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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mfmF)  Chapter 26
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CHAPTER 26 

My mind was in a whirl as I drove home, but I was comforted by the set
of headlights that followed at a discreet distance behind me.
 
When I got home, both Mom and Dad were up, and the girls were in the
room with them.

Dad said, "I told the girls what went on tonight. Until this gets
sorted out, I want them to be careful."

We sat around for a while going over what happened, until Mom insisted
that we all go to bed.

I had just settled in, when I both Erin and Amy appeared at my door.
Both came over and sat on the bed. First Erin, then Amy hugged me and
gave me a kiss. Then Erin went on to bed and Amy sat looking at me.
She said, "I was scared when I found out what happened, but I knew you
would figure a way out."

I said, "I wish I could take credit for it, but Kris is the one who
saved us."

Amy asked, "Are you falling for her?"

It was obvious why she asked, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings,
so I said, "Not like I have for you." She gave me another hug and went
to her room.

I lay there trying to sleep, but too much was going through my mind. I
kept seeing the guys with the guns, and I wondered what would have
happened if Kris hadn't been there. Around midnight, I got up to get a
drink, and saw Mom sitting in the den reading. She said, "Can't sleep
eh? Me neither."

Something in the back of my mind suddenly jumped up; I went over and
sat beside her. I asked, "Mom, what's going on with Aunt Kate?"

When I asked the question, a strange look came over Mom's face, and
she sat back with her eyes closed for a while. I began to get worried,
but finally she said, "Pete, she --" 

She stopped for a minute and seemed to change her mind. 
Then she continued, "She wanted a child since well before her husband
died. And now that she's pregnant, I think you'll find that she's
going to settle down a lot. Just love her as the good friend she is,
and remember that pregnant women sometimes do odd things."

I said, "So that's why she's been acting weird for a while?"

"Uhh, yes. Now go to bed."

I went to sleep thinking that women were stranger than I imagined.

	* * * * *

The phone rang at seven the next morning. Dad answered and talked for
quite a while. When he hung up, he called everyone into the kitchen
and said, "Kids, I want you to hang around the house today. Some
people are coming over to talk to us and they want us to stay inside
till they get here. Amy, please call the school and tell them we have
a family emergency, but you'll all be back on Monday."

Then he said, "Pete, you're probably going to have to miss the game
today."

Around noon, Agent Delano and another man showed up. Introductions
were made and he began to tell us about an interesting turn of events.
He started out by saying, "I thought our case against Simms was pretty
good. We had him for smuggling, major drug distribution, and a host of
other things. When Pete did his thing, we also thought we had him for
kidnapping as well, and we felt that he was going away for a very long
time. But our lawyers said that the kidnapping charge was going to be
hard to prove. They said that Simms' lawyers would argue that Pete and
Miss Jacobs got into his car voluntarily and a lesser charge would
apply. But what happened last night might change all that. Simms's
case is coming up shortly and he's getting desperate."

Dad interrupted and said, "Why did he wait till now to do something,
and what were those men going to do to Pete and Kristen?"

Delano said, "Well, here is where it gets interesting. There has been
a lot of legal wrangling going on. Simms has some high-priced lawyers
working on this, and they've been trying to muddy the waters with all
kinds of things. But Simms is a thug at heart, and when time got
short, he thought a bold move was in order. So he hired some
out-of-town people to abduct Pete, and he did it on short notice. I'm
really not sure what he had in mind, but knowing Simms, it could have
been almost anything. But what he didn't count on was the girl. He
briefed the men on who he wanted, and when they saw Miss Mariani, they
thought she was Miss Jacobs. He obviously didn't do his homework, or
he would have known that she was no longer around. Fortunately for
you, that was a big mistake."

Dad said, "It sounds like you know who Kristen is?"

"Oh yes. We know the Mariani family well."

"Why, have they done something wrong?"

"No, but the family is well known. I'm surprised you haven't heard of
them."

When Delano said that, Dad's face turned pale. He said, "You mean
they're THAT Mariani family!"

Delano nodded and went on. "The men who abducted Pete and Miss Mariani
are in custody now and have agreed to testify against Simms."

Dad said, "Already! How did you catch them so quickly, and why are
they willing to testify?"

"Mariani's men detained them for us, and they agreed to testify if we
gave them immunity from prosecution."

Dad was quiet for a minute, then he said, "Okay, I have a few
questions.
Is our family still in danger? When is the trial? Will Pete have to
testify? And what about Kristen; should Pete continue seeing her?"

Delano said, "I don't think you'll have much to worry about with Simms
after what happened last night. Once we get through with him, there
are a number of other agencies that are looking at him for other
things. The trial will be next month, and as to whether Pete will have
to testify, I don't know. The courts try to keep minors out of these
things when they can. But I'm sure there'll be depositions. They may
even ask Miss Jacobs to appear. As to Miss Mariani, I don't know what
to tell you. She's never been in trouble, and my people tell me that
she's a nice person, so I guess it's up to you."

