Office Mating 2

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Oops!  NOT A Harvey Marcus Retrospective:  Office Mating Part 2

Yes, I know I categorized OFFICE MATING as an Official Retrospective, and this 
chapter would be the continuation of same, placing it early in my history of 
sexual encounters, and the first "work colleague sex" of my illustrious, 
lascivious escapades.

However, this continuation of the story took me in a different direction, and the 
inter-story linkage opportunities that blossomed as the story unfolded has pulled 
the entire tale forward.  When you've had your clock wound as often as I have, 
time can get away from you.

Therefore, the Fourth Official Retrospective, sex with a co-worker, will be 
delivered as a different story at another time.  I apologize for the confusion, 
which will be easily explained after you read the story.  If Part 1 needs edits to 
make it contemporary, I'll promise to make those changes.  

The action in Part 1:  At long last, Mr. Marcus was asked to go on a business trip 
with Don, the gregarious salesman.  At the last minute, Dora (known to her friends 
as Izzy) was chosen to substitute when Don got hospitalized.  Dora, normally 
reserved and standoffish, acted provocative and teasing only on Wednesdays.  Both 
Don and Mr. Marcus had been targets of this behavior.  As it turned out, the pair 
had to fly out on a Wednesday for a Thursday presentation to their clients.  At 
their hotel in St. Louis, Dora masturbated with a wooden hairbrush and got a 
sliver, which Mr. Marcus removed at her request.  Unsatisfied and frustrated, Izzy 
coaxed Mr. Marcus into deeper physical intimacy, culminating in sex but demanding 
him not to cum.  She was fertile, trying desperately for a child with her husband.  
After they both unwittingly drank cola laced with Dora's herbs that heightened her 
sexuality once a week, they coupled again in the shower, and mated in a drug-
induced stupor, achieving mutual orgasms.  Dora loved the sex and didn't blame Mr. 
Marcus for breaking his promise, and planned to have her husband Emilio drink the 
potion so he could rival Marcus's lusty exuberance.  

But consequences are a bitch.

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The team's secretary, a hot-blooded Mexican Chihuahua named Juanita, taped the 
note to my door.  I was seriously disappointed that she didn't come into my 
office.  Just looking at her, head to toe, would have been the bright spot of an 
otherwise horrid day.  On any other day, I would have taken care not to be caught 
ogling a female co-worker. But that day, I was packing up my office because my 
boss's boss's boss Richard Tashun, the bastard, demoted me to senior analyst, with 
a commensurate pay cut and loss of perks like my private office.  So, a casual 
glance down Carlotta's dress at delicious brown cleavage would have been a welcome 
distraction from my relocation to a standard no-privacy cubicle.  And much better 
than a sucker punch to the stomach, which is how the news affected me.  Tashun 
hadn't had the courage to tell me, face to face.  Didn't have the guts.  The 
little prick left a voice mail message.  He was on his way to Atlanta, I should 
finish the simulation software specifications before he got back, and by the way, 
I was demoted.  Just like that.  No reason.  Oh yes, and no bonus for last year in 
this year's appraisal.

Shit!  

I went to the door and stuck my head out, just in time to catch the violent ass 
shaking of the south-of-the-border courier. I could have walked down the corridor, 
thrown Juanita on her desk and fucked her in front of the whole team, but that 
wouldn't get my position or office back.  And Tashun would relish the opportunity 
to fire my ass, with cause.  Nope. quick sex this morning was no solution.

The note was on Tashun's personal stationery.  I was supposed to meet him at his 
home immediately.  Wasn't he already at the airport?  The voice mail had sounded 
like he'd called using his cell phone in the echoy corridors of O'Hare.  Did he 
have a change of heart, or just a change of travel plans?  What other tasks did he 
have planned for his new senior analyst?  Shit, I'd held that job years ago, and 
now I was back.

I left my former office half-packed and drove up to the suburbs from downtown.  
The note had Tashun's home address, something I didn't know.  I'd never been 
there.  That should have been a sign.  All of the other managers in Tashun's area 
had been invited to his home.  Some on the holidays.  Some on his birthday.  But 
never me.  An obvious clue and I missed it.

A woman answered the door. "Mr. Marcus?"  

I nodded. That gave me the covert opportunity to quickly give her the once-over. 
She was about Tashun's age, which is to say my age, give or take. Her brown hair 
was streaked with blonde highlights. I couldn't figure out if the long beige 
garment was a robe or a wrap dress. It had buttons, double breasted and a belt. 
Speaking of breasts, they were full and either naturally firm or artificially 
hoisted by an undergarment. 

"Come in."  She stepped aside. 

I entered into the tile foyer. She pointed towards the living room. There was a 
long sofa and two occasional chairs facing it. There were no walls between the 
living room, dining room and kitchen. A very airy layout accented by the tall 
ceiling.  "Nice place."

"Please," she said. She pointed at the sofa.

I sauntered past a staircase to the second floor.  No Dick.  I took one of the 
chairs instead.

"I'm Agatha Tashun, Dick's wife."

"He left a message-" I took the crumpled note from my pocket. "Is he here?  I 
thought he'd left for Atlanta."

"He's gone. I wanted to see you."

She did?  "How come?"

"Before he left, over breakfast, Dick told me he demoted you, and why. I didn't 
think his reason was fair.  I thought you should know."  She crossed her legs.  
The dress/robe separated below her knee.  Nice calves.  "And, maybe offer some 
assistance."

Or maybe a piece of ass.  Nah, no matter how much I hated Tashun, that wasn't 
justification to seduce his wife.  "Like what, Mrs. Tashun?"

"Call me Aggie.  I promise I'll do everything I can to get you reinstated to your 
former title and salary."

