Chapter 37

Jiang Yi arrived at seven-thirty; Teela answered the door. "Sonya is here?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Good. And Frank?"

"Watching TV."

"Can you help?"

"Yeah." Teela followed Jiang Yi out to the car and took a couple of grocery-sized bags, then followed the Oriental woman -- similarly laden -- through the door and into the house.

Frank looked up from the TV as they passed. "Take out?"

"No. I will cook." Frank shrugged, nodded, and went back to TV.

Thirty minutes later, she was back. "Come to dinner." Frank eyed her momentarily and she shifted her stance, "It will get cold." Frank nodded and got up. The girls were already at the table.

At first glance, Frank wasn't impressed; it was a salad. But when he looked closer, there were medallions of beef done so the exterior was blackened, but the interior was still pink, and red onion... He stuck a fork in a piece and brought it up to chew. The beef was excellent -- and the marinate was hot and spicy and tart and vinegary... incredible! Jiang Yi stood there, looking smug. "Think you're pretty smart, don't ya?" Frank grinned.

"Yes."

"What is this?"

"Tiger's Tear Salad. It's Thai."

"Well, it's damned good!" Frank glanced over at Teela's plate. "What are they eating?"

"Pad Thai," Jiang Yi replied. "They still have taste buds."

Frank snorted. "What are you eating?"

"I'm dieting."

"What the fuck for?" Frank asked. Jiang Yi blinked. "You ain't a swimsuit model -- and you never will be. You're a love machine -- you look the way you're supposed to look." Sonya dropped her fork. Jiang Yi rocked a little in place, fighting to maintain her composure. "There any more of this?" Frank asked. "Go get it." Jiang Yi left, the urgency in her step fooling no one -- she was leaving because she had to get out of the room! Sonya eyed Teela, obviously shocked. Teela grinned. "What?" Frank growled.

"Nothing," the girls chorused.

Jiang Yi brought back the pan. "Dump it on here," Frank directed. She did so. "Put it away -- and hurry back." To her retreating back, he added, "Bring another beer!"

Sonya wasn't eating; her entire attention was on the events at the table. Teela's Poppa seemed to have a gift for shocking people -- and Mom... Mom hadn't reacted to his brusque manner in anything close to the way Sonya expected! Most of it should have brought snarls that could be heard in here from the kitchen -- but there was that 'love machine' thing... Where in the Hell had THAT come from?

Jiang Yi returned to the table with a beer bottle in her hand -- and didn't pour it over Frank's head. "Sit," he directed, patting the seat of the chair on his right. "Scoot it over here." He then proceeded to fork a hunk of beef and greens and shove it at her mouth. "Eat."

Jiang Yi took the forkful and started chewing -- and tears suddenly rolled. "Too hot for ya?" Frank asked, in apparent concern.

"No." Jiang Yi swatted him on the chest in that manner that women seem to believe they are allowed to any time they get upset. "You bastard!" she added without heat. Frank just wrapped his arm around her. Jiang Yi turned her head and sniffled into his shoulder.

The look that Sonya turned on Teela said, 'You have GOT to be kidding me!' as clearly as if it were floating in the air before her. Teela snorted Pad Thai and choked. Frank turned a raised eyebrow on the pair while feeding himself another forkful, then collected one for Jiang Yi -- which she raised her head to take in before dropping it back on his shoulder to chew.

'How does he do it?' Jiang Yi wondered. 'He's demanding, unfeeling, rude -- and then he says something that ought to be awful, but turns out to be beautiful... He makes me wait on him hand and foot -- and I wait, breathless, for the next order...' She reached for his beer, challenging him with her eyes -- Frank just grinned. 'And there's no getting past him!' she added to herself as she took a swig. All her life, she'd hated her chunky body -- and others had either teased or dismissed her because of it. But Frank said, 'You look the way you're supposed to look', and called her a 'love machine!' Another wave of emotion swept her and she quivered against his shoulder.

Frank asked Sonya, "Your momma cry much?"

"No." Sonya eyed him as though she expected him to change his shape at any moment from an odd-looking little balding guy with eyeglasses to God knew what.

Frank grunted. "Must be doin' something..."

"...Right!" Teela finished for him.

"Women!" Frank shook his head. "This is the second night in a row she's got me wet..."

