STRIP - Chapter Eight - CrossOver

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This is Chapter Eight 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 Chaudri:  Penny's best friend, hot for Rod
Sandy:  Cassi's best friend
Venka Chaudri:  Bethany's father
Indira Chaudri:  Bethany's mother

In Chapter Seven, Dick had a close call with 
consultant co-worker Bridget, who simulated sex 
while watching a test of his database algorithm.  
Then at home, Dick watched in awe, unwilling to 
participate, as Penny got herself to orgasm with a 
dildo.  Afterwards, she ran out of the house, fuming.  
Anxious to clear things up with Bridget but wanting a 
witness, Dick dragged Rod along to Bridget's 
apartment, where she professed to be horny, away 
from her fiance for weeks at a time.  Rod 
substituted for reluctant Dad, much to Bridget's 
pleasure, although she did give Dick a blowjob while 
fucking Rod for a second time.

This chapter picks up after Chapter Seven, following 
Penny after she left her house in humiliation.  The 
first major scene follows Penny.  The second scene 
stays with Dick.

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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Just as Penny leaned on the doorbell of Bethany's 
house, the door opened.  Bethany and her mother 
seemed to be leaving.

"Pen, what are you doing here?"  

Penny hugged her best friend tight, holding back 
tears.  "Oh Bet, Dad and I had a fight.  A big one.  I 
was hoping I could spend some time at your place.  
Maybe even sleeping over?"

Mrs. Chaudri patted Penny's back.  "Of course, child.  
You did the same for Bethany when she and her 
father had words."

Bethany, still in the embrace, leaned her head back, 
to face her best friend.  "Why don't you come with 
us?  There's a new outlet mall and Father says 
we've got carte blanche to buy me a new wardrobe.  
A conservative one, naturally."

Mrs. Chaudri nodded, one of those parental 
acknowledgement nods.  "It is part of their 
compromise."

Penny's eyes were downcast.  Mrs. Chaudri would 
probably let her piggyback on Mr. Chaudri 's 
generosity and buy some new clothes as well, 
unconstrained by the conservative edict.  Somehow, 
that wasn't a pleasant idea, after Penny's failed 
seduction of her father.  "I don't feel much like 
shopping."

"Must have been a bad fight.  Why don't you hang 
here until we get back?  It shouldn't be too long.  
How many long skirts do you think they'll have on 
the racks anyway?"  Bethany smiled.

"Thanks."

The mother and daughter shut the door behind 
them. Penny hung her coat in the foyer closet. She 
took a moment to observe the spacious interior. 
Usually she and Bethany would bolt upstairs to her 
bedroom suite, consisting of two connected rooms.  
One had a bed and dressers, plus a walk-in closet 
almost the size of Penny's and Rod's room.  The 
second room was a study, with a huge desk and 
bookcases that filled one wall.

Instead, Penny gave herself a tour, wandering from 
room to room.  There seemed to be a separate room 
for every function:  an audio/video room with a 
television set the size of a wall, a library room filled 
floor to ceiling with wood shelves containing leather-
bound books, and a glass atrium with a ceramic tile 
floor filled with potted plants.

The whistle of a kettle got Penny's attention.  She 
walked through a vestibule into the kitchen.  
Someone had put up a porcelain red teakettle.  
Almost on cue, Bethany's father walked in.  As soon 
as he saw her, he looked away.  "Oh, Penelope."  

She hated her official name.  "Hey, Mr. Chaudri."

He stared down at the kettle and a large brown mug 
with a curvy body.  "My daughter has gone shopping 
with my wife.  You must have missed them."

"Nope. I saw them leave. I just need a place to chill."

Mr. Chaudri raised his eyes to the ceiling.  "Oh, is 
the house too warm for you?  I can adjust the 
thermostat down."

"It's just an expression.  Someplace to hang, away 
from my family."

"My, my.  I am sorry to hear that.  Oh yes. Well, 
make yourself at home."  He poured hot water from 
the kettle over a metal ball on a chain."

"That's cool.  My mom uses bags."

Mr. Chaudri grunted a reply.  Penny watched him 
step carefully down a corridor leading to even more 
rooms.  The brewed tea left an unfamiliar aroma 
behind.  She had previously thought about having a 
talk with Bethany's dad about his attitudes regarding 
STRIP.  Hadn't Bethany said he'd tried to file a 
lawsuit or something? Penny decided this was her 
opportunity.  

She followed the stone floor and the tea smell until 
she came to a room with an open door.  Mr. Chaudri 
was at an enormous desk, with stacks of papers 
neatly placed at even intervals.  "Whatcha doing?"

He didn't raise his face from the papers in front of 
him.  "I am reviewing some briefings from my work."

What was wrong?  Penny thought she was dressed 
pretty hot.  "You know, it's not very nice to not look 
at someone when you're talking to them."

Mr. Chaudri shuffled papers on his desk, initialing 
the corners as he went.  "I apologize, but I cannot 
look upon you."

Penny had never met anyone, male or female, who 
wouldn't take a second glance at her hot bod if given 
the chance.  Whole stadiums full had the pleasure 
every weekend.  "Why not?"

"It is the way you are dressed. Too much of your 
body is exposed."

Boy, was he ever ancient and rude!  "Really?  Do 
you live in the real world?"

"What do you mean?  Every person lives in the real 
world. Your question is silly."  He licked his finger 
and turned the page.

"If you walk down the street, you're going to see 
people dressed like this."  She pushed her shoulders 
back, to accentuate the point and her nipples behind 
the fabric.

"Yes, of course.  And I would look elsewhere.  But I 
would not be in this specific situation."

A light bulb came on in Penny's head.  "Like, alone?"

His reply was an exhale.  "Precisely."

"Its not a sin to look."  Penny wasn't going to share 
that her father had gone way beyond looking or even 
touching with Bethany.   "You can't tell me you 
haven't looked at women on the street, right?  Ones 
with tight tops and short skirts?"  She was describing 
herself.  Penny saw Mr. Chaudri's eyes dart toward 
her, taking a stolen glance.

"Perhaps, occasionally, when it couldn't be avoided."

"Just once, look at my face.  Not my body."

Mr. Chaudri tilted his chin up. Their eyes met.  

"Was that so terrible?" she asked.

"No. But it remains difficult to prevent my eyes from 
wandering- He slapped his arm across his face, 
blocking his vision.

Penny's curiosity overrode her better judgment.  She 
mustered the guts to ask, "Why did you make it so 
difficult for Bethany, when she was invited into 
STRIP?"

Mr. Chaudri lifted a bundle of papers, which helped 
block him from seeing Penny.  "To protect her.  She 
is quite vulnerable.  I know where these things lead."

Penny's father had been vulnerable to Bethany's 
charms, not the other way around.  Reality was the 
opposite of what Mr. Chaudri thought, but Penny 
couldn't say a word.  He seemed so sure.  "You 
know this, from experience?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact."  His lip quivered.

Penny made a guess.  "Someone close to you had a 
bad experience?"

