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Chapter 1

"Hey, Mister Ed!"

Edward Walters looked over his shoulder and raised his hand in greeting as the pickup cruised past him on the town's main street. He recognized the speaker as Reggie Halston, one of the wide receivers for the Bearcats, the high school football team Ed played the Guard position for. Reggie was grinning as he leaned out the window of his buddy's pickup. His buddy being Mark Thompson, their quarterback.

Mister Ed. He hated that nickname because... well, he didn't like to think about it so he pushed it aside.

He gave his head a shake and continued down the street. He was on a mission. He had to buy his sister a birthday card. Grace was turning 22 tomorrow and he wanted to get her a really pretty card. A pretty card for a pretty woman! He blushed at the inappropriate thought. He'd known Grace since she was 10 and he came to live with her and her mom Shirley Wilson when he was just a young boy of 6.

When his mom died in a car accident, Shirley, being her cousin and the only living kin available, took him in. He found out later that her charity was mostly to get her hands on his mother's limited estate and the insurance money. Shirley made sure he was aware that she was not replacing his mother. She also told him that while he was actually her cousin once removed he could call her Aunt Shirley for simplicity. She did make efforts to keep him fed, clothed, sheltered and educated. Through the years he'd spent with her she'd often remind him of those efforts. He heard her complain that he ate too much to afford keeping him fed, grew too fast to keep him in clothes that fit, was too big for their furniture, and most recently wasn't smart enough to get a job to pay back those debts he owed her for taking him in. Shirley wasn't exactly the warm and fuzzy type.

Grace had been delighted to find Ed was an easy going little brother who pretty much let her do anything to him as long as he was allowed to hang out with her. Dressing up, make up parties, you name it, if Grace wanted to do it Ed would be right there indulging his new big sister. She had no idea the young boy was starving for the lost love of his mother and would take anything resembling affection. All she knew was that Ed was a fun new plaything. She had more of a nurturing nature than her mother and until she reached that age where boys suddenly became attractive, she would cuddle up to him on the couch to watch TV with him.

When the puberty fairy started to fill her out in areas Ed was secretly enthralled by she began to restrict her physical signs of affection to ruffling his hair, pats on the back, an occasional kiss on the cheek, and the even more rare hug but she always had a smile and kind word for him. She saved the boy from a very lonely c***dhood and he loved her deeply for it. Though they were second cousins they grew up together as brother and sister.

Puberty struck early for Ed and he exploded upwards and sideways as his frame grew to support the muscle mass it was destined for. His keen eyed gym teacher started him on strength training early and his body filled out quickly. Shirley's food bills were the source of many a verbal flaying during those days.

When Ed got to high school he was immediately enrolled in the football team. He wasn't particularly aggressive but he was good at the game as he was bigger and stronger than most of the others. He continued to grow bigger and stronger than his peers. He wasn't as smart as most of them but he got along with many of them regardless of his shyness.

Then came the fateful day when the coach walked into the showers to get the guys to stop clowning around. He saw Ed delaying his own shower until the others had left. He'd pushed the boy into the room and told him to get to it. Red faced, Ed hung up his towel and stepped into the shower. The room went silent until the coach's voice boomed out.

"Fuck, I guess we're going to have to call you Mister Ed from now on."

When some of the players asked him what he meant he just told them to look it up. Edward recalled the look of disgust on the man's face as he left the shower room. When his teammates discovered 'Mister Ed' referred to a horse their laughter was a knife in his guts and his shame was complete. He couldn't help that he was so big. Being called a freak by his teammates was particularly painful even if they did it as a joke. He did his best from that time on to avoid showering with the others either by being first or last. He avoided the coach most of all. When he could. He took to wearing loose fitting pants. Anything to hide his shame.

At home he moved his bedroom to the spare room in the basement. There was a small bathroom down there where he could take his shower without Shirley or Grace accidentally seeing him. He couldn't bear the thought of them seeing his freakish nature.

Edward gave himself a shake when he found himself dwelling on that old history. He was eighteen now and he did his best to put up with the ribbing from the rest of his team though it still hurt.

He made his way into the card shop and began his hunt. He didn't want something too drippy or sappy as Grace was not sentimental in the least. She was a practical woman. He wanted a pretty card with a simple heartfelt message.

While he was hunting he felt eyes on him and looked down the aisle to see Melanie Stanwell and Izzy Desmond looking at him and giggling. They worked in the store. With a bold look at Izzy, Melanie walked down the aisle towards him with a smile on her lips. She was a tall, slim girl with lovely brown eyes and long wavy brown hair which went to her mid-back. He'd heard the other guys talking about her, saying it was too bad she didn't have big tits to go along with her sleek curves. Ed just thought she was nicely proportioned. She wore a lot of rings which always drew his eyes to her long elegant fingers.

Edward was watching her nervously as she approached and gave her a friendly nod when she stopped beside him.

"Hello Ed." She glanced at the pink flowery birthday card in his hand and looked back into his pale blue eyes. "Buying a card for a girlfriend?" she said boldly.

He jolted a little then shook his head. "Sister. It's her birthday tomorrow."

Melanie's smile grew and she leaned in a little closer. "You need help finding a card for her?"

"Nah, I think I've got this. Thanks!" he mumbled, a blush traveling up his cheeks. Melanie's eyes twinkled when she saw the effect she was having on the big man.

"Well if you need some help just let me know," she smiled.

He nodded his thanks and she strutted back to Izzy with a coy smile at him over his shoulders. She caught him looking at her sweet little ass and her smile got wider and the sway in her hips got a little more pronounced. He quickly looked away as he felt himself begin to stiffen. He cursed under his breath, closed his eyes and ran through his mantra to calm himself. His pants, which had been baggy two years back, were no longer that way due to the increased muscle mass he'd put on from training for the football season. He couldn't afford new pants so he couldn't afford to get excited in these ones. He had to make an adjustment so glancing around to ensure the coast was clear he shifted himself in his pant leg.

From the burst of giggles he heard he realized the coast hadn't been as clear as he'd hoped. Blushing madly he quickly settled on a card and went up to the cash to buy it.

Izzy was the cashier and she was doing her best to catch a glimpse at what he'd had to adjust. He paid and hustled out of the shop. The evening air felt especially cool against his reddened cheeks.