"Shut up, Frank," Jiang Yi muttered into his shoulder.

Frank grinned. "Want another bite?"

"In a minute."

"Okay." Frank squeezed her against him while collecting another forkful for himself. "Better eat," he told Sonya. "That shit looks frozen already from here..."

Her mother's behavior during dinner failed to match anything in Sonya's experience -- but on the other hand, having a man present at all was largely unprecedented. After dinner, Frank went off to the couch and Jiang Yi cleaned up; Sonya and Teela went up to Teela's room. "That was... totally weird..." Sonya mused.

Teela nodded. "Poppa told me that last night she threatened to stab him with a kitchen knife -- but that was before..."

"Before what?"

"Well, I don't know. When I got home they were in bed together -- and they'd already had sex a couple of times."

"A couple of times?"

"Well, that's what Poppa said. She was sucking him and he said something about thirds..."

"No kidding." Sonya pondered that. "Sex generally makes Mom mellow..."

"Yeah, well, HOW mellow? I can't help feeling that there is more going on," Teela mused. "It's Poppa, too. He's... I dunno... calm."

"He seems... grumpy."

"That's just how he handles things. You kind of have to look at the underlying tone. That thing with feeding your mom..." Teela shook her head. Unprecedented came to mind.

"She just... cracked," Sonya mused. "She's a lot more fragile than she looks -- all that noise is just a cover. Will he hurt her?"

"Not intentionally. Poppa is pretty gentle -- he just says things the hard way." Teela sat for a moment, thinking. "I think he reads her like a book."

"He'd be the first," Sonya replied. "But he's ahead on points -- that's for sure!"

Downstairs, Jiang Yi came out of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. Handing it to Frank, she said, "This stuff isn't good for you."

Frank looked up at her. "Give me somethin' to do with my hands and maybe I'll throttle back." When Jiang Yi stopped to mull over the response, Frank swatted the couch beside him. "You're blockin' the TV."

Jiang Yi settled on the couch and cuddled up. There was silence for a bit, then Jiang Yi asked, "Frank, do you like me?"

Frank didn't look away from the TV while he declaimed, "Nah. You suck. I practice the four Fs on all my women. There's a waiting list, too -- see?" He waved at the door.

"Frank! Four Fs?"

"Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em," Frank amplified. "What's your name again?"

Jiang Yi got quiet.

Frank took a look and rolled his eyes. "Jeezus! Don't bawl! I was teasin'!" He hugged her to him. "That was a pretty pushy question for, what, twenty-five hours in? You need ta wait a couple of days before you give a little tug to see if I swallowed the hook or not!"

"Oh."

"Who taught you how to fish, anyway?" Jiang Yi opened her mouth, but Frank forestalled her, "Never mind -- I know you have trouble gettin' past baitin' the hook..." He waved an arm. "Speakin' of which, why don't you do something so I can get under that shit? If the girls wasn't upstairs, I'd just have you go nekkid, but..."

Jiang Yi thought about it; she was in a fairly conservative pullover top and stretch pants. Serious scoop-necked tops were a waste, since it would probably take a hydraulic press to get her small, splayed breasts close enough to each other to produce a cleavage -- her chest was just too wide. "I'll be back," she muttered, getting up.

"I won't move, so you can find me," Frank shot back, without removing his eyes from the television.

When she got back, there wasn't much visible in the way of changes; she was still wearing a top and stretch pants. But that was ALL she was wearing -- she even kicked out of her sandals as she cuddled up, taking his hand and depositing in on a breast. Frank grunted in mild satisfaction and squeezed it. "What about you?" she asked.

Frank was in a T-shirt and sweatpants; he had been all day. "I'm nekkid under this stuff," he replied. "Can't you tell? Can't you see my thirteen chest hairs through the shirt? I figured I was puttin' on a disgusting show..."

Jiang Yi rolled her eyes and reached under the waistband of Frank's sweats -- and it was there, his cock, unfettered by underwear. Jiang Yi wrapped her stubby fingers around it -- and they both sighed. "Did you mean what you said earlier?" Jiang Yi asked, "The love machine thing?"

