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The Agreement (MF, Mf, mF, mf m-first, inc, ped)
Frank Downey (fabfour.fan@verizon.net)
***
There is sex in this story, if reading such is illegal
because of age or location, be gone with ye.
This is completely fiction, and a figment of the bizarre
part of my imagination at that. Do not try this at home.
--One--
I met Jenny when we were freshmen in high school. We were
both fifteen. I had just moved into the city, so didn't
know anyone. We both lived close to the high school, and
ended up walking in the same direction for a while, and
she was in a couple of my classes. We became friends
quickly.
I was attracted to her almost at once, but was nervous
about trying anything more than friendship. Jenny was
beautiful-long blond hair, sparking blue eyes, and a body
to die for. She had little dimples in her cheeks when she
smiled. I was smitten.
However, it took me until after the first of the year to
ask her out. It was late January, and I asked her to go
to a movie with me that Friday night. "I was wondering
what you've been waiting for," she said with a laugh, as
she agreed to go.
We had a great time. I held her hand walking to the movie
theater, and she snuggled up to me as we watched the
film. We went for a burger afterwards. It was wonderful.
The only weird thing was that she wouldn't let me walk
her all the way home. She said, "You can't come to my
house until I know you better." That made me a bit
curious. However, she wrapped her arms around me and gave
me a huge kiss after she said it, so I didn't much care.
This went on for a little over a month. We went out every
weekend, seeing a movie, or going to a dance at school,
or something. We went to the mall a couple times. Every
time ended with her making me stop a couple blocks from
her house, and wrapping me up in a hug and a big kiss.
--Two--
March fifth was my sixteenth birthday, which was on a
Saturday. I had a party planned, and Jenny was going to
be there, but we went out, just the two of us, that
Friday night. After the movie, she told me to walk her
home.
"OK, I want to take you to my house. I have to know that
I have your trust, though."
"You know I do," I told her.
"I have my parents' approval to bring you home, because
they want to meet you. Plus, I like you, a whole lot, so
you have to know what you're getting in to."
"What...?"
"Don't say anything. Listen to me. I need your promise.
You're going to see things at my house that you will find
very strange. If you can't deal with that, I understand--
that's why I wanted to find out now, before I really fell
for you. But you have to promise me not to tell a single
soul what you see."
"I promise."
She stopped, and looked at me. "I mean it. This is
important. Lots of people could get into lots of trouble
if this gets out."
"OK. I promise, Jenny."
"Good. This is my house." She walked to the front door,
and led me in.
I walked in the front foyer, not noticing anything
unusual. Then Jenny led me into the living room. I
couldn't help but stare.
There was a woman on the couch, stark naked. Her legs
were spread--and there was a guy with his face buried in
between them! She was moaning, and thrashing around. She
had heard the door close, so she opened her eyes.
"Hello, dear! Tommy, stop for a second." The guy between
her legs pulled out, and I recognized Tommy Pelham. He
was a guy from school, one that I didn't particularly
like, but he was my age! And this woman looked old enough
to be...
"David, this is my mother," Jenny said.
"Hi, David! Nice to finally meet you after hearing about
you for three months!"
"Uh, nice to meet you too, Mrs. Keltner."
She laughed. She had a very pleasant laugh. "Jenny didn't
warn you, did she?"
"Not about anything specific, no."
"I thought so. You blush wonderfully." That made me blush
more. "Don't worry about it. Jenny will explain. Enjoy
yourself." And she pulled Tommy back between her legs.
"C'mon," Jenny said, taking my hand. She led me to the
kitchen. There we found a man, naked, standing behind a
woman, naked, who was bent over the kitchen table.
"Dad, hold up a minute!" The man stopped his movement
towards the woman. "This is David," Jenny said.
"Nice to meet you." He just waved. "He's sworn to
secrecy?" he asked Jenny.
"Yes," Jenny said.
"People could go to jail if this gets out, David. We've
had outsiders before, but we have to be cautious. Jenny
likes you a lot, though, so her mother and I consented to
let you know what her family life was like. This is all
consensual. Jenny will explain more, I'm sure. But this
is a closely guarded secret." His voice was kind but
stern, which was rather incongruous coming from a stark-
naked man with an equally stark-naked woman bent over
waiting for him. I understood, though, that this could
never get out.