Aggie was being too nice.  There had to be a catch.  "I'd certainly be grateful.  
If you don't mind asking, why would you do that for me?"

"Because I know things beyond Dick's stated reason. It has nothing to do with your 
performance. At least your work performance. Ms. Muniz has become pregnant.  You 
know this?"

I nodded.  The father was either her husband Emilio, me or someone else in the 
office she'd seduced on a Wednsday.  "She hasn't made a formal announcement, but 
there's the typical office buzz in the coffee room and the hallways."

Aggie folded her arms.  "Dick holds you responsible."

I almost jumped out of my chair.  "For getting her pregnant?  Ridiculous!  She and 
her husband were doing everything in their power-"

She pointed a finger.  "And had no success until a couple of months ago. Precisely 
the time the two of you took a business trip together."

Guilty by association and timing.  "Circumstantial evidence, at best.  Perhaps she 
and her husband changed their technique." Like having Emilio drink her herbal 
concoction?

"You see, Dick is jealous. He wanted to fuck her.  Now, by his crazy, mix-up  
moral code, she's off limits.  Which is frustrating the hell out of him."  Aggie's 
language had become earthier.  "Dick has a big ego. Unfortunately without a dick 
to match." She uncrossed her legs. Her knees remained apart.  The dress exposed 
black stockings up to her knees.

I don't know what to say. I wasn't going to disclose my sexual liaisons with Izzy. 
I'd been drugged and wasn't in control during the shower fuck.  Dora didn't blame 
me for the parental possibility.  But our last fuck was an unlikely cause, with 
her husband screwing her in weekly marathons since.  "So this is about him, not 
me.  Great!"  No way I could walk into the HR office and tell them this story.

"You know Reese, my niece?" Aggie adjusted the lapels of her dress.  "Don't 
bother. I know you do."

"We visited an account together. Downstate."  Where she either fucked the client 
or gave him a blowjob.

"Yes and you've has sex with her twice. Once in the records room and once in a 
cheap motel when your car broke down. She told me everything."

"Then there's nothing for me to add, is there?"  This time, I crossed my arms.  If 
she could read body language, I'd just shut her out.

"I know Dick screws around.  Hell, he came on to Reese once. She told him off."

"Really?"  Got him off was more like it.  Reese had hinted that they'd enjoyed at 
least one intimate encounter of the penetration kind.  Despite her confidence, 
Aggie didn't know all.

"We have a dysfunctional household.  Our daughter Inez moved out as soon as she 
was old enough, to get away from her father.  I've always suspected Dick put the 
moves on her, too."

Tashun lied, the little prick.  He'd told me he and his wife had no kids, the 
first time I met Reese.  Was it true on a technicality, like she was adopted?  
"That's unforgivable."

She leaned over, plucked a frame off the end table and handed it to me.  In the 
process, her dress opened a bit at the top.  I dragged my eyes from her cleavage 
to the photo.  A nice posed family portrait.  Dick, Aggie and Inez, their daughter

Shit!  Inez was the busty cheerleader I'd chosen as my first pick at Zenellis's 
Wisconsion orgy.  My brain spasmed, trying to deal with too many thoughts at once.  
Tashun and I were at the same event?  I could have gotten my first choice and 
fucked his daughter?  And Saroya had shown me photos of girls who'd gotten 
pregnant.  Damn, Inez had gotten knocked up.  Did her folks arrange an abortion?  
Fortuitous happenstance, Annie hadn't gotten the short end of the stick and been 
paired with Tashun.  He didn't deserve her.  I wondered who he had been matched 
with?  Not Annie or the Cocksworth twins, nor Carol, my mate.  Maybe the third 
pregnant girl who I hadn't recognized?  Oh, wait.  If Inez was adopted, maybe 
Tashun shoots blanks.  Too many variables and not enough information made my head 
spin.

Aggie cleared her throat.  The surprise of the cheerleader's identity had taken me 
to Neverland.  My reaction must have shown on my face.  "It took over a dozen 
shots to get one that looked natural."

The photo was from the waist up, so Inez's natural breasts, large and high, were 
clearly visible.  Had the terminated pregnancy given her hormones a boost?  "Then 
why do you stay with such a prick?"

"And a short one, at that?"  She smirked.  "The lifestyle."  She swept her arm, 
palm up, exhibiting their decor.  "I like nice things."

I knew the power of money.  Harriett's family was wealthy beyond imagination.  
They bought our house.  They'd purchased our cars.  They'd established Annie's 
college trust fund.  Just about everything we had was due to their generosity.  As 
a result, nothing was in my name.  And now, I was a hapless senior analyst in a 
fucking cubicle.  Yes, I knew what money, or the lack of it, meant.

Aggie leaned forward, her dress lapels wide.  I witnessed a lot more than just 
cleavage.  "I want nice things.  And Reese tells me you have a very nice 'thing'."

Aha!  The catch was my cock, used on her niece.  I swallowed hard.  What had 
happened to my "no prick in the inkwell" rule from my father?  Ignored again?  Or 
was the wife of a boss's boss's boss fair game?

"Dick uses the secretarial pool as his private harem, you know.  But he's not 
above getting his playmates pregnant."

"Really?"  I couldn't recall many pregnancies among secretaries, but then again, I 
hadn't been keeping close watch.  The turnover was exceptionally high.  Most of 
the women Tashun hired were quite young.  Restocking the harem?
If Dick had knocked up some secretaries, maybe Aggie was infertile. Hot, but 
infertile.

Since the deployment of computers to assistant director and above, the office pool 
has shrunk from Olympic size to kiddy.  Tashun have been forced to seek out his 
prey from other than clerical types.  Programmers, analysts, perhaps even junior 
management.  Women like Dora.  But those women were more assertive, harder to 
breach.  