Chapter 2

Grace Wilson cursed her life one more time as she left the big box store to head home for the night. That asshole Frank from HR hadn't left her side all night, constantly watching her with his creepy eyes. He had taken a liking to her dark looks. She wasn't Goth but she did like to dress in black and she and her co-worker Heather had taken to wearing black lipstick and smoky black eye shadow. With her pale skin, long straight raven locks, and curvy, well fleshed body she attracted more than her fair share of admirers.

Heather's long, wavy white blond tresses, blue eyes, and her rail thin model's body was a perfect counterpoint to Grace's more 'full figured' look. She was saving up for a nose job as she hated the largish one she was born with and her braces only had one more year to go. They hung out together whenever they could as their work schedules allowed.

Grace's job as a cashier had been the only one she'd been able to get since graduating and as her salary was keeping the family in their home and fed she couldn't afford to lose it. Her mom's disability cheque wasn't enough to keep them going and Ed's paycheque from his part time job in the home center helped but it was her money that kept them going. Now Frank was potentially threatening that by acting like a skeeze.

She got into her car in the employee lot which was far from the door and sparsely lit. She put her phone in the cup holder between the seats as she prepared to leave.

Suddenly there was a tapping on the driver's window glass and she jumped. She looked left and there was Frank looking in her window with his greasy smile. She rolled the window down.

"What is it Frank? I'm on my way home. Isn't it time for you to go home to your wife?" she reminded him.

"Aww Gracie don't be like that. You should be nicer to me. I can do things for you. Nice things that will make your life so much better. All you gotta do is some nice things for me," he said, slurring a little. Great, he was drinking on the job.

"Thanks but no thanks Frank."

"I can also make things really bad for you if you're not nice to me. Think about that!" he growled.

Grace looked up at his piggy little eyes and sighed. It was true. He could.

"Take out your cock."

Frank suddenly grinned and quickly looked around but no one else was in sight. He was also partially hidden by the other cars. He quickly unzipped his pants and tugged his flabby little dick from his pants.

Grace had to struggle not to laugh then not to gag as the stench of him wafted in the window.

"Mmm bring that b**st in the window," she said with a seductive tone. He grinned and leaned in against the side of the car. He couldn't see her but he was expecting to feel her mouth on him any second.

Grace leaned away as far as she could and took some photos with her phone's camera. He had his hands on the window sill so she got them in the shot as well with his distinctive school ring. She grabbed her heavy metal travel mug and slammed it down as hard as she could on one of his balls on the window ledge.

With a scream of pain Frank crumpled to the ground beside the car. She saw he was clear so she drove a few feet away.

"Frank? I just wanted you to know I have some very disgusting photos of your junk sticking in my car window. I'll send you a sample to your work address when I get home. You pull any crap like that again, I will see everyone you know gets a copy. You leave the women at the store alone now. Understood?" When he whimpered and nodded she began to move forward but stopped once more. "Oh and take a fucking shower with soap you smelly bastard!" He whimpered once more and she drove away.

Maybe she should have warned him earlier about her anger management issues.

When she got home all she wanted to do was take a shower to get Frank's smell out of her nose. She stepped inside and her sinuses filled with the most wonderful scents of cooking food. Grace looked in the living room and there was her mother in the recliner, drunk or stoned or both. She hadn't expected the smells of cooking to have come from her efforts but it would have been a nice surprise. At one time she was an excellent cook and Ed would watch her for hours. Since the accident at the factory and her subsequent chronic pain, she hadn't felt disposed spend any time in the kitchen.

Following the delicious scents Grace stepped into the kitchen doorway and smiled at Ed, the mountain of a man who stood with his back to her. She couldn't get over how he'd grown from a normal sized little boy to this broad shouldered, hard muscled man. She trembled. If he hadn't been raised as her brother she would have been all over him. That thought made her stomach twist nervously like butterflies were duking it out inside her. She loved her 'little' brother but sometimes she got so confused.

She must have made a sound as he looked over his shoulder at her and his face lit up with a happy smile when he saw her standing in the kitchen entrance. "Welcome home. I'm making your favorite! Chicken and Chorizo Paella!" his deep voice rumbled out. She smiled in return and studied his innocent face. Fair haired, light yellow blonde to be specific, reasonably styled and short. She cut his hair so they could save some money. He had amazing pale blue eyes under light brows. His nose had a bump on it where it had been broken and badly reset. It had character. He had nice lips and was almost always smiling. His jaw was strong and square. The overall combination wasn't classically beautiful but still pleasing to look at. He turned back to finish cooking.

She couldn't stop her eyes from traveling over his body as his back was turned. Though it made her squirm with guilt to think this way about Ed she thought his body was incredible! Hard, dense muscles and lots of them. Huge arms hanging from broad shoulders, and supported by his broad chest and powerful back. He didn't look overinflated like those professional bodybuilders but he did look ripped! Every t-shirt he owned was stretched almost to death over his torso. At home he wore sleeveless T's as they were more comfortable for him.

His legs were sexy as hell too, currently hidden in sweat pants. She knew her brother preferred to wear baggy pants but she didn't understand why he liked that look considering how great his legs looked. She'd even bought him a pair of stretchy but tight jeans using her employee discount but she had yet to see him wear them.

Grace spun around and made a bee line to her room before she did something she'd regret. She knew her brother loved her so she had to protect him from her lustful thoughts. It would destroy their relationship.

She got cleaned up and into her own comfy clothes. Before she forgot she sent off the incriminating photo to Frank's work email. She was sorely tempted to send it to his wife too but she contained her rage once more with difficulty. She returned back downstairs just as Ed placed the plates on the kitchen table. She noted there were only two plates.

"Mom's not eating?" she asked.

Ed's face showed his upset. "I tried to get her to eat earlier but she just screamed at me to leave her alone. I think her pain is bad tonight. I'll save some for her for later."

Grace looked at Ed and wondered how he could still show so much compassion for a woman who had never said a single nice word to him since the day he arrived. It was more a sign of Ed's strength of character than her mother's.

"I'll carry her up to her bedroom after I do the dishes," he said.

Grace had a momentary flash of Ed carrying her instead, up the stairs to her bedroom in his strong arms to have his way with her. She trembled and he noticed.

"Something wrong? Your food not taste good?" he said looking concerned.

She forced her mind away from those evil, lewd thoughts and smiled weakly at her brother. "No! Everything is fine! It tastes wonderful! I was just thinking of something unpleasant from work."

They ate for a while in silence both enjoying each other's company and the excellent food. Grace had to restrain herself from wolfing the paella down. As he'd said it was her favorite.