"I understand, sir. I need Jenny to tell me more about
this, but I don't want to hurt her, ever, for any
reason."
He smiled. "Good. Enjoy yourself." And, with that, he
gripped his cock and started to enter the woman.
Jenny smiled at me, then took my hand and led me out of
the kitchen. She went to the staircase, and led me up. We
walked past a bedroom, with the door open, and heard
moaning inside. Jenny peeked in, then motioned me. I saw
an older guy and a girl younger than Jenny going at it.
The girl was on her back, spread eagled, as the guy
pumped in and out of her.
"That's my older brother Eric. He's 22. And that's my
little sister Melissa. She's 13."
Brothers and sisters? 13 year olds getting laid? What had
I stumbled into?
Jenny grabbed my hand again, and led me into the next
bedroom. "This is mine." She sat on the bed, and motioned
for me to sit on it, too. "So, how shocked are you?" she
asked me with a twinkle in her eye.
"Uh, very."
"It's us and the Pelhams. They live next door, you know.
Our families all have sex together, and with each other.
You just saw my brother Eric, right? He took my virginity
when I was 11."
"My God."
"Yeah, most of the world thinks it's wrong, or sick. For
us, it's normal. I've had sex with every male member of
my family, and of the Pelhams." She giggled. "And some of
the female ones, too. It's all voluntary. When we're
thirteen, we have to sign The Agreement, but there's ways
to get out of that, and exceptions to it, too. My sister
Vicki, she's twenty, she got out of it for three years."
"The Agreement?" I asked.
"It's sort of a contract. It governs our behavior in the
two family unit. For instance, only in certain instances
can I turn down sex, with any member of the two
families."
"You have to have sex?"
"Well, some of the instances are pretty broad. My room is
my own space. You have to be invited in here. If I'm in
here, I'm not 'fair game.'" She giggled. "Of course,
getting here is sometimes an adventure."
"But, what if there's one person, or a couple, that you
just don't want to go to bed with?"
Her eyes got a little clouded over at that. "I'm not
allowed to do that. We're a collective."
"Oh." I was overwhelmed. "What about sex with people
outside of the Agreement?"
"Allowed. Encouraged. Given wide berth when it comes to
the Agreement--nobody was allowed to approach me today,
because I was bringing an outsider in. It has to be done
here, though. I have complete privacy in this room, but,
I couldn't, like, go to your house. It has to be done in
this house, or in the Pelham's, but I don't have my own
room over there."
Light suddenly dawned. "You mean..you brought me here
because..."
She giggled. "Yes, I brought you here because I want you
to fuck me silly."
--Three--
This was completely unexpected. I had never even done
more than kiss her. And now she wanted me to...to...
I was a virgin.
"You're blushing!" She noticed. "You're not a virgin, are
you?"
"No." I lied. I didn't feel like admitting it to someone
that had lost her virginity at eleven. But I hedged it,
because she could tell I was nervous. "I'm not that
experienced, though."
"That's OK." She leaned over to me and kissed me. "I
don't mind." She kissed me again, while rubbing her hands
up and down my chest. "I've been told that, well, I'm
rather easy to satisfy." She giggled.
I sat for a minute, to clear my mind. Not only was I a
virgin, I was completely inexperienced. When I took off
her shirt, that would be the first time I ever saw..well,
you know. I had to think. I had been prepared for this, I
needed to remember my lessons. If I did, she'd probably
not guess just how inexperienced I really was.
Y'see, my parents are kind of weird. Dad, especially. The
sex education I got at home, most kids would have begged
for. I didn't just get the mechanics, plus all the
warnings about diseases and pregnancy. My Dad made sure I
learned what sex was really like. I got instructional
videos and everything. Dad told me that, his first couple
of times, he didn't know how to please a woman and that,
because of that, they were disasters.