Mr. Chaudri dropped the papers and pressed his 
face into his hands.  "It was me!"  Penny heard sobs.  

Full blown crying by a grown man?  "What 
happened?  It must have been terrible."

Mr. Chaudri did not reply.  He was too busy 
weeping.

Penny got up and stood next to her best friend's 
father.  She put a hand on his shoulder, as a sign of 
support.  It was awkward to comfort him while 
standing, so Penny sat in his lap and hugged him. 
 At first he struggled, attempting to dislodge her. His 
efforts were ineffective because every time his 
hands touched her bare skin, he pulled them back.  
She hugged him tight, pressing his head against her 
chest. Penny's motives started out as selfless, but 
gradually she realized how good it felt to hold him.  
She stroked his back.  Even if he wouldn't admit it, 
Mr. Chaudri was getting excited.  Penny felt the lump 
under her butt.  His crying wound down into stuttered 
breathing.  "Better?"

Mr. Chaudri pulled away from the embrace, eyes still 
shut tight.  "I am trying to save Bethany from harmful 
situations."  His chest shook as he sighed.  "I'm so 
embarrassed."

"Don't be.  You seemed to need a hug."  She pulled 
him back to her chest.

He resisted.  "No, not that, although you must get off 
my lap immediately."

Penny was excited about getting Mr. Chaudri 
aroused.  Still, she stood up and immediately 
plopped down onto the desk, directly in front of him.  
"Okay?"  In case he opened his eyes, Penny kept 
her knees apart.

He nodded.  "I have already told you too much.  
Perhaps you should wait upstairs in Bethany's room.  
There are many things there to keep you occupied."

Penny thought about Bethany's matching purple 
dildo.  It had given her some satisfaction, but nothing 
close to Rod's cock.  "I'd rather stay down here with 
you.  Something is obviously bothering you, and it's 
affecting you.  Bethany is my best friend, and she 
doesn't deserve being punished because of 
something that happened to you."

His dark face was redder.  "I am not punishing her.  
Precisely the opposite.  I mean for no harm to come 
to my daughter."  

"Neither do I!  So maybe we can talk about it?  I 
mean, why you're doing what you do.  Because in 
their own way, your actions are hurting Bethany."

"I would never do that."

"Then talk to me.  Please, for Bethany's sake."

Mr. Chaudri's eyebrows danced.  "I have never told 
the story to anyone, even my wife.  It is an 
embarrassment I will never overcome."

"Please?  You've had this bottled up inside for a long 
time.  You have to get it out."  Penny surveyed his 
crotch.  Yes, definitely an erection.  "Please, for your 
own good, and Bethany's?"

"All right, if you insist."  He took a deep breath and 
exhaled.  "In college, I was forced to have sexual 
intercourse with a fellow student."

"Wow!  But hey, if you were forced, then it's not your 
fault.  Is that all?"

His voice lowered to a whisper.  "She became 
pregnant.  By me."

Penny was shocked.  "What happened?  Did she get 
an abortion, or did she have the baby?"

"I never learned.  She moved away, and I never 
heard from her.  I may have a son or daughter out in 
the world that I have never met.  And ever since that 
incident, I have had extreme difficulty having sexual 
relations."

Since he had made Mrs. Chaudri pregnant, he 
wasn't a total loss in bed.  "You're just feeling guilty, 
and that's giving you performance anxiety.  That's a 
topic they covered in STRIP.  Rod told me all about 
it."  Penny's father and brother had no such malady, 
given their recent female conquests.

Mr. Chaudri hummed.  "So, my daughter has learned 
about this in the abstract?  Unfortunately I live with it, 
in what you call the real world."

"Yes, but there are treatments."  Penny made that 
up, to give Mr. Chaudri some hope.

"Really?  What is involved?" he asked.

Penny didn't expect a direct query.  She fell back to 
generalizations.  "Lots of men suffer from it. You just 
need a bit of confidence."  Ironic, since that what 
STRIP gave Bethany and Rod, despite Mr. Chaudri's 
objection.  Penny invented a line of reasoning.  "Do it 
right once, and you'll be cured."  With me.

"I have done it, perhaps not well, since that incident, 
and still I suffer.  The memories-"

This was Penny's opening, to get Mr. Chaudri's 
penis into her opening.  "An effective therapy has the 
patient - that's you - reliving the incident, but taking 
alternative actions, to defeat the bad memories.  Are 
you up for it?"  Penny hoped that Mr. Chaudri would 
keep it up.  She was ready to play the coed he'd 
fucked in college.

Mr. Chaudri's sigh tossed Penny's blond hair.  "I will 
start, but if I find the recounting too difficult, I may 
end prematurely."  He slumped back in the oversized 
leather swivel chair.

As long as that didn't include premature ejaculation.  
"Go on.  I'll just sit here and listen."

Mr. Chaudri began his story in a flat monotone.  "In 
college, I was not very social. But in my senior year, 
when I had given up hope of ever joining a social 
organization, I was invited to a fraternity party by a 
classmate named Roger.  They were interested 
having me join.  There was only the small matter of 
some initiation and I would be able to wear the pin 
and perhaps even move into the house itself, if a 
vacancy occurred."

Something was fishy about this story.  Why would 
they choose Mr. Chaudri in his senior year?  "And 
you'd tried before?"

"Yes. I had been rejected many times, with different 
houses.  There was always some excuse.  This one 
seemed to appreciate my intelligence and 
educational diligence, clearly demonstrated by three 
years of outstanding results."

The crotch of Mr. Chaudris pants was standing out.  
"Good for you.  So?"

"The night before initiation there was a huge party.  
There was much alcohol and I was urged to circulate 
and meet as many individuals as I could.  Strangers 
kept refilling my glass."

"Had you ever drunk before?"

"Only wine, with dinner at my parents.  All of the 
important students were there.  Athletes. Academic 
scholars. Even a few professors.
It was a very long party.  It went on for hours.  I 
needed to lean against walls and furniture to remain 
on my feet. As I attempted to leave, they told me I 
needed to participate in a fraternity tradition. There 
were three young men and four women. They told 
me they required me for even teams.  I was escorted 
into the basement. We sat around an old mattress.  
One of the young men announced that we would be 
playing charades."

"Sounds harmless."  Where was this going?

"It was a variety called Strip Charades. You know 
this game?"

Aha!  "I can guess. Loser takes off a piece of 
clothes?"

"Correct.  If no one guessed your phrase then you 
had to take off an article of clothing. And I seemed to 
pick impossible phrases. Obscure quotes with long 
words. As you might expect, I was down to my boxer 
shorts very quickly."

Penny had a flash of inspiration.  "Do it."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes, just like that night."

"That is outrageous!  Is it not enough that I am 
talking to you about this episode in my life?  Do you 
really want me to reenact it with you?"

