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Dwayne's big opportunity came about ten minutes later. Coach took a phone call, and things changed quickly. Blowing his whistle, he shouted, "Awright, we're cutting it short -- I've got an emergency! I'm leaving now; you guys hit the showers and head home! Will somebody..."

"I got it, Coach!" Dwayne yelled, "Toss me the keys!" Coach did so, and Dwayne found himself the temporary owner of the gym... Yeah, this ought to work...

Everybody but Dwayne headed for the locker room; Dwayne climbed the bleachers. "I have to lock up..."

"Oh, boy!" Darla Jean simpered, "Does that mean I get to see the boys' locker room?"

Mary giggled, and Dwayne rocked like he'd been punched, "Uh, yeah..."

"Well, I'll wait until you get 'em all out of here, first..."

"Yeah. Sounds good..." Dwayne wandered off, kind of dazed. Was it going to be that easy?

"You're not gonna... ?" Mary asked, scandalized.

"Why not? Cheerleaders do..."

"Ummm." Mary absorbed this. "It's pretty quick..."

"... Which is not a bad thing," Darla Jean insisted.

"If you say so," Mary mused. "Let me know about the facilities -- maybe I can get Rob to volunteer to lock up some time..."

"Sure," Darla Jean agreed. "You two could stay tonight -- but it might inhibit everybody..."

"Yeah..." Mary gave it serious thought, nonetheless.

But Rob resolved it by being among the first out, collecting Mary and heading out the door. "Keep an eye on those guys, Dwayne, or one of them will do something stupid you'll have to pay for!"

"Yeah," Dwayne replied, then his eyes lit. "Right! Okay, you guys, no horse play -- get in and get out!" Given adequate excuse, Dwayne spent the next twenty minutes badgering his teammates to get showered and out the door. Finally, it appeared that he'd been successful; everyone was out the door and he had it locked. Darla Jean descended the bleachers, and Dwayne found himself stuck for a not-too-obvious ploy to get things headed the way he felt they should be headed.

Darla Jean shrugged. "The grand tour, I guess. You can show me how the other half lives..." She punctuated it with a smirk.

"Okay." Dwayne got in close while he showed her lockers and benches, showers and urinals. "It's not that remarkable..."

"Maybe," Darla Jean mused, eyeing a urinal. "How on earth do you hit those things?"

"Some of us don't," Dwayne grinned, only to watch Darla Jean's nose wrinkle in distaste -- probably not the fast lane into her pants...

"Kind of rank in here," she remarked.

"Well, the place sees a lot of heat, damp, and sweat. I'm kinda rank, for that matter, since I haven't showered yet..."

Darla Jean leaned in to take a sniff, groping his arm. "Well, you don't smell too bad, but you're sticky. Why don't you go ahead and shower?"

Dwayne blinked. This could be the blow-off -- or maybe not... "What'll you do?"

"Oh, I'll hang out. I'm sure I can find a way to keep myself amused," Darla Jean announced confidently. "Just go about your normal routine -- pretend the place is full of boys and I'm not here..."

"Okay." Dwayne cautiously cracked open his locker and plopped on the wooden bench that ran the distance between the rows. As he worked at his gym shoes, he asked, "So, is this any different from the girls' locker room?"

"Well, there aren't any urinals," Darla Jean replied, grinning. "We get more stalls." She looked around. "It's kind of mirror image, so there'd be a big sanitary pad dispenser over there..." Both of them chuckled while Dwayne got out of his shirt. Next, he stood up, reached for the waistband of his shorts -- and stopped, dead. "What's the matter?" Darla Jean asked.

"Ummm, next I'd shuck out of my shorts and go collect a towel on the way to the showers," Dwayne related, reddening.

Darla Jean shrugged, "Okay..."

The pair eyed one another for a moment, then Dwayne went ahead, covering his embarrassment with, "Do the girls run around naked, too?"

