feeling right
now, not to mention the residual pain of her penetration.  She clutched him
ferociously like a little girl seeking comfort from her beloved father, and
after many minutes she finally settled down.

   Sniffling, she raised her tear-stained face and gazed at him.  "That
hurt a lot more than I expected."

   "I'm so sorry, dear," he said.

   "It's not your fault.  Just what a girl has to go through, I guess."

   "I just didn't expect -""

   "I know.  No one did.  I don't see why it should be such a big deal that
I was still a virgin at twenty-one."

   "You're so beautiful and sweet and wonderful."

   "Thank you, but I wanted to save myself for someone special."

   Cliff was deeply moved.  "I can't tell you honored I am."

   But now practical considerations came to the forefront.

   "I think," he went on, "we'd better get cleaned up."

   He got up from the bed and helped her to her feet.  She was a little
unsteady, so he held onto her tightly as they made their way to the
bathroom.  He had her sit down on the toilet (the lid was down), found a
washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and cleaned up the mix of blood and
fluids (both his and hers) that was leaking out of her vagina.  Then he
mopped up his own member.  Dumping the washcloth in the hamper, he led her
back to the bed for some post-coital cuddling.

   But the unexpected session, occurring while the other members of the
household were blithely unaware of what was going on, caused him to revive
even sooner than usual.

   Deirdre stared at his growing member with excitement, but also alarm.

   "My God," she whispered.  "You -"you want to do it again?"

   "I guess I do."

   "I do too . . .  But Cliff, dear, I'm pretty sore down there.  I'm not
sure I can take it right away.  Could we do something else?"

   That was a loaded question!  Cliff was lying on his back, Deirdre draped
on her side next to him, and he was giving her bottom some further
squeezes. Without thinking he placed a finger in the general direction of
her anus and said:

   "How about if I go in back here?"

   It took her a few seconds to figure out his meaning.  Her jaw dropped
and a look of horror came over her face.

   "Is that what you want to do?" she exclaimed.

   "I was hoping you might be willing to try."

   "Oh, Cliff, it doesn't sound so nice.  Won't it hurt?"

   "It probably will.  But lube will help." And he reached over to the
nightstand and took hold of a little tube of hand lotion.  "This will
work."

   She gazed at the tube as if it was some kind of magic potion.  But then
another thought shot through her mind.

   "Do you -"do that to my mom?" she gasped.

   "Yes."

   "And to Aunt Margery?"

   "Yes."

   "And they . . .  like it?"

   "They seem to.  Your mom had a fair amount of practice from before."

   "You mean . . .  my dad?"

   "Yes."

   "Goodness." She digested all this information like someone learning for
the first time that the earth was round.  "Well, okay," she said with grave
doubts.

   "I'll try to be gentle," he said.

   And at once he began applying the lube to her bottom.  She giggled as he
did so, actually emitting a girlish squeal when he inserted his fingers
into that delicate orifice.  She expected him to ask her to get on her
hands and knees, but he said it was better if she lay down flat on her
stomach.  As he draped his body over hers, she felt a strange sort of
comfort, even though the weight of him was pressing her down a bit.  But
when he tried to insert the tip of his cock into her anus, she writhed and
cried out, "Ow-ow-ow!  That really hurts!"

   "Dear, you mustn't tense up," he said, massaging her bottom to encourage
her to relax those muscles.

   Somehow her brain sent the proper message to her bottom, and she went
boneless.  This allowed him to slip in several inches -"but the sensation
caused her to tighten her sphincter instinctively, so that he had to urge
her once again to relax.  She managed it, and so he forged in about
two-thirds of the way -"which he felt was quite enough.

   As he wrapped his arms around her chest and seized her breasts, nestling
his head next to her own, she felt even more helpless than during her
initial session of vaginal sex.  But again, there was a strange comfort in
that -"and she accepted his increasingly powerful thrusts with unthinking
fortitude that brought home to her the inescapable fact that the male
penetration of the female is a law of nature that can't be negated and
overturned.  In fact, even though this procedure was technically
"unnatural," she never felt more feminine than at that moment, receiving a
man's passion with a sort of unconscious grace and dignity even as his
pounding reached frenetic proportions.

   And when he exploded with his second orgasm, clutching her breasts even
more tightly with one hand while fondling her sex with the other, she
flooded his fingers with the fluid of her own second climax.  Both of them
lay writhing and quivering and moaning and gasping as they exhausted their
passion, remaining fused in body and soul until at last Cliff pulled out
and rolled off of her.

   They were unable to speak for several minutes.  Then, as he looked over
at her, noticing that both of their bodies were covered with sweat, he
said, "Did that hurt?"

   "Yes," she admitted frankly.  "But -"I didn't mind."

   "Maybe you'll get used to it."

   "Maybe."

   "Deirdre," he said, his expression serious, even severe, "I'm going to
have to tell your mother what we've done."

   "Why?"

   "She deserves to know.  I can't conceal this from her."

   She was too tired to argue.  "Okay.  I hope she doesn't get mad at me."

   "I don't think she will."

   And he got up from the bed, first to clean himself up, then to have a
little talk with Fanny.

   He found her in the garden, on her knees digging a hole for a new plant
with a trowel.  He had deigned to put on some boxer briefs, since the back
yard wasn't entirely concealed from neighbors and he didn't care to expose
himself in front of strangers.

   "Working hard?" he said.

   She didn't trouble to reply, just giving him a wry smile.