"I've lived with his infidelity.  But being angry at you for ostensibly getting an 
office worker pregnant while indulging himself is the ultimate in hypocrisy."  
Aggie stood up.  "I don't have the same body as when I was younger.  No one does."

Certainly not Harriett, who blew up like the Hindenburg after we tied the knot.

Aggie unbelted her robe/dress.  "But perhaps I can interest you-"  The black bra 
and panties with black stockings and a garter belt would have been quite exciting, 
no matter whose body they were on.  Aggie's was a bit fuller than the younger 
women I'd bedded.  Still, the view was easily provocative enough to get me erect.  
Hell, those days a Sears catalog page of women in flannel nightgowns would get me 
hard.  

She spun away and turned on the stereo receiver in a wall-sized entertainment 
center.  Slow music drifted out of speakers that must have been all over but 
hidden.  The room filled with sound.  "Let's dance."

I took her in my arms, snaking my hand inside her robe/dress, fingers on her bare 
back.  She was warm to the touch.  She laid her head on my shoulder, holding my 
hand and shoulder in the classic position.  I imagined another classic position, 
her on her back, legs spread, and me crawling up to indulge her lust.  And mine as 
well, to be honest.  She brought both hands up around my neck, hugging me close.  
"You should take off some clothes.  It's only fair."

She let go so I could take off my pants and shirt.  We resumed our slow dance.  
She cocked her hips forward to feel my - uh, cock.  "Mmmm.  Reese's stories were 
accurate.  You are one hung son of a bitch."  Aggie's language had turned coarse.  
"I like it hard and vigorous.  Can you be hard and vigorous?"

"I'm halfway there," I said.

"Show me."

I pulled my jockeys down far enough for my cock to pop out.  It throbbed and 
bounced.

"Oh my!"  Aggie fell to her knees, praying to the Great God Marcus Penis.  She 
fluttered her fingertips over the surface.  Every tap made me harder and more 
eager to teach Tashun's wife a lesson - a pleasurable lesson, but a lesson 
nonetheless.  

She leaned forward to taste me.  No way.  I pulled her to her feet and cupped her 
pantied mound.  "This needs attention, doesn't it?"  I pressed one finger into the 
natural crease.  "You need something here, something to fill you-"

"Oh yes."  She covered my mouth with rapid-fire kisses.  One hand reached for my 
ass, the other held onto my cock for dear life.

"Show me your bedroom," I mumbled between her lip attacks on my face.

Her ass swayed back and forth as we ascended  the stairs.  Tashun's bedroom was at 
the end of a short hallway.  Aggie turned to face me, practically panting with 
lust.  "Is this what my niece got?  Is this the cock you fucked Dora with that got 
her pregnant?"

"I plead the fifth, but you can have all eight.  Inches, that is."  I snaked my 
hand into her panties and diddled her bare pussy with bare fingers.  She was 
sloppy moist.

My cock throbbed in her grip.  "Are you ready to fuck me with this thing?"

So, did I hate Tashun enough to cuckold him?  Damn right.  "Ready when you are."  
I slid one finger up into her pussy, just to tease.  

The bed was precisely made, the bedspread exactly even, tucked beneath king-sized 
pillow.  She threw off the covers while I got undressed.  Aggie watched, mouth 
open.  When it was her turn, she let me to do the honors.  Her breasts sagged a 
bit when I slid off her bra.  I kissed her nipples, then her stomach as I slid her 
panties down.  I moved to kiss her cunt but she threw herself back on the bed, 
spread her legs and shouted "Get up here!"

"Are you woman enough to take it?" I asked.

"Are you man enough to deliver?"

Our clothes were off, the challenge was on, and there was nothing in our way.  I 
climbed between her raised knees. She pulled me forward by my cock and dragged me 
forward towards her pussy.  "Take it easy, huh."

"You're hard all right.  Ready for vigorous?"

Our groins were bare and ready for coupling.  I scooted my hips forward.  She was 
quick to guide my cock towards her waiting pussy.  With no hesitation, I shot 
forward.  She took me to the hilt, moaning.  "Oh God, so big!  So fucking big!"

I threw myself against her, backed off, and attacked again.  Our bodies slid 
easily on a mutually generated skim of sweat.  I humped hard because I knew she 
wanted it that way, because I was punishing Tashun with every stroke, and because 
her pelvic muscle tone had faded from her youth.  Instead of beating him about the 
head and shoulders with a baseball bat, I was doing the next best thing.  My pubic 
bone bashed hers.  "Is this vigorous?"  I might have been stimulating her clit, 
based on her reaction.  

Aggie was loving my enthusiasm.  "Fuck me with that big cock.  Fuck me like Dick 
can't."

So I did, repeatedly thrusting, almost throwing myself against her.

"You have to cum.  Really.  I mean it.  You have to spurt in me.  Fill me up.  
Give it to me, all of it."

I teased the opening to her pussy until the tingle announced an impending 
eruption.  I pushed forward, impaling her.  Cum spurted into her sloppy cunt.  Her 
vagina pulsed, squeezing the juices.  I kept thrusting despite my orgasm.  As long 
as I was still hard, Aggie was going to get ridden.  When I softened past being 
able to penetrate, I rolled off Aggie, exhausted.

"Wow!  That was a lot better than I expected.  Reese has been known to exaggerate.  
Maybe we can do this again some time, after I get you reinstated?"  She glanced 
past me at the clock radio.  "But right now, I have an appointment, and I can't 
show up smelling of sex.  You understand.  Why don't you use the downstairs 
bathroom to clean up?"