He tried to put a casual expression on his face as he asked her a question. "Speaking of work, did you find out if you have tomorrow night off? It's our final playoff game for the state championship. It would be nice if you could be there."

"I'm sorry Ed. I wish it was possible but I was asked to work a double shift tomorrow. Mary Carson broke her ankle and they're short staffed. And we need the money," she winced seeing his look of disappointment which he quickly hid behind a shrug and a smile.

"Score a touchdown for me Ed!" she grinned as he rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I do," he groaned for the hundredth time.

She smiled at his frustration. "What is it you do again?"

"I knock people down," he huffed.

She could always catch him with this little game of hers. At first she used to worry that Ed might be simple minded but he was actually quite brilliant with some things. Ask him to repair something and he'd figure it out and get it working in almost no time. He was a really good cook as mixing ingredients in the proper proportions in the right sequence at the right time intervals came to him naturally. Ask him to deal with math and he'd struggle but he'd get to the answer, eventually. Ask him to explain what was going on in any TV show involving human interaction and he'd get the surface stuff but miss most of the nuance. He was innocent in that way. Intrigue was beyond him. He was what you saw and people who weren't confused him.

If he weren't so easy going and just big he would probably have had a much harder time in school. Speaking of which...

"Have you asked out that pretty brunette at the card shop yet?" she asked him. Her love life may be on extended hiatus but that didn't mean his had to be.

He blushed. "No!"

"Why not?" she pushed with a grin on her lips.

"I don't have time for a girlfriend!" he smirked back. That was her favorite excuse for explaining why she wasn't dating. The 'I don't have time' excuse had been her automatic response for years. She shook her head at his victorious grin.

"You know you shouldn't take such pleasure in using that excuse. It's not like it's made me hysterically happy," she said in a rare moment of self-reflection.

"You deserve to find someone special," he told her sincerely, looking at her with his beautiful blue eyes.

She snorted angrily as her mind went to Frank in the parking lot sticking his dick in her window. He was the perfect example of the kind of masculinity she was surrounded with now in her life. Well, them and Ed who she couldn't have. Her anger flared again and she pressed her thumb against the side of the bridge of her nose as pain spiked behind her eye. Dammit! It was another anger induced migraine.

She heard the sc**** of a chair then she felt his hands, his wonderfully large and powerful hands massaging the knots out of her neck muscles before they got a chance to really get started. Soon she was putty under his strong grip. The migraine dissipated as he worked her muscles. God his hands felt so good on her body! She wanted more and began to moan but locked that down in a squeak. She pushed herself to her feet as she felt her emotions start to go off the rails.

"Thanks for dinner, Ed. I'm going to bed. Not feeling well," she blurted and rushed upstairs. She closed her bedroom door and managed to drop onto the bed to smother her sobs in her pillow. Life was so fucking unfair!

Chapter 3

The team ran out onto the field and the crowd cheered louder as they saw their heroes. Ed didn't bother looking at the bleachers as he knew there was no one there cheering him on.

He was still a little bothered by how upset Grace looked the previous night. He said something stupid and upset her and he was really mad at himself for hurting her.

Mark Thompson was checking his teammates to make sure they were all pumped and focused on the game. He caught the angry and distracted look in Ed's eyes and pulled him aside.

"Ed, where are you man? I can't have you wandering around out there. You're my protection!" Mark said into Ed's ear.

"Sorry Mark. I'll get my head in the game," Ed apologized.

"What are you angry about?" the quarterback asked.

"I said something stupid last night and I hurt my sister's feelings. I'm really mad at myself," Ed blurted.

Mark looked at the big man. That wouldn't do at all. If Ed was angry at himself he would be letting the other team roll over him. He had to get Ed to redirect his anger.

"Ed, keeping anger inside is bad. It will hurt you and your game. Here is what I want you to do. When we're at the scrimmage I want you to look at the guy across from you and think, 'there is the reason my sister is feeling bad'. Turn your anger on that and take it down. You have to direct that anger outwards. Don't let it eat at you. CRUSH IT! Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I got it." Ed nodded and looked at Mark with surprise. He was really pleased Mark was being so thoughtful and helpful. He didn't realize Mark was just looking out for himself.

Play soon began and Ed was in his three point stance looking across at his man. No! It was him saying that stupid thing. He needed to punish that guy! At the snap he surged forward and crushed through the player and tossed him down to the ground. The running back shot through the hole Ed made and they soon had their first touchdown.

Surprisingly, Ed felt a little better. He grinned at Mark who was beaming a huge smile back at him.

The game was fierce as their opponent's quarterback and receiver were very good. The score was close but no one got past Ed. Dave, their Center and Wally the Guard on Dave's other side were inspired and tried to match Ed's ferocity but they couldn't match his strength. Ed gradually took the opponent's offensive line apart. He slammed them down again and again and soon he'd broken their spirit. The game turned in their favor and once the clock ran out they were the new State Champions. The team went nuts and for once his coach patted him on the back and congratulated him.

When the teams went out onto the field to shake hands none of the opposing team would shake Ed's hand. His teammates took exception to this and words were said and it got a little ugly until the coach got them off the field and back into the locker room.

"Jesus, did you get a burr under your saddle Mister Ed?" the coach asked. That drew a lot of laughs from the guys. Then Mark stood up.

"Before the game Ed was mad at himself for something stupid so I told him to use that anger in the game. Looks like it worked." He smiled at his friends and they rose up to pat him on the back for his brilliant leadership. No one saw Ed's look of surprise at his words except Mark.

Later the quarterback found him. "You feel better now, right?"

Ed had to agree so he nodded.

"Listen there's going to be a party at my place later tonight starting at 10pm. Attendance is mandatory for the team so be there! And really, thank you, you were awesome out there tonight!" Mark said with a huge grin clapping him on the arm.

Ed felt better and promised Mark he'd come to the party.

When he got home he struggled to find something to wear. He didn't have a lot of clothes and he understood that he had to look nice. The only nice pants he had were the dark blue jeans Grace bought for him but he felt they accentuated his issue rather than hid it.

Still, Mark said that the party was for the team so he assumed that's who would be attending. They were already aware of his shame so it shouldn't be an issue to wear the jeans.

He pulled on some socks, then the jeans and yanked on a clean black t-shirt and his one black, button down short sleeve dress shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He felt so weird with the jeans showing off what he wanted so desperately to keep hidden. With the dress shirt untucked the ends almost disguised him. He sighed. Luckily his sister was still at work. He didn't want her seeing him like this.