He had to figure out how to please a woman by himself. He
didn't want that to happen to me. He thought it was
important. "If you decide you're going to have sex, do it
right," he said. It was very tolerant and open--
especially considering my younger sister, who was 12, was
starting to get the same kind of thing--but, like I said,
a bit weird.
Of course, I was sitting here with a girl who had been to
bed with every member of two families, one of them her
own, so who was I to judge weird?
And she was waiting for me. I reached over, and started
pulling on the bottom of her shirt. She helped me. I got
the bra off, myself.
She took my breath away. Her tits were... perfect.
I touched them. I gripped one with one hand, while I
played with the nipple on the other one with the other
hand, desperately trying to remember those instructional
videos. It seemed to be working, because she was all red,
and gasping.
After a while of this, she reached out for my shirt. I
disengaged so she could slip it off. And then she went
for my pants. I helped her get them off. How I even had
the wherewithal to do that I couldn't tell you. The next
thing I knew, her hand was on my dick.
Oh my God.
"Oooh, very nice," she giggled, as she ran her hand up
and down it. Boy, did it feel a lot better than my hand.
And if she kept it up, she was going to find out just how
inexperienced I was. Cumming in thirty seconds from your
very first handjob tends to give that away.
I needed something to occupy myself, and in a hurry. That
was easy, once I thought about it--her pants were still
on.
"Hold up a minute," I said, as calmly as I was able. Your
turn." I reached for the snap of her pants. She smiled,
and raised her ass so I could slip her jeans and panties
over it. She kicked them off, and there she was, stark
naked, smiling at me.
Oh, she was heavenly.
Instructional videos, remember, dummy, I said to myself.
I moved my hand down between her legs--she obligingly
spread them for me. She was sitting facing me. I reached
down and rubbed my hand up and down her pussy. Boy, was
she wet. I guess I excited her. That was a nice thought.
I probed where I thought her opening should be, and I
found it, right off.
The videos were proving to be a big help. I slipped my
finger in her, and started moving it back and forth. "Oh,
David, yes..." she whispered. I took my other hand and
went for her clit, hoping I'd know it when I found it.
Her stiffening and barking "OH!" when I found a little
nub let me know I had hit paydirt.
I rubbed her clit while I slipped my finger in and out of
her. "Oh David, Oh David, oh David!" she cried, and then
she went all stiff, and I felt her pussy clenching on my
finger. Her face was all red, her eyes were closed, and
her mouth was wide open, with low moans coming out of it.
I stopped my hands and watched her regain her breath.
"Wow!" she said. "That was great! You're really good at
that." Wow, I thought. My first time, and I was being
told I was great by a girl who definitely had a basis of
comparison.
I just looked at her, as she smiled at me, and then I
decided there was something I wanted to try. I pushed her
down, so she was lying on the bed. She looked at me
questioningly. I just smiled at her, then crawled down
between her legs. Now that I had figured out where her
clit was, I went right for it with my tongue.
"OH DAVID!" she yelled, and immediately started gasping.
"WOW! WOW! WOW!" It seemed like she was really enjoying
this. She wrapped her legs around my head and yanked me
in closer. "YES! YES! YES! YES! OH DAVID
YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" she screamed, and then she went stiff
again.
"Jesus Christ, that was fantastic!" she said.
"Thanks," I said, pleased.
"My turn!" She reached over and engulfed my prick in her
mouth.
"OH JESUS!" I yelled. Not to my surprise, I didn't last
long--I didn't even have a chance to warn her, before I
started spurting into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind,
and swallowed every drop.
"Sorry," I said.
"For what? I don't mind drinking cum. In fact, I kind of
like it. I didn't expect it quite so soon, though," she
giggled.
"Well, that was my first time for that. Lots of girls
won't do that, even if they'll do other things," I said,
not exactly lying.
"True." She looked down in between my legs. "Look at
that! You're still hard! Oh, goody!" She lay back down on
the bed, and spread her legs. "Don't worry, David. With
all the sex that goes on around here, we get checked out
regularly, and I'm on the pill. I'm as safe as can be.
Fuck me now, please?"
So I did. I climbed on top of her, grabbed my cock, and
aimed it at her pussy. I drove it into her. It felt
fantastic. "OH YES!" she yelled, as I started moving back
and forth inside her.