"What about role play don't you understand?  It's for 
your own good.  You've been living with this for a 
long time, and you need to get past it."  Penny 
changed her tone from chastising to mellow.  "When 
I tell Bethany about something that happened to me, 
it reinforces the feelings.  But, if I role play with her, 
then I get to correct the errors, and I feel better."  
They'd never done that, but an example was 
necessary to build Mr. Chaudri's belief.  "So, what do 
you have to lose?  And you can keep your eyes 
shut.  Maybe that'll help you remember-"

"I will have no problem remembering.  It is burned 
into my mind like a branding iron burns flesh."  Mr. 
Chaudri stood up.  "Are you sure this works for you."

"Every time."  A big lie, but one that would soon put 
Bethany's Dad's cock inside her.  Fair was fair.

Mr. Chaudri's took off his shirt slowly.  "I lost my shirt 
first."

"Nice chest hair.  All curly and thick."

"Thank you."  His hands toyed with his belt buckle.  
"Are you certain-"

"Yes!"  Penny hadn't meant to holler, but she was 
getting hornier by the minute.  Mr. Chaudri let his 
pants fall to the floor.  "Can you get them off 
yourself, or do you need any help?"

"They seem to be tangled in my shoes."

"No problem."  Penny knelt down to help.  In that 
position, she got a good look at the size of his 
erection, pushing at the front of his boxers.  Not as 
big as Rod or her father but big enough to enjoy.  
She got back on his desk.  "Then what?"

"When we were one article of clothing away from 
exposing ourselves, we were informed about one of 
the rules. Each teams weakest player had to 
perform on the mattress. I didn't understand what 
they meant. Nudity nor intimacy had never been 
mentioned, although my future fraternity brothers 
were taking physical liberties with their female 
companions all over the house."

"They meant, have sex?  In front of everybody?"  
Penny's pussy creamed at the thought.

"Precisely, except they called it a special joint 
performance.  My team chose me for the logical 
reason that I'd been playing terribly.  The other team 
picked a young woman in the same predicament. I 
recognized her from my advanced classes. She was 
quite bright and healthy academic competition for 
me, although very plain.  She hadn't even attempted 
a guess during the whole game."

"Did you think she was sexually attractive?"  Penny 
wondered if she turned him on.

"Not really, except for one feature."  Mr. Chaudri 
coughed.  "She had had exceptionally hard nipples."

Penny lifted her shirt. "Like these?"  

Mr. Chaudri opened his eyes and then snapped 
them shut.  "Oh my goodness!  Yes, almost exactly 
like those."

Penny smiled.  Perhaps seeing her naked would 
push Mr. Chaudri over the edge.  

He cleared his throat, and then continued the story.  
"They led me and that young roman onto the 
mattress standing up. We were told to hug and then 
kiss."

"Okay."  She slid off the desk.  Papers skittered in all 
directions, some falling to the floor.  Penny wrapped 
her arms around her best friend's dad.

"Oh my. You're doing what I said."

"Right."  She kissed his lips but he wasn't not 
suspecting the engagement despite her warning.  
"So what did she do?

"She trembled in my arms. I felt terrible.  And 
nervous."

"So, what if she had been more comfortable in your 
arms, nuzzling close to you?"

"That would have been better."

"Okay, so here's where we make the first change."  
Penny held him close.  His chest hair tickled but his 
erection held great promise for a fulfilling fuck.  "How 
does this feel?"

"Oh, much better than that night.  But other 
conditions are different.  We have no audience, and I 
am more experienced."

Maybe not so much.  "Good, I'm glad to hear this is 
working for you.  What happened next?"

"They forced me to suckle her breasts, as if I was a 
baby."

Penny pointed a breast at Mr. Chaudri's face.  His 
lips tentatively touched the nipple.  "Oooohhhhh yes!  
Suck it harder."

Mr. Chaudri inhaled sharply, and then pulled back.  
"I should not have done that."

"You did fine.  Better than fine."  Penny's pussy was 
even wetter, almost to the point of leaking on his 
hardwood desk.  "So after that, what happened?"

"It soon became clear that they expected us to 
perform sexual intercourse."

"Really?"  Finally!

"Yes!  And there I was, uninformed about the 
process."

"You were a virgin?"

"Yes.  And I learned later, so was she. My fraternity 
brothers and her sorority sisters were taunting us, 
laughing at us. When they had us lay down, me over 
her, we were motionless.  One of the other women 
took hold of my penis-"

"Hold on.  You still have your underwear on, and we 
have to get in position.  You said lying down?  How 
about if you just move closer to me?"

"All right."

Penny tugged his boxers over his hips.  

"Oh my goodness.  You are seeing me in the nude."

His cock was hard but smaller than Penny desired.  
Beggars couldn't be choosers.  If only her father had 
fucked her, she wouldn't be here, seducing Mr. 
Chaudri.  "And you could be seeing me too, if you'd 
open your eyes.  Now, you were saying?"

"One of the other women rubbed my penis until it 
became hard."

Penny's fingers danced along Mr. Chaudri's cock 
before she took it in her hand.  "Just like now."

"I cannot believe you are touching me there."  His 
legs shook.  "Oh, that feels much good.  And one of 
the men inserted their finger in her vagina.  She 
cried out, pleading to leave."

"Then you should do that with me.  Here."  She 
guided his hand between her thighs.  "Point one 
finger."  He complied.  Penny aimed it at her vagina 
and slid it between her wet labia.  "In and out."

Mr. Chaudri made awkward fucking motions with his 
finger.  "Like this?"

It wasn't very pleasant, but Penny couldn't ruin his 
spirits, so close to their coupling.  "Yes, just like 
that."

"The group was relentless in their goading and 
taunting.  They were forcing two virgins to have their 
first sexual encounter in public." 

"But you're not a virgin any more?  I mean, you got 
Mrs. Chaudri pregnant with Bethany?"

"Very true, although- He stopped the finger fuck but 
left his digit embedded in Penny's pussy.

"What?"  More secrets?

"When we decided to have a child, I was concerned 
about my sexual performance.  I am embarrassed to 
tell you, I froze up.  I lay on the bed, covering my 
eyes.  Mrs. Chaudri rode up and down until I 
ejaculated.  Since then, we have not had sexual 
relations very often.  Perhaps six times."

"In like over eighteen years?"  Damn, this guy should 
be hornier than me.  "Well, this time, you're going to 
be the aggressor.  There are no frat boys to help you 
out this time."

"Help me to do what?"

"Have sex with me, of course."

"Oh no.  I cannot do that!  What would your parents 
say if they found out?"

My dad would say even swap.  "My parents know I 
am sexually active."  His cock was hard and the tip 
was red, expanding and contracting in anticipation.

"So, you just have to let your body do what it already 
knows how to do.  Besides, this is the crucial part of 
the role play."

"It is?"

This adult was a dolt.  "Yes.  Scoot closer.  That's 
right.  You should put it in, be in control."

"Should I keep telling you the story?"

His cock was at the threshold.  "Huh?  Oh yeah, 
sure."  As long as it didn't get in the way of their 
fucking.

"Through no effort on my part, I became embedded 
in her."