He knew there would be drinking so he left his beat up old pickup at home and took the bus across town to the edge of a very affluent neighborhood. He had to walk quite a distance from the bus stop to Mark's place as he realized the distances between the driveways was huge. He watched for #12 and as he walked a police car stopped in front of him to ask where he was headed. Once he identified himself and who he was going to see and why, the police were friendly again. He was even congratulated on his aggressive play during the game. He thanked them and they moved on.

Mark's house, a mansion really, was set back quite a ways from the road. Ed walked up the long drive and saw many of his teammates had driven to the party. He shook his head as he could already faintly hear the pounding beat of music. They'd be drinking for sure.

He finally reached the front door and pressed the doorbell. Moments later the door opened and he was looking into the blue eyes of one of the prettiest women he'd ever met. She was tall and had red hair cascading down over her shoulders and framing her very impressive cleavage. He realized he was staring with his mouth open so he tore his eyes away in embarrassment and looked back up to her smiling eyes. She knew where his eyes had been and she'd enjoyed his appreciation.

"You must be Edward Walters. Please come in!" she said in a wonderfully smooth voice. As she stepped back and he stepped in she held out her hand and he took it in his. Her hand felt so soft!

"I'm Rachel Thompson, Mark's mother. You were very impressive out there on the field tonight! So aggressive! You protected Mark very well!" she said placing her other hand on his large bicep with a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you," he mumbled, completely dazzled by her beauty. He thought she might be in her mid-forties but she looked incredible! And that cleavage kept drawing his eyes.

Then he felt it.

He was starting to grow. He subtly moved one hand down to the bottom of his shirt as if he was just straightening the fabric but he saw her glanced down catching what he was doing. Her smile grew sultrier.

Mark came to his rescue as his face grew hot with a blush.

"Mom! Can't you see my bro here needs a brew! Come on Mister Ed! Oops! Sorry Ed!" He was slurring just a little. Mark had begun celebrating early.

"It was very nice meeting you," Ed said politely to Rachel as he was dragged away. He felt her eyes on his ass the entire way into the back room.

A cheer went up when Mark led him into the large family room at the back of the house. Mark went to Reggie and was handed some money. "I told you he'd show up! Get that man a beer!"

Ed didn't drink but the entire team was holding those red plastic cups so he took the one offered to him and drank to the toast Mark bellowed out. The team responded in like and he smiled shyly. That's when he noticed how many ladies were in attendance. Most of the team had brought their girlfriends. Some of those girlfriends had invited along their friends. Ed lost count of how many people were in the family room but they spilled out into the adjoining kitchen and a large dining room beyond that had been cleared and turned into a dance floor. That's where the driving beat was coming from.

He finished the beer and another was placed in his hand and more toasts were raised.

Ed lost count of the toasts he had raised his glass to and he was feeling a little tipsy as he wasn't a drinker. He found himself a spot on the sofa and relaxed.

A few minutes later Reggie was slapping his shoulder to wake him.

"Ed! Wake up, man! Someone wants to see you downstairs, man! Wake up!"

"Wha-? Right, ok! Where?" Ed struggled to get his head to focus.

Reggie turned away and seemed to be snorting or sneezing. He turned back. "Just follow me, ok?"

"Sure."

They left the family room and made their way through the dining room and the crowd of people on the dance floor. Ed's head was still spinning but he swore every girl he passed rubbed up against him. He was starting to swell down there but luckily the lights had dimmed considerably. As they came out the other side of the dancers Ed was face to face with Rachel once more and he smiled shyly at her as he squeezed past her. Again he felt something stroke across his groin but he failed to see her eyes widen in surprise or how she began to follow them down the hall to the stairs to the basement.

Ed was grateful the fabric of his pants stretched as he was seriously hardening in his pant leg.

Reggie led Ed to a door and gestured for him to enter. Ed looked at him then opened the door and entered. The light was pretty dim inside but he could make out the shape of someone sitting on a couch on the other side of the room. The person held out their hand to get him to approach. He did and saw it was Melanie. He immediately felt a blush on his cheeks and was grateful for the dim lighting from a number of small LED candles. He turned back to the young woman.

"Hi Melanie! Enjoying the party?" he struggled to not sound like an idiot.

"Sit with me Ed," she said. He did and she slid closer.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Yes," he croaked after a second of hesitation.

"I like you too. I'd like to kiss you. May I?"

Ed was too stunned to speak so he just nodded.

Melanie was suddenly pressed against his body thrusting her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his lips. He put his hands on her back and she moaned loudly and attacked his mouth more aggressively. He was starting to feel like his face was being licked by a dog, she was so sloppy. He had no experience with kissing but he knew it shouldn't be like this.

She crawled onto his lap and the pressure on his groin sent his erection into overdrive. She moaned as she felt the bulge under her leg.

Ed was seriously starting to feel dizzy and he needed fresh air. He lifted Melanie off of his lap and stood up. He missed that she'd undone his pants so he was totally unprepared when she yanked them down from her position on the couch behind him. The lights suddenly came on and there were at least twenty people crowded into the room looking at him standing next to the couch naked from the waist down.

At first everyone was frozen in shock.

Then there was an absolute explosion of laughter, gasps, swearing, and a few screams from some ladies. He heard the term 'freak' and 'monster' multiple times from both male and female voices. Ed bent down and pulled his pants up but he could no longer fit his cock inside them. His shame. The reason they refer to him as a horse. Ten inches of cock when erect which it currently was and an intimidating thickness.

He did his best to force it back under cover and had to settle with closing his dress shirt over the length that rose above the waistband of his jeans. He surged forward and the group parted quickly until he was facing Rachel. He stopped suddenly and looked at her flushed expression. She'd seen him as well so his embarrassment was complete. Her eyes were wild and she seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"You- you'd better leave," was all she could say and he rushed past her and fled the house. He ran down the long driveway, through the long street to the bus stop and kept going. He was gasping and wheezing by the time he got home. He caught his breath on the front steps cursing himself, then pushed into the house.

"Hey Ed! You're home early," Grace said from the living room. She felt bad for how she'd left him last night so she got up to give him a hug. He pulled back when he saw her approach and rushed downstairs. "Ed? What's wrong?" she called after him. Grace walked down the stairs into the basement and saw his door was closed. She knocked.

"Don't come in! I'm not decent!" he yelled from the other side.

She listened and she could hear what sounded like crying. "Ed? Please let me in."

