Service With A Smile Ch. 08 Part 2

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Sorry this chapter took so long to deliver.  It was partially complete
ever since Chapter One (2008), but other plot lines had my attention
(i.e. kept me erect).  But I owe you this one, and other stories now
depend on finishing this thread (or at least taking it the next step.)

The action in Part 1:  Mr. Marcus responded to Dr. Stephanie Krumholtz's
phone call about her daughter Inga's depression.  It turned out Inga
wasn't depressed, just feeling bad about not getting laid in the motel. 
Mr. Marcus promised they'd have sex, soon.  Then he drove downstate to
his daughter Annie's college to celebrate Parents' Weekend and his
birthday.  Annie fixed him up with five coeds, who tease his cock but
stop before he can cum.  Mr. Marcus plays along, hoping to get
satisfied.  Annie insists he wear a blindfold, and then delivers a
mystery sex partner with whom he can orgasm.  The mystery sex partner
turns out to be Inga.

Since it has been two years (!) since the previous chapter, here's a
recap of the female players: - Babe Ruthie, a short brunette with a
boyish haircut wearing a baseball cap and jersey. - Red Hot, a redhead
with shoulder-length hair and freckled skin dressed as a firefighter. -
Claudia, a tall Scandinavian blonde, who didn't show up in costume. -
Instead, her roommate Anita played Little Joan dressed as one of Robin
Hood's men in feathered cap, green vest, matching skirt over a green
leotard. - Tina the Plumber, wearing a tied red bandana cradling her
breasts and short denim jeans. - Nurse McHottie, a curly haired
brunette, stocky with wide hips in white starched hat, white bra with
red crosses on each cup, white panties and stockings with garter belt
and white sneakers. - Robyn mistakenly identified as the mystery sex
partner, who was only borrowing one of Annie's dresses.

Got it?  Good.  There will be a quiz later.


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"Feel familiar?" asked Annie.  Her voice came from the side.

I cataloged the coeds I'd met.  None were mystery girl's size and shape
if my fingers weren't lying.  I shook my head, trying to concentrate on
my current sex partner, not the previous aborted sessions.  I lifted my
hips but my dick didn't penetrate any further.  I was caught in a vice
grip.  This young lady was scared.  Of me?  Of my penis?  Maybe this was
her first sex.  God, a virgin for my birthday?  I needed to console her,
assure her.  "We can take it slow if you want.  If you're not ready."

"I've been ready ever since we met."

I knew that voice.  I ripped off the blindfold.  "Inga!  What are you
doing here?"

"I'm doing you, silly."  Her pussy contracted.  "You're in deeper this
time."

She was correct. About one inch deeper than at the motel, which meant
one inch in.  God damn, Inga was the mystery girl.  "How did you find
me?" I asked.

"Shut up and make love to me."

The coeds all cheered and whooped.  I'd wanted Inga for so long.  I'd
avoided sexual contact, mostly successful except for the nude showers
and getting the tip of my dick in her at the motel under Reese's
guidance.  There was no mother to object.  I had Stephanie's permission
from earlier, didn't I?  Annie had taken away our privacy but provided a
group of cheerleaders in return.  I didn't need encouragement.

"You want me, don't you?"  Inga's lip quivered.

I decided to show her instead of telling her.  I wrapped my arms around
her body, pulling her close.  "Enjoy this," I whispered.

I kissed her full on the lips as I drove forward.  Her vaginal opening
fought me. I slipped her my tongue and pressed ahead.  My cock made no
progress.  Every fractional movement sent Inga into convulsions.

The assembled coeds added a play-by-play to our activities.  "What's
wrong with her?  Is she okay?"

Maybe I was another half inch in, at best.  "How does it feel?"  The
slow progress and my imagination kept my cock rigid.

"Like I've been stuffed.  Like a cramp but a good one."

"Can I get on top?" I asked.

Inga lifted off and we swapped positions.

"Open your legs," I requested.

Inga did as directed.  I squirmed my cock forward in a short stroke. She
tightened and moaned, her body shaking.  I repeated the withdrawal and
reentry, but no further than with her on top. This time the muscle
clenching was accompanied by a shriek followed by panting.  I was afraid
to get any more vigorous, lest I hurt her.

