
STRIP - Chapter Four - Sandy Bitches

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This is Chapter Four of a multi-part Naked In School story.  The characters:

Father:  Dick Treyshun
Mother:  Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his):  Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers):  Penny Fallopia
Bethany:  Penny's best friend, hot for Rod
Sandy:  Cassi's best friend

In Chapter Three, Rod and Penny have an almost-sex session, and Penny asks Rod to 
help out her friend Bethany, so she can be successful in STRIP.  Rod does his best but 
stops short of intercourse. his two vendor compatriots had sent Dick home with an 
excessive case of the hornies.  Rod calls his house expecting his mother to answer, 
finds his dad at home and sends Bethany to father Dick to finish the job.

After stripping, sucking and fucking, Bethany tells Dick to pay more attention to his 
daughter Penny, because her brother Rod's notoriety is getting his sister depressed.

This chapter picks up the next morning.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of View 
(POV) character in different scenes.  A scene divider indicates scene changes 
and possible POV changes as well.

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Dick opened his eyes.  It was Thursday morning, and Bethany, his sonŐs new girlfriend 
and the best friend of his daughter Penny, had quenched his pent-up sexual appetite.  
The clock said 7:00 AM.  Shit!  He had an early final specifications meeting.  He slid out 
of bed, threw himself under the spray of a steaming shower, skipped shaving, and 
grabbed the closest shirt, tie and suit from his closet.  Cassi was still asleep, from 
whatever charity event she'd attended the previous night.

Dick tried to muffle his plodding down the stairs.  Penny was about to open the door.  
Once again, she was in her cheerleading costume.  "Hey, sweets.  You want a lift to 
school?"

"Sure, thanks.  These before-school practices are getting really old."  She reseated her 
backpack on her shoulder.

They got into Dick's car and he backed out of the garage and down the driveway.  

Occasionally, he glanced at his daughter's legs, long and toned from all that exercise.  
On a previous drive home, she'd flipped her skirt and saw her undies.  "I don't think I've 
seen you in anything but your uniform all week."  Dick remembered Bethany's comment 
about Penny's nipples.  The thick letter sweater hid them very effectively.

"Coach says we have to wear them until we get our routines right.  Even though I 
shower, I still feel dirty."

Dick felt dirty, imagining Penny in various states of undress.  "We're all in difficult 
situations, it seems.  Your cheerleading, my project, Rod and STRIP.  Only your mother 
seems to be pleasantly engaged."

Penny began to cough violently, her face turning red.

"Are you okay?  Can you breath?"  Dick considered pulling over and giving her mouth-
to-mouth.  And when her breathing returned to normal, he might just slip her a tongue.  
Traffic ahead stopped suddenly.  Dick slammed on the breaks to avoid a rear end 
collision.

Penny threw her hands on the dashboard.  "Daddy!  Watch what you're doing.  I'm fine."

Dick pulled up to the school and let Penny out.  Her hips naturally swayed from side to 
side as she walked towards the building.  How am I going to concentrate when those 
two vixens at work flaunt their bodies at me, he thought.

* * * * * * * * * * 

Someone grabbed Penny from behind around the waist and lifted her off the ground.  
"Put me down!"

It was Bethany, as Penny had never seen her.  Instead of layers of saggy, baggy 
clothing, Bethany was showing it like she owned it.  Her blouse had a scoop neck.  
Bethany wore it with one shoulder exposed.  Her skirt was knee length, showing more 
than she ever had before.  The black calf-high boots made her legs seem longer and 
the skirt shorter.  She spread her arms and dipped.  "So, how do I look?"

"Awesome!  I mean it!  But what about your folks?  Did they see you like this?"

"Oh no!  They'd lock me in the basement if they found out.  My aunt loaned me these 
things, to wear to a party."

"What party is that, and am I invited?"

"I made it up, silly."  Bethany swayed back and forth, twirling the skirt higher.

"So, how were things with Rod?"  Penny was certain that Bethany's new attitude was 
from foreplay with Rod, giving her confidence to participate in STRIP.

"Terrific!  We're a couple, as of yesterday."  She pulled a gold chess piece from her 
purse.  "See, he gave me his queen, get it?  He's the best."  Other girls gathered to 
strike up conversations with the New Bethany.  As the crowd closed in on Bethany, 
Penny was pushed further and further away.  "Oh, and your Dad was awesome!"  

Bethany and her entourage moved off, leaving Penny standing there.  "My Dad?  Oh my 
God!"

Penny spied Rod at the doorway.  She sprinted over.  "Hey, bro, I need a favor."

"No, I won't fuck you."  Rod didn't keep his voice down, and several students heard his 
denial.

"Shhhh.  I want our room for myself tonight."