"Closer.  That's right.  A little higher."  On his own, 
Mr. Chaudri couldn't get his cock inside Penny, 
aiming it in every wrong direction.  Penny carefully 
poked and nudged his penis until he was on target.  
"There!  Now put it in!"

Mr. Chaudri jerked his cock forward, meeting 
Penny's labia, which easily separated.  The tip of his 
cock nestled at her opening.  "Am I in?"

"Almost."  Penny grabbed his hips and pulled him 
closer.  His cock was hard enough that it didn't slip 
from its target.  "Oooh, yes."  It wasn't in deep, but 
over the threshold.  Now fucking could start.  "Push 
a little deeper."

"That time, my body went out of control. I writhed 
and jerked, sliding all over her."

"Well, you won't do that this time.  Move your hips 
slowly, forward and back, and establish a rhythm."

Mr. Chaudri couldn't stop telling the story.  "She 
pleaded with me, you understand, not to continue, 
but several hands held me down. They only allowed 
horizontal movement. My penis had not only 
penetrated the young woman but I was on the verge 
of something I'd never experienced. My first 
orgasm."

"You stopped again.  Concentrate on you and me.  
This is the thing we have to change, right?"

"Yes, of course.  I am so sorry.  Forward and back, 
you said?"  Mr. Chaudri's movements were hesitant 
and random, not smooth like Penny's brother.  But 
Penny wasn't anywhere near satisfied.  She needed 
more, much more, and she was going to force Mr. 
Chaudri to deliver.  She called cadence.  "Forward.  
Back.  Forward.  Back."

Mr. Chaudri did his best to match his movement to 
Penny's commands.  It was better, but too 
mechanical.  Then, without warning, Mr. Chaudri 
started flailing, bouncing around between Penny's 
thighs.  It was just as he'd described with his co-ed 
partner.  Penny tried to wrap her legs around his 
waist, to control his movement but he was too 
strong.  Perhaps this was a sexual ritual in his native 
country, a dance after which he'd fuck her regular.

Mr. Chaudri opened his eyes wide, but they were 
unfocussed.  "I am performing.  I am performing."  
His arms waved in the air, as if he was trying out for 
her cheerleaders squad.  Her legs waved from side 
to side.  It was a miracle that he didn't slip out from 
her pussy altogether.  "I am performingggg-"

As he spread his legs, his torso dropped and his 
cock slipped from Penny's vagina.  A blast of cum 
shot from his penis, over Penny's head.  The next 
volley hit Penny's face, her chest, and several 
shuffled stacks of papers still on the desk.  More 
spurts painted her chest and arms.  He wasn't 
stopping.  His desk lamp and crystal paperweights 
got a share of his juices.  The last shots fell on 
Penny's lower belly and his leather chair, which had 
slid off to the side.

What could she say that wouldn't completely 
demoralize him?  "Wow!  That was really a lot of 
jizz."

Mr. Chaudri eyes were tired and a bit melancholy.  
He made no acknowledgement that he was looking 
at his daughter's best friend, naked.  He backed into 
his leather chair, using it to prop himself up.  "I 
believe both of us have learned important life 
lessons today.  For myself, I have come to terms 
with the hazing that was my initiation. And I 
acknowledge that Bethany is becoming a woman 
who will one day have sex as a natural part of her 
life."

Too late. My dad took care of her. Too bad he won't 
help me.  "Good.  Very good."

Mr. Chaudri posed with his arms crossed on the 
backrest, his deflated cock dripping on the Oriental 
rug.  "What have you learned?"

"Me?"  Penny couldn't lie and tell him he was a good 
lay, even though she had only one partner to 
compare him to.  "I've learned that I don't need 
STRIP to get confidence."  She's already learned 
that, but it was a safe comment.

"That is certain. Tell me the truth. Has Bethany 
become a better person from the STRIP program?"

Certainly more confident and more sexual.  "I think 
so. Yeah. Just look and you'll see it for yourself."

"I will do so. I only hope that for her first time, she 
has someone who cares for her, and is gentle."

My dad did that.  "Someone that loves her like a 
father?"

"Yes, precisely."  His mouth opened wide.  "Wait.  
You are not suggesting that I-"

Penny panicked.  "Oh no.  Of course not."

Mr. Chaudri scratched his head.

Did Mr. Chaudri think I meant him?  Oh my God.  My 
father won't fuck me but Bethany's stuck up 
conservative father is considering it?  Damn!

Mr. Chaudri assessed the scene.  "Oh my goodness.  
We have made a terrible mess."  He took a hard look 
at his watch.  "My wife and daughter could return at 
any moment.  Please, put your clothes back on."

Penny's shirt and skirt were decorated with 
splotches of Mr. Chaudri's jizz.  "They're kind of 
messy."

"Then put them in a zipper bag, from the kitchen, 
and find some of Bethany's clothes to wear.  You 
can' t be naked when they return. Oh my goodness, 
not naked!"  His eyes darted from her breasts to her 
belly and then her pussy, exposed at the juncture of 
widespread thighs.  "Oh my goodness.  You are 
naked!"  He covered his eyes again.

Penny tried not to be insulted.  "Do you need help 
down here?"

"No, I can care for this.  Besides, with a beautiful 
naked woman in my vicinity, I might get ideas."  An 
odd grin appeared on his face.

At least he'd called Penny beautiful.  Ideas?  Shit, 
Mrs. Chaudri might get a surprise in bed later that 
night.  Even Bethany might get a visit from her 
father, in an unfatherly way, but not while Penny was 
there.  Damn, who was going to satisfy her?

Penny ran upstairs and plopped on Bethany's bed 
as the tears began.  She'd been fucked by a father 
all right, but not her own.  

* * * * * * * * * * 

Dick sat on the futon, staring at an empty TV screen.  He 
was hornier than the dickens.  If Penny had walked 
through the door, he might have lost control and fucked 
her right there on the floor.  He might not have even let her 
take off her jacket, just lifted her skirt and ripped her 
panties off.  Sandy, his wife Cassi's best friend and a one-
time sex partner, had called to call it off.  She'd decided, a 
couple of days too late, that Cassi's request that she "take 
care of Dick" meant looking in on him, doing laundry or 
cooking, not fucking his brains out a few times a week.  
Maybe it was guilt, or her husband Arthur suddenly 
became bed competent, but the reason was irrelevant.  
She wouldn't be a pressure release valve.  Had Bridget, 
the consultant, already packed up and left?  She'd be good 
for a quickie, as long as he didn't bring Rod along.  God, 
they were like rabbits in heat!

A polite knock on the front door announced the arrival of a 
visitor.  Penny would have opened the door herself, but 
Dick rearranged his erection anyway, to be polite.  No one 
likes to be greeted at the front door by a guy with tented 
pants.  He slid his erection down one pants leg, but that 
meant extracting it from his jockeys.  The knock persisted, 
but gently.  Probably a woman.  Dick tried to tell himself 
that the visitor was just that, not a door-to-door sex 
partner.