"Is she having a seizure?" asked an onlooker.

"No, just an orgasm.  Lots of them," I said.

"Wow, she must be really tightly wound," said another.

"Or just really tight," said a third.

Her pussy was accommodating merely the tip of my erection, but any
movement caused a convulsion.  "Oh, Inga!"  Fucking her would heaven on
Earth, if I could only get it in without her going crazy.

"In-ga the cock," sang one coed.  The remainder joined the chorus. 
"Out-go the cock, In-ga the cock."

I matched my thrusts to their chant.  Each shallow entry gave Inga an
orgasm, or at least what sounded and felt like orgasms.  How many of
these could she experience before she gave out from exhaustion?  And how
was I going to climax if I couldn't fuck her like I did the girls
standing around the bed, watching?  I tried a quicker entry but Inga's
cunt closed up like an Illinois car dealer on Sunday. I resumed slow
penetration, if you could call the head of my cock just past her labia
penetration. She demonstrated a variety of physiological reactions, like
tilting her pelvis or vibrating like a plucked bass string.  As an
experiment I did my fast thrust and then made a quick series of short
jabs no more than half an inch each.

Inga went nuts, thrashing and wiggling as if she was ticklish and
attacked by twenty fingers. "No more!" she panted.  "I'm exhausted. Let
me catch my breath."  I rolled off and laid next to her, Inga's head
cradled on my shoulder my arm around her.

"That was sooo hot," said Red.

"For real," confirmed Tina.

"But what about Mr. Marcus?" asked Joan. "He's still hard.  Did you
cum?"

My cock waved like a flagpole in a windstorm.  "Nope."

"We can help."  Joan took a position next to us and took my cock in
hand.  By 'we' she meant herself.

The rest of the squad caught on quickly.

"Hey, don't be a hog. Share with a sister."  The nurse moved closer.

"You're not my sister," said Joan.

"Then share anyway."

Soon, four sets of hands were groping my dick.  "

"Come on, get organized," said Red Hot.  They were mostly fighting each
other, rather than jacking me.

"Everybody gets three strokes. Then change," said the plumber.

"Five strokes." Joan demonstrated.

"Okay, five."

In turn, each girl pumped my cock five times. Some dragged the foreskin
down hard.  Other pumped the full length.  Tina showed herself to be
creative by rubbing the head five times around.  This was the most
unique circle jerk I'd ever experienced, not that I'd ever participated
in a male-only activity of that kind.

Somewhere during the process, Inga recovered from her orgasm stupor and
took her five strokes from her prone position alongside me.  Gradually
girls dropped off, letting Inga take their turns. The tingle was
unmistakable. Inga was bringing me to the peak.  My balls ached.  My
hips bounced generating strong friction from Inga's small fist. She
changed position, straddling my legs and going at my prick with both
hands.

Cum, cum, cum," the group chanted.

"Cum for me, Mr. Marcus. Let me give back a little from what you gave
me."

A growl started in my belly. Inga lowered her head so her face was
within inches of my penis.

"Gimme," she whispered. "Shoot."

Her strokes were long pulls one after the other. The growl moved up into
my throat.

"That's it. Let it all out. All of your love juice. Show me you love
me." Inga focused on her emotions, not the physical act. "I love you,
Mr. Marcus."

"I love you, too."  What was I supposed to say?  Start some
philosophical discussion about the difference between love and lust,
between commitment and coupling?  I lifted my ass off the mattress. Inga
was ready, mouth open. Her lips surrounded the head as the first mass
escaped. She swallowed. I humped up again. Her lips remained in contact,
sucking.  I shot again and again, I lost track of how many times. The
audience cheered. Some of them must have been disappointed that they
hadn't had the opportunity. In most games, there's only one winner. In
Annie's birthday sex marathon, there were five but Inga got top honors. 
In the middle of this chaos, I noticed that Babe Ruthie, the baseball
gal, was missing.  Where wasn't she here, for her share of the fun?

"I won't tell Mama," Inga whispered.

"Its okay. She gave me permission at her office. Whatever you needed."
And she needed to be fucked. By me. On my birthday. "Sorry I waited."

"That's okay. It was worth it."