"NO! Stay out! I- I'm not DECENT! Please- please just leave me alone," he said roughly.

Grace was worried about her brother. He was such an innocent. "What did they do, Ed?"

"Please- just let it go and let me sleep," a trembling voice came through the door.

Grace wanted to punish someone for hurting her little brother. She would find out what they had done. She would get to the bottom of this. No one got away with hurting Ed. No one!

Chapter 4

Sleep came very slowly for Ed so he was jolted out of an exhausted slumber when Shirley slapped him awake in the middle of the night.

"Ow! What?"

"I'm hurting so bad. I need a massage. Now!" she whined. He could smell the whisky on her breath. No doubt with a Percocet chaser. The pain must be bad as she rarely climbed down the stairs into the basement. He'd have to carry her back to her room.

Ed sat up and got out of bed and prepared to lift her. Instead Shirley immediately laid down in his place. She allowed herself a secret moment to just absorb the feeling of his body heat from the mattress and his masculine scent on the sheets. Because of his size and weight they'd bought him a decent quality pillow top mattress years ago from a guy with a truck who had 'found' some mattresses.

"My back hurts so much!" she moaned.

He was still partially asleep so he started to rub her back through her nightie but she cursed at him and told him to remove it. She struggled to lift herself enough for him to lift up the nightie but he accidentally brushed the sides of her large breast as he pulled the garment up. His cock immediately woke up and he cursed under his breath. He got her nightie off but he couldn't see how hard Shirley's nipples had become from his touch.

He put his hands on her back and began his deep muscle massage routine he had developed for her. She whimpered and moaned and cooed under his strong hands and his cock got harder and more sensitive the more he touched the woman's body. He had to sweep her ass length wavy brown hair from side to side so he could work unimpeded as he crossed her back. The ends of her hair tickled across her ass cheeks and she trembled with need. It had been a long time since she'd felt an intimate sexual touch of a man. The d**gs in her system blunted the fact that the man touching her was related to her.

The pain shot through her again from her upper shoulders. She'd been struck in the spine just between the shoulder blades by a piece of suspended equipment being moved through the factory floor. That had been years before but her body had never recovered. The medical coverage was barely enough to cover the painkillers and she hadn't been able to afford chiropractic care. It wasn't in her health plan.

Ed was massaging on automatic as his sleepy brain dragged him back down. In his mind he was going over the material he'd read on spinal alignment. The body was just another machine to be repaired. He ran his thumbs up both sides of her spine and every time he felt a misalignment he'd push one side or the other or sometimes both. Her spine popped and creaked and Shirley was too stunned to speak. She was terrified at what he was doing but she couldn't speak as the relief after every pop was immense. He reached the point where the main injury had taken place and there was a major misalignment. Before she could even squeak in protest he pressed hard and there was a loud crack. The intensity caused Shirley to pass out. Ed's hands continued up on autopilot until he was sure every vertebrae was straight. He ran his thumbs back down her spine and everything felt right. His hands were on her ass and suddenly he was kneading them. His cock got harder and harder until it was tenting his baggy shorts badly. He frowned and woke up again realizing he'd pulled Shirley's panties down and he was rubbing her deep in the cleft of her ass. Her hips were rolling and she was moaning.

Shirley resurfaced with the most delicious feelings coming from down below. Then she realized she wasn't in pain any more. None. It was completely gone. The delicious feelings were going away as Ed was realizing what he was doing. She was so close to having an orgasm and she hadn't had one in years. A decade at least!

"That's helping make my pain go away! Keep doing that!" she growled desperately.

Ed's hands twitched at the sound of her voice but they went back to squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks almost down to her pussy. She began to moan again but it sounded a little more frantic now. She exhaled noisily and her whole body shook. He throbbed painfully.

Shirley gasped and panted through her explosive orgasm and when it had finally subsided she felt something pressing against her leg. She sat up and realized she still didn't feel any pain. She looked down and saw the enormous bulge in Ed's shorts.

"What the fuck is that?" she gasped.

"Nothing," he mumbled, looking away.

"You dirty boy! Did you get a boner when you gave me a massage?" she hissed, not able to tear her eyes away.

"I'm sorry. I- I couldn't stop it."

"Take those off!" she said pointing to his shorts.

Ed's eyes shot up to look at her flustered and reddened face which he mistook for anger. He slid his shorts down and his cock bounced free.

Shirley gasped once more when it was exposed and she grabbed it with both hands. Ed gasped.

"You dirty, dirty boy! Getting a boner for your Aunt Shirley!" She was growling angrily but her hands were squeezing and stroking up and down.

Ed leaned back to pull away from her touch but she just started to stroke him faster in her tight grip. The sensations were flooding Ed's mind and he moaned and shuddered as pleasure shot through him.

"You were thinking all kinds of nasty things about your Aunt Shirley weren't you!" she said in a breathy voice, her eyes locked on her hands pumping his cock so quickly now.

"Wait! Some- something's happening... stop, I- oh! I can't hold it-" Ed desperately tried to get Shirley to stop but she just went faster and used one hand to rapidly stroke the top three inches and the head.

"OH FU-" Ed began to yell before Shirley slapped a hand over his mouth.

Ed's mind whited out as stream after stream of cum exploded from him to splash over Shirley's face, chin, neck and chest. When he came back to his senses he was leaning back on his elbows breathing hard. He looked at Shirley and saw she was covered in his cum but she was no longer holding his cock. Her mouth was open and she was trembling but he couldn't read her expression. He thought she might just begin to scream at him but instead her voice was low and smooth.

"You are a wicked and dirty boy. Look what you've done to me!" She smeared her fingers in the cum and rubbed it on her neck and chest. He wasn't sure how that was making it less of a mess but her glassy eyes never left his. "I have to go clean up now. I want you to think about how wicked you were. How you are going to make it up to me. Such a dirty boy!"

"I'm sorry-" he began.

"No! I don't want to talk about it. You won't speak a word of this... wicked act to anyone. Do you hear me?" Shirley hissed quietly.

"Yes."

Shirley stood up and wobbled a little. She wasn't used to walking without being hunched over and her orgasm was still with her. With her back to Ed she stroked a finger through a streak of his cum and raised it to her lips and inside. She shivered at the taste as it brought back memories of the incredible sex she used to have. She left Ed's bedroom with a final stern look back at him.

Ed was so distraught over what he'd just done he failed to realize that Shirley was able to walk all the way back to her room upstairs by herself.