Dad's eyes got wide and so did mine. But Dad said it first. "What do
you mean, ' your people say she's nice' Do you have people watching
her?"

Delano looked at Dad and said, "The Mariani interests are
far-reaching. We try to keep abreast of as many of their activities as
we can."

When Delano left, we sat around in stunned silence for a while. Then I
asked Dad, "Is it okay if I continue to see Kristen?"

He looked at me and said, "If I asked you not to, would you obey me?"

I said, "Yes Dad, of course I would." 

But I guess I looked unhappy, because he put his arm around me,
grinned, and said, "I believe you, and I'm tempted to ask you not to
see her because of her family. But she seems like a nice girl, and all
she's done so far, is possibly save your neck -- and maybe ours, too.
So, if you want to continue seeing her, it's up to you."

We sat around talking about things and the words "Miss Jacobs" kept
popping into my head. I hadn't thought about Sam for quite a while,
and I promised myself I would call her when I had the time.

Then I looked at my watch. It was after four o'clock. The game had
already started and I knew it was too late for me to play, but I was
hoping to run into Kristen. So I asked Amy and Erin if they wanted to
go along and watch the game. Amy said okay, but Erin said that she was
going to Kelly's.

By the time we got to the game, it was about half over. We were down
by two touchdowns and it was obvious that we needed a quarterback. Our
guy had a lot of guts, but he was just too small, and the other team
was taking advantage of him.

Amy spotted Tess and went to sit with her. I looked all over for
Kristen, but I didn't see her, so I walked over next to Vince. 
He still had his cane and he was standing on the sidelines.

He said, "Where the hell were you? Coach was going to put you in as QB
today."

"I had a problem at home. Is Coach pissed at me?"

"Yeah. You better talk to him, and your story better be a good one."

I asked him, "When are you going to be able to play?"

"I don't know. My shoulder isn't healing as well as it should. I may
not be able to play at all this season. This has been a shit couple of
weeks. First, my shoulder thing, and now Karen is really on my ass."

"Bummer! So, how are things going with her?"

"Worse. She's really pissed at me. I told her I was definitely not
going to UCLA and we had a big fight."

"That's a shame. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't think so. I have my mind made up. If she doesn't like it,
that's too damn bad."

Suddenly, a girl's voice said, "Fuck you, asshole!"

We both looked around and saw that Karen was standing right behind us.
Her eyes were brimming with tears as she turned and angrily strode
away.

Vince said, "Oh shit! Please go catch her. She does crazy things when
she's pissed."

I ran after her and when I got to her, the tears had been replaced by
a fierce look. She began swearing at Vince. I tried to put my arm
around her to comfort her, but she shook it off and continued calling
him names. Suddenly, she stopped and said, "Thanks for trying to
help."
Then she kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'll be okay. It's time
Vince and I ended our relationship anyway." And she walked away. 

As I watched her go I felt sorry for her. I knew that she and Vince
had been together for a long time and it must have been very difficult
for her.
I also noticed that she had a great looking butt.

As the game wound down, I went over and sat with Amy and Tess. A
senior named Rick was talking animatedly with them until I walked up.
But, as soon as I got there, he excused himself and left.

I asked Amy what was going on. She looked at Tess and they both
laughed. She said, "Pete, you have to do something for us. I don't
know what you said to Dell the night he came to the house, but ever
since he was there, nobody will ask either Tess or me out."

It was my turn to laugh. I got up and went to Rick. I told him that it
was okay to ask the girls out, and to spread the word.

On the way back home, I looked at Amy again and I was almost sorry I
had talked to him. Amy has always been pretty, but now that she didn't
have the strain of her former home life, she had blossomed into a
really beautiful girl. I was thinking about that when I pulled up to
the house and saw Kristen's car.

We went inside and she was sitting in the kitchen with Mom and Dad.
They all smiled when I came in, then Kristen stood up and said to me,
"Walk me to the car."

I said, "Why? Are you leaving?"

"Yes, Dad told Grampa what happened last night, and he wants to talk
to me about it, and he wants to hear about you."

Dumbfounded, I asked, "You mean to tell me you're going to fly all the
way to Italy, just to tell him what happened?"

"Yes, that's Grampa's way. I spend more time on airplanes than I do in
my car."

"What time does your flight leave?"

"As soon as I get to LAX. Our plane is waiting."

"You have your own plane?"

"Actually, several. This one is a Gulfstream Five. It makes it
non-stop."

"Wow, that's amazing. But isn't it a long, boring flight?"

"Long yes, boring no. There's going to be several businessmen and a
tutor on board. The business men are usually interesting to talk with,
but the tutor is twice as tough as the teachers at school and he
always reports to Grampa about my progress."

"When will you be back?"

"Monday or Tuesday. Why, will you miss me?"

I grabbed her and gave her a long kiss. I immediately got hard and
pressed myself against her.

When we broke the kiss, she looked at me, grinned and said, "I guess
we'll have to do something about that when I get back."

As I watched her drive off, I thought about what she said and decided
it was an excellent idea.