"Okay."  I didn't know what else to say.  I gathered my clothes and found the 
first floor facility.  I showered in the glass-enclosed stall to bathe our mutual 
juices off, towel dried and got dressed. I waited on the living room sofa.  Was I 
supposed to leave, or stay until dismissed, or what?  This was much more awkward 
than any of my other sexual encounters.

At long last, Aggie trotted down the stairs.  She wore a conservative dress, high 
neckline, hem at the shin.  "I have to go now, but I insist you have one of my 
handmade donuts.  Follow me."

She took a key from her pocket and unlocked a stainless steel and glass counter-
top cabinet.  Maybe marijuana brownies needed to be locked up, but donuts?  From 
within, she plucked a baked morsel, holding it with thumb and index finger.  With 
her other hand, she opened a cabinet and took a small plate.  "Here.  Enjoy this."  
Then she turned, snagging a coat from the front hall closet, and exited through a 
door to the garage.

I took a seat at one of the stools at a kitchen island.  The first bite was tasty 
but a bit dry.  I rummaged cabinets for a glass and the fridge for some milk.  
Whole, not two percent, but beggars can't be choosers.  I was halfway through the 
donut, pondering my next step.  Raise a fuss at work about Tashun's sexual 
activities with co-workers?  Find the video clip of him fucking someone's daughter 
at Zenellis's orgy?  Keep my mouth shut and let Aggie do her magic?

I looked up when I heard the key in the front door.  Had Aggie forgotten 
something?  Or maybe she was back for another roll in the sack.  I'd pretty much 
recovered, but Aggie's demands would be a match for even younger men.

The door slammed and a young woman entered the house.  It was Inez, Tashun's 
daughter, the cheerleader.  I could tell by her face and her tits.  She was 
somber, even before our eyes met.  "Hello?"  That got her attention.  I waved the 
donut.

She kicked off her shoes.  "Who are you?"

"My name-"

She took a couple of steps closer.

"-is Harvey-"

Her walk became a trot.

"Marcus. I work for-"

She was at the counter, staring.  First at me, then at the donut.  "You fucked my 
mother!" she screamed.

How did she know?  I was just eating a donut.  "You're mistaken."

She ran from the kitchen, up the stairs.  Her feet pounded as she descended.  She 
pointed a finger.  "The bed's not made.  Mother always makes the bed.  Every 
morning.  Insisted I do the same, when I lived here.  The only explanation is you 
two fucked there, and she had to leave.  Besides, the room smells of sex.  Admit 
it."

No reason to lie.  I nodded, chewing the slightly dry pastry.  "Yep.  Caught dead 
to rights.  I had consensual sex with your mother.  She invited me here for that 
purpose.  Blame me for losing my willpower.  She's an attractive woman, especially 
in lingerie."

"She finally did it!  Oh my God."

Finally?  "But tell me, how did you know, just by seeing me eat a donut?"

Her first smile.  "It's a ritual.  Mom and Dad eat donuts after they have sex.  
Dad doesn't know, but its Mom's idea of a joke.  She once told me my father's 
penis is so small you could hang donuts on it without tearing them."

The hole of the donut I was eating was still intact.  The thought of Dick's dick 
made the pastry unappetizing.

"I figured Mom would eventually cheat on Dad, after all the carousing he's done.  
So why did she pick you, anyway?"

I wasn't about to spill the details, and my ego still hurt from the demotion.  "I 
work for your father."

"Wow!  Picking someone from Dad's office.  Mom's got guts.  And you've got balls."

I had the passing thought of dropping trou so she could confirm her conjecture.  I 
pretended not to know her from Wisconsin.  "So you're Inez?  Your mom showed me a 
picture."

"Inez Victoria Tashun."  Her lips curled.  "Tell me, who in their right mind names 
their kid Inez?"  She took a stool next to mine.  "Call me Invey."  

"Where did that come from?"

"It's a contraction.  IN from Inez and V from Victoria.  IN-V."

Shit.  She was a living, busty Invey Tashun!  She'd gotten a little taller but no 
slimmer since the last time I saw her. Her chest was still potent and her hips 
wide.

"Wait a second.  Marcus?"  A blush spread across her cheeks.  "Of course.  You're 
the stud who fucked Reese.  That's why Mom chose you.  You've got a reputation in 
our family."

A reputation hopefully Dick wasn't aware of. "Guilty as charged."

She reached for the plate with half a donut.  "I never get these.  May I?" she 
asked.

I no longer had interest.  "Go ahead."

Invey munched on the remainder.  "After everything Reese said, I was curious to 
meet you."

Or perhaps more?  I'd have to avoid that.  "We've met before, or don't you 
remember?  The first time I saw you, you were wearing a cheerleading outfit."

Invey swallowed, then grabbed my glass and washed down the pastry with milk.  "The 
only time I wore that costume was up in Wisconsin at -"  She covered her mouth but 
drops of milk escaped down her chin. "Oh my god, oh my god. Were you there?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh my god!  You were at that - that -"  The anguish of getting pregnant and  the 
subsequent abortion reflected in her expression. She buried her face in her hands.  

What was I thinking?  Digging up those memories, practically throwing them in her 
face?  "Invey?  I'm sorry."

"Oh my god. That place was horrid.  Zenellis was a deviant to think up something 
so gross!"  Her face showed a sudden realization.  "Wait a second.  Did you bring 
a daughter too?"

"Yes, I did.  Every father did."  But Annie didn't get pregnant, thank god.

Invey changed the subject.  "So you work for Zenellis?"  The further sexual 
implications of the event went unexplored, at least for the moment.  "But wait, 
you said you work for my father. What were you doing there?"

Besides fucking my daughter and Carol and Harry's twins?  "I was about to ask you 
the same thing. My neighbor worked for Zenellis before they got bought out.  And 
you?"