"Some of them," Darla Jean replied distractedly. Dwayne's cock was already stiff and swollen, it's pinkish-purple tip mostly exposed beyond his foreskin. It was only the second one Darla Jean had actually laid eyes on, since her dance with Randall had been mostly in the dark. It seemed to be okay; she had no benchmarks, after all. In some ways, it seemed huge -- but then, it approximated the size of some vibrators she'd seen... "It's certainly not frowned upon. But some of the girls are too embarrassed..."

"And you?" Given Darla Jean's reaction, Dwayne overcame the urge to attempt to fig leaf himself on the way to the towel stack.

Darla Jean followed, eyeing his buns. Yeah, they were cute... "I started out that way -- but you're naked in the shower, anyway... I got used to it."

"Well, there are no guys, after all..."

"Yeah, that would change things..." Darla Jean's mouth was on autopilot while she took Dwayne in. He had nice muscles; maybe she ought to back off and entertain the idea of taking him seriously? "Have you guys had girls in here?"

"Well, a couple of times," Dwayne admitted, deliberately turning to present Darla Jean a profile that included his jutting cock. "It isn't supposed to happen, but it has. I imagine guys react differently to girls in the room than vice-versa."

"You don't get embarrassed?"

"Well, yeah, but it's an opportunity, not a reason to run screaming..."

Darla Jean giggled, "Well, it's kind of a fox in the henhouse thing."

"Yeah. On the other hand, when a girl comes HERE, it's kind of an act of bravery..." He shrugged -- was this the way to go? It'd either make it a lock, or kill it... "Assumptions get made..." Reluctantly, he entered the open shower room and turned on the water at the head opposite the entrance.

"Cheerleaders come in here, don't they?" Darla Jean countered. "That's innocent, isn't it?"

"For a couple of seconds, after a game," Dwayne returned. "We usually keep it reined in for that. But that's not always innocent, either..."

"So I've heard..."

"Damn!"

"What?"

"I forgot my shampoo!" Dwayne was thoroughly soaked, too; dealing with Darla Jean's presence had rattled him a bit.

"I'll get it. In your locker, right?"

"Yeah." Dwayne stood there, wondering what was in there that he didn't want her to see...

Dandruff shampoo. Well, he was a boy -- did she expect him to use some beauty treatment? Darla Jean headed back toward the showers. Awful wet in there... Darla Jean grinned to herself and snatched the pink midriff top over her head, revealing her somewhat thin white bra. Jeans, too? No, he could fight his way through them. She stepped out of her sandals at the door of the shower room, and advanced on Dwayne, "Here."

"Huh?" There she stood -- in her bra! Somewhere, somehow, Dwayne had done SOMETHING right! He took the tube of shampoo and muttered, "Your jeans are getting wet."

"Yeah." Darla Jean turned and sashayed back through the door.

"You probably should have worn your sandals, too."

"They're leather."

Dwayne nodded and busied himself lathering up, watching Darla Jean from the corner of his eye. This was pretty amazing... Had Darla Jean jumped straight from the freezer to Bang Nation? It sure looked like it... He hurried on with the shower; the LAST thing he wanted was for her to get impatient and bail! As it was, his cock would probably poke straight through the tile shower wall, undamaged, if he tried...

In the meantime, Darla Jean, deciding that she was fully committed, started working her way out of her jeans -- they WERE wet, after all... Tossing them on a bench, she discovered Dwayne was turning off the water, so she walked back in and collected his towel from the wall hook, meeting him halfway. Dwayne took it and rubbed out his hair; Darla Jean seemed happy to stand there and look at his meat (Dwayne took a glance from under the towel)... By the time he finished with his hair and started working on his arms and shoulders, she was coolly surveying his chest, provoking a grin. As he flipped the towel over his back, she murmured, "Turn around -- I'll get that..."

The voice was steady, but the hands that held the towel shook. This was the bravest thing Darla Jean had ever done, by several orders of magnitude! She was absolutely amazed at herself as she toweled his back, then moved down over that ass and squatted to work the backs of his thighs and calves. "It's wet in here -- let's go back into the locker room..."