When I got back in the house, Mom and Dad were shaking their heads.
Dad said, "Wow, she's quite a girl. She came in and laid things out to
us.
She said she really likes you and plans on being around for a long
time.
But she said it in a polite and courteous manner and asked our
permission. It shows that she's been raised properly. I don't know
what kind of man her father is, but he sure knows how to raise a
daughter."

I was thinking how glad I was that they liked her, but when I looked
at Amy, she was staring at her lap.

I asked Dad when his next trip was. He told me Sunday morning, so I
asked if him if would come with me tomorrow to help me pick out a
bike. He said he would.

I was getting stoked about the bike, so I decided to call Shelly. I
asked her what kind of bike she thought I should get, and we spent
over an hour talking about the different makes and styles. The
smart-ass sexuality was gone, and it was like talking to a buddy about
things.

I had just hung up when the phone rang. It was Karen, and she said,
"Hey, are you busy?"

"No, I was just talking to a friend. What's up?"

"Do you have a date tonight?"

"No. I had one, but she had to leave suddenly."

"Some kids are coming over to watch some videos. Want to join us?"

"Sure, what time?"

"Oh, about seven thirty."

"Okay, see ya then."

I was thinking that I was glad that she and Vince had made up, and it
might be fun to spend an evening with the kids from school.

Mom said dinner was ready, but when I went to sit down, Amy was
missing. I was about to ask where she was, when she came out of her
bedroom dressed in a nice skirt and blouse. 

I said, "Where are you going all dressed up?"

Before she had a chance to answer, Dad cut in and said, "Peter, that's
none of your business. Now apologize to her, and after that, keep your
mouth shut!" 

I sheepishly said, "Uhh, I'm sorry."

Amy said, "Oh, that's okay. It's Rick. We're going to get some burgers
and see a movie with Tess and a friend."

I said, "Rick! What do you see in that --" I looked at Dad, and he was
pointing his finger at me. So I shut up. 

I got to Karen's on time and when I rang the bell, her mom answered
the door. Clair Gilroy looked incredible! She was barefoot, and was
wearing lounging pajamas. The top was open almost to her waist, and
her breasts were barely covered. I could actually see parts of her
areolas.

I don't know how long I stood there staring, she didn't say anything
until I tore my eyes away and looked at her face. She was smiling
slightly and she raised one eyebrow and said, "Karen's in the room
over the garage. 
I'm sure you remember where that is."

It immediately called to mind the night I saw her naked with Dad. I
started to get aroused, until I realized what she had just said. She
knew I had seen her!

Embarrassed, I mumbled something and almost ran to the garage. The
door was ajar and Karen was sitting in a chair listening to the
stereo. I tapped on the door. She stood up and said, "Hi, come in."
She was also barefoot, and was wearing what looked like a silk
bathrobe. I've heard them described as 'Dressing gowns,' but whatever
it was, it looked very sexy. I wondered why she was wearing it if a
bunch of people were coming over. 

The room was quite large. It covered the entire top of a three-car
garage. There was a king size bed and a dressing table on one side and
a breakfast table and four chairs on the opposite wall. In the middle,
there was a wide screen TV and entertainment center with a couch and
several chairs facing it. Toward the back was a large walk-in closet,
and next to it was a full bath.

I asked, "Where is everybody?"

She said, "They're not here yet. Kick off your shoes and have a seat.
How about a glass of wine?" She poured something red into a
long-stemmed wine glass. I'm not much of a wine drinker, but it had a
pleasant fruity flavor. And as I settled into a high-backed chair, I
felt very sophisticated. There was easy-listening music playing on the
stereo, and we just sat and listened for a while. Then she refilled
our glasses, pulled a footstool over by my chair, and we began talking
about school and what we would do after we graduated. Before long, I
began to feel a pleasant buzz. I also noticed that whenever she would
laugh at something I said, or refill my glass, she would lean toward
me and her gown would pull away enough that I could almost see her
breasts. 

They were very nice breasts and I started to fantasize about them.
But suddenly I realized what was going on, and I looked down at Karen
and said, "There's nobody else coming, is there." 

She said, "No there isn't. Do you mind?"

"Karen, I sort of have a girlfriend. Besides, Vince is a friend of
mine."

She leaned over and gave me a long wet kiss that involved a lot of
tongue. Soon, I could feel my resistance waning. I made one last try
at a feeble protest, but she loosened her belt and let the gown slide
open.

A rush of heat went through my body! I was already primed from seeing
her mother, and here was a girl I barely knew, standing almost naked
next to me. Her body was great! Her breasts were large and beautifully
formed, and her nipples were sticking straight out. Her skin is smooth
and the hair around her sex was shaved until nothing was left but a
small patch at the top.

As I stared at her, she started unzipping me.

I caught her hands and said, "Karen, I like Vince, and I'm ashamed of
myself for what I'm feeling. But you are too pretty and if you
continue with this, I will too. Are you sure this is what you want?"

She didn't answer with words. She pulled her hands away and switched
off the light next to the chair, leaving just a small lamp on the
breakfast table. With the other hand, she pulled out my penis and bent
her head to me.