"Yeah. Some hot lookin' stuff can't fuck worth a damn -- you know that? There's a difference between lookin' hot and bein' hot. You notice I called you a love machine, not a sex machine? I know the difference..." He reached up and combed his hand through her hair. "You remember when you asked that question and I told you that you couldn't fish worth a fuck? Well, you probably don't need to learn much. It's more about you -- and how much of my bullshit and bad habits you want to put up with. I don't plan to change for shit -- but if that don't bother ya, eventually, you might manage to set a hook..."

"What do I have to do?" Jiang Yi whispered.

"What the fuck I tell ya," Frank replied softly. "It ain't rocket science. Basically, you make yourself fucking indispensable -- that means you cook and clean and do the fuckin' laundry and act like the maid -- or the wife -- or maybe a body slave, I dunno. If it goes on long enough and we don't drive each other nuts..." he shrugged. "Not much of a proposal, is it? I win any way ya look at it -- and you get the shit end of the stick. Most women would tell me to get fucked and hit the street..." He eyed her sidelong.

"But you know I won't." Jiang Yi didn't meet his eyes.

"Yah. Sucks to be you, don't it?" He ruffled her coarse hair. "I might come to the table when called -- but that'll be because I like my food warm, not because you yelled. Piss me off and I'll belt you in the mouth, if I think you need it -- or paddle your ass. I'll talk about you like a dog, too. Don't expect to change a thing about me, 'cause it'll only happen if I got a reason." He paused a moment, then snorted. "What'll you do if I decide to share you out to my poker buddies?" Jiang Yi froze, then got a tentative expression on her face -- and Frank guffawed, "Gotcha! I ain't GOT no poker buddies! But you was right..."

"You're a monster..." Jiang Yi said without heat. Frank pushed a little and she lowered her head into his lap. "I suppose...?"

"Like you don't wanna?" Frank retorted. Jiang Yi peeled down the waistband of Frank's sweatpants and started licking his glans. "Thought so. I may be a monster -- but I'm your kind of monster! You know exactly where you stand with me, one way or another -- and it's more than you're gonna get anywhere else!" He combed her hair back from her ear with one hand and held it. "Well? Whatcha goin' to do?"

"Don't tease me. It's mean." Jiang Yi went back to sucking.

"Yeah, okay." Frank slid his hand under the waistband of her stretch pants and along the crack of her ass, looking for her pussy. "That's probably fair."

Teela and Sonya, who had crept halfway down the stairs to sit and watch their parents from above and off to one side, heard every word. "I TOLD you!" Teela hissed.

"He's taking advantage of her!" Sonya whispered, upset.

"He told her straight up what she was getting into," Teela pointed out. "You can't get any more honest than that. She doesn't have to do a thing."

"But she will."

"Yeah. So? She knows what she's doing."

"She has no choice," Sonya insisted.

"She HAS a choice -- she can do what Poppa says, or she can go back to being alone, unwanted, and ignored. She can choose that."

"She won't."

"I don't blame her."

The girls didn't hear anything, or see any visible signal -- but Sonya's mother got up and threw her blouse over her head and bent to step out of her stretch pants. Frank got out of his sweatpants and stood to walk over to his recliner. He got in it and rocked it back -- and Jiang Yi climbed up on the arms and squatted over his cock. In a moment, she was rising and falling her hands braced against Frank's shoulders. "Athletic, ain't we, there, Love Machine? That's nice... Lemme know when you're tired and I'll poke from below a while." Jiang Yi just grunted, rhythmically.

Teela nodded up the stairs, and the pair retreated to her room. "Now what?" Sonya wondered aloud.

"Dunno, Sis. How about this? I'll lick you if you'll lick me..."

Downstairs, Jiang Yi had cum twice and was running out of steam; she was going to be sore, too, because she hadn't really recovered from the night before. Frank grunted, "Fuck it -- the living room sucks for fucking furniture -- let's go to bed!" Jiang Yi flopped forward and rolled off and Frank got up to follow her waddle to the bedroom. When they got there, he directed, "Stretch out on your back and put your legs up and I'll drive a while..."

Jiang Yi was more than happy to oblige. Frank climbed over her and rubbed his cock against her slit, then popped it in and set up his stroke -- and all Jiang Yi could do was gasp and moan and hunch herself up to him as he did his magic! She forgot being sore as the urgency and the pleasure increased and surged and she didn't even HEAR the scream...

But Sonya did! "Omigod!" She scrambled out ot Teela's grasp, "He's killing her!"