The four preliminary teasers were still clustered around the bed.  Were
any of them interested in another go, since now I'd fulfilled my destiny
with Inga?  Hell, did I have the energy to do any of the others?

Any opportunities vanished as the assembled onlookers dragged themselves
out of the room.  I guessed that some of them were hoping that Inga
would leave and they'd take her place in the bed as my sleeping partner
who wouldn't let me get any rest.  But Inga stayed at my side, warm and
naked and plenty satisfied.  Joan looked disappointed over her shoulder
as she trailed the pack.  In profile, her out-thrust tits gave my prick
twinges.

I didn't get much sleep.  I guess you could say I was up all night. 
Annie's twin bed was small for a couple.  Every time Inga rubbed against
me I got an erection and every time I got an erection she'd slide up
close or climb on top.  We must have coupled, not really actively
fucking, four or five times.   Every time, she'd shake and bake, then
collapse satisfied.  Good thing her mother had given me permission to do
whatever it took - I think that's a direct quote - to get Inga out of
her depression. Well, four or five orgasms in one night would lift most
women out of their depression.

In the meantime, I'd gotten hard but hadn't reached orgasm since Inga
jerked me off.  After our last coupling in a spoon position, I had to go
to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and didn't bother dressing. If I
ran into some coed, my prick was too pooped to do much of anything.

Inga rolled over when I got back.  "Good idea.  Excuse me."

She shuffled off bare as the day she was born.  Almost immediately she
climbed back into bed and put her hand on my chest.  Ours toes touched. 
Had she gotten taller?  "You're insatiable," I moaned.

"How would you know?  We haven't even started. But thanks for the vote
of confidence."

That wasn't Inga's voice. Come to think of it, this bed partner was
taller Inga. I cupped a breast, which was larger than either of Inga's. 
"Who are you?"

"Claudia. We met at dinner."  Her hand moved from my chest to my
stomach.

Claudia was supposed to play Little Joan, but her roommate with torpedo
tits substituted.  This was really awkward, both of us naked.  "Hi."

"When I got back from the stable, there was a phone message from Anita
about what happened.  I was really disappointed that I couldn't play the
Little Joan role.  I came over, hoping to get sloppy sixths or sevenths.
Or whatever number you were up to."

'Sloppy' usually referred to a guy having sex with a woman who'd already
had her vagina spanked.  Claudia had it backwards, but I didn't care, as
long as I could have Claudia.  "Not that many, actually."  I'd gotten
the biggest rise out from seeing Claudia at the restaurant and here she
was, naked in bed with me.  That, plus the memory of Anita's mammaries
had an impossible effect of engorging my weary dick.

"Annie told us that you like role plays and puns, that kind of thing.
How about if I improvise?"

I didn't care what she did as long as at the end, we were fucking. 
"You'd do that for me?"  I swallowed hard and got harder.

"Not for you.  For this."  She ran a hand along thigh and made a detour
past my crotch.

"Go for it." And by that, I meant my prick.

"I'm studying veterinary medicine, and one of my patients was ill.  I
also ride horses, so I'm comfortable in the saddle."  She slid on top of
me and spread her legs. Long legs.  "Want to go for a ride?"

"Sure.  If you're ready to mount up?"

Her hand finally connected with my cock.  "Shit, you're hung like a
horse."  She positioned my erection at her pussy.  "Keep it at a canter
until I get used to it."

I leaned closer and kissed her hard on mouth.  Peppermint.  "Let's ride,
amigo."  I didn't know how long my erection would last.  I grabbed her
ass, squeezed and pulled her closer.

"Whoa. You that anxious to gallop?"

"I just have unbridled passion."

"God, you do pun don't you?"

"Hang on, the race has just begun."

I hadn't started humping in earnest and Claudia dismounted.  "How about
this?"  She repositioned herself, facing away, thighs spread.

I positioned my prick with her pussy and eased in.  Her cunt was a
velvet glove, the opposite of Inga's tight vice.  I held Claudia's long
blonde hair like reins. By tugging, I gave her silent directions.  
"Giddy-yap." Claudia undulated her crotch to my command. On each
back-thrust she clenched her groin muscles so each slide provided
maximum stimulation.