She had obviously done this before, because she knew some things that
surprised me. She sucked me until I got rock-hard. Then she held my
cock with her teeth just behind the head, and licked in and around the
opening in the end with the tip of her tongue. I wasn't even fully
aroused yet, but it felt so good that I had to pull away or I would
have come.

For a brief moment, a picture of Kristen, and oddly, of Amy, flashed
before me. But the look and smell of this girl was too much. I tore
off her robe and carried her to the bed. We kissed a lot; then I
started to work down toward her breasts. I kissed around and started
licking her nipples, but she grabbed my head and stopped me. She said,
"Please no! It's too sensitive!"

I made a mental note that if we ever did this again, I would teach her
how to enjoy it. 

I spent some time on her belly button and she seemed to enjoy that.
But when I got to her pussy, she cried out, reached into a drawer and
pulled out something, then quickly turned on her stomach.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

Her voice was shaky when she said, "Why? Don't you want to make love
to me?"

"Of course I do. Why did you turn over?"

"Well, uhh, because that's what Vince and I always do."

I looked in her hand and saw that she held a tube of something called
'KY Jelly'.

I said, "Karen, do you two always do it in your butt?"

"Uhh huh. We tried it the other way, but it hurts. It hurt this way
for a while, too, but I'm used to it now."

I said, "May I show you some other things?"

"Uhh, like what? You're not going to do anything weird are you?"

I reassured her, "No, just trust me," and I turned her back over.

I started at her belly button again. Then I worked my way toward her
mound. As I got close, she started saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh!" When I
finally touched my tongue to her opening, she slammed her legs
together and grabbed my head.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

She stammered, "Y-y-yeeeess, but Vince never did that; he said it was
nasty. But I can't believe how good it feels!"

Suddenly, I felt sorry for her, and I wanted this to be special. So I
held her for a moment. When she began to relax, I said, "I'm going to
make love to you now. I won't hurt you, or ask you to do anything you
don't like, but I want you to trust me. Will you?"

I could see she was nervous, but she nodded her head, so I started
over.

She was staring at me, so I said, "Close your eyes." 
I kissed her eyes, her mouth, and around her breasts. She started to
tense up, but I stayed there, kissing around her areola and lightly
touching my tongue to her nipples, until she started making little
mewing noises. Then, I slowly circled my tongue around one nipple and
began gently sucking it.

She was very quiet for a while and I could tell she was holding her
breath. But it went on so long I got concerned, so I pulled my head
back and listened while she took in huge gulps of air.

I started kissing down her belly and as I got near her sex, I began to
gently push her legs apart. She resisted at first, but she finally let
me. Then I turned my body around and got below her. I kissed all
around her sex, but never inside -- and I never touched her button.
Her sex was almost steaming now and she was so wet that the bed under
her was getting soaked. But I still didn't go inside. Her hands were
at my head, trying to force me closer and closer to her opening.
Suddenly I reached up, took both her wrists and pinned her arms to the
bed as I slipped my tongue between the folds of her sex.

She was crying, "Oh God, Oh God," and I began lashing my tongue as
deeply as I could inside her. She was shaking violently now, and when
I finally worked my way to her clit, she started coming. Her nubbin
was small, and almost hidden by folds of skin, but it must have been
very sensitive, because when I touched it even lightly, she would jerk
her body and whimper. She finally gave a huge sigh, collapsed, and lay
there quivering.

I was very ready now. So I slipped on a condom, got above her and put
the tip of my penis to her opening. She was so wet that it slid in a
little, but she was so tight that it was almost painful. I took a long
time to enter her, and when I was most of the way in, I stopped and
held her. Her body was making little involuntary jerks now and then,
so I again asked her if she was okay.

She just nodded and tried to force me even deeper. I moved slowly at
first, then slightly faster and before long I was driving into her.
She responded by digging her fingers into my back so hard that I was
sure she drew blood.

As we picked up the pace, the look on her face went from intensity to
one of pure joy and I don't think I ever saw anyone enjoy sex so much.
I was slamming into her now and she seemed to be coming repeatedly.
I was very horny, but I had spent so much time getting her ready that
I couldn't seem to come. But I was having a great time, and when I
could feel her building to a really big one. I redoubled my efforts,
hoping to come with her. But something caught my eye.

In the dim light, I could just make out her mother sitting on a chair
by the door, watching us. Her pajama bottoms were open and her hand
was a blur between her legs.

I was riveted by the sight and I stopped suddenly. Karen must have
thought I came, because she gasped and came so powerfully that fluid
spilled out around my hard-on  and ran down my legs. Then she melted
to the bed and lay still.

Her mother's eyes and mine were locked as I slowly pulled out of
Karen.

When I could, I tore my eyes away from her mother and looked down at
Karen. Her eyes were mere slits. She quivered slightly, then she
settled to the bed and lay quietly.

I held her until her breathing became regular and she appeared to be
sleeping. Then I covered her with a blanket and I stood up.