Dick opened the door. It was if Bethany had stepped into a 
time machine and sent her 25 years into the future. "Mr. 
Treyshun?  I'm Mrs. Chaudri, Bethany's mother."

Dick's cock throbbed in his pants.  "Bethany?  Oh.  Please 
come in."

Mrs. Chaudri stepped over the threshold, into Dick's lust 
palace.  "Penny is at our place. Evidently the two of you 
had words."

Words like fuck and sex.  At least I didn't share her bed.  
"We're working through some issues."

"Not at the moment, I would assume."  She pulled her 
jacket down.  There was no hiding that she was a busty 
woman.  "I wanted you to know she's welcome at our 
home as long as necessary. You were kind enough to let 
Bethany stay when she and her father suffered an 
argument about STRIP."

Kind enough to stay in his bed.  The memories of fucking 
Bethany were fresh.  "That must have gotten resolved or 
at least livable."  Dick offered Mrs. Chaudri a seat in the 
family room, on the futon. He sat down expecting her to 
use the far end. Instead, she lowered herself next to him.  

"She came home, but nothing was resolved.  STRIP is 
now a forbidden topic."  Mrs. Chaudri crossed her legs.  
Her high-buttoned brown jacket didn't match the tight black 
pants.  "Bethany thinks the world of you. We just came 
back from a shopping trip during which she told me 
everything."

In profile, Mrs. Chaudri's tits were mountains.  
"Everything?"  Dick swallowed hard.  "Listen, I don't know 
what she accused me of-"

Mrs. Chaudri patted his hand, except it was on his knee. 
"It's all right.  I was quite relieved that Bethany's first time 
was with someone she describes as caring and gentle.  
Lord knows how she'd feel about sex today if one of those 
horny young men in school had taken first advantage.  
Excepting your darling son, of course."

She wasn't angry?  Dick's heart thumped so loud it 
drowned out his thoughts.  All he heard was the pounding 
beat, one that could be a metronome for sex.  "Well, I'm 
relieved.  I thought you two might take the news harder."  
He wanted to retract that last word as soon as it passed 
his lips.

"Oh, Mr. Chaudri doesn't know, and I intend to keep him in 
the dark.  About many things."  She uncrossed her legs 
but kept them apart.  Her thighs were an ebony path 
leading to a forbidden zone.

"Is there anything Penny needs?  I mean, that you could 
take to her?  Some clothes perhaps?"

She recrossed her legs.  The pants seemed terribly tight.  
"According to Bethany, the only thing Penny needs, or 
wants, they are almost the same these days, is some 
physical attention from you.  The kind you gifted Bethany."

Dick folded his arms.  "That's just not going to happen."  
He didn't appreciate her acceptance of his sexual activity 
with her daughter.  "And I'll be ending my physical 
relationship with Bethany as well."  He'd been considering 
it, but with her mother beside him, the decision was easier.  
"I feel awful, with her and Rod considering themselves a 
couple, and me taking her to bed- Dick stopped.  Too 
much detail.

"But she enjoys you so much.  She's afraid you won't want 
her anymore after your wife returns.  You understand how 
devastating that could be.  Why, she could slip back into 
her old self."

Was she suggesting Dick keep slipping it to her daughter, 
for emotional support?  "She's come a long way since 
STRIP.  She won't backslide."

"When will your wife return?  Do you know?"

Dick wrung his hands, which forced Mrs. Chaudri to let go.  
"I haven't heard from Cassi.  She was really upset when 
she left."

"Yes, I know, about assisting Rod with STRIP.  That is 
certainly why Penny is being so insistent.  She must view 
the situation as categorically unfair.  That is another 
reason I am here."

Bethany's mom knew way too much about their personal 
sexual foibles.  "It is?"

"Yes.  You have had a priceless gift - sexual access to my 
daughter.  There should be something our family receives 
in return.  For balance."

One possibility shot to the top of the list.  "What, like 
arranging for your husband to have sex with Penny?"  The 
thought turned Dick's stomach.

"That, dear sir, will never happen.  He is much too 
confused and uncertain to make any advances."

Dick wondered if he'd fall victim to Penny's forward 
advances.    "So what are you proposing?  You and Rod?"  
He'd give her a ride, based on how he satisfied Bridget.

"The thought crossed my mind, but I too have concerns, 
given Bethany's relation with him.  No, I decided that you 
and I should strike up a sexual relationship."  Her hand 
returned to his thigh.

Dick trembled.  She was offering herself, just like Bethany 
had the first time.  His head cleared for an instant.  "Now 
wait a minute.  I took advantage of Bethany, so how is 
having sex with you any kind of compensation?"

"We are not speaking in terms of compensation, dear 
man.  The virginity of my daughter was priceless.  I am 
proposing a process by which one of my family members, 
namely me, receives sexual satisfaction from one of yours, 
namely you."  She squeezed his thigh, inches from his 
cock.

"So what is it, you're not getting that at home?"

"Mr. Chaudri's attempts at sex have been pitiful ever since 
we got married.  His attitudes about STRIP come from a 
deep anxiety about even being naked in the same room 
with me, let alone the act itself.  I practically had to rape 
him to become pregnant with Bethany.  Consider yourself 
Rod's substitute when we are in bed together, and it will all 
make sense."

Giving Bethany pleasure and then adding her mother on 
top, so to speak, didn't add up to balance.  They would 
both be getting and Dick would be the only one giving.  
No, Mr. Chaudri fucking Cassi or Penny was a more 
logical activity, except that was never going to happen.  
"Let me think about your generous offer."  Dick couldn't 
take his eyes off her tits, heaving under her jacket.

"We would be a good match.  I understand that you have 
high sexual needs, and with your wife away, you are often 
in distress.  I have been in the same situation for many 
years.  Too many years.  My, it's very warm in here."  She 
unbuttoned the top three of her jacket.  "I know that I am 
older than Bethany, and have lost much of my natural 
beauty, but I hope you have it within your heart - she 
grabbed his erection in his pants - and offer me your 
attention.  I am more than ready for it."

The house may have been warm, but Mrs. Chaudri was 
hot.  Dick was more than aroused, even before she 
exposed her cleavage or took his penis in hand.  Mrs. 
Chaudri was a voluptuous woman, and enough of a 
Bethany look-alike that he was prepared physically.  But 
could he actually do it?  Cassi was who knows where, and 
with who?  Sandy had called it off.  Bridget was gone. Dick 
wanted to wean himself away from Bethany, and Penny 
was off limits.  Perhaps Mrs. Chaudri was just what the 
doctors ordered.  Drs. Johnson the sex researchers, that 
is.  Dick couldn't help himself.  He slid his flat hand into her 
open jacket.  Her blouse was scoop-necked.  His palm 
rested on bare flesh above the neckline.  

Mrs. Chaudri slapped her hands to her chest, trapping 
Dick's.  "Mr. Treyshun!  Really!"

"Your breasts are bigger than Bethany's aren't they?"

"Yes, a full cup size.  She said you really enjoyed hers.  I 
met your wife once, at a school function.  She is not 
excessively built, is she?  Perhaps that's why-"

Dick barely listened as he worked at the remaining 
buttons.  