How I didn't cum in her in twenty seconds is completely
beyond me--the blowjob must have made it less urgent, or
something--but I managed to fuck her for a lot longer
than I would have expected. It was stupendous.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and grabbed my waist
as she thrust up at me every time I pushed into her. She
was groaning and gasping, shouting stuff like "OH YEAH!
FUCK ME! OH GOD FUCK ME!" the whole time. I lasted long
enough for her to cum again--and the feeling of her
orgasming pussy clamping down on my cock was all I
needed,
"David, you are wonderful," she breathed up at me after
we were done. "Your previous girlfriends were very lucky-
-how on earth they didn't hold on to you is beyond me." I
didn't say anything, just blushed at her.
--Four--
She came to my party the next day, and then, afterwards,
we slipped back to her house and went at it again. A
couple of afternoons the next week, and then that
Saturday night, found me up in her room fucking her
silly.
I was in heaven. I already knew I liked this girl, a lot,
before we ever had sex--but the sex just made it better.
At that point, I even liked the whole Agreement thing--it
certainly had made her enthusiastic and appreciative in
bed. What she did when I wasn't there didn't concern me
so much at that point.
That started to change the following week--but, at first,
I didn't mind that either, because there were other
benefits. I went over to her house that Tuesday
afternoon; but, before we made it to her room, we were
confronted by Tommy Pelham. He grabbed Jenny. "Come on,
you know the rules."
Jenny looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Dave, they are
the rules. I have to go with him. I'd like you to wait,
if you're willing. Oh, and if anyone approaches you, you
don't have to go with them, but you're free to, if you
want."
I was shocked at that. "You mean if someone else here
wants me to have sex..."
"You can, if you want. In fact, I think my little sister
Melissa is very interested. I told her how good you
were." She giggled, and followed Tommy into a room
somewhere.
"She's right," I heard from behind me. It was Melissa.
"She told me you knew your way around a girl better than
anyone in this house. I'd like to see, if you want."
Jesus, what have I stumbled into? I thought, for not the
first time. Here was my girlfriend, going off to have sex
with another guy, but her thirteen-year-old sister was
proposing I have sex with her.
What the hell, I thought, and let Melissa lead me to her
room. We were barely in the room before she had all her
clothes off, and was working on mine.
I won't lie--it was fun. Melissa was almost as hot as
Jenny, and boy was she tight. After licking her to a
couple of orgasms, I entered her, came very quickly, but
stayed hard. Melissa wasn't a screamer, like Jenny was--
she was a squeaker. All kinds of little "EEE! EEE! EEE!"
sounds came out of her mouth as I pounded into her. And,
when she came--just as I came the second time--she let
out a long "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"Jen was right. You are damn good," she said to me. She
reached up and kissed me. "Thanks, David. Any time you
want, you find me, OK?"
When I got out of her room, I heard Jennie call "David?"
from her own room next door. I went in.
"I've been waiting for you. Did Melissa leave me
anything?" she giggled.
"I think so. Is Tommy?"
"Oh, Tommy's been done with me for quite some time. He's
not nearly as thorough as you. And, don't worry, I'm all
cleaned up. C'mere."
Melissa must have left Jennie something, because I was
able to fuck her for a good while before I came again.
--Five--
The next couple of weeks went rather like that day.
Jennie would bring me home, but get grabbed on her way up
the stairs--a couple of times by Tommy, and then by
Tommy's older brother Jack, and then by their father.
Jennie's own brothers and father, strangely enough,
seemed to try to leave her alone to be with me, but the
Pelham men were having none of it. If I wanted Jennie, I
had to wait until whichever of them that had grabbed her
was done with her.
Not that I was sitting around waiting for her to be done,
mind you. Melissa grabbed me a couple times, and then
Courtney Pelham--who was also 13--decided she had to
sample the goods. I'd get done with them, and Jennie
would be waiting for me. I was getting more pussy than
any sixteen-year-old boy should have a right to get. I'm
lucky my dick didn't fall off.