"Then she's dying happy!" Teela wiped her mouth. Sonya had been difficult to convince -- but Teela had been persistent and volunteered to start, so she'd caved. Now, though, she was all worried. "Let's go look if it'll make you happy..." The pair, half-naked, crept down the stairs and across the living room to the hallway leading to the master bedroom -- and it became clear en route that Jiang Yi was far from dead... "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me..." Sonya's mother was throwing her wide blocky body up at Frank as hard as she could; clearly, he wasn't hurting her! Then she stopped, shook like she was being electrocuted, and screamed again...

"Jeezus, Woman!" Frank panted, "You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!" He stuck two fingers in her mouth and she subsided to moans around them while sucking them -- but she was up humping again in moments.

Teela shrugged. Sonya shook her head. Teela nodded toward the stairs and they went back up. "I'm amazed," Sonya muttered. "Simply amazed."

"It looks like it's gonna be pretty good -- for a while at least," Teela opined. "We'll have to wait and see..."

"Yeah," Sonya mused, then brought herself back to the present. "Want to be on top?"

"Sixty-nine?"

"Might as well..."

"Cool!" Teela settled herself over Sonya's splayed legs and delved between them -- just as Sonya returned the favor! "I've always wanted to do this," she moaned.

"Mmmm!" Sonya moaned. "It isn't like boys -- and it won't replace them, even for me, but..."

"Yeah." Who knew better what felt good to a girl? Teela sucked Sonya's love button between her lips and worked it over with her tongue -- and Sonya moaned into her pussy before returning the favor. This might go on for a while...

Downstairs, another scream erupted -- a bit muffled, but a scream, nonetheless. Jiang Yi was nearly mindless from the bombardment of joy -- but Frank was about to put an end to it by flooding her pussy and collapsing atop her, anyway...

An hour later, all was quiet. Teela and Sonya had lasted longer than the older generation, but they, too, slept the sleep of sated exhaustion. In the aftermath of their frenzied bout, Jiang Yi embarrassed herself by erupting with the kinds of sentiments that were certain to drive a man off -- words like 'love.' Frank had just chuckled and sucked at her neck. She'd fallen asleep using him for a blanket -- and he'd dropped off first.

Adele was a whole lot more friendly and accepting during dinner -- even sparky! Ed actually started to look nervous at one point. After supper, he sat at the kitchen table, listening to her prattle on about this and that while she cleaned up the dishes, amazed at the constant line of chatter and ill equipped to participate. Fortunately, Adele didn't seem to mind.

When the cleanup was over, Adele took Ed by the hand, and under the watchful eye of her son, led him upstairs. Randy made sure the door closed behind them, then headed back downstairs; he wasn't going to get all worked up eavesdropping on his mother and Ed having sex!

The kids -- being Brie and Pietro -- were playing video games again; they seemed to be attached to the console or something. Randy shook his head and went of to his room to listen to some music or watch TV, unwilling to sit watching the pair wrestle with game controllers for the rest of the evening. The game console was babysitting them -- they didn't need him...

...Only it wasn't. Brie watched her brother exit the room and announced quietly, "He's gone."

Pietro continued to wrestle with the game. "We probably should wait a minute and make sure he isn't coming back. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Probably not, but you wanted to see," Brie replied, adding, "I'll go see where he's headed." She got up and padded out of the room, barefoot -- only to catch a glimpse of Randy's bedroom door closing behind him. Grinning, she headed back.

Upstairs, the adults were undressing. Adele reached over and turned on the radio, which began to emit soft music. Ed cocked his head and Adele pointed downstairs; he got it. She was putting up some sound to cover what they were doing somewhat. Ed used the moment to assuage his curiosity, "Randy was all over you down there. What's he got on his own ma that's that bad? And who the Hell is Dirk?"

"I'm surprised you haven't been told," Adele admitted, still under the impression that Ed was a full member. "It's embarrassing -- and Dirk is a dog."

Ed rumbled a chuckle -- which surprised Adele. "I bet THAT was hot!"

"Well," Adele smiled crookedly, pleased at the lack of censure from Ed. "It was difficult to make satisfactory, actually. You'd think I'd have learned to appreciate men."