Rod showed some discretion and whispered.  "How come?  You have a hot date with a 
purple plastic cylinder?"

"Damn you!  Somehow, some way, I'm going to get Dad to fuck me."

"God, sis!  You're just trying to get even, because I fucked Mom."

"So what if I just want what everybody else seems to be getting.  Including Bethany, by 
the way."

"Don't be angry with me.  I couldn't do it.  STRIP rules.  But I figured Dad wouldn't pass 
up the opportunity."

Penny scratched her head.  "And you're okay with your girlfriend sleeping with your 
father?"

"If I can't, then at least it's staying in the family.  And Dad in your bed is intra-family too, 
come to think of it."  Rod chuckled.  "I was planning to join the chess club's attempt to 
break the Guinness record for multiple blindfolded chess matches tonight.  I'll just hang 
out with some of the guys and mooch dinner off one of them."

"Perfect.  Just make sure you don't come home until the wee hours.  Maybe even sleep 
over someplace."

"Again?  I just did that.  But how are you going to get Mom out of the house at night?"

"The way she's been avoiding Dad, I might not have to do anything."

"Do you think Dad will do it?"

"I bet he's so horny, he'll drop his pants at the first opportunity.  And I'll be ready, on my 
back, legs spread."

"Sheesh, you don't have to be so graphic about it!"

* * * * * * * * * * 

Dick drove home with only one thing on his mind - patching things up with his wife. 
Whatever she and Rod had done last Friday was water under the bridge. He'd had his 
own little one-night stand with Bethany and understood perfectly the slippery slope that 
can derail anyone with high sexuality from absolute fidelity.

Cassi wasn't in the family room or kitchen. "Cassi!"  He flew up the stairs. Cassi was 
sitting on their bed. "We have to talk."

"Yes we do. Sit down."

Dick parked himself close but Cassi slid away putting a gap between them. "it's all my 
fault."

"What is?"

"You and Rod. He told me."

Cassi put her face in her hands. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I can't control myself."

Dick hadn't either when Bethany visited. Now was probably not the best time to mention 
his indiscretion. "But I put you in a bad position. I should never have suggested that you 
and Rod get physical with each other or take off clothes. I didn't realize it then, but I set 
you up."

"On Friday, yes."

"And nothing happened over the weekend, right?"

"Ha.  That was easy because Rod was barely home.   But what about Monday?"

"What about it?"  Dick scratched his chin.

"It was Rod's first day of strip and he asked for a refresher. I hugged him and kissed 
him.  The next thing I know, he's between my legs pounding away. And to be perfectly 
honest, I loved it."

Dick was shocked.  They'd fucked twice?  Maybe a refresher before his first day was 
reasonable.  "Okay so I'll speak to Rod. He shouldn't be taking advantage-"

"And then on Tuesday-"

"No!  Really?"

"Yes. In the kitchen while I was cooking, Rod told me about an experience he had with 
his female partner.  We roll played, and he took me from behind. God it was glorious. 
With every thrust, he lifted me off the ground.  The strength and energy of that boy."

"I had no idea."

"On Wednesday, I marched in to his room, pulled off his pajamas and climbed on top. I 
practically raped the kid. He nearly ripped my nipples off that time. I came harder than I 
ever had before."

Dick was flabbergasted but tried to maintain an even exterior.  After all, this was his 
wife, his life partner.  "Cassi, we can get through this together."  He reached for her 
hand.

She folded her hands in her lap.  "I don't think I can.  I had a therapy session with Dr. 
Fine last night.  She's a psychologist Sandy recommended."

Ah yes.  Sandy, friend since grammar school, and a royal pain.  Always butting in.  "We 
don't need a shrink.  We can work this out ourselves."  Dick made a lunge for Cassi's 
arm and made contact.

She pulled it away.  "I told Dr. Fine the whole sordid story. STRIP. You. Rod. Before our 
session concluded, she urged me to do two things. One, to tell you what happened. 
Which I've done.  And second, that I needed some space, to think about things.  So I've 
decided to go away for a while. From you.  From Rod.  From any temptation."

Dick noticed the suitcase near the closet door.  "You're packed?  Come on, we're a 
team.  I know you can control this.  One thing that'll help is if we get back in the groove."  
Dick raised an eyebrow, his secret signal to Cassi when they were out in public that they 
should retreat to a private place and have sex.

"Let me tell you about control.  This morning, despite all of the techniques the 
psychologist suggested, I pulled Rod into the shower.  He didn't seem to be interested.  
Maybe he's got somebody at school. But STRIP doesn't allow sex right?  Well, anyway I 
got him so excited he flattened me against the wall and fucked me standing up."