However, I was starting to feel vaguely uneasy with the
whole thing. I liked fucking Melissa and Courtney--they
were fun--but they weren't Jennie, and it wasn't all just
sex, either. I'd see her in school, and, in school, we
acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. We'd walk to her
house, holding hands, giggling like two kids in love--and
then I'd have to hand her over to someone else for sex.
This all came to a head a week and a half after my first
experience with Melissa. It was a Friday night, and I had
gone over there, only to have her grabbed by Tommy
Pelham. I sighed, sat on the couch, and resigned myself
to another wait. I suppose Melissa or Courtney would be
by to grab me, but I'd still rather be with Jennie.
It wasn't either of them who grabbed me--it was Vicki,
Jennie's older sister, home from college for the weekend.
"Right," she said, grabbing my hand. "You're getting rave
reviews from my sisters. It's my turn," and she took me
to her room.
Vicki was twenty, and was my first older woman. She was
an animal--kind of gave me a preview of the already-
uninhibited Jennie in four years--and I had a ball. So
did she. But, what really struck me, was the conversation
we had after we were done.
"Shit, I can tell that you aren't a Pelham or a Keltner
man. You actually care if the girl cums or not," she
began. "Thanks, David. I don't have a boyfriend at
college right now, and it's nice to go to bed with a guy
who's good at it."
"Thanks. The guys in the agreement aren't good at it?"
Vicki snorted. "With one exception--my older brother
Eric--they're pathetic. My other brother Steve and my dad
are passable. If you get Dad early enough in the day,
he's better than passable. The Pelham men are hopeless."
"So, then, why do all the girls in the families continue
to sleep with them?"
"Because of the Agreement. We get roped into signing it
when we're thirteen. I think that Dad and Mr. Pelham
dreamed this thing up, although I'm not sure."
She snorted in disgust. "You think Tommy Pelham would
have a chance of getting any pussy if it weren't for the
agreement? So, we get roped in early. When I was
thirteen, I thought the guys in the agreement were all
that. It took my first boyfriend to show me differently.
Yeah, I knew Eric was good, but even he wasn't as good as
my first boyfriend. I got out of the Agreement from age
fifteen to age eighteen. You can claim an outside
exclusive relationship as a reason for getting out."
"Why did you get back in?"
"That relationship broke up, so I almost had to get back
in. My reason for getting out was no longer valid. And, I
must admit, with the relationship broken up---mediocre
sex is better than no sex, especially when you're used to
getting it regularly. And I do like sex with Eric--to get
that, I have to put up with the rest of them."
"If you got another steady boyfriend who satisfied you,
would you get out again?"
"In a heartbeat."
"I wonder if Jennie would say the same thing," I mused.
"I don't know. Would you want to do that? I mean, you're
getting all the pussy you want, and we all think you're
great."
"No offense to you, Vicki, or to Melissa and Courtney,
but sex with you girls is something to do while I'm
waiting for Jennie. Not that it's not good. Not that I
didn't enjoy myself. But it's not Jennie."
Vicki smiled at me. "You're in love with her, aren't
you?"
"Yeah, I think I am."
"David. Tell her."
Vicki had given me a lot to think about. I told Jennie
that Vicki had worn me out--Jennie giggled that she
understood, she knew her sister well enough--and went
home to think.
--Six--
I called Jennie the next afternoon. "Hey, can we go out
tonight? Dinner and a movie?"
"That sounds positively delightful," she said.
And, it was. We had a wonderful time. The movie was
great, the food was great, the company was fantastic. We
walked to her house with our arms entwined, laughing and
smiling, thoroughly enjoying one another. When we got to
her house, she led me up the stairs.
We were accosted by both Mr. Pelham and Tommy, and Jennie
told them both the same thing: "I'm on a date. My date
isn't over. My date and I are going to continue the date
in my room." We did--we went to her room and fucked like
bunnies for a couple of hours.
Monday morning, Jennie told me to meet her somewhere at
lunch. She said she needed to talk.
"Look, David, I'm sorry, but I got read the riot act.
Tommy Pelham called an Agreement Council Sunday night,
and he and his father railed at me for refusing them on
Saturday night. I can't do that again."