Ed grunted. "I can't remember the last woman that appreciated me -- except maybe young Tabitha. Can't hold that against ya." He came out of the T-shirt that he'd worn under his work shirt, revealing his bearlike body. He looked... fat -- but Adele knew what he did for a living; maybe he had a beer belly, but he wasn't fat -- not really. She didn't let it stop her from getting out of her clothing -- after all, she was no tiny thing, either.

Meanwhile, Brie and Pietro were getting themselves organized. The big problem wasn't getting to the bedroom -- they were both pretty light on their feet -- it was getting that damned door open! Pietro, however, was practiced... It wasn't locked, so a slow turn, holding it tight against the jam -- and an even slower opening to avoid creaks -- and they had a crack to peek through. Brie dropped to her knees and Pietro, who was marginally taller, leaned over her.

Adele was just kneeling to warm Ed up. "Old folks sure let themselves go, don't they?" Brie whispered, wrinkling her nose.

"Some do," Pietro agreed, adding, "Quiet!" In fact, Pietro's mother had a bit more going for her than Brie's -- which was odd, given Brie's build, but pretty much matched what Pietro had seen in her older brother and sister. Pietro's Papa, on the other hand... The big black man was a bear, large and heavy, but he had it all over Papa, who was short and round -- and his manhood was longer, too!

"You've seen this, right?" Brie asked, tearing her eyes away from her mother slurping over Mr. Ed's cock.

"About a million times," Pietro agreed. "Papa likes for Mama to do that. He's rougher about it, though -- always trying to make Mama choke." The fact that he'd seen the act before didn't keep Pietro's dick from getting hard and uncomfortable in his pants, though. Besides, these were new players. He shifted a bit, uncomfortably, and reached down diffidently to adjust himself. What he WANTED to do was what he USUALLY did -- masturbate -- but that wasn't going to happen with Brie right there... Brie looked up at him and grinned maliciously, anyway; she wasn't there to admit that her cunny was dripping into her panties and her clitty itched.

Adele wasn't there to give head -- it was a fluff job to get Ed up and running, not a blow job for its own sake. Ed wasn't slow to come up, either, so when she looked up at him, asking if he was ready, he nodded. "Crawl up and scoot down to the edge and I'll see what I can do," Ed rumbled.

Adele got up on the bed and lay back with her feet up and her ass at the mattress edge -- Ed helped by adjusting her position, confirming her estimate of his strength by manhandling her as if she were a pillow -- then Ed surprised her by going to his knees and sticking his face in her crotch! "Oooohh!" Adele had expected Ed to just stick his cock in her -- and she was ready for it, she thought, from a lubrication point of view -- but instead, he went to work on her puffy labia and distended clitoris! "Omigawd!" She put her hands in his hair -- not crushing him to her, but directing him and rubbing his scalp to show her appreciation.

"Ugh!" was Pietro's initial assessment. Brie looked up at him, surprised. "Your papa doesn't do that for your mama? She sucks him, after all..."

"No," Pietro admitted. "This is the first time I've seen that. What does it taste like?"

"I dunno. Sissy used to do it with other girls all the time, though, so it can't be too bad." She turned her head to watch, wishing it was her cunny getting the tongue-lashing. Distracted by the show, she rubbed the crotch of her shorts as she squatted there.

Pietro picked it up -- and took it as permission to do similar. At this rate, he would probably have gooey undershorts, but...

For the second time that evening, Ed had surprised Adele and had her on the ropes! She didn't expect him to eat her and she didn't expect him to be so good at it! His whiskers irritated her sensitive inner thighs, mildly, but it wasn't a show-stopper, by ANY means! "Oooh! Aaaah! Hnnngh!" She tossed her head and thrashed, her knees trying to cross and her leg muscles clenching and unclenching as he drove her to distraction.

While she didn't make a whole lot of noise, Ed had no problem determining when she reached her peak from the motion and the flood of juices suddenly present in his work area. Taking that and the relaxation of her grip on his head as trigger events, Ed stood and lodged his cock in her opening. Looking up at her face and getting a nod, he pushed it home. "HUUUUHH!!! YEESSSS!" Adele gasped, wrapping her legs around Ed's ass. "GOOO!!"