Chapter 5

School the next day was a special kind of torture for Ed. News of his 'big reveal' had raced around the school populace so everyone seemed to be looking at him differently. The only saving grace was that not one of the people who'd been in that room had taken a picture. Some had their phones out but were too stunned to act in time.

The 'Mister Ed' nickname was being excessively overused, even by students he didn't know. He endured this all day and by the last class he just wanted to get through it and go home. He saw Mrs. Dmitrov, his chemistry teacher, staring at him repeatedly during the class.

Near the end of the period she handed back a test they'd recently had and he saw he'd gotten a D, which in her class was a borderline failure. He saw she'd written instructions at the top of the page for him to stay after class to discuss the grade. She'd done this to a number of other students and afterwards there was always a vacant desk the following day. He needed the grade to graduate. Having to take a summer course to get the credit would screw up the job he'd gotten lined up for himself. A job he couldn't afford to lose.

The bell rang and the students rushed out of the room as he packed up. He left the test and his chemistry notes out.

Mrs. Dmitrov never smiled and her thick Eastern Europe accent made her class especially difficult for many students. Generally most people were uneasy around her. Students were scared because she held their future in her cold, uncaring hands. Other teachers disliked her because she never fraternized with them and treated them with disinterest. She was smarter than everyone else in the school and no one else seemed to be worth the effort to get to know.

She had greying brown hair, always pulled back in a severe bun and she wore plain black framed glasses over her brown eyes. She dressed in brown and green almost every day. She didn't wear any jewellery or makeup. She smelled like non-perfumed soap. She stood 5' 10" in flat shoes and while no one would call her beautiful she wasn't ugly so much as plain. While she did appear to have large breasts, her large framed body was uniformly thick so if she had curves they were hidden under her drab clothes.

She looked up from writing something and gestured for him to come to the front of the class next to her desk. It was situated to the left side of the blackboard next to the windows. When he arrived she pointed to the spare chair next to the desk and he sat with his stuff on his lap.

She glanced at his test. "You are failing my class."

"I really need this grade. Are there any assignments I can do, any make up tests available?" he said with worry in his tone.

"What is difficult in my lessons for you?" she asked.

"I had trouble with the last section and I'm worried about the next one," he said honestly.

Just the smallest hint of a smile appeared on her lips. "You read next section? Good. You get seventy five in next section, you will pass."

"Seventy five?" he gasped. "I've been getting sixties in your class so far. How am I going to get seventy five?

"I could tutor you but not for free," she said, staring at him intently.

Ed's heart dropped. "I have no money."

A look of distaste passed over her features and she waved his words aside. "First I must know the truth."

He looked blankly at her.

"There is a rumor I overhear two teachers repeating today. You were at football party?" she seemed nervous and Ed had never seen that on her before. Then he blushed as her words sunk in. Her eyes lit up.

"You are aware of rumor. Is true? You are big?" Her accent was getting thicker with her nervousness.

"Uh, I'm not comfortable talking about this-" he croaked before she interrupted.

"If I do not tutor you, how will you pass my class?" she pressed, her eyes locked on his.

He looked at her and realized he had no choice. He nodded.

"Is true?"

He hesitated then nodded again, his blush racing across his face.

She held out her hand for his notebook and she quickly went over his notes. "Yes, you are grasping basics. I can work with this. You will come to my house tomorrow at 1PM for three hours. Yes?"

Tomorrow was Saturday. He had the early shift at the home center, 7AM until noon so he could work that in. He nodded and she handed him his notes back with a slip of paper. He saw a map drawn on the paper.

"Map to get to my place. Do not be late, bring your text and notes, and be ready to study! I do not do this for anyone else so you cannot mention it to anyone. Understood?"

He nodded.

She looked back to her work and he was obviously dismissed. He got up and left the school as quickly as he could.

Chapter 6

Grace drove home thinking about how much better today had been than the day before. Still not wonderful but showing promise at least. She recalled how surprised she'd been when she was immediately called into Mr. Chambers' office when she'd first arrived. He was store manager and the administration offices were definitely buzzing as she passed through them. She knocked and heard his voice calling out for her to enter. She stepped inside.

"You sent for me, Mr. Chambers?" she asked.

"Yes, please, have a seat," the white haired older man said gesturing to the chairs across from his desk.

Once she was sitting he got right to the point. He was direct like that and the staff all appreciated that.

"Frank Gorely has been fired. Effective immediately."

She couldn't stop the smile from leaking onto her face.

"From your expression this isn't unhappy news to you," he said.

"No, it isn't," she agreed.

"So you weren't having an affair with him?" he asked bluntly.

"God no! He was disgusting!" she growled then reined in her anger.

The manager hit a button then flipped his monitor around to display the image of Frank's privates hanging in her car window.

"Your car? Your picture?"

"Yes, from his surprise visit in the parking lot last night as I was trying to go home. From his slurring I think he'd been drinking. He threatened my job if I didn't do something nice for him. I took some pictures then did something nice for me instead. I guess having a travel mug slammed down on his nuts didn't match his expectations."

That drew a smile from the man. "My question is this. Are you going to sue the company over this?"

"What? No! I can take care of myself as I proved last night. I told him to stay away from the women in the store. I sent him the picture as a warning to heed my words. I appreciate having a job. I just want to keep it. Your action in firing him certainly fulfills my need for justice," she blurted. She looked at the man. "How did you get the emailed image?"

"His own policy backfired on him. He implemented a mail filter on all company email to copy any messages containing 'pornographic images' and certain offensive words to a special HR inbox. Your message to him contained both so the first HR staff to arrive this morning got an eyeful of their bosses... parts. Frank is in the hospital recovering from emergency surgery last night. Seems he had a little accident. I doubt he will press charges considering what he was doing when the 'accident' occurred."

She nodded with a smile.

"Alright then. I formally offer you my apology for having to deal with Frank Gorely and my thanks for giving us the means to expediently remove him from the company." Mr. Chambers stood up and held out his hand. Grace stood and shook the offered hand. She understood the meeting was over. He walked her over to his door and the staff saw they were both smiling when she left to go back to her cashier's desk. She saw a few thumbs up on her way back.

When she got back to her desk after lunch she saw every station had a bright and shiny metal travel mug perched atop it. News of her dirty deed had passed quickly and for the rest of the day she had been accepting thanks from many of the women in the office.

She felt kind of warm and fuzzy about it on her drive home but that hadn't added any extra money into their account. She had to keep in mind that she still had a job. And Frank's job was gone, like his testicle.