I sighed. "You know, that whole Agreement thing sometimes
sounds like quite a racket."
She giggled. "You don't seem to mind when you're fucking
Melissa or Courtney or Vicki." I did mind. How do I tell
her that, though? "Anyhow, this is my life, this is the
way it is, and you've known that for a while. Listen, I
do not want to break up with you. I like you a lot. But I
signed the Agreement, and I'm bound to it, and I can't
promise you first dibs or try to force it ever again."
"I understand," I said, though I didn't.
"Good." She kissed me, and walked away. I walked in the
other direction, turned the corner, and found Tommy
Pelham.
"Hey, David, how's it feel?"
"How's what feel?"
"Knowing I can fuck your girlfriend any time I want, and
you can't! Must be great, huh?" he said with a nasty leer
on his face. "Good ol' David, the wonderful lover who
everyone praises to the heavens, and he can't even get in
his girlfriend's pants when he wants to. And I can. How's
that feel, David?"
I wanted to hit him, but I curbed the impulse. "You know
what? I hope you thank your lucky stars every night for
that agreement, because, if you didn't have it, there
isn't a girl in the universe who would have anything to
do with you." I walked away, with him laughing at my
back.
I stewed through my next class. The class after that was
study hall, and I decided that I had to do something.
Every time I was with her, I was afraid to tell her how I
really felt, so I decided to write it. I wrote Jennie a
letter.
Dear Jennie,
After I left you today at lunch, I got the pleasure of
being taunted by Tommy Pelham. He drove home a few
unpleasant truths--that he can sleep with my girlfriend
any time he wants, and I can't. Any guy saying this to me
would be bad enough, but Tommy Pelham saying it is worse.
He's a scumbag, Jennie. And I know it can't be the sex,
because Vicki and Melissa both told me he's useless in
bed. Nope, his hold over you is the Agreement.
I tried to deal with it. I really did. At first, having a
number of girls offering to sleep with me was fun. But,
like I told Vicki, it quickly became just something to do
while I was waiting for you, because you're the only one
I really want.
Because of the way you live, you seem to be able to
separate sex and feelings. I can't. I'm sorry. I've
tried. I have to tell you, that I lied to you--the first
time I was with you was my first time. You took my
virginity. It meant a lot to me--and the reason it meant
a lot to me, I realize now, was that I was already crazy
about you by that time. And I know I should have told you
this before now, and told you how much it meant to me,
but I was embarrassed.
I love you, Jennie Keltner. And I can't go on this way. I
can't bear the thought of the girl I love in bed with
Tommie Keltner, or Jack, or their father. It turns my
stomach. It's not even the sex. It's that you even give
them the time of day--and that you not only do it, but
you have to. And it's not the sex with me, either. I
wouldn't mind if we never did it--just as long as I got
to be with you, only me, and only you. Not that I don't
enjoy sex with you--we both know that I do--but just
being with you is more important to me.
And that's not going to happen.
I'm sorry. I love you so much, and it hurts to say this,
but it's jut not going to work.
Love,
David
I dropped the letter in her locker, and went to my last
class. I dashed out of school early to avoid her. The
walk home alone was interminable.
--Seven--
I had been home for about a half hour. I was watching TV,
trying to get my mind off of Jennie, which was hopeless.
Then, my doorbell rang.
It was Jennie. She looked like she had been crying.
Before I could say a word, she had walked through the
door and wrapped her arms around me, bearing down on me
with a kiss that made my head spin.
She finally broke the kiss. "Is anyone home besides you?"
"No, my parents don't get home until after six."
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Upstairs. Why?"
"Show me."
"Jennie, I don't think..."
"David. Just show me." I took her up to my room. "Clean,
for a guy," she giggled.
"I like to know where stuff is."
She walked around, and then sat on the bed. "You were
really a virgin?" she said.
"Yeah."
"Amazing. How'd you get so good?" I explained about the
instructional videos. "That's funny," she said.
She pat the bed beside her. I sat down. "Jennie, I don't
know what..."
"Shh," she interrupted me, and then kissed me again.