"Uncle Ken, Dad's brother, invited us."

Uncle Ken, maybe Reese's father.  They certainly weren't in attendance.  No way 
Reece would have kept away from me, assigned as my mentee or not.  Maybe Tashun 
cajoled his brother into getting them invited, so he could get into Invey's pants.  
Time for Invey to tell all, or at least the juicy parts.  "Would it help, to talk 
about it?"  I already knew that the event ended in an pregnancy that was 
subsequently aborted.  I was curious how that happened.

"I appreciate your concern.  Really.  But I'm seeing a therapist.  Slowly, I'm 
getting my act together."  She crossed her arms under her substantial chest.  "You 
probably want know if I slept with someone else's father . Well I didn't.  Tell 
me, did you have sex with someone's daughter?"

Invey was lying and nosey.  She'd gotten pregnant, for cripes sake.  Perhaps 
honesty would be returned with same.  "Uh huh.  Not that first evening.  My female 
partner approached me the next morning, actually.  You must have been paired with 
someone?"

"Yeah, a pompous jerk.  From the moment he answered the door, he acted like a sex 
partner-in-waiting. Instead of our provided pajamas, he wore a towel around his 
waist, with an obvious lump in front.   I asked him how he was going to tutor me.  
He smiled from ear to ear and dropped the towel, like his two foot dick was a gift 
to women."

Two foot? Was there some father with a bigger penis than Harry Cocksworth?  I knew 
that Harry was only twelve inches.  Maybe thirteen, but then I never measured it.  
I'm sure his daughters did.  "Really?  That big?"

"Thick as a sewer pipe. I swear it was humongous."

Maybe he introduced himself.  "Harry?"	

"Yeah, all over his chest and lower."

"No, I mean, did he tell you his name?"

"Maybe he thought showing me his flagpole of an erection was sufficient 
introduction.  He was so horny, he skipped the pleasantries and grabbed at my 
outfit.  Hell if he didn't tear the front off.  He said something about how needy 
he was, always being teased sexually by his girls.   I felt so exposed, and 
threatened.  He tried to talk to me, muttering an apology I think, but I was 
terrified, just thinking about how a penis that big would rip me open.  So I 
grabbed the material from his hand and ran."

My former neighbor had told me his young female companion ran off. It must have 
been Invey.  I remembered the tear-off nature of that outfit.  "His erection 
sounds intimidating.  Was this going to be your first time?  Had you had sex 
before then?"

"Dad didn't know, but I'd slept with a few boys before we made the trip.  But none 
of them were hung like that!"

"That was Harry, my neighbor.  He's the one who invited me and my daughter Annie 
to the outing."  But if not Harry, then who got Invey pregnant?  "So, if you 
didn't stay with Harry, where did you go?"

"I heard noises coming from our hotel room.  I figured Dad was occupied with some 
other daughter, so I wandered the halls trying to put my outfit back together.  
It's not easy, especially when you're wearing it.  After I got the front 
reassembled, the sleeves started to come loose.  I ended up in the lobby.  The 
desk clerk offered to help."

"A-ha!"  That fucking desk clerk!  God, he'd gotten lucky with both Brandi and 
Invey.  How many girls did he fuck that weekend?  More than me, it sounded like.

Her face reddened.  "It was happenstance, you know, like unplanned.  First, we 
were just talking at the desk, but the front of my shirt kept flapping open.  He 
told me I had a nice body as he tried to help me stick the pajamas back together."

I imagined his hands, groping Invey's tits, just as I'd done with Saroya.  "Nice 
guy, huh?"

"At first.  The glue stuff wasn't holding.  But instead of feeling me up, he 
touched my face, he was so gentle.  I kissed him, and his lips, wow, they 
vibrated.  And then we were hugging, and I felt him hard-  I shouldn't be telling 
you all of this."

"You're right.  I shouldn't pry."  Time to switch topics.  "So who did your dad 
tutor?"  I presumed he'd fucked one of the young ladies, given what Aggie had 
said.

"From the sounds I heard through the door of our room, he must have been messing 
around with somebody, but he never told me who.  Does it matter?"

"Not really."  I could find out, if I put Zenellis's disk array back together.  
Hmmm.  Having a video of Tashun fucking some young thing might be very handy.  I 
had the urge to drive home and assemble the array from the disk drives in my crawl 
space. 

Invey's eyes opened, as if she'd  just had a mental breakthrough.  "Wait here!"  
She bolted up the steps, two at a time.

A few minutes later, she came down stairs in the Zenellis pajamas.  The outfit was 
off-white with half-inch black bands at the shoulders, around the arms, in a v-
shape from the shoulders to her navel, and down each side of the shirt.  The pants 
were similarly designed, black bands from the hips to the crotch, and down each 
pants leg.  The material strained across her chest.  "I kept it.  I don't know 
why, given-."  She shook her head.  "Did you have one of these?  I never saw a guy 
wearing one."

"We all did.  Didn't you see your father in his?"

"Nope.  When I left that night, Dad hadn't gotten dressed yet.  And later on, when 
I returned to our room, he was in one of the hotel bathrobes.  He accidentally 
flashed me when he changed into normal pajamas."

Accidentally on purpose.  The little prick was probably thinking about bedding his 
daughter, and she'd just been raped.  "Was his size a surprise?  I mean, after 
seeing a twelve incher?"

"It was two feet long, I tell you.  I knew Dad was dinky, even though I hadn't 
seen him before.  Mom told me that he didn't take her 'all the way.'  That's how 
she explained it.   And there was this one time-"  She turned bright red.

"One time what?"