Claudia whinnied and wiggled her ass.

"You know, having sex with coeds wasn't the mane reason I came here." I
slid my dull length into her.

"Shut up an fuck me!"

We were going at it hot and heavy when the overhead light blinded me. 
Claudia's cunt tightened, for a brief moment of extreme pleasure.

"Mr. Marcus!  What are you doing?"  Inga had returned.

Claudia looked up and answered.  "Taking my turn.  Are you next, or were
you here?  I'm sorry, did I butt in line?  You must be on your second
round, hmm?"

Inga stood in a super-heroine pose, hands on her waist.  "Yes, you're in
my spot.  What do you mean, line?"

I winced.  Inga didn't know about all of the preliminary penetration
that occurred before she arrived.

"I know I'm late," continued Claudia.  "It's just that Anita called me
and after what she said, I had to take a turn."

"Who's Anita?  One of the girls from the costume party?  And who took
turns, doing what?"

I attempted to dial back the emotion of the conversation before it
became a confrontation.  "Some things happened before Annie brought you
in-"

Claudia interrupted.  "That was no party. Are you new here?  I haven't
seen you on campus before. This is our traditional father's birthday
ritual. We see how many of us can mess around with a Dad before he
cums."

Claudia never stopped riding my dick for all it was worth.  I tried to
be nonchalant, but it's difficult to fuck casually, especially in front
of one of your other sex partners.

"So this wasn't special for me? Every father got the same treatment? 
Annie said they were teasing him, getting him ready.  For me!  And what
do you mean, mess around?"

Claudia rocked back and forth, so even though I stayed still, we were
still fucking.  "You know, touching him, sucking him-"

"You mean oral sex?"

"Uh huh, and even sitting on that big cock of his-"

"You mean fucking?  They all fucked him?"

"Not so much that he'd cum.  That's the whole point.  And if a dad lasts
that long, the big finish is his daughter.  Well, not in this case. 
Annie gave up the honor for somebody."  Claudia stopped moving.  "Oh,
was that you?  You should be grateful."  Claudia looked over her
shoulder at the guy who was still buried in her pussy.  "Annie added the
costumes and puns and stuff special for you. Did you like it?"

"Uh huh."  Nothing and no one was going to prevent me from fucking
Claudia to completion.

"Get off of him!"  Inga stomped her foot.  Her tit tits jiggled.

"Inga, calm down."  I slowed my pace but didn't give up on Claudia. 
"You got what you wanted, what we wanted, probably six times over. 
Would you deny me some pleasure?"

Her head drooped.  "But you said you loved me."

"And I do.  There's a place in my heart that cares for you deeply."  I
thrust all the way into Claudia's cunt.  She moaned with approval.  "My
daughter has her place.  There are very few others. You're special."

"So why do you need to fuck her?"

Need?  Odd choice of words.  "I don't need to, but I want to, very much.
 I found her attractive the moment I saw her at the restaurant.  Maybe
it's because I love sex.  And while you went to the bathroom, she got
into this bed naked. That's why."

"And you did it with others?  Before I got here I mean?  Your daughter
said they teased you, got you all excited, not that practiced sex with
them."

"It depends on your definitions." I hated sounding like Bill Clinton. 
"You were the one I came with."

"But not in."

"That's only because your vagina is so sensitive. You go ballistic when
I move, even a little."

"That's not my fault.  You're doing something wrong."

No one had ever claimed that, and Inga's reaction had been unique.

Claudia looked over her shoulder.  "She does?  You do?  Would you show
me?"

I pushed on last time, trying to memorize the feeling of Claudia's
superb pussy.  "I don't see why not.  The other girls watched earlier."

Inga's body language showed hesitance at first, until she probably
figured out that demonstrating with me would stop me from fucking
Claudia, something I'd continued in her presence.

Claudia disconnected and stood up.  God, she was tall and gorgeous, a
Nordic goddess.  Inga got into bed and laid back, her legs apart.  I
took my position over her, my cock hard and lubricated with Claudia's
juices.  It was like day and night. While Claudia took my cock with
enthusiasm, Inga couldn't take much more than the head without over
reacting.  Inga's dramatic reaction was animated and noisy, just like
before.

"Fascinating. Can I get a closer look?"