Dick was astounded. Cassi had become Rod's cock slave, and he hadn't even asked.  
"But sweetie, where will you go?"

"Downstate to visit my folks. I haven't seen them since last Thanksgiving."

Dick struggled with a reply to Cassi, to assure here that everything would be fine without 
the help of Dr. Fine, but he was at a loss for words.

A scream from the bathroom down the hall interrupted their discussion. "Wait here.  
Don't leave."  Dick bolted from the bed and burst into the bathroom. Penny was standing 
in the tub clutching the shower curtain to her baked body. The translucent frosted plastic 
curtain showed her puffy dark nipples and hinted at a dark patch between her thighs.

"Daddy, there's a spider!  A big nasty one!"

Dick pulled the opposite end of the curtain back.  A small spider crawled along the edge 
of the tub, avoiding water.  "I'll kill it and rinse it down the drain."

"No, please.  You know how I feel about animals.  Catch it and put it outside.  Pleeeze!"

Dick grabbed a paper cup from a wall dispenser, knelt down at the edge of the tub and 
leaned over to catch the insect.  When he glanced at the far end of the tub, the other 
half of Penny's naked body was exposed:  a curved breast and protuberant nipple, a leg 
all the way to groin.  It took three tries due to the distraction but Dick finally trapped the 
spider in the cup.  He folded the top of the cup over so there would no escape.  Dick 
stood up, to dump the spider and then convince his wife to stay.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Daddy if I was in STRIP, would the boys like me?"

They'd kill each other to get their hands on a body like yours.  "Yes, darling."

"Wait.  Before you go, let me kiss my hero."

Dick walked closer.  Penny cupped his face with her hand.  The shower curtain swayed.  
Penny's naked breasts came into view.  Dick didn't expect a full mouth kiss but I got 
one, hard and needy.  Bethany had told Dick that Penny felt left out.  Was Penny turned 
on by the thought of STRIP?  Her hand on his ass was a sure sign she was interested in 
him.

Dick was turned on, this close to her naked body.  God, what has this program done to 
me?  I never thought about my kids and sex at the same time.  First, I brought my wife 
and son together, and now I'm fantasizing about my daughter.  Dick put one arm around 
Penny's naked body and hugged back.  God, her skin was so smooth and slippery from 
the shower.  He wanted desperately to let his hand wander lower, explore the nether 
regions-  No, this was sick.  Dick opened the window and shook the spider from the cup.  
"There, all gone."

The doorbell rang.  Cassi poked her head into the bathroom. Penny had pulled the 
shower curtain shut and stepped back, her figure obscured by the frosty curtains. 
"That's Sandy.  She's taking me to the Amtrak station."

"Where are you going?" Penny leaned forward.  Her nipples poked at the plastic 
curtains.

"Your father will explain."

Dick gave his daughter one last lecherous glance and followed his wife down stairs. 
When Cassi opened the door, Sandy was there, arms crossed. Her short pixie haircut 
reminded Dick of Mary Lou Retton, except her extended jaw, like a bulldog.  She glared 
at Dick as if he'd intentionally run over her dog.  Dick didn't even know if she had a dog.

To Sandy, Cassi said, "Let's go."  Sandy took the suitcase from her fiend's hand.  "I'll 
call when I get there. There's some food in the fridge.  The carryout menus are in the 
drawer by the stove.  Let Penny try her hand."

Dick remembered the feel of Penny's fingers on his butt. What would he do if she tried 
that again?  "Cassi, don't go.  We can make this work.  I know it, and so do you."

Sandy snorted, took Cassi's hand and led her down the cement walkway.

After Cassi walked out, Dick looked at the landing at the top of the stairs. Penny stood in 
her bathrobe, the belt tied around he waist.  He was certain she was naked under the 
robe, fresh from her shower.  

Dick took one step up the staircase.  Penny untied the belt and let it drop to the floor.

He advanced one step closer.  Penny slid her leg through the gap, exposing it from her 
toe all the way up to her groin.  Her crotch was still covered but her cleavage was 
exposed, as well as the inside curves of her breasts.

With one more step, Dick anticipated that the robe would open, and his daughter's body 
would be on full display.  Not only available for viewing, but for touching and kissing and 
probing and-

The doorbell rang again.

Dick stopped dead in his tracks.  "There, your mother changed her mind."

Penny scowled, pulled her robe shut and retreated to her room.

Dick flung the door open expecting Cassi. Instead Bethany came through, in a scoop 
necked blouse, knee length skirt and calf-high boots.  Her eyes were red, and the scant 
make-up she'd applied had run down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?

She fell into Dick's arms.  He held her to comfort, not to seduce, but his prick was still 
stiff from Penny's peek-a-boo show.