Invey's head bobbed side to side, as if considering my question.  "My therapist 
says that sharing is healthy.  It gets things off my chest."

The only thing I wanted off her chest was her pajama top, so I could see her tits, 
even if they were bra-encased. "Go on."

Invey looked at the floor while she explained.  "There was this time I crawled 
into bed with my folks.  I was younger, and scared of thunder.  Dad curled up 
behind me, and I felt his penis against my thighs.  He wiggled it around, trying 
to aim it, I think, while he pulled at my nightgown.  Thank god, Mom woke up just 
in time, or Dad might have been my first.  Then, when we got back from Wisconsin, 
he was all touchy-feely.  When Mom wasn't looking, he'd grope my ass or cup one of 
my breasts.  When he cornered me on the stairs one evening and pressed himself 
against me, I knew I had to get out of here."

I decided not to dive any deeper in to Invey's sexual history.  I decided that 
fucking Tashun's wife was sufficient, and that Invey wouldn't be the sequel.   
"The reason those outfits didn't stay together was, the adhesive is heat 
sensitive.  The glue fails as it gets warmer."

"Which is why the rooms were so hot!  God, Zenellis was a calculating son of a 
bitch, wasn't he?"

"You've got that right.  By the way, that outfit looks great on you."

"Really?  I don't  usually wear sleeping pants.  Usually just a long t-shirt."

"The parts come off.  Just tug the pant legs."  She bent over and ripped them off.  
The break was around her upper thighs, so her legs showed all of the way up.  
"You've got nice legs."

"Really?  I think they're too thick.  The therapist says I need to work on 
improving my self-image."

It was the abortion.  Something like that could mess up a young woman's sexual 
self-esteem real bad.  A nice steady boyfriend would make things right.  "Are you 
dating anybody?"

"No."

"I can't believe you haven't been asked.  You're very pretty.  Can I tell you a 
secret?"

She nodded limply.

"Dads got to request which daughter they wanted.  You were my first choice.  I 
wanted to be your tutor."

"You asked for me?  For real?  How come?"

"I thought you were very sexy in that cheerleader outfit.  Did you enjoy 
cheerleading at school?"  Bouncing those tits in front of hundreds of fans?

"I never was a cheerleader.  Dad bought the outfit for the trip."  She posed, 
hands on hips, pushing out her already extended chest.  "Do you still think I'm 
sexy?"  The front material began to gap at the sides.  She was wearing a bra 
underneath.

Maybe Dick had a cheerleader fantasy.  "Yes, very much so."

It was her first real smile.  Her eyes and teeth sparkled.  "Reese said all kinds 
of nice things about you.  Would you have been gentle, as my tutor?"

"Oh yes."  

"'Cause the desk clerk, he said he'd be gentle.  And he was, for a while.  Until 
he coaxed me out of my pants and top, and then boom, he was ferocious, like an 
animal.  We were on the floor, and he was writhing against me, pawing my breasts 
and then my panties was gone, and his pants were around his ankles, and, well, it 
was awful."

So Invey got raped and pregnant all in one swell foop.  Damn that clerk.  He must 
have not done the same to Brandi, because she came back smiling.  Maybe it was 
Invey's tits, so much larger than Brandi's.  "There, there."  I hugged her and she 
let me.

"It would have been different if I hadn't led him on.  It was all my fault.  
Christ, what was I thinking?"

"It wasn't  your fault. You said it.  He was an animal.  He took advantage of you.  
You were the victim."  I hugged her tighter, to make her feel better.  It didn't 
hurt to feel her breasts against my chest.  The sleeves of her outfit had come 
partially loose.

"What's your name again?"

"Marcus.  Harvey Marcus."

"Hmmm, Reese was right."

"Reese has a big mouth."  Besides the fact that she sucked my cock down to the 
base, she'd blabbed about me to multiple Tashun female relatives.  "What did she 
say?" That I was the kind who'd cajole a young woman into bed, just to spite her 
father?  Nope, not necessary, not after ravaging his wife.

"She said that a guy named Harvey at Dad's company was a great lover, and gentle, 
with a cock to die for."  Her hand went to my crotch.  "Holy shit, she wasn't 
kidding!  What is it, a foot long?  Are all of the men living on your block 
ginormous?"

Harry had moved out, and Clara had no cock, so she used mine on her nieces.  "Just 
a coincidence. And I'm not twelve inches."

"I don't believe you.  Show me."

Was I up for this science experiment?  After all, I was already up.  "Sure.  Got a 
tape measure?"

Invey ran off, her ass cheeks bouncing within her sleeping outfit.  She came back 
with a cloth tape measure, perspiring.  Her hand shook.

I gripped my belt.  "You ready for this?"

"Yeah, but I'm scared."

"It won't hurt you, I promise.  You just need to improve your estimating skills, 
that's all."  I dropped my pants. I was erect, with a hint of precum on the tip.  
Fucking Tashun's daughter seemed an inappropriate escalation to him fucking me 
over at work.   I'd already done his wife.  "Along the top, from the base to the 
tip, in a straight line."

"You want me to measure?  I'll have to touch it."

"You won't believe me if I do it.  Besides, it doesn't bite."  Maybe holding 
someone's cock would qualify as therapy.

"Maybe I can think of this as therapy."  She fell to her knees and ran the tape 
along my erection.  She had to lean close to read the tape.  "Eight and a 
quarter."

"See.  I'm not a foot long, and Harry wasn't two feet."

"I guess."  Gaps appeared at the shoulders, where the arm pieces attached, and 
down the front of the outfit.  A white bra showed through the gaps.

One arm piece dangled precariously from her shoulder.  "I guess I'm getting warm."  
Who wouldn't, touching my prick?  "I've been really horny lately.  As long as 
you're undressed and my PJs are falling off, can we mess around a little?  Nothing 
serious."  She threw her arms around her body and hugged herself.