Dwayne was just dumbfounded! If this wasn't Bang Nation action, it was right next door! 'Why' was the big question, but Dwayne wasn't going to ask it for fear that he'd jinx the whole thing... Darla Jean stopped him at the shower room door with a hand on his chest, then knelt with her face inches from his steely hard-on to dry his feet, one by one, having him step forward even more into her face in the process. Then she held her squat as she began working the towel up his legs, starting at the calves and moving to his thighs...

The next target was obvious; Dwayne hissed as a towel-buffered hand took his shaft and another began gently working his balls, "Easy!"

Darla Jean stopped. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, but it's... sensitive. Especially when it's hard." He paused a moment. "Have you ever..."

"Touched one?" Darla Jean grinned nervously. "Well, yeah..."

"Little kids don't count," Dwayne chided.

The towel hit the floor, but the hands didn't leave. "No, no, it was... good sized..." 'Bigger than this, actually, ' Darla Jean thought to herself, remembering the feel of Randall's rod. She bored in to examine her catch more closely.

"Have you ever... ?"

"Sucked one?" Darla Jean locked eyes with Dwayne to ensure she hadn't misunderstood. She hadn't. "Noooo..."

"Oh, okay..."

"But I'm not against it..." She leaned forward further, sniffing. Despite the recent shower, Dwayne's penis was a little... drippy... and it had a distinctive smell to it. Dwayne was evincing serious excitement as her hands slid along his shaft, too -- obviously, he was enjoying it...

Dwayne made his first overt move of the evening, reaching down to unsnap Darla Jean's bra. Darla Jean didn't complain; she slid the flimsy item off her arms, one at a time. The revealed breasts weren't exactly huge, but there were nipples there, and Dwayne hadn't exactly handled thousands... "Nice!" Darla Jean trapped his shaft between her wide lips and her extended tongue, sliding it along the underside, and Dwayne hissed, "That is, too!"

Darla Jean locked eyes with him and her wide lips engulfed the head of his penis. "Ooooohhhhh..." Dwayne moaned. "Aaaaaahhhhh..."

Darla Jean backed off. "Are you close?" she asked, concerned.

"Yeah, sorta..." He'd have blown in about five seconds; it was no time to lie about it.

"Will you be able to... go again?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! Definitely!" Was she kidding? He probably wouldn't go soft for another two times!

"Good." Darla Jean dove on him again, and Dwayne's knees started to jump from the tension right away.

"Look, I'm gonna shoot! If you ain't gonna swallow..."

Darla Jean just waved a hand dismissively. This was the main event! It was too late for nerves; now was the time to get in every experience she could!

"Okay, easy! No teeth! Just lips and tongue!" Dwayne was shading to bright red, and his breathing got heavy. Jeezus! Darla Jean's lips were MADE for this stuff! Wide, soft, full... "Awwwwww SHIIIIIIIIT!!!!!"

Darla Jean knew what was coming; Dwayne's penis had become impossibly harder. Nonetheless, the first pulse surprised her with its volume and texture. The flavor? Well, maybe it grew on you, but it wasn't an instant favorite; nonetheless, it was tolerable. Dwayne was hunched over, trying hard to override the instinct to bury himself in Darla Jean's throat, his face a rictus. "Uh, uh, uh," he grunted, in time to his spurts. The flow slowed to a dribble, and stopped; Dwayne gently pushed back on Darla Jean's shoulders, "It's too... sensitive..." he wheezed.

It was also still rock-hard in her hand. "Can we... ?"

"Yeah. On the bench? Want a towel?" Dwayne, released, dashed off to get a half-dozen. The blowjob had been incredible; if she was offering more, he'd be a total fuck-up not to show his appreciation! He draped three on the wood of the bench, then stacked two more for a pillow as Darla Jean stepped out of her panties and bent to dig in her purse. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Rubbers." Darla Jean waved one. "Neither of us wants problems down the line..." She seated herself straddling the bench and waved him over.