By then the door was open more than a crack; Brie and Pietro had opened it further to be able to see when the adults moved to the bed. Between the radio and the intent focus of the participants on the act, however, no one had noticed the pair of adolescents who had advanced half into the room to watch the festivities. Adele couldn't have seen them around Ed's bulk, anyway -- and Ed would have had to turn around. Brie and Pietro had a pretty good view of Ed's cock moving in and out of Adele's pussy, though, and it was stoking serious fires! Brie squatted, openly rubbing the crotch of her shorts -- she couldn't resist, given the scene before her! Pietro was doing the same thing, wishing he could free the iron bar in his pants...

Brie lost her balance and fell back against Pietro, who was, fortunately, leaning forward over her and thus could balance her without falling backwards himself. This brought her into contact with both the hand he was using to rub himself and the stiff flesh getting the attention. Brie turned her head and ended up with her nose against the tented front of his pants.

Pietro was embarrassed, but Brie wasn't; she got a noseful of excited male and moved things to a new level by reaching up to stroke his tented crotch one handed. Pietro gave a quiet gasp -- fortunately swallowed by the other noises in the room -- and started to flinch away. But Brie had Pietro's other arm -- the one that had been more or less hanging beside her shoulder and made a great handle to keep her from falling backwards -- so he couldn't go anywhere. And Brie put a stop to all thought about it by deliberately placing THAT hand over a stiff nipple!

Pietro stared at her, incredulous -- was she nuts? In here, with the adult rutting like animals within three feet? What did she think they could do -- and not get caught?

Not much, as it turned out; Brie locked eyes with him and nodded toward the hallway. Pietro, wondering what was next, backed out, and Brie followed him, quietly pulling the door almost closed. Then she turned to him and whispered, "My room," and, taking his hand, led him off down the hallway. Hope and fear warred in Pietro, but he followed meekly.

When she'd closed her door behind them, Brie turned to Pietro. "I think we'd seen enough."

"Well..."

"You wanted to do more than just watch," Brie pressed. "So did I."

"Well, yeah, but..."

Brie dropped to her knees before him and reached for his fly. "If I suck you, will you lick me?"

Pietro goggled. While his head was still fearfully going through all of the implications, his mouth -- which was apparently connected directly to his manhood -- made promises for him. "Sure!"

Brie, who hadn't waited for a response anyway, had his pants open and was pushing them down when Pietro thought to ask, "Have you done this before?"

"I'm not telling!" Brie retorted. "You might get ideas!" But she OBVIOUSLY wasn't hesitant as she freed his narrow cock and rolled her lips over it! "Ummm!"

"AAUUGH!" Pietro erupted, right then and there! "AWWW, FUCK!" Bright lights danced before his eyes and his knees nearly gave way as pleasure beyond anything he could remember flooded him -- then Brie swatted him on the hip.

"SHHHH!" she hissed, "Want everyone in the house in here?"

Reality dropped on Pietro like a rock, followed by embarrassment and humiliation. "Oh, man..."

"What?"

"I just..."

"Shot your wad?" Brie grinned. "Yeah, well, after what we were watching, it's no surprise. Besides, you aren't done, I bet."

"No, I'm not done." Pietro had managed to crank out three orgasms in a row with just his hands and his imagination -- with a girl present, who knew HOW many times he could get off?

"Good!" Brie announced. "We'll go again, then -- but first, you have to lick me!"

That seemed fair. Pietro was still musing on the situation when Brie, suddenly frog naked, flopped back on her bed and said, "Well?"

Pietro approached cautiously, examining the target. "Tell me what to do."

"Just lick and suck it -- especially this spot here." Brie pointed out her clitoris. "I'll guide you..."

"Okay." Pietro climbed onto the bed and inhaled hot feminine musk -- from the source. His cock -- all five narrow inches of it -- was again an iron bar. He could do this -- the old guy had... The smell actually helped; it excited him. He lowered his face to the split below her little patch of fur and gave a tentative lick, rolling his tongue up and over the bump she'd pointed out.

Brie went rigid. "Omigod!" she hissed. "Just like that!"

'Huh! This isn't hard,' Pietro decided, and dove in. Brie grabbed a stuffed bear and screamed into it while pinning Pietro's head in place with her other hand!

The rollercoaster ride evolved to the point that Brie, permanently arched with her legs wrapped around Pietro's neck, covered her face with a pillow to keep the howls of pleasure from being too loud. He brought her to a peak on three different occasions in as many minutes before she collapsed and let go of him. "Oh, wow! You were great!" she gasped.