"Please!  You are moving much too fast."  She grasped his 
arms, to no avail.  With Mrs. Chaudri's jacket open, her 
shirt and black lace bra were exposed.  Dick attempted to 
slide his hand into the bra, to caress the voluminous 
breast tissue yearning to be released from bondage.  "Not 
yet.  Please, they are not perky like Bethany's."  Dick 
leaned over and buried his face between her supported 
tits, squeezing them from both sides.

"I am pleased you find me attractive.  I want you to make 
me feel-"

"Feel how?  Wanted?"  Dick felt energized.  He snuck one 
hand down onto her thigh, fingers aimed at the inner 
surface.  "Oh yes, I want you."  He rubbed his face in her 
cleavage as best he could.  "I want them.  I want to suck 
your nipples."  Dick heard himself blathering on about what 
he would do once they were uncovered.

"You do seem fixated on women's breasts."  Mrs. Chaudri 
stood, breaking his connection.  "Perhaps we should go 
upstairs -"

Dick stood and practical dragged Mrs. Chaudri after.  She 
stumbled on the stairs, losing her high heels on the steps.  
In the master bedroom, Dick stripped down to his 
underwear.  When he looked up, Mrs. Chaudri was still 
dressed, her jacket pulled shut and held closed by one 
hand.  "What's the matter?"

"I am afraid I cannot go through with this.  I am sorry."

Dick felt naked in his t-shirt and jockeys. He wanted to 
shout, 'You come to my house, tell me you want sex, grab 
my cock and now you say you've changed your mind? 
 What a tease!'  Instead, he plopped down on the edge of 
the bed and hung his head.  His cock wilted.  "Maybe you 
should leave."

"May I explain my fears?"  Mrs. Chaudri didn't move.  "Tell 
me, do you have more than just sexual feelings for 
Bethany?"  She took a seat at the far end of the foot of the 
bed.  

Dick's cock bucked at the mention of Bethany's name.  
"That's a tough question.  I've always thought of her as a 
second daughter. So even before we slept together, I had 
feelings.  Why is this relevant to us?"

"Bethany has feelings for you, beyond those of lust or 
sexuality.  You know this?"

Dick nodded.  "I suspected as much."

"Now I can explain.  Bethany's feelings for you are 
confusing her about her relationship with Rod."

"Which is why she and I have to stop."  Dick sighed.  
"Maybe those feelings transferred over when we became 
lovers.  I love Bethany but I won't give up Cassi for her."

"You see!  Your words expose you.  'I love Bethany.'  
There are emotions between you two.  If the 
circumstances were different, and the ages a bit closer, 
you might consider Bethany as a romantic interest."

Dick's head was spinning.  This was Bethany's mother, 
right?  "Not likely, given that I'm old enough to be her 
father."

"Stranger things happen.  You and I, we are closer in age.  
I will stay happily married so long as, what do they call it, 
my itch is scratched by a competent sexual substitute. I 
am not looking for a replacement for my husband Venka. 
Does this make sense to you?"

"As much as any of this swapping and incest has over the 
past week, yes."

"I am afraid that you and I will start as sexual partners but 
that feelings will arise and further complicate the situation."  
Mrs. Chaudri relaxed, which let her jacket drift open.

Dick considered taking an opportunity for self-flagellation 
after she left.  "So if I understand, your issue is, can we do 
this without emotion?  Without feelings?"  Dick stood up, 
tempting her with his hard cock peeking over the jockey 
elastic waistband. "We can try. Tell me, was Mr. Chaudri 
your first?"

"Yes." She paused. "But not my only."

"Really?  Tell me about that."  Dick leaned against the tall 
armoire.

"When I was pregnant with Bethany, my obstetrician had 
sexual intercourse with me.  At my request."

"Really?"  Dick was shocked at her admission.  She'd 
asked for sex outside her marriage before.

Mrs. Chaudri hugged herself.  "I was exceptionally 
aroused.  My hormones were, how do they say it, running 
wild.  My husband, normally afraid of sex, would not do it 
for fear of interfering with the pregnancy.  I was desperate, 
you understand."

Dick stroked his chin.  "And was there any emotion 
involved?"

"No, just an attempt on the doctor's part to relieve my 
sexual stress."

Dick hoped that his erect part would do the same. "Why 
don't we reenact that event?  You yourself said there was 
no emotion, just sex.  Would that allay your anxiety?"

Mrs. Chaudri sat up straight.  The jacket opened further, 
exposing her Grand Canyon cleavage between Rocky 
Mountain breasts.  "It sounds logical. How shall we 
proceed?"

"You be you, I'll be the doctor.   Tell me what happened 
and we'll role play."

"But there is one big difference.  I am not pregnant now."

"But you are in need of relieving your sexual tension, just 
like back then.  So?  Tell me how it happened."

"When my husband refused, naturally I asked my 
obstetrician about the opportunities at my regular checkup.  
Perhaps there was something I could do or some medicine 
to relieve me of my constantly aroused condition.  At the 
time I was on his examination table, my legs in stirrups."

"Good. Scoot back and lay down."  She did as requested. 
"Now take off your panties and spread your legs."

"First, I should take off my jacket and top."  She pulled her 
arms from the sleeves, leaning forward, tempting Dick with 
her chest.  She pulled the top over her head.  Dick's eyes 
bugged out as her bra came into view.

"Your legs?"

Mrs. Chaudri crossed them. "But that would expose me."

"Right, just like you were at his office.  How about this?  
Close your eyes and picture yourself at the doctor's office.  
In fact, call me 'Doctor.'"

"All right.  Doctor."  Mrs. Chaudri had her eyes shut as she 
laid back and exposed her crotch.

"Your panties, please, so I can examine you."  She slid 
them up her thighs and over her knees.  'I'll get them," 
Dick said.  They came off one foot easily, catching on her 
toe on the other.  Dick moved closer.  "Now please keep 
your legs separated so I can perform the exam."

"Yes, Doctor."

Mrs. Chaudri's vaginal lips were puffy, not like her 
daughter's.  It didn't take a finger to tell if she was wet.  
Dick's sheets would need a washing after this encounter.  
"Now Mrs. Chaudri, what seems to be the problem?"

"My hormones are driving me to complete distraction.  I 
need a sexual release, and my husband refuses because 
of the fetus."

Dick licked his lips.  He'd had the daughter, and now he'd 
have the mother.  "I can take care of that-"

Mrs. Chaudri's eyes flashed open.  "That's not what 
happened.  He wanted to show me some diagrams of how 
sex could be done safely."

"Oh."  Dick was embarrassed at being so direct.  "Got it."  
Dick cleared his throat.  "I have a pamphlet for you and 
your husband to study, with diagrams of how you can have 
safe sex."

"No amount of manuals will convince him that we can have 
sex safely.  Perhaps there are medications-"

"Certainly not.  Anything you ingest will enter the baby's 
blood stream."  Dick enjoyed playing doctor, even better 
than back in high school.