'Shit!' "Okay..." Dwayne moved himself into position to suffer the installation.

Darla Jean picked up the disappointment. "I don't like 'em, either. If it gets in the way too much, we'll pull it -- but then you have to shoot on my belly, okay?"

"Sure..." Couldn't beat that... He held still for the uncomfortable thing to be rolled on, then plopped astride the bench, "I wanna see!"

"Okay..." Darla Jean laid back, trying to figure out what to do with her legs.

"Gimme." Dwayne took the backs of her knees on his upper arms, then pushed them up to his shoulders while he leaned in to examine her closely. Was he up for eating pussy? Well, maybe. He'd finger her pie first, though... Darla Jean had thin, kind of droopy lips on her snatch, but they seemed to pull at his finger as he played it around in the pink valley beneath. He felt back upward toward her pubic bone where her clit should be and, yeah, there it was -- a pretty good-sized one, too!

"OOoohhhh!!" Darla Jean moaned as Dwayne rolled the tip of his finger over her bundle of nerves. She was in a room full of the smell of male musk and sex, with the taste of cum in her mouth and a boy's fingers dancing on her clit -- this went 'way beyond excitement! "It's okay -- I'm wet! Put it in!"

Dwayne was as hard as he was every going to get, anyway -- the smell of wet pussy had him going wild! He scooted up, and holding his cock parallel to the bench with his thumb, started pushing it into Darla Jean's tight pussy. The rubber was a pain in the ass, but she was SOOOO hot that it was a good thing he had some reason not to shoot before he even got the thing buried. Her inner lips had sprung open, but the rubber kept dragging them back to snag on his shaft until he started holding them back with his thumbs. Finally, he was buried deep, and her natural lubrication defeated the rubber's resistance; he dropped her knees back onto his upper arms and began to stroke.

It was only seconds, though, before excitement pushed Darla Jean further, causing her to haul at him to get more action and institute a jittery dance of her hips. This was good, but she wanted more! Dwayne, who was trying to keep from blowing a load into the rubber before a minute had elapsed, was taking it relatively slowly and gently -- and while Darla Jean was gonna make it from this, it wasn't... urgent... enough to be fully satisfactory. "C'mon, Dwayne! Gimme!"

Dwayne picked up the pace, but he needn't have worried, for the moment. The dance Darla Jean was doing on the bench kept him from getting two strokes in the same spot! Between that and the rubber, the urgency backed off some. He tried to put more into his stroke, but Darla Jean's jouncing made it hard work just to hang on!

Darla Jean was pulling hard, trying to get that awful itch scratched; obviously, while she was gonna make it, Dwayne wasn't a perfect match -- Randall had done better tied down in a sleeping bag! She was working hard, surging and pulling, chasing her elusive completion when the sound of a pair of hands slowly clapping impinged on her consciousness, and a sarcastic voice announced, "Congratulations, Dwayne! I see Bang Nation has a new member!"

Darla Jean cranked her head back and Ted Phipps came into view. Ah, SHIT! All she needed was THAT bastard knowing too much! Too late... "Hey! Don't stop!"

Dwayne had halted at the intrusion, rising up to glare at Ted in consternation; Darla Jean started tugging at his hips and Ted grinned nastily, "Don't stop for me! Apparently the little schoolteacher is a hot number after all! In fact, I don't think you're givin' her enough, Man!" He waved urgently and Dwayne gave into the combined demands, resuming his stroke. Ted positioned himself beside Darla Jean's head, petting her cheek and querying mock-solicitously, "Are you getting enough, Sweetie?"

Darla Jean said nothing, merely watching Ted while she continued to fuck. Giving up the chase on this orgasm was something she would not do, voluntarily, but she had a pretty good idea where THIS was headed...