Pietro, extremely pleased with himself, replied, "Your turn."

"Crawl up here," Brie directed. Pietro half-expected her to come up with some excuse to beg off, but she crawled over him and gulped in his cock.

Dizzy from pleasure, he closed his eyes. "Oooohhh..."

"Tell me when you're close," Brie directed. "I want to make it last."

"Okay," Pietro husked. "Sorry it's small..." Actually, it was about the length of his father's, if not longer -- but it was still narrower than a hot dog.

"It'll grow," Brie, replied, backing off to just lick while she talked. "Besides, I like the taste. You have sweet cum."

Pietro blinked. "Really?"

"Really. I love cum..." She went back to sucking.

Pietro didn't use the pillow -- he grunted and gasped and bit his hand and held Brie's head at the base of one of her pigtails, periodically moaning softly that he was close. Brie worked him up for five minutes, at the end of which he was so tense he COULDN'T make a sound as his seed jetted into her mouth! Then she suckled him until he was clean and he could no longer stand the intensity before smiling up at him. "How was that?"

"Omigod!" He pulled her up to hug her. "Amazing!"

"You were, too!" Brie giggled. "I LOVED what you did to me!" She sobered. "The doctor says I'm not ready yet to have sex the normal way -- but we can do that anytime!"

"Really?" Pietro was amazed.

"Well, maybe that didn't come out right..." Brie smiled crookedly. "I mean, we're not dating or anything..."

Pietro pursed his lips. "We could be, I guess. I mean, we just kind of got stuck together for the last couple of days, but it hasn't been bad or anything, has it?"

"Not for me." Brie shook her head. "On the other hand, a lot of people around here just have sex, you know? We don't have to make it all complicated...."

"Yeah, that's true..." But Pietro didn't know why a girl would want to have 'just sex' with him -- that didn't go well with the way he understood girls' minds to work...

Brie started listening. "I don't hear them -- we'd better get dressed and out somewhere so we can be seen..."

"Yeah, good idea." Pietro wanted more, but you took what you could get and were grateful... They started throwing on their clothing.

In the master bedroom, Ed was puffing and playing with Adele's big titties. They hadn't come undocked; Adele was apparently waiting until he shrank enough to do it on his own before uncrossing her legs. Ed wasn't likely to complain. "That was nice," he offered, not knowing how far he should really go.

"Yeah, it was," Adele agreed noncommittally. "You eat pussy real good!"

"Thanks. I don't get much practice."

"Well, it was great! I thought the top of my head was gonna come off!"

It all seemed kind of stupid -- they could talk about the sex, but both of them knew better than to read anything into it, and that left them without other subjects. "Want to clean up?" Adele asked.

"Yeah."

"There's a bathroom down on the right."

"Thanks." Ed gathered up his discarded clothing and stuck his head out the bedroom door, then, seeing no one, shuffled down the hall. In his mind, the primary thought was that the date had been more like a trip to a hooker than expected. Oh, there had been some hospitality, but they hadn't gotten under each other's skin or anything -- it was more like fuck-buddies. More like Tabitha -- except Adele was closer to his age and a bit more comfortable to deal with. Come to think of it, Tabitha was more like a hooker -- even WAS a hooker, if you looked at things from fifty thousand feet.

Adele lay in her bed, working at the issue from her angle. How did you invite a man who had just shared your bed back without making it sound like more than it was? Was there a way? Or had her sex made the whole thing too complicated by ALWAYS attaching something else to it? Adele wasn't sure how, but if she could find a way that didn't scare Ed to death, she wanted him to know that it would be nice to feel his hands on her again sometime... Eventually, as she let him out the door dressed in just a housecoat, she managed a lame, "That was fun..."

Ed, finding himself to be the one left with the task of leaving the door open, grunted, "Yeah. Maybe..."

Adele just smiled and said, "Yes." It was a limited response -- perhaps too limited. In her effort not to appear ready to fall over Ed, she ended up noncommittal enough that Ed figured that somehow, things hadn't gone as well as they'd seemed to. Ed nodded perfunctorily, waved, and moved off, leaving Adele wondering what she SHOULD have said. Closing the door and turning off the porch light, she headed back to her bedroom, casting barely a glance at the pair still (actually again) playing video games in the living room.