"We'll talk later," she said after she broke the kiss,
and then started unbuttoning my shirt.
"I thought you weren't allowed to do anything here," I
said.
"I'm not." My shirt was off, and she was working on my
pants button. She undid it, and I rose off the bed so she
could get them down. She took my cock in her mouth and
started sucking on it. Next thing I knew, she had it in
her throat and was swallowing it. That was the first time
she had ever done that. I came, in a damn hurry.
"Oh my God, Jen," I gasped out.
She sat up, smiling at me. I got up myself, and pulled
off her tee shirt. I undid her bra, and then went for her
pants. Quickly, she was as naked as I was, and we spread
out on the bed.
"David, eat me out, please?" She had to ask? I went right
down on her.
"OhGodOhGodOhGodYES! YES! YES! Oh SHIT David nobody can
do me like you! Oh YEAH! OH! OH! OH! OH!
AYIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" She had barely come down off of her
orgasm, when I climbed up on top of her and entered her.
"AAAAHHH!!!!!" She howled. "OH YES! DAVID, FUCK ME! OH
YEAH!" She tended to be loud anyway, but this was really
loud. I guess being alone in the house made her even more
uninhibited. I wasn't complaining.
She came in a hurry, and I was still going strong. She
came again, howling like a banshee, before I did.
"Oh David. Oh, honey, you're magnificent," she said after
I had slipped off of her and lay down next to her.
"You're pretty damn magnificent yourself. But I must
admit I'm a little confused. I thought I broke up with
you today!"
"You know, when I read that letter, I started to cry. You
did break up with me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't
stand not being with you, and not just for sex. However,
I do like sex, and I especially like sex with you. Now,
your parents are gone every afternoon?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"So you have the house to yourself?"
"Right."
She propped her head up with her hand, leaning on her
elbow, and looked at me and grinned. "So, do you think
you can handle me?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I am used to a lot of sex. I can cut down, so as I
don't wear you out, but I am going to need it quite a
bit, if the only person I'm getting it from is you."
"Huh?" Did she say what I think she just said?
She did, and confirmed it. "David, I'm getting out of the
agreement. I'm in an exclusive outside relationship. That
is, if you want that."
"Are you kidding me? YES!"
"So you think you can handle me?" she grinned.
"Either that or die trying. With a smile on my face." We
both laughed.
"David, I love you. Oh boy do I love you."
"I love you, too."
--Eight--
Evidently, the Council that they had the next night where
Jennie opted out of the Agreement was a real doozy,
because Jennie's seventeen-year-old sister Karen also got
out that night, for the same reason. Since Vicki stayed
at college most of the time, there was a definite
shortage of females in the Agreement. The death knell was
two months later, when I fixed Melissa up with my next
door neighbor Stan, a good guy who was a year older than
she was.
They hit it off right away, and Melissa was doing him
within a couple of weeks. Right after that, she got out
of the Agreement, too. I felt bad for poor Courtney
Pelham; she was the only girl, outside of the two
mothers, left in the Agreement. However, that was a moot
point. Because of the shortage of girls, the Pelhams and
Keltners decided to cancel the Agreement.
The best part of all of this was watching Tommy Pelham
around school, desperately trying to get into any girl's
pants he could, and getting soundly rejected every time.
I would have felt sorry for the guy if he weren't such an
asshole. I mean, he went from getting it any time he want
to not getting any--even Courtney told Melissa and Jennie
that she didn't want anything to do with him, now that
she didn't have to. This went on throughout sophomore
year, and then the Pelhams moved.
When the Agreement first collapsed, I worried about my
relationship with Jennie--if she had just gone out with
me to get away from the Pelhams, now she no longer had an
excuse. But, that wasn't the case. She really did love
me, and didn't mind that the frequency of her getting
laid decreased by quite a bit. Hey, I am only one guy.
She told me, "Quality is more important than quantity!"
We're seniors now, and still together. Who knows what the
future holds, but, for now, we're happy. We're taking it
day by day, but we plan to get married someday. We don't
talk about it much, but we both know we feel that way--
it's sort of an unspoken agreement.
-----Fin----
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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