Ted confirmed her suspicions by unzipping his jeans and dropping them to his knees, presenting an already hard cock, "Here, Baby, I'll give you another toy to play with..."

"Jeezus, Ted!" Dwayne complained, puffing. This wasn't supposed to be a gang-bang... Better get his, too, before Darla Jean started screaming 'Rape!'

"Relax, Man, she wants the additional stimulation -- don't you, Honey?" He locked eyes with her, dragging his hard shaft across her wide lips.

Darla Jean weighed her options. She could bite the bastard, and scream rape, but she really, really wanted this orgasm. God knew whether Dwayne was going to last long enough to get her to one, and she really wanted more... Ted might be a sonofabitch, but he was bigger than Dwayne, for one thing -- and something else was running around in the back of her mind, something dark... Holding his eyes, she turned her head toward him to accommodate wrapping her lips around his glans as he moved it forward again.

"Ahhh, nice!" Ted exclaimed. "All this time I've been lookin' at them and I didn't recognize cocksucker's lips..." He put his hand behind her head so she couldn't escape and ran his cock in and out of her mouth a couple of times. "Good, but the angle is wrong. Gimme a minute..." He eyed the situation. "I know! Gimme a hand..." He put his hands under Darla Jean's armpits and dragged her over the end of the bench so that her head hung down, much to the irritation of both Darla Jean and Dwayne, who had to chase Darla Jean's pussy and reposition. "You won't need those towels like that, and I can kneel on them..." Ted shucked the rest of the way out of his jeans while Darla Jean struggled to find a way to hold her head up. "No, no! Not like that! Let your head drop!" he directed as he knelt up at the end of the bench on the towels that had been Darla Jean's pillow. "We're going to move straight to advanced cocksucking! I want a straight shot into that throat, Sweetie, or you won't graduate from Deep Throat 101..." He pulled her head down by her ears and started rubbing his leaking glans along her lips.

"Mm mm," Darla Jean refused, shaking her head. Damn him! Why couldn't he just settle for a blowjob?

"Ah ah ah!" Ted admonished, and grabbed Darla Jean's right nipple. "No fair holding out!" Bearing down, he pinched her nipple, HARD!

"Owwmmph!" Darla Jean's mouth opened for a scream, but what she got was a cock.

"That's better!" Ted approved unctuously. "Now, swallow when I hit your throat and it'll keep the gagging down. And breathe through your nose -- I'll try to see to it that you get an opportunity every once in a while. Don't worry if you have to puke -- we can just pop you in the shower, after..." In the meantime, he started jamming his cock toward the back of Darla Jean's throat. Darla Jean made to bite him, and he slapped her, "NO TEETH! If you bite me, bitch, I'll cut off both your tits!" Her hands came up to swat at him and he grabbed her wrists, leering, "You need to concentrate on Dwayne! The sooner you make Dwayne happy, the sooner I can get out of your throat and into your pussy! And I KNOW you'd rather have me in your pussy!" Ted started using Darla Jean's arms to lever himself into her mouth.

"Ogh Agh! Glack!" Darla Jean tried to get a word out around Ted's piledriver.

"What was that?" Ted asked, eyeing her, his cock held deep.

"Augm!" Darla Jean shook her arms.

Ted pulled his cock out. "You want your arms?"

"Uh huh!" Darla Jean gasped.

"What for?"

"Hold Dwayne!" she panted.

"You gonna be a good girl?"

"Uh huh!" All this crap that was going on with Ted was distracting Dwayne -- and Darla Jean wanted him doing the right things, or this other stuff she was putting up with would be a waste!

"Awright. I'm gonna play with your titties, okay?"

"Uh huh!"

"Open up." Ted stuck his cock back in her face, using her mouth as a fuck hole -- but he simultaneously released her hands. "Dwayne, Man," he chided, "Darla Jean wants you to get your shit together and FUCK her! Jeezus! Isn't that right, Sweetie?" Somehow, Darla Jean contrived to nod. "Now put the meat to the poor girl, willya?" Darla Jean started caressing Dwayne's sides and upper back, too, trying to impart a sense of urgency -- the throat thing was no fun!