If Claudia was any closer, her mouth would be on our joined genitals. 
Claudia pushed me off Inga and put her face at the juncture of Inga's
thighs.

"What are you doing?" Inga asked.

"I'm spreading your labia to see what's going in. Don't worry, I'm
studying physiology."

I didn't dare clarify that Claudia was studying animals, not humans.

Claudia's fingers spread Inga's labia.  "Where's your clit?" Claudia
asked.

"My what?"

"Its not hooded and its not exposed. Let me feel-"  Claudia probed.

"Your finger is in my vagina."

"Of course. How else can I find-"

Inga's hips leapt up.  "Oooooh."

I was all too familiar with that reaction.

"What did you do?" Inga asked.

"I solved the mystery. Inga's clit is buried behind her vaginal lips.
Every time you move in or out you're rubbing your penis across her most
sensitive spot."

"So can I ever have regular sex, you know, with a penis all the way
inside?"

"I've got something in my room that might help. Stay here."  Claudia
finally removed her finger from Inga.

Like Inga and I had done, Claudia walked the halls naked.

Inga supported herself on her elbows.  "I told you I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak. You just have a mispositioned thingy." When I heard
my own words I wanted to retract them. After all, what would you call
someone with their nose in the middle if their forehead?

Claudia returned with a small tube and held it out.  "Desensitizing
gel."

"What do you use it for?" I asked.

"Teething mostly."

I didn't ask what kind of animals had teething pain.

"We should only use a dab. Spread your legs as far as you can. I wish I
had the proper tool to see inside your vagina. I'll have to just feel my
way. At least I'll know when I find-"

"Ohhhhh."

"There it is. Along the roof about one and a half inches in."

Claudia put a bit of gel on her finger. "I have to do this quick or my
finger will go numb." Claudia jabbed her index digit into Inga's pussy.
Inga flinched.  "Sorry."

"So now do we wait?" I asked.

Claudia tapped her finger on the headboard.  "Nope.  Ready to test."
Claudia waved us together like boxers in the ring. Inga was already
laying back legs spread so I moved into fucking position.

"You'll need a spotter," said Claudia.

Inga's eyebrows tilted.  "A what?"

"If your organs get too insensitive, you could fuck yourselves bloody.
Pain hurts for a reason, so people don't overdo."

"So you'll stay and watch?" Inga didn't look too pleased at the
prospect.

"Oh yes. And if this works, I'd like to do a paper on it."

"An academic piece on Inga and me?  No way."

"It would be anonymous.  We can leave your faces out of any pictures."

"You mean people would see pictures of my naked body?"  Inga's knees
rocked.

"Inside mostly, but probably some orientation shots of your pubic area."

"You wouldn't need pictures of my dick would you?" I asked.

"No. I guess not, although it's a beauty.  Maybe I can use a dildo to
show absolute depth."

All during our conversation I was slyly slipping deeper into Inga's
cunt.  No over-the-top reaction! Claudia's goop worked! For the first
time, the pressure of her vaginal walls caressed my cock.  I felt good
inside Inga, but how was she feeling?  Her hands on my ass, urging me
deeper, provided the answer.

"Do you still have feeling in your penis?" Claudia asked.

"Yes. Oh yes." I picked up the pace. "Oh god yes."   This was marvelous.
 Inga and I were finally fucking in the normal manner.

"You're going to cum in me, right?"  Inga held onto my ass for dear
life.

"Yes, oh yes."  I pumped furiously.  Desensitizing jell or not, I was
going to climax in my little vixen, the one who offered me service and
was now getting serviced by me, in the way only I could deliver.  Inga
cried out, reaching what I hoped was a vaginal orgasm.  I shouted
simultaneously with a penetrating spurt of cum, a thrilling climax,
something Inga and I had never mutually achieved.

"Let me check for damage," said Claudia.

I pulled out and rolled to the side.

Inga got in bed with us. Instead of getting crowded out and falling on
the floor, I stood up.  Claudia stuck her face between Inga's thighs,
mouth open.

Inga jumped at the touch of Claudia's tongue to her labia.  "Shit.  What
are trying to do, make me into a lesbian?"