Chapter 7

Friday night was pizza night. They had coupons which would get them one large pizza with one topping for half price. Ed would make salad and that was enough.

For the first time in a long time Shirley was sitting at the kitchen table with them. She still had her whisky but she was sitting in a chair.

Grace was looking at her in shock. Just yesterday Shirley was drunk out of her mind and in agony. Today, she was just tipsy and only showing the occasional grimace as she moved her back.

"How are you feeling Mom?" she asked quietly.

"Like I'm finally on the road to recovery!" Shirley gushed.

"What happened?"

"Edward has magic hands," her mother replied.

Ed looked distinctly uncomfortable when Grace looked over at him.

"I was in so much pain last night that I climbed down all those stairs to his bedroom and woke him up to massage my back. He did something to my spine with his thumbs and it felt so much better afterwards. I think I'd feel even better if my damn mattress wasn't so worn out. I felt better than this when I went to sleep last night."

"Mom, we can't afford to get a new mattress for you," she said. Grace was remembering how upset Ed was when he got home last night. He'd been crying, she was sure. Typical that her mother would ignore his feelings and just demand he fix her... back. She looked at him as her eyes widened.

"Ed, did you fix Mom's back?"

He looked troubled. "I don't remember. I was pretty exhausted last night. I don't remember much." He glanced at Shirley.

"How much is a new mattress at your store? One with a pillow top!" Shirley blurted. Then she gave Ed a weird look and he looked away. Grace was lost. She had no idea what was going on.

"Even with my discount a basic mattress is at least $500 and the ones with pillow tops are all over $1000! Even a basic one would be a stretch on our budget!" Grace exclaimed. Shirley looked glum.

"But my back is sore after sleeping in my lumpy old bed," she whined.

"We can't afford it! OK?" Grace was starting to get angry again. It was always money! If she'd sued the store she might have gotten some money out of it but that would run out and then she'd still be in this stinking town but now with no job prospects.

Appetite gone she pushed back from the table. "I'm done in. Going to bed. See you in the morning," she grumbled as she left.

Shirley stood up. "I'm going too. Goodnight."

Ed looked at her back with relief. He was so worried she was going to say something about the previous night. Once she was out of the kitchen he cleaned up and packed the extra slices of pizza for Grace's lunch. His stomach rumbled as he put the pizza in the fridge. He squashed that down and helped himself to more salad. It wouldn't last another day. He washed the bowl when he was done and went to bed himself. He had the early shift so he might as well go to bed early.

Chapter 8

Sometime around 1AM he heard his bedroom door open and he looked over to see Shirley walking towards his bed. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes because he couldn't figure out what she was wearing. It seemed to flow around her body like smoke. He got glimpses of too much of her skin and he had to look away.

"Ed, my back is hurting. I need you to massage it again."

He crawled out of bed and saw her crawl in with a smile on her face. He looked down at her back in dismay as the gauzy fabric was so... transparent. She had a nice body though it was carrying too much weight in some key areas.

He touched her back and she hissed at him. "Under! You have to take it off!"

Again she struggled to lift herself as he tugged at the nightie and ended up touching her skin all up the sides of her body. When he reached the sides of her breasts she snapped her arms in trapping his hands against them.

"You tickled me!" she gasped.

"S-sorry!"

He carefully peeled back her nightie until her skin was exposed. He began his routine and once more she sighed, cooed, moaned and writhed as he worked the knots out of her back.

"Do the thumb thing!" she moaned.

He wasn't sure what she meant so he ran his thumbs over her shoulder blades. She groaned then shook her head.

"No! Along my spine!" Shirley growled impatiently.

Ed moved his thumbs to her spine and a memory surfaced. He closed his eyes and felt the memory take over and let his thumbs move up and up as the image of the text book flashed by in his mind. He did feel a few new misalignments but they were small. He popped them and moved on and Shirley gurgled her happiness as his thumbs reached the top and began their way back downwards. Her pain was gone once more!

His eyes were still closed and he was slipping into that semi-conscious state where he was most aware of his sense of touch.

Shirley's skin was soft under his hands, her flesh pliable, her body receptive to his touch. Her coos became more sensual as he moved lower and lower. He was kneading her flesh once more when he surfaced from his Zen state and she was on the brink of release. He squeezed extra hard in surprise when he realized what he was touching and she cried out as she came.

She panted and gasped until she could catch her breath. She spun suddenly and sure enough he was tenting his shorts again.

"I can't believe it! A boner for your Aunt Shirley again? You dirty boy! Take those off!" she demanded.

He looked down. "Please. I don't want to."

"After all I've done for you, you're going to be disobedient?" she gasped but smiled secretly when he looked away and tugged his shorts off.

She looked at his monstrous cock and shivered in delight. So thick! So long! So wicked!

Shirley grabbed it like she had the night before and felt the heat of it flowing into her hands. Oh god, she wanted to put it in her mouth then her pussy but it was too soon for that. He wasn't ready.

She began to stroke him firmly and he leaned away from her again but she just kept up her efforts. It took much longer to get him to the edge tonight. She was beginning to break a sweat and her hands were getting tired. Still, her eyes were glassy with lust and her panting breaths matched his. She could feel him thickening in preparation for his orgasm so she moved her hand to the top again and over stimulated the thick purple head. He cried out and his come burst forth over her face and down her chest as she directed the jets.

There was more than the night before! Some had shot straight into her open mouth. She savored it as she looked at his perspiring face. His eyes opened and he froze when he saw what he had done, again.

"Oh god! I'm sorry!" he gushed but he noticed she wasn't looking angry like the night before. He was so confused. She- she liked this?

"Wicked boy! What am I going to do with you!" she breathed. She slid a finger down her cheek towards her mouth and sucked the digit clean as he watched incredulous.

She stood and slowly walked out of his room as he flopped back on the mattress. His brain spun and spun until exhaustion took him.

Chapter 9

The morning shift at the home center had been brutal. They'd gotten a shipment of patio stones in and he and one other worker had to move them from the truck to the outdoor garden center. There was no room for the stones so they had to move ten pallets worth of bags of crushed gravel to make a spot.

His muscles twitched from the workout and he was a sweaty mess. He wished he had time to shower before going to his tutoring but his instructions were not to be late. He drove quite a distance out of town and found her small farm house off the highway. The location matched the map directions so he drove up the long straight lane between the trees and parked beside the house. Glancing at the dash clock he saw it was 1:07PM. He grabbed his backpack and rushed up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

The door yanked open and Mrs. Dmitrov was standing there looking angry and a little frantic. She pushed the screen door open. "YOU ARE LATE!" she yelled. Her bottom lip trembled slightly and her eyes were a little red like she might have been crying.