"My parents caught me in these clothes and threw me out.  They said they didn't want a 
slut living under their roof."

"There, there.  You're no slut."  Although Dick had seduced her quite easily after Rod did 
the groundwork.  Had she started sleeping with STRIP students?

Penny came barreling down the stairs.  She displaced her father as the Bethany hugger.  
"Let's go to my room."  Supporting her best friend, Penny led Bethany upstairs.  

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Penny and Bethany walked up in tandem.  Penny pushed the door open but let her best 
friend go in first.  Once inside, Penny pushed the door shut and hugged Bethany.

"What am I going to do?" Bethany's arms held on tight.

"It'll be okay. Stay here with us."

"I can't do that forever."

"Just until your folks come around."

Bethany pulled her head from Penny's shoulder.  "It's my father. My mother is generally 
okay but doesn't think she can say anything to contradict him."

"Well, maybe I'll have a little chat with your dad."

For the first time during this visit, Bethany smiled.  "You know I love your family. You. 
Rod. Your father."  Bethany brushed her lips against Penny's.

"And we love you."  Penny leaned forward and gave her best friend their first shared 
kiss.

"You're my best friend."  Bethany kissed back once, and then again.  "Did you just 
shower?"

"Yeah, plus I was making a move on daddy dearest."  Penny opened her robe.  "I 
flashed him."  It seemed to make sense at the time, given their growing physical 
intimacy.

"Wow!  And how did he react?"

"I don't know. You rang the doorbell."

"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry."  Bethany's arms snaked under the robe, surrounded 
Penny's naked body and brought her close for  more kisses.  "hey, want to try 
something?  Pretend your tongue is a penis and put it into my mouth."

Penny did as instructed.  Bethany's tongue was rolled up, simulating a vagina.  Their 
joined saliva fizzed like soda in Mentos.  "Where'd you learn that?"

"They teach us all kinds of things in STRIP.  I love the sex-"

"Hang on.  STRIP doesn't allow sex."

"I meant, the sexual stuff we do.  All simulated.  The only real sex I've had is your father.  
I want Rod to make love with me, but he refuses."  Bethany massaged Penny's ass with 
her fingers.

Penny was pleased by the physical attention.  She craved it, and her best friend was 
delivering.  "You're getting me wet."

"Ooh, me too."  Bethany brought a hand around Penny's waist, across her belly and 
down.  "Wow, you're not kidding."  Without announcement, she slid a finger into Penny's 
pussy.

Penny squatted a bit and spread her thighs to allow easier access.  If her best friend 
could feel her up, she deserved the same privilege.  She shoved her hand up Bethany's 
skirt.  Her panties were a trivial barrier.  Bethany's pussy was slippery, more like mucus.  
"Do you like this?"

"Uh huh.  Where's your purple plastic penis?"  Bethany's cunt pulsed and squeezed the 
digital intruder.

"By the bed."  Penny wanted even more physical attention.  "Touch my clit."

Bethany brought her thumb into contact with Penny's mini penis.  "Would you like to 
play around?"

Penny was having fun, almost too much fun.  She knew what would make them both 
feel better, and it didn't involve woman on woman fondling.  "Maybe later.  Right now, 
we need a different therapy."  She shrugged the robe from her shoulders.

Bethany brought her idle hand around to Penny's chest.  "Your tits are so nice. I wish 
mine were smaller."

Penny brought a hand up to Bethany's blouse.  It wasn't the same as feeling bare skin, 
but Penny didn't want to strip her friend.  At least, not at that moment.  "But yours are so 
big and firm.  The guys drool over tits like that.  Marsha has to beat them off with a 
stick."  Marsha was the head cheerleader, with breasts that rivaled Bethany's in size but 
perhaps not in self-support.

"Or maybe she just beats them off."  Bethany giggled.  "Can I feel your breasts against 
mine?"

"Later, I promise.  We've got to get going before the stores close."

"Why?  Where are going?"

"Shopping therapy, on Daddy."


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Dick paced for what seemed to be hours.  The girls came down, bubbling and joking.  
Penny was dressed in tank top and jeans.  She radiated a glow.  Bethany's face had 
been washed.

"Daddy, I need the car keys."

I handed them over.

The girls held hands. "And your plastic."

"Huh?"

"Your credit card. The best therapy is shopping therapy."

Dick opened his wallet and handed over his MasterCard. "Have a little mercy okay?  I 
haven't earned that bonus yet."

Penny leaned close. "After what Bethany gave you, the least you can do is buy her an 
outfit or something."

For a split second, Dick wondered how Penny knew they'd fucked, but it was 
immediately obvious. They were best friends after all. Friends with benefits?