My penis was had as could be and sticking straight out in front of me.
Karen's mom was staring at it, and her eyes were big as saucers. 
Something about her look triggered something in me and I went to her
and yanked her to her feet.
I went first to my pants and got another condom. Then I took her into
the closet and closed the door.

I pulled a coat from a hanger and threw it on the floor. Then I pushed
her on top of it and stood over her. I started to pull off the rubber
I had used on Karen, but she stopped me and pulled me to her. She
began licking her daughter's juices off the rubber and all around my
cock and balls. Then she tore off the rubber and began sucking me. All
the while, she had her eyes glued to mine. 

I watched in amazement as this was happening. A beautiful woman was on
her knees in front of me. She was sucking me so hard that her hair was
flying around and slurping noises were filling the room.

I don't ever remember my cock being this hard and I knew I wasn't
going to last long if this kept up, but I wanted more from this woman.

So I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her on her back. I jerked off
her pajamas, slipped on the rubber and slammed into her. I must have
hit bottom because her eyes got wide and her mouth flew open. We flew
into each other and it wasn't long before I could feel myself getting
ready.
When I came, she came with me, but she continued to move around.
I stayed hard and after I caught my breath I started again. She was a
wild lover and we began to get into a rhythm. She would meet my
thrusts and for a split second her pussy would tighten on my cock,
then as I pulled back she would pull back too and I would be almost
out of her. Then we would crash together again. 
I don't know how long we kept it up, but at one point I got a pain in
my side and stopped for a second. When I did, she crawled out from
under me, got on top and dropped onto me. I watched her as she pounded
into me and she began pulling on her nipples. She pulled on them so
hard it stretched them and the skin around them to the point where I
thought she might tear something. But all that happened was, she got a
pained look on her face and instead of stopping she pulled even
harder. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. Every time she would
go deep on me my thumb would be jammed against her and she would cry
out!

Even though I was on the bottom, I began to tire. But she didn't seem
to want to stop. It began to get a little annoying and I stopped to
catch my breath. 

She yelled, "Don't stop!" and she slapped me. Hard!

It happened so fast I reacted without thinking and I slapped her back
even harder. Her eyes flew open and she got an intense look on her
face and she frantically grabbed me and tried to kiss me.

I had heard about women who liked it rough and I was intrigued.

I threw her off me and when she hit the ground I jumped up and rolled
her on her stomach. Then I pulled her hips up and slammed into her
from behind. And I didn't do it gently. I plowed into her and began
pounding her unmercifully. She pulled herself up on her elbows and
began beating her fists on the floor and making loud grunting noises.
But she showed no signs of slowing down. 

I was getting concerned now. I didn't want a thirty-five year old,
screwing me into the ground. Her pussy was sopping wet and so slippery
that there wasn't a lot of friction, so without missing a stroke I
pulled completely out of her and rammed into her butt.  

I went all they way in until my hip bones hit her butt cheeks so hard
they vibrated, and I began really slamming into her. Her head flew
back and she let out an ear-piercing scream and she started coming.
She came for what seemed like a full five minutes without stopping.
She had just started to lighten up when suddenly her bladder let go. 
She collapsed to the ground and urine ran out of her and soaked the
coat and started to puddle on the floor around us. 

A second later she was on her knees facing me. Urine was still flowing
out of her and she began beating on me with her fists.

I grabbed her wrists and held her until she calmed down a little. Then
she leaned forward and tried to kiss me. But I held her tight until
the fierce expression on her face was replaced with one of exhaustion,
and she slumped to the floor.

I stood up and stared at her. She looked awful. What had been a
beautiful woman was now a sticky mess lying on a urine soaked coat on
a closet floor. She saw me looking and instead of getting up, she lay
there staring at me with a look that was pure evil. A chill ran up my
spine and I knew I had to get out of there, so I opened the door and
looked into the bedroom. Karen appeared to still be asleep, so I
pulled her Mom to her feet and she followed me into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm. She just leaned
against the sink and watched me. As soon as it was warm, I took her
hand. We both stepped in and let the water run over us.

I took a washcloth and began soaping up. Then I noticed that she
hadn't moved. So I began to bathe her. Her short hair was easy to deal
with. After I thoroughly washed it, I went quickly down her body with
the soapy cloth. She had a very nice body. Her medium size breasts
hadn't sagged yet, but I could see a few stretch marks, so I guessed
that maybe she was a few years older than I first suspected. But it
wasn't bad at all, and as I washed her, I began to harden.

As soon as I rinsed the soap from her eyes, she began to watch me. I
finished rinsing her and she stood there as I washed myself. 

When I finished, I turned the water off and helped her out of the
shower.

I started to dry off when I noticed that she hadn't moved, so I gave
her a brisk rubdown with a dry towel, then sat her down on the toilet
while I dried off
After I combed my hair, I stood her up and gave her hair a final
toweling and a comb. I even hit it with a little hair spray that I
found in the medicine cabinet.

Suddenly she was a beautiful, desirable woman again. It was difficult
to think that just a few moments ago she was the person on the closet
floor.