   Cliff didn't know how to approach the subject at hand; so he decided
just to spill the beans.

   "I just deflowered your daughter," he said evenly.

   Fanny stopped her digging in mid-stride, holding the trowel in the air
as her eyes widened.  She expelled a few heavy breaths as her chest rose
and fell.  Then she resumed digging -"but Cliff sensed that her thrusts
into the ground were a bit more vehement than before.

   "This just happened?" she said.

   "Yes."

   "What brought that on?"

   "She seemed to want it."

   Fanny finally exploded with anger.  "It's no wonder, with you parading
around naked all the time!  What else is going to go through an
impressionable young woman's mind?"

   "She was a virgin."

   Fanny nearly choked.  "Are you sure?"

   "There can hardly be any doubt of it."

   Her face screwed up in incomprehension.  "My daughter a virgin?"

   "It's been known to happen, even at her advanced age."

   A few more thrusts into the ground, and then Fanny tossed the trowel
away and got up stiffly to her feet.  "I'd better go talk to her."

   "Don't be hard on her."

   "I just want to see what's going on."

   And with a venomous look at her lover (who was now, she realized, the
lover of both her sister and her daughter), she strode into the house.

   Fanny found Deirdre sitting pensively on the bed where the dramatic
event had happened.  She had managed to tidy herself up and get dressed,
but otherwise she just peered down at the bedsheet where she had lain -"and
been laid -"only minutes before.  Fanny could smell the heavy scent of sex
in the room.

   Deirdre looked up when her mother entered the room and sat down on one
corner of the bed.  "Hi, Mom."

   "Hello, dear." After a pause: "So . . .  you and Cliff?" She frowned and
thought to herself: Didn't I just have a conversation like this a while
back?

   "Yeah," was all Deirdre could say.  "I hope you don't mind."

   "Oh, it's okay.  May I ask why?"

   Deirdre shrugged.  "I just felt like it."

   "But why with Cliff?  I thought you didn't even like him."

   "I didn't at first.  But he kind of grows on you.  Now I think he's
rather cute."

   "Cute, eh?"

   "He's really not a bad sort."

   "I never said he was."

   There was an awkward silence.  Then Fanny said: "You were really a
virgin?"

   "Jesus, Mom!" Deirdre exploded.  "You make it sound as if I had
smallpox! Why is it so amazing that, at the age of twenty-one, I hadn't let
a guy stuff his dick into my cunt?"

   "Please, Deirdre, watch your language."

   "Oh, to hell with my language!  I just wanted to do it, okay?" She
suddenly choked up.  "I think Cliff's a sweetheart."

   Fanny scowled in disbelief.  "You -"you love him?"

   "Maybe not yet -"but I might someday."

   "I don't know what's gotten into you -"and Margery too, for that matter.
Both of you seem to have fallen for this guy.  Is it just because he struts
around nude everywhere?"

   "Oh, please, Mom!  I'm not that superficial."

   "Well, I guess it's a little more seemly for you to be carrying on with
him than my sister.  At her age!"

   "What about you?  You're older than her."

   "Yes, but Cliff's just an amusement with me."

   "And that's not superficial?"

   "Oh, I'm not saying that it isn't.  Maybe it's just a way of sticking it
to your father for running off with that bimbo who was barely older than
you."

   "Jeez, Mom, now you sound like you're engaging in some kind of revenge
sex."

   "I don't know what it is." Fanny tried to steer the conversation back to
the main point.  "So -"it was okay?  You know, your first time and all
that. Did it hurt?"

   "Of course it hurt.  I knew it would.  Maybe it hurt a little more than
I expected.  I guess I broke down and cried a little bit -"but that wasn't
just from the pain.  It was more the whole business of being -"you know,
poked."

   "You bled?"

   "You really want all the gory details?  Yes, I bled.  But not much."

   "No, it's never very much."

   "Of course," Deirdre went on casually, "the back way took a little more
effort."

   Fanny thought she would fall off the bed.  "The back way?"

   "Yeah, sure.  You know -"here." And she pointed to her bottom.

   "He did that to you?" Fanny spluttered.  "Oh, I'm going to wring his
neck!"

   And she got up with the apparent intent of doing just that.

   "Mom, please!" Deirdre pleaded.  "I didn't want to at first, but he
talked me into it.  He said he does it to you and Aunt Margery all the
time."

   "Not all the time -"just sometimes."

   "Whatever.  But -"it wasn't so bad.  I might get used to it."

   "Oh, so you intend to keep on sleeping with him?"

   "Well, I was hoping to.  You're not saying this should be just a
one-night stand, are you?" She giggled nervously.  "Or is that a
one-morning stand?"

   "Don't be flippant.  Anyway, back to rear entry: I really do want to
kick his butt for doing that to you.  It's -"it's way too advanced for a
virgin."

   "Technically, I wasn't a virgin when he did it to me.  He'd already
entered me the normal way a few minutes earlier."

   "I don't care about that.  He had no business -""

   "Mom, just let it go.  It's over and done with, okay?"

   Fanny sighed heavily.  "All right.  So I guess you want to . . .  take
your turn with him?"

   "I'd like to," Deirdre said in a small voice.

   "Well, there's three of us and one of him.  I suppose we could each have
him twice a week.  How about that?"

   "Sounds good."

   "The seventh day he can rest in peace." Fanny couldn't shake the idea
that she'd had this conversation not long before.  "He's not Superman."

   "Isn't he?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe he is.  If he wants one of us that seventh night,
that's his business."




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