Dick sat on a kitchen stool as the garage door whirred and the engine of his car revved. 
God, Penny had a lead foot.
He dug around in the fridge for something to eat. He snagged a few pieces of 
vegetarian pizza from their cardboard carton. He preferred sausage and mushroom but 
Cassi had made this purchase for herself and whatever kids were home that night.

The doorbell interrupted him in mid bite. Did Cassi change her mind and take a cab 
home?  Or maybe Penny forgot something, like all the cash in his wallet.

On the other side of the door was Sandy.  Her normally extended jaw jutted out even 
further like a ravenous carp.

When Dick took Cassi as his lawfully wedded wife he got Sandy at no extra charge. The 
two women had been friends since grammar school, like peanut butter and jelly . Cassi 
was the sweet one.  Sandy was nuts. Fortunately, Sandy's husband was an overweight 
workaholic who never socialized, so Dick's exposure was limited.  A couple of years 
previous, Sandy invited Dick and Cassi over to watch the SuperBowl.  Sandy's husband, 
with bowls of potato chips and pretzels in his arms, didn't say a single word to Dick the 
entire game.

Sandy strutted in like the house was hers. "You don't deserve that woman.  I've said so 
for years."

Dick's head turned like a lighthouse beacon.  "I know. Is there something I can-"

She stood with her hands on her hips, like Penny doing one of her cheerleader 
numbers.  "Do you know the last thing she said as she boarded the train?  That you 
needed someone to take care of you while she's gone. Even then, her thoughts were 
about you." She slapped his arm.   "After what you made her do."

"Wait a second. Made her?  What did she tell you?"

"You really want me to say it out loud?  Okay."  Sandy shook her head.  The boyish 
hairstyle barely moved.  "You told her to get undressed and have sex with Rod."

Dick felt his ears heat up.  "That's not what happened. I take some responsibility for 
putting her in a vulnerable position. But it was her decision to have sex with him.  I 
wasn't even at home."

"I don't believe you."  Sandy pointed a finger.  "She said you made it happen."

"So don't believe me, but it's the truth.  And I certainly didn't suggest or encourage her 
fuck him Monday through Thursday."

Sandy's hand and considerable jaw dropped.  "Are you serious?  It wasn't just once?"

Maybe friends don't tell friends everything, especially when the things are embarrassing.  
"Nope.  Every morning before school.  Did she leave that out?"  Dick recalled Bethany 
confiding in Penny.  "Just what do you know about our sex life?"  After all those years, 
Dick expected that Cassi told her best friend something.

Sandy exhaled sharply. "I never believed a word. She said you did it every night."

Dick nodded.  "Which had been true from the day we got married up until last Friday."

"Nobody does it that often."  Sandy plopped down on the living room sofa and took a 
defensive stance, arms folded.

"Well, we do. Or did."  Dick sat on a hassock, and leaned forward.  "See, one of the 
things that attracted me to Cassi in the first place was our sexuality matched. We're 
both high sexed. What I didn't realize was how that might play out when I asked her to 
coach Rod in foreplay."  For emphasis, Dick repeated, "Foreplay."

Sandy made a strange face like I'd spoken in a foreign language.  "Back before you two 
met, she was always on some guy's arm."

Dick didn't expect that Cassi's sexuality started when they met, but that history.  "She 
got carried away with Rod.  I understand.  I don't blame her at all.  Like I said,  I put 
them in that position.  Touching.  Partially undressed."

"But every night?"

Sandy was still back on the frequency issue.  "You mean our sex life?  How often do 
you and what's his name do it?"

"Arthur, and twice a month. On the 15th and the 30th."

It was Dick's turn to be incredulous.  "How can you schedule something like that?  And 
how do you handle your urges the rest of the time?"

"I don't have any, I guess."  Sandy's knees repeatedly separated and tapped. Dick knew 
she was getting aroused from their conversation. If she got really horny, she might go 
home and jump her husband's bones, off schedule.

"Everybody has sexual needs. You're probably repressing them. Food?"  Sandy's body 
was not that of an overeater.  She had nice curves once you got south of her neck.  
"Shopping, maybe."  The girls had gone shopping.

"I'm not the topic.  You are.  So if you're so sexually needy all the time, what are you 
going to do while Cassi's gone. hmm?"

Dick had been backed into a corner.  He couldn't tell Sandy that he hoped for more 
opportunities with Bethany, and might eventual succumb to his own daughter's 
advances.  And then there were the other STRIP coeds.  Dick cleared his throat.  "I'll 
admit, it'll be difficult. Being so horny, I'm easily distracted  For example, there are two 
attractive women at work who have no idea how they're affecting me."