I was actually having fun. I stepped around the corner and threw a
towel over the mess in the closet, then I took a robe that was hanging
there, grabbed my pants and shirt and went back into the bathroom.

I helped her into the robe; then I finished getting dressed and we
were about to step into the living room when she said, "You Mother
Fucker."

Shocked, I stared at her with my mouth open.

She stood in front of me and her eyes were ablaze. She said, "Where
did you learn to screw like that? How long would you have continued
hovering over me? Are you a fucking male witch or something? Did you
put a fucking spell on me?" 

A lot of things went through my mind in a short time. Where had I
learned what to do? I guess it was instinct. It was just a feeling I
had for what women liked.

But also, something about this woman excited me! She was rough and
crude and I'm sure she fucked not only my dad, but God knows how many
others. But for some reason, she turned me on -- I wasn't sure why. It
wasn't love or even affection. It was pure lust and suddenly I wanted
more of her.

She must have seen it on my face, because she got a startled look in
her eyes and started to back away from me. I walked toward her and she
put up her arms to ward me off, but I grabbed her wrists, pinned her
against the wall and kissed her. It wasn't a soft kiss -- it was
brutal. I crushed her lips and ground my body against her. She
returned it for a moment; then she twisted away from me and ran out of
the room and down the stairs.

I started to leave, but when I glanced over at Karen, I saw she had
been watching us.
She motioned to me and patted the bed next to her.

I sat down and started to stammer out something, but she said, "Shh,
it's okay. She tried to screw Vince a bunch of times, but he always
got mad at her. She's really something, isn't she?"

I said, "Yes she is, but why aren't you bothered that your mom is
screwing someone practically in front of you?"

"She's my step-mother. They've only been together for a few years."

"Has she done things like this before?"

"Sure, never when I was this close, but lots of times. Ask your dad."

"You know about that?"

"She always makes sure I know. She gets a kick out of me being
uncomfortable. She's even tried to make some moves on me."

I was embarrassed when I said it, but I blurted out, "Did you let
her?"

She didn't seem to be bothered. She said, "No, but after tonight, I
just might."

"What do you mean by ' after tonight'?"

She took my hands and said, "Pete, Vince is the only boy I've ever
been with. We grew up together. He's a good guy. He's kind and moral
and I've loved him for as long as I remember. But we're almost
grown-ups now, and we both need to move on. We need to see what else
is out there.
Vince has been trying to tell me that for quite a while, but I was
afraid of  losing him. We got into a big argument recently, and I was
secretly glad, because now I'm free to do some things I've wanted to
try. One of them was to make love to you." 

"Why me?"

"Well, several reasons, I guess. One, you're very good looking and
I've always had a little crush on you. Two, I've never been with
anyone else but Vince and I wondered if there is a difference.
Finally, I guess part of it was because you're a friend of Vince's and
I wanted to do it to get back at him for not wanting to go to UCLA
with me.

I thought about what she said for a minute. Then I said, "You're being
very frank with me. Why?"

"Because I learned a lot tonight. When we finished making love, I lay
here for a while thinking that I was in love with you. You were kind
and gentle and took me to places I never imagined. When you went into
the closet with Clair, I was jealous. But as I thought about it, I
realized that I was trying to put myself right back into the place
I've been with Vince. And I don't want to be there any more. I want to
find a man I can love and who loves me. I want a home and babies and
the whole ' white-picket-fence' thing. But not right now! I want to
experience a lot of things first. I want to quit being 'Vince's girl'
and see what the rest of the world is about. You taught me that sex
could be a loving, fun thing. I had a fantastic time and it was better
then I imagined. I want to know if there's some other things I've
missed.

I took her in my arms and she laid her head on my chest. I had
intended on just holding her for a while, but I began to think about
what had happened this evening. It occurred to me that I had been so
interested in how Clair was behaving, that I hadn't really "Finished,"
And I began to get hard. I guess Karen noticed, because she started
rubbing me. Then she unzipped me and took me into her mouth. In almost
no time, I was ready to come, so I stopped her and reached into my
pants for a condom but I didn't have any more.

Karen saw me searching for one, and noticed my disappointment. But,
she got a funny look on her face and said, "I'll be right back," and
she ran into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the toilet
flush, and some water running. A short while later, she came back out.

She had her hands behind her as she grinned and said, "My dad has some
condoms in the main house, but why don't we try something else?"
And she held out a big yellow vibrator.

Then she jumped up in the middle of the bed and sat there with a big
smile on her face.

I started taking my clothes off again, and as I did, I watched Karen. 
I realized that I didn't know her well. She has always been friendly
and she gets along well with the people at school, but the girl
sitting on the bed was a different person. She was bubbly and excited
and her grin got even bigger when I hopped up on the bed next to her.

She pushed me on my back and leaped on top of me in the sixty-nine
position. She lowered her pussy to my mouth as she went down on me.