"I'm sorry. There was a surprise shipment we had to move. Sorry I'm so sweaty!" he stumbled through his apology. He entered the house and she pushed the door closed.

She froze as she took in his sweat stained shirt and the sheen on his skin. She moved closer and he saw her nostrils flare as she smelled the saltiness of his sweat and the heat coming from his overworked muscles.

"Put your bag down and take off your jacket!" she barked.

He dropped the bag by the wall and yanked his jacket off. He turned and hung it on a hook.

Suddenly she was pressed up against his back and her arms were under his arms and around his chest. She pressed her face into his sweaty t-shirt and breathed in deeply.

"Mrs. Dmitrov!" he gasped as she ran her hands over his broad chest muscles.

"Nina. You will call me Nina but only in this house," she insisted.

Her hands were sliding lower and he was starting to react to her touch and the feel of her breasts crushed against his back. He froze as he recalled her words the day before. She wanted to know if he was big. Her hands were about to find out.

"What- what about the tutoring?" he stuttered.

"There is time for that later. Now I must know if you were telling the truth!" She undid his belt, button and zipper. Then her hands were inside his pants.

Ed gasped as her hands reached the root of his swelling cock. It was trapped pointing down in his pant leg. She couldn't extract it so she made a sound of frustration and slid his pants down as she knelt behind him. He sprung free and she looked around his legs to see it.

"Ahhh... Oh god! Is true! It has been so long!" she moaned as she delicately ran her hands over his stiffening flesh. Her face was pressed against his butt and he felt her kissing his sweaty skin as she stroked him to full size. Her hands gently hefted his heavy balls in her palm. "You have much cum for me," she whispered. It felt like she wasn't talking so much to him as to his testicles.

"Mrs- Nina! Please! What are you doing?"

She released his cock and stood up behind him. She stepped back and he turned to face her with his cock hidden behind one of his arms.

"Do not hide yourself. Not from me," Nina said as she looked down.

Reluctantly he pulled his hand away and his cock bobbed before her.

"It has been many years since I have seen one so large. My husband was large too but he died in war in my home country before I fled to the States. I want you to make me feel like I did when I was with him." At Ed's confused look she took his hand and began to pull him to the living room. He had to kick off his boots and step out of his pants and socks to keep from tripping but he followed her. He quickly looked around. Not much in the way of furnishings or personal touches. Very functional but that was about it. He turned his attention back to her.

"My husband was not a gentle man. He had coarse desires and took his pleasure. I was young and inexperienced but he brought me such pleasure by taking his own from my body. It has been years since I lost him. I wish to feel that again. You will do this."

"I've never... done that," he admitted with a blush.

She stepped up to him and looked him in the eye. "You will not fail my class if you do not fail me here. I will teach you chemistry and I will teach you how I wish to be used. Not all women enjoy it as I do." She paused as she thought about that last statement. "Most do not, but I do. You will do this."

It wasn't really said like a question but Ed felt compelled to nod anyway. He didn't have a choice as he needed the course credit.

"Good. First thing. His touch was not gentle. He gripped, squeezed, and pulled at my flesh strongly. He used my mouth, my vagina, and my ass for the pleasure of his cock as his mood desired. He slapped my ass when he fucked me. His favorite position was to take me from behind. He did not wait for my pleasure but I found it anyway. Is this understood?"

He stared at the woman whose expression was stern but her eyes were silently begging him. He nodded. He pulled off his shirt then pointed to hers.

"NO! You must take it!" she barked. He hesitated then reached over and gripped the bottom of her blouse and pulled it roughly up over her head. He was feeling a little panicked about this but her eyes were closed and her mouth had a little smile in the corners. He looked at her large, heavy tits bulging out of her ugly tan colored bra. He put his hands on them and squeezed. He watched her expression closely and saw she was beginning to frown as he caressed the soft fabric encased orbs. He yanked the cups upwards exposing her flesh and she gasped. He moved his hands to her skin and squeezed again. He tightened his grip until he saw her face show the first signs of enjoyment. Ed took her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them tightly and she moaned. He pulled them and she whimpered but made no move to stop him. He spun her in place and undid her bra and tugged it off. Then he pulled her back against his chest so he could get his hands on her tits again. They filled his hands so he dug his fingers in and she laid her head back against his shoulder and placed her hands over his as she trembled. He plucked at her nipples giving them little tugs and she made mewling sounds but ground her ass back against him.

He unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down as he knelt behind her. Her ass was huge from this vantage point. It was wide and soft and covered by ugly tan colored panties. He grabbed the waist band and pulled them down after her pants.

Filling his hands with her ass flesh he squeezed and parted her cheeks. He was grateful she kept herself clean as it would have been very unpleasant otherwise considering how close he was. He stood and forced her to bend over the arm of the couch. This put her ass up in the air like she was prepared for a spanking. She said she liked that so...

SLAP!

She cried out and looked back with glassy eyes. He slapped the other cheek and she cried out again. He was beginning to smell a scent he suddenly recognized. Shirley smelled like this when he massaged her ass.

He parted her red cheeks and saw her swollen pussy lips. He stroked a finger across them then pinched her pussy lips together and rolled them together between his fingers.

"Ahhh! Fuu- ahhh!" Nina gasped.

Ed pushed his finger into her pussy and discovered where her channel was. She had flaps of skin covering her opening and pulling on them made her jump and twitch. At the top of her opening was a stiff, protruding bud of flesh that seemed very sensitive. He spanked it gently and she began to squeal. Her pussy began to drip and her scent got stronger. He watched her asshole winking at him as he spanked her. It seemed to be going through spasms and that was fascinating to see.

Ed's cock felt like it might break off from being so hard. He stood up and moved the head to her opening and pushed it against her. He felt his dry skin sticking to her. He needed to wet it. He walked around to her head and knelt in front of her on the couch. He undid her hair bun and her hair dropped to her shoulders. He gathered it up in his fist and pulled her head towards his cock. She looked up at him and he pressed the head against her lips but she just looked up at him in trembling defiance. He leaned over her body and slapped her butt cheeks hard. It was amazing to see her flesh wobble and shake but soon he felt her running her tongue along the side of his cock. He pulled back and got a grip on her hair again. H