"Well, don't you get fired for sexual harassment .  Cassi needs to come home to an 
employed husband even if he does have excessive urges."

My urges weren't excessive for me.  "You're right.  I need to focus on work and not 
coworkers.  I can't help it if women get me excited.  I don't want to feed your ego, but I 
find you sexy."

"Me?  You've got to be joking."  A hint of pink rose in Sandy's cheeks.

Dick lied and fanned the flames.  "Not at all. Your pixie face and those cute round 
breasts. You wore a bikini to that pool party last year and really strutted your stuff."

"I did not!"  Her cheeks reddened  "You're a married man. You weren't supposed to 
notice."

"If you didn't want to be noticed, you shouldn't have worn such a skimpy top that barely 
covered your tits, and bottoms that molded to your ass and-"

Sandy grabbed for her chest.  "Stop it."

"Why?  Is all if this sex talk getting you horny?  What would be so wrong, going home 
and asking Artie to take care of your needs?"

Sandy's fingers were caressing her breasts, and she didn't seem to notice.  "Art would 
just tell me to suck it up for another, what, week and a-  oh my God."  Sandy's hands 
went from tits to face.  "Take care of him. That's what Cassi said. Her exact words. Take 
care of Dick while I'm away.  You said 'take care of your needs'.  Do you think she 
meant-"

I was certain that Cassi had no intention of setting me up with Sandy. Even if Cassi 
wanted to get absolution by having me fuck somebody, it wouldn't have been Sandy. 
 They were just two close  No way.  And from my perspective, I wasn't interested in 
fucking anybody with the attitude and temperament of Sandy.  Bethany, yes, in a 
heartbeat.  Penny, yes, after a modicum of consideration. But Sandy?  "I'm sure she 
meant to look in on me every once in a while, maybe drop off something to eat-"

"No.  Cassi is very precise in her use of language. She's got a literature degree after all. 
She meant that I should have sex with you." Her hands began unbuttoning her blouse.  
"But I can't do it every day. God I'd be so sore."

"You don't have to do anything. Button up. You're married. You don't want to mess 
things up for you."

Sandy looked up from her unbuttoning task.  "My marriage is already messed up, which 
is why I'm seeing Doctor Fair."   She peeled back the edges if her blouse. The white bra 
held two round breasts captive with a wide gap in-between. "And I can tell that you're 
horny by the lump in your pants."

"You're not obligated.  Really."  Sandy might have thought she was responsible, but 
Dick's erection from Penny's show and hugging Bethany had never diminished.

Sandy smiled.  "This is a good idea for lots of reasons.  You won't be so horny that you'll 
do anything fatal at work. And it'll prevent you God forbid from making moves on your 
own daughter."

Penny had come close to exposing her ripe body.  Would Dick have acted on the 
invitation?  "Penny?  I'd never-"

"Oh but you might, as revenge for Cassi and Rod. The mind works in mysterious ways."

Sandy left her blouse fall behind her. Upon closer examination, her breasts were small 
and round like baseballs. Smaller than Bethany's or Penny's for that matter but bigger 
than Cassi's bug bites. Sandy stood. "We should go to the bedroom." Dick watched 
Sandy's ass wiggle with a lot more energy than he'd ever witnessed before. Yes, he'd 
looked on other occasions.

Dick followed her upstairs.  She headed straight for the master bedroom.  Once inside, 
Sandy slid her slacks off. She looked young because of her diminutive body, childlike 
features and short hair.  She looked even younger than Bethany, who was barely legal.

As long as Dick didn't look at Sandy's face, his cock remained at attention.  So, he 
looked into her eyes.  She was crazed, under some kind of spell.  It was either the 
possibility of off-schedule sex or his large erection that had her mesmerized.  "You have 
to get undressed.  Otherwise I can't take care of you-"

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"  Dick remained dressed.  Perhaps he could 
convince Sandy to back off.

"No, but you claim to need sex every day. Have you gotten laid in the last 24 hours?"

Dick shook his head.

"Well then, per explicit instructions from your wife, I'm here to provide aid and comfort."

Dick crossed his arms.  "I won't do it."  He didn't believe the words coming out of his 
mouth.  He was horny and a willing female was ready to give him relief.

Sandy fell to her knees in front of him, breathing on his groin.  "You have to."  Her hand 
grazed his crotch.  "I need you to.  God, do you know how many times Cassi has 
described the thrill she gets from having sex with you?  Once, she said, 'If only you 
could have that feeling-'  Well, this is my chance.  She gave me her blessing, and God 
damn it, you're going to fuck me until I like it."