Karen's sex was clean and fresh smelling. I realized what she'd been
doing in the bathroom. She started sucking me with enthusiasm and I
began working on her sweet pussy. She started getting wet almost as
soon as I touched her clit. I took its little hood between my lips and
forced the button out a little, then started licking and sucking on
it.

I'm not a big fan of sixty-nine, because it's hard to concentrate on
either yourself or the other person. I was thinking about that when I
heard the vibrator start. I wondered what was happening. Then she
touched it to my balls! 

It was so intense I think everything shrunk for a minute, but in
almost no time, I was ready to explode. I quit eating her and lay my
head back to enjoy it. She rolled off me and watched me with a big
grin on her face as I yelled, "Oh Fuck!" and shot a huge load into the
air. I hadn't realized how horny I was, and it felt like I blew the
end of my cock off.

She was like a little kid as she started bouncing up and down and
giggling. She said, "I knew it! I read it somewhere and it said that
guys liked it, but I never tried it!"

She was so cute that I grabbed her and started kissing her. I kissed
her mouth, her eyes, and her neck, then I hugged her to me. She was
laughing the whole time until I lay her on her back and kissed her for
real. I put into it all the passion that I could. At first, she was
quiet. Then she responded by moving under me and hugging me. When I
broke the kiss, she was lying with her eyes closed and she still wore
a slight smile. I started kissing down her throat. This time, when I
got to her breasts, she jerked slightly and began making a purring
noise as I gently licked and suckled her nipples. I spent a lot of
time there and whenever I would glance up, she always had that little
smile.

Eventually, I moved her legs apart, got between them and began licking
her slit and sucking her outer lips into my mouth. She seemed to like
that a lot, and whenever I would touch her clit, she would moan
slightly. She was getting more worked up now -- she began a series of
little climaxes.

She was very wet now. I would lick and suck her for a while and she
would tense up and would suddenly have a very rich taste. I would slow
down for a minute and start over, and she would do it again. She did
it a number of times; then they began to get closer together. I knew
she was getting ready for a big one, so I grabbed the vibrator and
switched it on. When I did, her eyes opened and the smile was replaced
with a surprised expression. But I didn't touch her with it, I just
held it and continued what I was doing. The expression turned intense
-- and so did her movements as I slid my fingers inside her and
searched for her "spot." When I found it, I began massaging her. Karen
closed her eyes again and started quivering. I took her button between
my lips and began flicking my tongue over it and she began moaning and
moving around more urgently. I knew she was going to be ready any
second now, so I touched the tip of the vibrator against her anus and
held it there. She was so wet by now that it easily went in about an
inch. 
She cried "Ahhhhhhh!" and arched her body up at least six inches. I
kept my lips and tongue on her clit and the vibrator in her butt.

Karen began coming. And coming. And coming. I don't know how long she
would have continued, but after a while I got worried that she would
hurt herself, so I pulled out the vibrator and sat back until she
lowered her body to the bed.

The bed was a mess; her body was covered with perspiration; there was
a huge wet spot under her; her hair was sticking to her head. But she
was positively glowing and I never saw her look so beautiful.

I was enjoying just looking at her, and I went to touch her cheek,
when it felt like a building fell on me!

Clair Gilroy was all over me. She was sitting on my back and she was
kicking and punching me and screaming at the top of her lungs. She was
calling me a witch and a warlock and a mother-fucker and a bunch of
things I'd never heard of before. I was having a terrible time trying
to get away from her. I finally threw her off and stood up, but as
soon as she hit the floor, she was back at me, and her punches and
kicks Hurt!

I kept trying to back away, but she was relentless, and the blows came
so fast that there was no way to stop them. I had just about made up
my mind to hit her when Karen yelled, "Mom stop!" But Clair kept on
attacking.

Thinking about it later, it seemed like what happened next was in
slow-motion. I remember Clair's eyes blazing, I remember her flying
fists and I remember seeing a naked Karen standing alongside her. I
think Karen said something to her but I'm not sure, but Clair
backhanded her across the face. A split second went by, then Karen
came back with a huge roundhouse right that started behind her and
landed right on Clair's jaw. Karen must have put everything she had in
that swing, because sweat flew from her arm when she hit her, and
Clair's head snapped around and blood flew from her mouth. The next
thing I knew, Clair was on the floor and Karen was standing over her.

I would like to say that I flew into action and got everyone squared
away, but all I did was stand there rubbing a spot where Clair kicked
me.
Looking stupid. 

It wasn't until I heard Karen say "Ow-ow-ow" that I was able to move.
She was holding the hand she hit Claire with, and she had a pained
expression on her face. I took a quick look at it and it was starting
to look puffy. I told her to sit on the bed and I looked at Clair. 

Clair's eyes were glassy -- she had a vacant look. She was moving her
jaw around and blood was flowing down her chin from a huge split in
her lower lip. As quickly as I could, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed
a wet cloth and put it on her face. 

Karen said, "I have some first aid stuff downstairs."

So Karen threw a coat around he shoulders and the three of us headed
downstairs toward the main house.

I asked, "Where is your dad?"