The failing adhesive barely held the pieces of the sleepwear together.  It was 
more like they were loosely draped over her. "It would be an honor.  You're even 
more beautiful than I remembered."

"I am?"

"Yes."  She took me in her arms.  Invey was fragile, and I would have to take this 
very slowly and not cross the line.  

"Would it be okay if we kissed?  You wouldn't  be like the desk clerk, would you?  
Saying you'll be gentle and then-"  I felt her body tense and pull back slightly.

"Not in a million years."

I caressed Invey's cheek with my fingertips.  Our faces were drawn together.  She 
kissed me first, ever so slightly.  It was a flutter on my lips.  Was she 
replaying her encounter with the desk clerk for my benefit?  What the hell.  I 
reciprocated, brushing my lips against hers.  

She trembled in my arms.  "Maybe we should go upstairs?"

The privacy of an upstairs bedroom was better than being exposed in the open-air 
main floor.  "Lead on."  I pulled my pants up so I didn't trip.  As we ascended, 
one sleeve fell off, then the other.  The pants portion split open on both sides 
and dropped, exposing her pantied heart-shaped ass.  She smelled ripe, like her 
cunt was yearning to be filled.  We would just play around, like she said.  No 
harm in that.

By the time we reached the second floor landing, she was down to her bra and 
panties.  The bra had smooth seamless cups, so nothing showed through, although 
there was plenty of cleavage and tit flesh exposed around the cups.

"Let's use Mom's bed.  It's already messed up."  I followed her to the end of the 
hall.  "Take your clothes off."

I got undressed and laid down.  Invey straddled my thighs and sat back on her 
calves.  My erection swayed in front of her.  "Mom took that?"  She rubbed one 
hand around her stomach.

"Uh huh."  And vigorously.

"Play with it."

I couldn't remember playing with myself in front of a female.  Most times, they 
did that for me.  But Invey's hand was down the front of her panties, doing 
herself, so I was left to my own device.  I watched her face react as she diddled 
her pussy.  She was liking it.  And so was I, slowly stroking my prick.  It wasn't 
going to get harder or longer.  Precum made my fingers slick.

"Can I touch it?" she asked.  It was invitation too good to be true.  

"Sure."  I pulled my hands away, a bit disappointed that she didn't ask me to take 
over where she'd left off.  But, keeping out of her panties was best achieved by 
not sticking my fingers in them.

She gripped it with both hands, using an up and down motion.  With minimal 
lubrication, her hand job was rough.  "And Reese?"

"Yes, we slept together, twice."  Which was a lie, since we'd fucked once in the 
storeroom, and at least two times at the motel, once after Inga left and once in 
the morning, when I woke up with a hard-on.

"Wow.  It's okay if I just want to feel you, right?"

"Sure.  Can I do something for you?"  Her breasts hovered over me like bra-encased 
blimps, and her panties were stretched tight across her thighs, slices of exposed 
cunt playing peek-a -boo on the edges.

"No, I want to be in control.  We're just playing, remember?"

I nodded, thrilled with the view and Invey's self-proclaimed limitation.  Her 
hands directed my cock against her stomach.  Drops of precum lubricated the 
surface.  My cock slid across, side to side.  Then up and down, flirting with the 
waistband of her panties.  Across again, then a deeper dip, dragging her panties 
lower.  "Do you want to be doing that?"

Invey's face was flush.  "Uh huh."  She jumped off, removed her panties, and then 
resumed her straddling position.  Now, if she wasn't careful, she'd be rubbing my 
cock against her - Oops, she did.  No penetration, but the head of my prick slid 
over her pussy lips.  They were moist, letting my cock slide effortlessly against 
her.  She moaned.

Although Invey had been the object of my lust in Wisconsin, I wanted to abide by 
her limits.  "We're just playing around, right?"

She nodded, but every vertical slide passed the head of my cock over her labia.

"Have you had sex since?"  She might have thought I meant the Wisconsin event, but 
I meant the abortion, which she hadn't copped to.

"No.  I haven't felt very desirable.  My therapist says with time and a caring 
partner, I'll get over those feelings."

"She's probably right.  And I'll help,  if I can. Okay?"

She stopped the side-to-side motions, replacing them with slides down her belly, 
across her cunt and then back up.  Her moisture was lubricating the path.  "Mom 
took this?  The whole thing? And Reese twice?"

"Like I told you.  A woman's vagina stretches to take-"

Invey rubbed my pointed prick hard against at her pussy lips.  They separated, 
straddling the head.  "You don't know how good this feels."

"You said 'just playing around.'  Maybe we should stop."  The last thing I wanted 
to do was hurt Invey.

Invey had a death grip on my cock, poised to enter her.  "You have to let me do 
this."

Did I?  I could have pushed her away and got out of bed to avoid any more intimate 
contact.  And, probably sent her emotional state into the toilet.  "I do?  Are you 
sure?"

"Uh huh.  My therapist said I needed a caring partner.  Reese said that's your 
style, and you just agreed to help."  Invey sank down.  My prick slid in, just a 
bit.  She exhaled sharply.  "Wow.  That's something."

I remained still, letting her control how much and how fast.  Nasty of me, to 
think she'd want to fuck.  Maybe this was just using me instead of a dildo, a 
curiosity to see if she could take the length of my-.  She dropped another couple 
of inches.  Her face was getting red  "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay.  God, you feel awesome."

I was enjoying the coupling too, and we weren't even humping or anything.  "Glad 
you like it."

"Like it?"  She plunged down.  She'd taken it all.  "I love it."  Her pussy 
throbbed against it.  I remained motionless.  "Is this what you did with Reese?  
Just put it in and leave it there?"