"Then perhaps there is something you can do?"

Dick had erred by agreeing too fast.  Best to maintain 
some professionalism.  "I don't know of any physical 
procedure-"

"Something personal?"

Dick paused for dramatic effect.  "Oh no!  Anything like 
that would be strictly prohibited by ethics regulations."

"But the stresses I'm feeling are having an adverse affect 
on the baby.  I know they are.  Perhaps just a massage?"

Dick was unable to hold back any longer.  "Perhaps I could 
touch you.  With my fingers?"  He reached forward and ran 
a finger up her labia.  They were inflamed, fat and red.  "Is 
this better?"

Mrs. Chaudri's hips rose to meet his hand.  "Ooohhh, yes.  
But please use two.  Two fingers.  Put them in."

Dick obliged.  Her labia separated easily, but when his 
thumb grazed her clitoris, she clamped down.  His digits 
were stuck, unable to movie in or out.  "What are you 
doing?"

"Oh, I didn't realize.  So sorry!  I've been practicing kegel 
exercises, to try and keep my husband's penis inside on 
the few opportunities he makes himself available for sex.  
Otherwise, he flails so badly, he pops out and I get no 
satisfaction."

"Well, unless you release me, I won't be able to help."  
Dick imagined the helpless doctor with his cock trapped in 
Mrs. Chaudri's pussy.  He almost laughed.  "Were your 
pussy muscles this strong back then?"

"Oh no.  I've conditioned my muscles only recently, over 
the last few years.  I have to concentrate to maintain 
control.  Something you did triggered an involuntary 
response.  Perhaps you touched somewhere-"

"Yep.  Your clitoris.  My fault.  I'll try to be more careful."  
When Mrs. Chaudri relaxed, Dick finger-fucked her.  He 
avoided her clitoris like the plague, lest he get trapped 
again and lose any physical or emotional momentum.  Her 
vagina was tight, despite having had Bethany.  It must 
have been the kegeling.  When Mrs. Chaudri's back 
arched and a moan escaped from her diaphragm, Dick 
knew he'd given her a release, exactly what she wanted.  
"How was that?"

She raised her head.  "Marvelous!  Now, use your mouth."

Dick jumped at the opportunity, although he wondered if 
the doctor had gone down on her, or this was 
extemporaneous.  His tongue lapped at her natural juices, 
tasting much like her daughter.  When his tongue probed 
deep, his nose bumped her clit.  Dick found his tongue 
stuck in her pussy.  No amount of saliva was going to let it 
slide to freedom.  "Leth me ott."

Mrs. Chaudri pulled his head from between her thighs.  
"Sorry.  You must be careful."

"I was trying."  Dick's cock hurt from his erection.  "Did the 
good doctor administer his penis?"

"Oh yes, very well.  He wasn't as large as you, and my 
stomach was bigger.  He only penetrated a few inches.  
Perhaps you could do the same?"

"I'd be delighted."  Dick scooted up, careful not to 
accidentally touch any trigger zones on Mrs. Chaudri's 
body.  Getting his cock trapped in her cunt wouldn't be 
pleasant.  Fortunately, she only wanted a few inches.  Dick 
placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy.  "Are you 
ready, Mrs. Chaudri?"

"Indira."

Dick knew where he was supposed to put his prick.

"If you are to penetrate me, you should use my first name.  
Indira."

"Of course."  Dick administered his penis to her pussy as 
she'd instructed, just a few inches.  "How's this?"

Mrs. Chaudri grunted and groaned, shifting her weight 
from side to side.  Dick really wanted to feel those tits, 
massage them, squeeze them, suck those nipples, but 
there was no way to reach behind her and unclasp her 
bra.  And she was too large in front to pull the 
undergarment down.  He thrust half his cock in and out 
with great care.  A dollop of saliva dropped from his lips to 
the valley between her breasts.  Her face turned dark red 
and she stiffened.  "Uuuuggggggg."  She opened her eyes, 
chest heaving.  "Yes.  Yes, that was precisely what I 
needed.  Thank you so much."

Dick sat back on his haunches, his cock wet and waving.  
"Glad you liked it.  So, is that what you did with the doctor?  
Fingers, then oral, and then half a fuck?"

"Yes.  Why, is there something else?"  Dick's cock waved 
above her outstretched body.  "Oh my!  You're still at 
attention."

"Did the doctor cum from what you did?"

"I don't recall.  But I've been selfish, haven't I?  I've gotten 
relief but you are in a worse situation than before.  And 
after all you've done for Bethany."  She took hold of his 
prick.  "What can I do to help?"

Dick thought about asking for a handjob, or maybe a 
blowjob.  But what he really wanted was to fuck Mrs. 
Chaudri with his entire cock, not just the first few inches.  
He wanted to spray his cum inside her, like he'd done with 
her daughter.  It would be like fucking an adult Bethany.  
"I'd like to finish having sex with you."

"I don't understand.  Didn't we just have sexual relations?"

"KInd of.  You achieved orgasm, but I didn't.  Are you 
willing to do it again, for me?"

"All right."  Mrs. Chaudri hesitated.  "What do I have to 
do?"

Dick wanted to be in control, including access to her bra 
clasp.  "Get up on your hands and knees."  Mrs. Chaudri 
did as he asked.  "Now, I'm going to put my penis back in 
you, but a little deeper."  Over twice as deep.  "But I'll take 
it slow."

"Please do.  I haven't had sexual relations with anyone as 
large as you.  Ever."

Dick was overjoyed that he'd be plumbing virgin territory.  
He held Mrs. Chaudri's hips as he slid back in.  He started 
at the same depth of a few inches, gradually adding depth 
with each stroke.  It was like boiling a frog, one degree at a 
time.  Mrs. Chaudri's moaning returned.  After a few 
minutes, he'd bottomed out.  "See, you've taken it all."  
The tip of his cock was at her cervix, but he avoided 
pressing too hard lest he give her any pain.  This needed 
to be pleasant for both of them.  He dragged his cock in 
and out, being careful to keep an angle that didn't 
accidentally rub her clit the wrong way.  

"Are you always so vigorous?  Bethany didn't share the 
details, just - just - jug - jug - Her words became sharp 
exhales.  After a few minutes, Mrs. Chaudri was grunting 
with each thrust.  His cock began to tingle.  This would be 
one juicy cum.  But he wasn't going to let this opportunity 
pass without fondling her breasts.  Holding them while he 
came would be a dream cum true.  He was just a few 
strokes from climax, and timing was critical.  He didn't 
want an argument during his orgasm, which he felt was 
immanent.  As gently as he could, he unclipped her bra.  
She startled as the cups fell away from her body.  "What 
are you doing?"

He laid on her back, freeing his hands to palpate those 
mounds of flesh.  "I can't help myself.  I want to be holding 
your breasts when I cum."  

Just as he cupped the fronts of her tits in his hands, 
trapping her nipples between her fingers, Mrs. Chaudri's 
vagina tightened around his cock, holding him captive.  
She shouted, "Oh, you mustn't cum inside me.  I am not 
using birth control."