"He's at the Ventura store. He won't be back till tomorrow."

We went to the master bathroom in the main house and turned on the
lights. I looked at Mrs. Gilroy and it was obvious that she was beyond
first aid. This was going to require stitches.
I asked her if she could get dressed. She said yes and I asked if she
had something that Clair could wear. She started putting on some
slacks and a blouse and handed me some things from Clair's closet.
Then I ran to the kitchen and wrapped some ice in a towel. I put it
around her hand and we went to Clair. 

Clair's lip was split all the way through and already swelling. Blood
had soaked her robe and was starting to drip on the floor, so I took
her to a bathroom, took off the robe and sat her on the tub. I wiped
her down as best I could, then I put a wet washcloth on her face and
put her hand against it. She hadn't said a word the whole time, and
she still had the vacant look in her eyes, but she held the washcloth
while I dressed her.

It was a strange thing trying to dress someone, especially an
attractive woman whom I barely knew. Even though I had just made love
to her, she was still pretty much a stranger, and I couldn't help
looking as I slipped her panties on her and buttoned the blouse around
her. I think I actually started to get a hard-on.
 
Getting her slacks on was tricky, because she kept slipping off the
edge of the tub. So I took her to a bedroom, sat her on the bed and
did it there. Karen came in and was putting some slippers on her, so I
ran some water into a bathtub and threw all the bloody things into it.

On the way to the hospital emergency room, Karen and I talked about
what we were going to say. We decided that they had both slipped on
the stairs and had called me to drive them to the hospital.

Fortunately, it wasn't busy, so we didn't have to wait too long for
the doctor to see them. But they were in there a long time. Karen came
out first and she looked disturbed. By this time, her hand had swelled
to twice its normal size was wrapped in a large bandage. I asked what
the doctor had told her.

She looked glum when she answered, "There's a broken bone in my
knuckle, and when the swelling goes down, I'll have to be in a cast."

I asked, "Does it hurt?"

She said, "Not so bad; he gave me some pills." But she said it in a
little girl voice, so I wrapped my arms around her and held her.

All of a sudden my heart was filled with affection for this girl. I
wanted to hold her and protect her and keep her safe. Those thoughts
were going through my mind when some others began to creep in.
This girl didn't want me to smother her. She wanted to be free to live
her life like she wanted to. She wanted to try new things and see
where they took her. For a minute I think was jealous. 

When the doctor came out a few minutes later, he looked troubled. He
said, "Her lip required several stitches and she has several loose
teeth. They'll probably be all right, but you should have a dentist
examine her. However, she's non-responsive. Is she on some kind of
medication?"

Karen pulled something out of her purse and showed it to him.

The doctor nodded, then said, "I see. Well, she'll be out in a few
minutes." And he turned away.

After I asked her what was going on, she said, "After Mom left, Dad
dated a lot. He met Clair in one of his pharmacies up north. She has
some kind of illness that requires that she take medicine regularly.
If she doesn't, she has wild mood swings. But even when she's on it,
she's pretty wild. I guess it appealed to Dad, because she told me
that the night they met, they went to his hotel, and stayed in bed for
three days.

"At first, I didn't know about her, but I noticed that his business
trips were taking longer than usual. Then, one day, he brought her
home and said they got married in Las Vegas the night before.

"My dad is a wonderful guy and he treats me great. We had a full time
nanny after Mom left. But when Clair moved in the nanny left. Clair is
okay most of the time, but I once heard Dad describe her as a
sex-addict. He even bought a bunch of books and studied it. The
trouble is, she can be very gracious at times, and she's pretty. So
Dad fools himself into thinking she's okay. And I guess she's good in
bed, so he puts up with, and even encourages her fooling around. She
has come right out in front of me and asked Vince to screw her. But
Vince always said no. Except lately, he seems to look at her
strangely. I think maybe he got it on with her."

Just then, the nurse brought out Mrs. Gilroy. She had a large bandage
on her face and her eyes were a little clearer, but she was still
spacey. I guessed that the doctor had given her some of her medicine,
but it hadn't fully taken hold yet.

When we got back to Karen's, we put Clair to bed and sat down for a
while. 

I said, "It's been an unusual evening."

She said, "Yes it has, but did I tell you how great it was making love
to you?"

I said, "Yes it was. You were wonderful as well. Vince is nuts for
leaving."

She kissed me warmly. Then she looked at me, grinned, and said, "Vince
who?"

I laughed and stood up. Then I said, "It's late. I have to go."

She walked me to the door. We kissed again and she asked, "Can we make
love again?"

Surprised, I said, "Gee Karen, I'm uhh, kinda tired, but if you want
to --"

She laughed out loud and said, "Not now, silly, I mean another time."

I said, "Oh!  --I'd love to." I started to leave, then turned and asked,
"What are you going to tell your Dad about what happened tonight?"

"I'm going to tell him what happened."

"Everything?"

"Yes. If I don't, she will."

"Will he be mad?"

"Only about the hospital bill. He'll understand about everything
else."

I shook my head and left.

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