Dwayne got mad. Fuckin' Ted! What an asshole! But the anger covered fear; Dwayne didn't want to go head to head with Ted -- which was why he'd allowed the current situation to come to pass in the first place... Deciding that it was time to get his, he started seriously pounding away at Darla Jean, setting up a driving rhythm punctuated by impacts of his pubic bone on hers.

This was FINE with Darla Jean! Ted's attempts to stuff her throat weren't a whole lot of fun, but the little flashes that Dwayne's impacts on her clitoris brought her helped her to deal with it, if not ignore it. Every third stroke or so by Ted caused her to curl up and retch, but the curling lifted her hips for Dwayne to get in a better shot. Ted's pattern seemed to stop just short of making her vomit -- she was drooling spit everywhere -- but she was coping, and, periodically, succeeding in taking him as deep as he seemed to want. As the whole thing became less effort, more and more of her attention shifted back to the fire in her loins -- which Dwayne was seriously fanning, at this point. The waves built and built, and she let go of herself and allowed instinct to curl her hips up and make her scratch Dwayne's flanks, urging him on. Guttural sounds emerged around Ted's cock, and he laughed, "You're gettin' to her now, Man! Go for the gusto!" while he milked her nipples with his fingers.

"Fuck, you, Man!" Dwayne grunted, but he was in the pipe, on final approach -- nothing would stop him from shooting, now! He lit into Darla Jean even harder, looking for that last little bit...

He found it, too -- but not before Darla Jean! Suddenly, she went "GOOOOOO!!!!" around Ted's cock and locked up, stiff as a board, while her inner lining clamped down on Dwayne to the point that they could BOTH feel every vein and ridge in his swollen member. This triggered Dwayne, and he held himself buried as his cock pulsed again and again, pouring a flood of white goo into his rubber.

Ted backed off; if she was gonna cum THAT hard, she might bite him by accident! But he rubbed his cock in her face and hair as she moaned and undulated to what was obviously a BIG cum...

Dwayne crawled off and plopped on the bench, and Ted ragged him, "You're done, aren't you, Wild Man? All fucked out..."

"Well, it WAS two!" Dwayne wheezed.

Ted came around beside Darla Jean. "SHE ain't done, are ya, Sweetie?" He reached out and slid a finger along Darla Jean's puffy slit and she arched herself, the sensitive aftermath of her orgasm making the touch partake equally of Heaven and Hell. "See? She's still sparky! You want Uncle Ted's fuck stick in you, Sweetie?" He rubbed his cock along her belly.

Darla Jean said nothing, but her body's cravings betrayed her. The animal passion that had carried her through the last orgasm pricked up it's ears at the offer and the touch of the fingers playing in her hot twat and her legs splayed further, automatically. It was embarrassing, and Ted was a total bastard, but...

"Well, you totally fucked this up, you cocksucker, so you might as well get yours before we both go to jail for rape," Dwayne grunted, surfacing a rubber. "Here."

Ted took it and held it, but turned hot eyes on Darla Jean while he debated. Darla Jean could read him as though the words were being chalked in the air above him: It'd be a big ego thing to ride her and dump his spunk in her, making her his, if only for the moment -- but if she came up pregnant, he wouldn't escape the consequences... A light went on, and he grinned evilly, continuing to defeat her will by working her clitoris with his thumb while two fingers wriggled in her sopping tunnel. "If you want protection," he grated, "YOU put it on..."

Darla Jean grimaced. There went the rape charge; if she put a rubber on him, the whole thing went to shades of grey too light to grant any expectation of a conviction -- but she was DAMNED sure she didn't want children from the likes of HIM... Not fucking wasn't in the cards; Darla Jean was too hot. Dwayne had made a fine appetizer, but he wasn't a main course... She reached down to grasp Ted's cock with her right hand and held out her left for the rubber.