Dick startled at her proclamation.  He tried to withdraw but 
her pussy grip was a vice, and the friction of his attempt 
tickled his cock in just the right way.  He slammed his hips 
forward without result and whimpered as cum spurted into 
her tight warm cunt, directly at her womb.

Mrs. Chaudri screamed, either out of pleasure or terror.  
Her cunt throbbed and then slowly relaxed.  

Dick released his grip of her tits and fell back, his cock 
deflated.

Mrs. Chaudri turned around, touching her vaginal opening.  
"You ejaculated?  After I told you-"

"Yeah, right, you told me just as I was about to cum.  Not 
really a fair warning.  I had no idea you weren't using birth 
control."

"With the infrequent sex with my husband, I felt no need to 
introduce chemicals into my body."  Mrs. Chaudri wore a 
strange smile.  "But it is too late now.  Hopefully, it is not 
the right time."

A dark cloud hung over Dick's successful sex romp with 
Bethany's mother.  Why did she come to me for sex, and 
not provide protection?  Maybe she subconsciously 
wanted to get pregnant.  "Hopefully."

Mrs. Chaudri climbed off the bed.  Dick had his first look at 
her fully naked body.  "You're very beautiful."

She held her hands under her breasts.  "They are not as 
pert and firm as they used to be."  She bent over to fetch 
her bra from the floor, where Dick had thrown it.  Her 
breasts swung, pendulums of pulchritude.  

Dick reached out and poked one finger in her pussy.  "Are 
your vaginal lips always so puffy?"

"Only when I am excited."  She wiggled her hips.

"Then you're still excited now?"  He pressed his finger 
deeper.

Mrs. Chaudri squatted, opening herself up for probing.  
She was still horny, and just wouldn't admit it.  "Or they 
haven't gone down yet."  She stood, removing herself from 
the impaled digit.

Dick moved closer, her nipples hard on large dark areolae.  
Yes, they sagged quite a bit, but they were still attractive 
to Dick, who massaged their bulk with vigor.  Mrs. Chaudri 
reached down between his legs.  Dick was hard again.  
"Neither have you."  Her eyes stared at his groin.  "Oh my 
goodness, you are as big as Bethany said."

"And you are more beautiful than you know."  Dick pressed 
against her, to feel her tits against his chest, his cock 
against her belly.  He'd done the unthinkable and cum 
inside her.  But having this grown up version of Bethany, 
nude before him, Dick was motivated. Dick wanted to 
skewer her, to plunge once more into the depths of her 
pussy.  How frustrating that once hadn't been enough, and 
that she was vulnerable to his semen.  

"We can't do it again.  If we were lucky the first time, we'd 
be daring fate."

"Then let me slide my cock between your breasts."

Mrs. Chaudri knelt down, but the position didn't work.  She 
got back on the bed, her arms open.  Dick straddled her 
chest, his erection between the wobbly mounds.  Both of 
them pressed her tits together as Dick slid up and back.  
"This is marvelous."

"Did you do this with Bethany?"  

Her mouth was inches away, but Dick didn't want a 
blowjob.  "Does it matter?"

"Only that this might be a way of pleasing my daughter 
without intercourse.  As a way of weaning her from you."

So that Mrs. Chaudri could have him all to herself?  "That 
probably won't work."

"Why not?"  Her eyes were wide, expectant.

"Because, once I get aroused like this, there's only one 
thing I want to do."  

Dick sat on edge of bed and directed her to sit on his lap, 
facing him.  He pressed his face into her chest, savoring 
the feel of her tits.  At last, the promise was fulfilled.  He 
sucked, rubbed, caressed, licked, pinched and massaged 
them to his heart's desire.  Mrs. Chaudri's hands held the 
back of his head, ensuring there was sufficient pressure.

Dick held her tits aloft and sucked the nipples hard.  Mrs. 
Chaudri splayed her legs outside his thighs wide and 
relaxed.  Dick took the opportunity to press his cock 
against her labia.  If this was the right time of the month, 
then Mrs. Chaudri had already been fertilized.  And if it 
was the wrong time-  

"Nothing satisfies you, does it?" she asked.

"You could, if we practiced- Dick surprised himself.  Had 
he just suggested they start an ongoing sexual 
relationship?

He shyly slid his cock between her labia, the same 
cameltoe procedure he'd performed on her daughter, 
never letting his mouth off her nipple.  She bucked her 
hips, which drove him through and in.  "You're doing it 
again?  Venka never did it twice within the same month!"

Mrs. Chaudri bounced on his lap with renewed energy.  
Dick reamed her pussy, with long quick thrusts.  She threw 
her hips side to side and lifted her ass off his lap.  It was 
like she was riding a bucking bronco, but Dick was not to 
be denied.  Her movement was unpredictable, which made 
the fucking a lot more interesting.  And just when Dick felt 
his sperm rising, he slid one hand down and flicked a 
finger across her clit.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"  Mrs. Chaudri threw her head back, 
pushing her tits forward.  Her pussy clamped shut as his 
load erupted from his cock.  

Dick pressed her close to his chest, her nipples like 
spikes.  "It seems I can't get enough of you Chaudri 
women."

"Now I see why Bethany is so enamored with you.  You 
are kind and considerate, and the best sex partner I've 
ever had."  Mrs. Chaudri kissed him hard, keeping her lips 
on his for a long time.

"I thought there would be no emotion between us.  Isn't 
that what you said?"

Mrs. Chaudri hugged Dick and kissed him again.  "I guess 
I was wrong.  There needs to be some emotion or it is just 
fucking."

Dick startled at her first use of the word.

"Now, I must leave. My husband and daughter will be 
wondering what happened to me.  The stores closed hours 
ago."  She stood, cum dribbling down her thigh.  She 
dabbed at it with her panties.

Dick stood, his heavily exercised cock on display.  "So, will 
we be getting together again?"

"I don't know.  Why, would you like to?"

She was being coy.   He knew she'd want another ride; it 
was only a matter of when.  "I just wanted to know if I 
should buy some condoms?"

Mrs. Chaudri smiled.  "Yes.  More than just a few."  She 
pulled on her bra.  "Can you latch me?"

Dick closed the clasp.  

Mrs. Chaudri finished getting dressed while Dick stayed 
naked.  "I'll let myself out."  She kissed him again.  "What 
a lovely man you are!"

Dick fell backwards onto the bed.  Perhaps Mrs. Chaudri 
was his relief valve.  Her naked body and memories of 
Bethany were a potent combination.  He rolled to the side, 
into a damp patch.  Shit, I'd better strip the sheets.

* * * * * * * * * * 

###  An Original H M Tale  ###

So, Penny and Dick both got their share of the tawdry 
Chaudris.  Cassi is still missing in action.  Rod and 
Bethany still havent had sex, and Penny still lusts for her 
father, who seems resolute in refusing her.  Complicated 
enough for a few more chapters?

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