Dick almost fell over.  The pretense was down like a busted balloon.  This was for her, 
not for him.  She wanted to be on the receiving end of a good fuck, and Dick knew how 
to deliver those.  Dick had lost the battle but won the war. Sandy wasn't going home 
horny. Just the opposite. Dick pulled off his t-shirt while Sandy unbuckled and unzipped 
his pants.

"Oh my God! Look at that!" Sandy pointed at the bulge in his jockeys.

"Did Cassi every describe me?"

"Well yeah, but again I thought she was exaggerating. And she got that every day?"  
The back of her hand grazed his cotton-covered cock.

"Uh huh."  Dick reached for his jockeys but Sandy was quicker.  His underwear hit the 
floor, leaving him buck-naked.

"Oh my God. It's huge."  Sandy laid the penis in her flat hand.  "I'm not sure it will fit. Art 
is so much smaller."

Given her hostile demeanor, Dick had never really been attracted to Sandy.  However, 
seeing her in bra and panties made a huge difference.  This was an opportunity to take 
the edge off.  Maybe he could avoid cajoling Bethany for another roll in the sack, and 
delay sex with his daughter, which still gave him qualms.  Besides, it would bring Miss 
Smarty Pants down a rung.  How could she bitch at him if they'd shared that kind of 
intimacy?  And if he got her engine really revving, then maybe she'd understand his and 
Cassi's situation better.  Besides, who in his right mind turned down the offer of sex?

Sandy climbed onto the king bed and faced the headboard on all fours. "You can go 
ahead now, but please take it slow."

She was still in bra and panties.  "What?  No foreplay?"

"This is the way Art and I do it. He cuddles up behind me, pulls my panties to the side, 
and slides in and out.  Do you want to get a magazine first?"

"What, like Playboy or something?"  Dick glanced at his erection,  He didn't need any 
more stimulation.

"No, I mean to read while we're doing it.  Art usually lays a sports magazine on my back. 
 Why?  What do you and Cassi do?"

Dick couldn't believe it.  Art actually read a magazine while fucking his wife?  What an 
insensitive dork!  Dick promised himself to make this a fuck Sandy would never forget.  
He laid alongside and pulled her close.  "We pay attention to each other, not some 
magazine."  He kissed her, which required turning his head ninety degrees to get past 
her jaw.  

Her lips protested for an instant but softened as he slid his fingers along her body from 
her hip up to her shoulder. Dick avoided her breasts, waiting until she wanted that 
attention. His cock bounced off her belly and thighs.  Their lips parted company.  

"Wow. That was hot."  

Dick put his hand on her upper chest, sliding it up along her neck and around the back 
of her head. He leaned her forward and they kissed again, this time with her Sandy 
holding his face. 

Her kisses were urgent.  "Art only kisses me on the forehead," she said.  "That was 
nice."

"This is nicer."  Dick slid his fingers into her panties.

"Wait, let me get them off.  I don't them stretched."

Dick knew his cock was going to stretch her vagina, so what did a pair of panties 
matter?  Once Sandy was bare from the waist down, Dick rubbed his cock back and 
forth across her labia.  He felt no natural moisture.  "Are you prepared?"

"What do you mean?  Don't you just stick it in?"

"Not with my size.  Is Art smaller?"

"He's about the same length, but thinner.  Problem is, he can't get close with his belly."

So that's why he does it doggy.  To get closer for any penetration, let alone maximum.  
"I won't have that problem.  But you need to be lubricated or it won't be pleasant at all."  
Dick slid down and moved his face close to her pussy.  The smell was putrid.  Hadn't 
she bathed, or was this her natural odor?  Reluctantly, he slid his tongue up and down 
her labia, having second thoughts about sticking his cock inside.

Sandy went crazy, throwing her hips around with every lick.  "Oh, oh, oh shit!"

After only a minute, Dick couldn't stand it.  He scooted up, face to face.  "Roll over."

Sandy did as directed, turning her back to him.

Dick lifted Sandy's right leg and rubbed his cock around the entrance to her pussy.  
"Scoot down."

She did.  Dick held his ground.  Sandy's cunt took the tip and a bit more.  "Oh my!  It's 
in!"  She wiggled her ass.  "But you're not moving."

"You told me to take it slow.  But if you're anxious-"  Dick jabbed his hips forward as he 
slid his body closer to hers.  More of his cock disappeared.

"Ooooohhhhh.  Too much, too fast.  if you rip me open, we'll have to wait until I heal for 
the next time."

Dick hadn't finished the first time, and Sandy was talking about a return engagement?  
Would Sandy actually come over periodically to keep him sexually satisfied?  He 
unclipped her bra.  

It fell froward, the straps at her wrists.  "Art leaves my bra on.  If I'm wearing one."