Ted grinned triumphantly and ripped the packet, handing Darla Jean the prophylactic with a flourish. Turning to Dwayne, he rubbed it in, "Darla Jean's a classic -- she went from dead thing to nympho in one fell swoop! I'm sorry, Man -- you just ain't got enough going there to hold her..."

"You suck, Man!"

"Hey, not your fault! You'd be fine for a normal chick! Maybe you oughta ask Darla Jean to hook you up with one of her girlfriends!" Ted leered. "Anyway, I figure that this would have been your first and last pass with Darla Jean, anyway, so you're not losing out." Turning to Darla Jean, he said, "Ain't that right?"

Darla Jean didn't look up, she just nodded, jacking Ted's cock while figuring out which way the rubber was rolled with her other hand. Embarrassment had her running bright pink.

"Now, me, on the other hand," Ted bragged, "well, that's open to debate!"

Darla Jean locked eyes with Ted and glared. No way! No FUCKING way was this bastard EVER getting between HER legs again!

Both boys picked up the glare. "Howcum you're not talking?" Dwayne asked.

"Mouf hurts," Darla Jean got out. Dwayne eyed her critically; yeah her lips were puffier than usual. Ted just cackled.

Darla Jean got the rubber on, and Ted moved onto the bench. "No need to stand on ceremony! Raise your legs, Sweetie, and let Uncle Ted show you some REAL fucking!"

Darla Jean did so, and Ted took up the position Dwayne had used previously -- only he wasn't slow and gentle about it, but rammed his cock into her as soon as it was aligned with her opening!

"Ooof!" Darla Jean got out, then Ted started slamming, obviously going for his, and to Hell with Darla Jean! For the vast majority of girls, this might have been godawful, a traumatic experience -- but Darla Jean had come to terms with what was in store some time back. Besides, Ted was a fucking bastard but he had a nice cock -- a bit more than Dwayne, but somewhat less than Randall -- and his go to Hell style was a better match for Darla Jean's temperament than Dwayne's gentler advances. The first couple of strokes were painful, but Darla Jean got into it almost immediately, clutching him to her and wrapping her legs around his upper thighs. Yeah, embarrassing as it was, this pounding attack was scratching her itch! Not as good as Randall, who managed to cooperate without being overly gentle and had more to go around, but it was working -- she was going to cum, probably before the bastard fired off in her!

"Damn! You got a SWEEEET pussy, Babycakes! Maybe I'll hang out and work you hard enough you'll forget just how it was I got here..." Ted shifted his stroke, paying more attention to his partner, and Darla Jean began to understand why some girls dated bastards the likes of Ted. Sure, he was manipulative, and grasping, and had no real concern for anyone else, but as a side-effect he managed to elicit a certain masochistic joy... Her clit was taking grazing impacts at the rate of about two a second, igniting nerves all over her body...

Dwayne looked on, disgusted. Shit! Ted was right! Darla Jean was red all over, hunched rigid, and her ass was moving like crazy! As he watched, her eyes rolled up and she went totally stiff, holding Ted in place with her crossed legs, grunting, "Hrrrrgh! Hrrrrgh! Hrrrrgh!"

Ted cackled, "Holy shit! What a cock massage! Damn!" Darla Jean sagged back and he added, "Let's go for two, shall we?" He leaned back into it, then glanced over at Dwayne. "Jeez, Dude, why don't you play with her nips or something! I know you're all fucked out, but you can always get her to lick the cream off it..."

As angry and humiliated as he was, that sounded like a good idea to Dwayne, who stepped around to Darla Jean's hanging head, knelt up, and presented his cock. Darla Jean, who had been somewhat secretly pleased that her position with her head over the edge of the bench kept her from even having to LOOK at Ted, locked eyes with Dwayne and opened her mouth. "Aaahhh!" Dwayne moaned as she set to work, gently licking and sucking his now-shrunken but over-sensitive meat.