"No."

"Sheesh, do you need a fucking invitation?"  She heard the words, and they 
registered.  "Oh my god!   Invey Tashun!  I've never heard it pronounced before."

And with that acknowledgement, she began to raise and lower herself.  Slowly at 
first, measuring my cock with her pussy, inch by inch.  

I ran my hands up her thighs, around her waist.  She leaned forward, and I could 
just reach her ass.  What I wanted to do was pop the latch on her bra, to fondle 
and suck her huge tits.  But she was in charge, so I waited for her direction.

She was too interested in humping my prick.  Her hips rotated, advancing and 
retreating.  I gripped her ass but didn't direct her motion.  She was breathing 
hard, panting.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh god, yes.  It's just difficult to breathe-"

"Would it help if I loosened your bra?"  I prayed for an affirmative answer.

"Fine.  Yes, that'll help."

With permission, my fingers flew to her back, popping the clips.  The bra straps 
fell to her elbows.  She shrugged the garment off.  There they were, large and 
proud with fat dark caps, pointing out from her chest.  I held them from 
underneath, but they needed no extra support.  As Invey leaned forward, I directed 
one breast to my mouth, fondling it as I kissed it, sucked it, tongued it.  Invey 
moaned, pressing her tit harder against my face.  I switched to the other, with 
the same treatment.

Invey's hips were on automatic, banging against mine just like her mother had an 
hour previous.  "Am I good? Am I better than Mom?"

"Much better."  The only possible answer when you're in the act of fucking 
someone's daughter.  

Invey stretched her legs behind her, on the outside of mine, laying against me.  I 
ran my hands up and down her back, but always returning to her tits, those big 
glorious tits.  I held one like a football to my lips and sucked hard.  Invey's 
movement became spasmodic.  I attacked her other nipple.  She humped my cock with 
enthusiasm rivaling her mother and Reese.  Heredity tells, especially in a Tashun 
bed.  "I think you're going to make me cum."

Cum?  I wasn't about to get Invey pregnant.  "Then we should stop."

"Don't worry. The doctor put me on the pill to stabilize my cycles, after my-"

"Your what?"  I drove my cock to the depths of her pussy.

"My abortion."  Her moaning became a wail.  "I felt so used, and so stupid."  She 
sobbed, flat against me, every inch of flesh against mine, but didn't stop 
fucking.   "But being with you.  You make me feel wonderful."  She kissed me with 
a passion her mother hadn't demonstrated.  Nor Reese, if my memory wasn't failing.  

My leg muscles were staring to cramp.  "Can we change positions?"

She practically leapt off, my damp erection exposed to the air.  "What would you 
like, Mr. Big Dick?  Flat on my back, legs spread?"  She demonstrated the 
position.

Just like her mother, Invey's vocabulary got skanky when she got hot and bothered.  
"Why don't you get on your knees?"  I looked forward to leaning over her back, 
hands free to get to know her tits better.

She put her hands on her hips.  "No, let's do missionary."  Her choice was 
infinitely better than no sex, so I slid between Invey's thighs and into her.  As 
she wrapped her legs around my back, I propped my weight on my elbows as I 
occupied my hands with her tits.  "You like them, don't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"You can suck them some more, you know."

"But I can also do this."  I squeezed and fondled and rubbed those outstanding 
orbs, pinching her inflated nipples, pumping Invey's pussy all the while.

"You make me feel like a woman again."  She grabbed my face and resumed kissing, 
as passionately as I'd ever felt.  Her body shook, her legs tensed, and her pussy 
clamped down.  This closeness, this bonding was overwhelming.  Without realizing I 
was on the verge, I plunged deep and spurted, once or twice.

"Oh God.  This is what sex should feel like.  Reese was right, and how!  I can't 
wait to tell Dr. Crumbholtz what progress I've made.  She told me that I'd have a 
breakthrough after I opened myself up to a man."

Shit!  Inga's mother was Invey's therapist?  How could the world be so small, that 
every woman I'd had sex with was connected?  "Please leave my name out of it, 
okay?  Doctor-patient confidentiality not withstanding, I certainly don't want 
anyone to know about this.  Not Stephanie, not your mother, and certainly not your 
father."

Invey raised an eyebrow.  "How did you know Dr. Crumbholtz's name is Stephanie?"

I swallowed hard.  I felt my cock shrink, retreating from Invey's cunt.  "Her 
daughter, Inga, performed a service ministry for me and my wife."  Mostly me, and 
mostly sexual.  Not to mention Stephanie getting me hooked up with Norma of the 
Perfect Tits.  And our own personal roll in the sack.

"This will be our little secret."  She clenched her pussy, squeezing my deflated 
cock out.

"Good."  I collapsed on her body, relieved, my head cushioned by her breasts.  My 
tongue snaked out for a final lick of a nipple. All right, maybe a suckle.  She 
moaned.  

I felt fortunate at having an unplanned double header, certainly a cock's worth 
for any man.  Which got me thinking about Harry, the Cocksworth twin daughters, 
and Joy.  Was she enjoying Harry's foot-long?  Were the girls?  And Stephanie 
Crumbholtz, the incompetent shrink whose advice to her patients frequently seemed 
to place them in bed with me.  Not to mention Inga, for whom I had feelings well 
beyond mere horniness, despite our age difference.

"What are you thinking about?" Invey asked.

I raised my head from her chest and looked into her eyes.  "How good we make each 
other feel."  I had regained an erection thinking about my previous exploits, and 
turned my attention to current possibilities: a tit fuck, or maybe Invey would 
accept a doggie position for our next round.  I'd never get enough of those tits.

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