"Well, for Cassi, her breasts are an erogenous zone."  With one hand, Dick palmed her 
tit and slid her nipples between his fingers.  "And she goes nuts when I touch her here."  
He humped against her, drilling deeper.  Despite her age, at only two fucks per month, 
Sandy's pussy was in almost pristine condition.  Maybe even a bit tighter than 
Bethany's, but Bethany had been using Mr. T the Dildo for pleasure.

"This feels good, but the position is awkward.  Can you get behind me?"

"Okay."  Dick scooted down, withdrawing from the tight flesh sheath.

Sandy got into her preferred position, on hands and knees with her thighs spread.  

Dick slowly reentered her pussy from behind.  In that position, he had two free hands to 
cup and massage her tits.  Dick plunged deeper after each withdrawal, maintaining a 
reasonable speed, not so fast that Sandy would feel threatened or assaulted.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"No, I haven't really gotten going. Why?"

"It just that Art is usually through by now."

Art must be a quick finisher.  "And what about you?  Are you satisfied?"

"Am I supposed to be?"

What kind of sex life did she have?  Merely as a sperm repository?   If Sandy was 
younger, she'd be the perfect candidate for STRIP.  "Yes, both partners should get 
satisfaction.  Does Art ever do anything with this?"  Dick rubbed his finger against her 
pussy, groping for her clit.

Sandy jerked.  Her cunt clamped down.   "Hell no!"

"Well, I'm going to make sure you have some fun, so you can feel what Cassi feels 
when we have sex."

Dick started pumping her pussy harder, faster, while gently flicking his fingers around 
her pussy entrance.

Sandy pushed her ass back, making a better target.  "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh 
God! Oh God!"

Dick felt omnipotent, working this pathetic woman towards perhaps the first orgasm of 
her pitiful sex life.

Sandy was humping back, occasionally exhaling with an "Oooh" or "Aaaah."  "Art 
doesn't do any of this, the bastard.  Hell, no wonder why I'm seeing a shrink!"

Dick's cock hadn't shrunk a bit.  It was rock solid, reaming out Sandy's barely used 
vagina.  "You need physical attention, not mental."  Dick was aiming for a big finish, a 
simultaneous orgasm that would leave them both spent and satisfied.  His hips were a 
steam locomotive, relentlessly pursuing delivery of his load at Pussy Junction.

"You have to stop."  Sandy was whimpering.

"Why?"

Sandy's breathing got ragged.  "I'm getting cramps."

"It's not cramps.  You're building to an orgasm.  Go with it."

"I am?  Oh God bless you."  Dick's dick was long enough to reach Sandy's cervix.  "Hey, 
watch it.  That's painful."

Dick backed off a bit, but was really excited by the idea of cumin into Sandy's uterus.  
Dick glanced right. He and Sandy were reflected in profile in the closet door mirror. Her 
head reared up with every thrust. Dick had never watched himself having sex before. It 
was ironic that his partner was Sandy, not Cassi. The images fed the intensity of his 
attack.  Seeing his prick drill Sandy's pussy spurred him on. "Cunt or face? he shouted.  
He prayed for the former.

"What?"

"I'm going to cum. In your pussy or on your face?"

"In me. Cum in me.  We're going to cum together."

Dick drove his dick home in repeated thrusts. The head if his cock tingled. "Uhhhhh, 
uhhhhhhh."

"Are you ready?  Oh God, I hope you're ready  Yes, do it.  I'm ready."  Sandy's muscles 
tightened.  

Dick probed for Sandy's uterus despite her previous protest. His dickhead pressed 
against her cervix.

As cum exploded from his cock, Sandy reared up her head, tits pointing forward. She 
cried out, like a wolf baying at the moon.  Her face lengthened, her jaw dropped, her 
mouth a cavern. And for the first time, Dick witnessed her jaw line up with the rest of her 
face. Her profile was pretty, which made Dick cum even harder. Maybe next time he'd 
fuck her face to face, just to see that expression of fulfilled lust.

Sandy collapsed on the bed, her ravaged pussy on display.  Wads of bodily fluids 
leaked out.  

Dribbles of cum hung off the tip of Dick's cock and dropped to the sheet.  "Sandy, can 
you do me a favor?"

"After that?  Anything!"

"Could you put up a load of linens?"

Sandy turned to face Dick.  "All right."  Still naked, Sandy stripped the bed and tottered 
downstairs.  She came up a few minutes later, wiping her pussy with tissue.  "You guys 
sure go through sheets.  Does someone have a bladder problem?"

"Nope. They get soiled from vigorous sex."

Sandy paused, looking at Dick's wilting cock.  "Oh."


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###  An Original H M Tale  ###

Cassi gone, Penny thwarted, Dick satisfied.
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