Claudia took a breather.  "No, not at all.  I'm bi.  I like sex with men
and women.  It's just that, you're so cute and sexy, I got carried away.
 I wanted to share your experience with Mr. Marcus, without interfering.
 I couldn't help myself.  Can I continue?"

Inga looked at me for my opinion, or permission, or something.  "If it
felt good, why not?"

Inga nodded.  Claudia bent over and worked mouth magic on Inga's pussy. 
Inga wiggled and cooed with pleasure.  Claudia's ass waved gently.  Her
legs were spread just a bit.  With such an available target, I couldn't
help myself either.  I was always a sucker for tall Nordic blondes.  I
sidled up behind her and pressed forward.

"Oh god." Claudia hummed, which made Inga go nuts. Which sounded so
erotic, I thrust faster and deeper. Which motivated Claudia to get even
more aggressive at Inga's pussy. It was all too much to handle. I
grabbed Claudia's hips and shot whatever I had left in one deep dive. 
Claudia moaned.  Inga screamed. We collapsed in a pile of sweaty
overlapping body parts.

"Norma asked me to try stuff with her but I always refused," said Inga. 
"I had no idea."  I expected that Norma would get a pleasant surprise
when she and Inga hooked up next.  "You fucked her again, didn't you?"

I nodded.  "I couldn't help it.  She's so beautiful."

Claudia blushed, a change from her light complexion.

"You're right."  Inga pulled Claudia's face close and kissed her, mouth
open.

It was Claudia's turn to be surprised.  She turned to face me, her mouth
wet with pussy juice and Inga's saliva. "And you've been doing this all
night?"

"Un huh. It's the company that keeps me going."

Claudia kissed me with love juice lips.  Inga wept.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Making love with you was so good.  It was worth waiting for."

Claudia sat next to her, comforting her with a hug. And a reach-around
breast fondle. "There, there."

Annie stuck her head in.  "Can you please keep it down?  Some of us want
to sleep."

After all of that sex and as many orgasms, it wouldn't be difficult to
keep it down.  Even a naked Annie in bed wouldn't get me erect.  I wiped
the thought before my brain could redirect blood flow to my genitals.

I patted the pillow.  "Come on, let's get some sleep."  I wasn't sure if
Claudia would stay.

Inga glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand.  "Shit!  I need to
go.  I have a long drive, and Mom will wonder where I am."

"You didn't tell her you were going to visit me?"

"Are you kidding?  Norma is covering for me."  Inga walked to her
clothes, scattered on the floor.  I wrapped the sheet around my waist. 
It was false modesty.

Claudia headed for the door.  "My clothes are in Tina's room down the
hall.  Thanks for the ride, Lone Ranger."

"No, thank you, my faithful companion, for helping me and Inga connect."
 It was the wrong word, but I was too tired to pick a better one.

Inga got dressed.  Even watching her put on clothes was erotic.  She did
have a special place in my heart.  And my pants.

"Drive careful."  I stood and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
 It was too fatherly a gesture.

"I will."  She pressed herself against me and gave me a passionate kiss
on the lips.  Her hand wandered down, taking hold of my prick.  "And
keep this in your pants for a change."

"I will."  I knew that was a lie, and she probably knew it too.

Looking out the window, I watched Inga drive away.  How would Inga's
experience with Claudia affect her relationship with her best friend
Norma?  Would Inga pursue physical female-to-female intimacy?  Better
yet, maybe she'd climb into bed with her mother, the psychotic
therapist.  I'd buy a ticket to see that.  I curled up, exhausted.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up alone in Annie's bed.  No sign of my
daughter.  No Inga, probably already home after Claudia and I gave her a
thorough workout.  No Claudia, probably riding a horse instead of me. 
The others were probably still sleeping.  I got semi-erect just
recalling the sex marathon.

I put on my clothes and walked outside to the parking lot.  When I
reached into my pocket, I found my house keys but no car key.  And the
place I'd parked my car was empty!  What the hell?

(continued)


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So, Mr. Marcus finally got Inga, plus a bonus, Claudia. And that doesn't
count numerous penetrations before the main event.

But the story of his visit to campus isn't over yet.  Where's his car? 
A simple tow by campus security, or something more complicated that
leads to more sex?

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