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Chapter List
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WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
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AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)…
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AN3:I’m sorry for My LONG absence. I blame Janet Evanovich and the piece of DRIVEL that was Seventeen. It pissed me off so bad it fucked up my karma and made my muses (even the HP & Glee ones) take a vaca to the Bahamas. They finally came home because of Hurricane Irene. It has taken VAST amounts of FanFiction to cleanse my Mind of that Dreck. When they came home, they held me at gun point with Edna’s 45 and made me completely rewrite this entire chapter. Hope you enjoy and Sorry for the wait.
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CHAPTER 15
This Killing Time
Stephanie PoV
“I gotta tell you, living life as your friend really shows me the ultimate unfairness of life.” Lula said to me as we wandered through the mal. I’d gotten too antsy sitting around waiting for the stalker to make an appearance, so I’d made the executive decision to play bait. So here we are at the Quakerbridge mall doing more strolling than buying.
“What do you mean by that, cause let me remind you that YOU were the one who told me to go after the guys?” I whined.
“And I stand by it. I ain’t jealous ‘bout any of that shit. Still want to watch you take Tank’s big ass man meat…but it’s just, damn girl. You eat like me and weigh something like half of what I do. You spend every night getting sexed like most women only ever dream of, and then you get up and have not only a great job to go to, but you walk ‘round all glowly and shit instead of looking like you been rode hard and put away wet.” She said pouting. “Now I got me the great job, but I want your freaky metabolism, dammit. And a lover that can make me look all satisfied like that wouldn’t hurt either.”
“What happened to Mr. Dainty man?” I asked concerned. I was so happy; I wanted that for Lula just as much as she did.
“Oh he might have made me feel all dainty and shit…but. You know I was trying that whole don’t sleep with him ‘til I got to know him shit this go round. Well I wish I had gotten to know that he was packing a pinky dick before I got all invested in his ass. He was the fuckin’ make out king…but his tired ass KNEW he didn’t have shit below the belt. He should warn a sister.” She confided, angrily and justifiably so. “Men like that should come with a warning sticker attached. I mean what the hell was I supposed to do with that? And then get this, he wasn’t even willing to compensate.” She stressed the last word.
“You are kidding right? I mean I thought that ALL men did that now. I mean I am gonna regret ever admitting this, but even my DAD does it. Don’t ask; I’ve repressed opening their door since I was seven, and I’m only even mentioning it because I am that shocked and appalled.” I said horrified.
“I know right, and it’s not like he even had anything to complain about. My kitty is as bald as an Asian wax girl can get it. That Negro should have been happy I was willing to give him a chance after I saw his pitiful little hard on.” Lula groused. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share Tank…just one night.” At my death glare, she laughed. “Sorry. But shit, skinny ass white girl, it’s been three months. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not as pressed as you would be after three month, but I’m real close to trying to track down your pedophile stalker just so I can shoot his ass.”
What could I say to that? All I could do was laugh my ass off. I laughed so hard I had to sit down on the edge of the fountain. Finally I caught my breath and groaned. Lula is so crazy she might just do it. “Well, if you manage it…I want to roll with. I gonna shoot this shithead’s dick off.”
“See that’s what I’m talking about. That’s some shit we need to do, especially after the latest bullshit he fucking pulled.” Lula said pulling me to my feet. As we walked without conversation for a while I couldn’t help but think about the latest ‘gifts’ from my newest stalker.
I might have been ok if the ‘gifts’ had come to me, but no that asshole had sent them to Adrien and Mary Alice. I can live with sending a really gross picture of a girl doing HIGHLY unspeakable things with a horse. He was nice enough to ask that that gift be passed along to me. But then the stalking asshole decided to be funny, he sent MA a pretty stuffed horse. Okay, so it was a freaking beautiful stuffed version of Black Beauty, big enough to ride; every little girl’s dream. Val didn’t even hesitate to give it to her. Seems like to me if you know a crazy person is threatening your daughter and the same daughter gets her first ever piece of mail (a big expensive piece of mail), maybe you let someone check it out before you hand it to the child. But No, Saint Valerie just hands it to Mary Alice without having it checked out at all. MA had opened it and played with it for a few hours before Albert got home, and hearing about MA’s gift, brought it, its packaging and Mary Alice to Haywood to be checked out.
Thankfully it was ok, but I shudder to think about what it could have been. Hector and Ram had it checked for absorbable agents, and Bobby took a blood sample to make sure that Mary Alice hadn’t already absorbed anything. Albert pulled me aside and explained his plan to me. He’s pushing through the paperwork to get himself established as an adoptive parent for both MA and Angie. He is hoping that if he can get that in place if he divorces Valerie for her infidelity; he will be able, at the very least, to have visitation…though he would prefer primary custody of all three girls. He might be able to forgive the infidelity, eventually, but his wife’s gross disregard for the threat to Mary Alice was pushing the kindly bumbling man far beyond his threshold for tolerance.
To be honest I was right there with him. But I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised, my relationship with my own mother was only just now growing into something normal. When I was growing up I always felt like the odd girl out in our house. Now I’m in no way claiming that my mom would have behaved like Val is doing…but maybe her lack of the ability to truly relate to me, which I perceived as her preference for Valerie; has made Val feel like Mary Alice, who is more like me than anyone else, is worth less than Angie or Lisa.
Lula finally pulled me from my thoughts, “so who’s on the short list for Abegaile and when are we gonna do that spa day thingy with Connie?”
“CRAP!!!!!! I so completely forgot about that. We need to figure out a way to do it Friday, Guilermo is expecting her to come out with all of us Friday night. Shit!” I moaned.
Lula looked pensive for a minute. “Ok. First thing we’ll do is swing by Mr. Alexander’s he’s a hairdresser, he’ll know the good spas. Then we’ll head to the food court, and you can call around and see which one can take the four of us on Friday. If Mary Lou needs the boys picked up from school we’ll let one of the Merry Men do it. Leave Vinnie to me. He’ll give Connie the day off, of Lucille will see some pictures he sure as hell don’t want her to see. Make sure that you schedule facial hair waxing for all of us so Connie won’t know a damn thing. In fact I say we just get a Merry Man to watch the boys at Mary Lou’s house so that she and Lenny can come out with the crowd.”
“That’s a great idea. We’ll just drag her butt her after the spa so we can get her some modern club clothes.” I said with a huge smile. This is just what the guys need to get their minds off everything. Since this new stalker threatened Mary Alice, each and every Merry Man is as hyper alert as if she were their little girl. They are determined to protect her innocence.
“Hell, with all the exercising I’ve been doing, I’m down over fifteen pounds. Maybe I need to get me something new Friday too.” Lula said with a laugh. “Fuck it. You ballin’ out of control now, I got loot, if Mary Lou and I are getting something new, I say you and Connie do too, and we coordinate. We need to figure out some way to get our dress up on without interference. Who all’s going?”
“Well my and the JLS, Guilermo and Connie, Abegaile and her choices, so Woody, Junior and Manny. Blinkie and Zero have MA duty, that night so Ram will probably come. Not sure about Roy and Brett. Plus, if we can work it out Lou and Lenny.” I answered contemplatively.
“Maybe we should see if Ranger would let Blinkie and Zero watch MA, Angie and Lisa at Rangeman, then we can just add in Mary Lou’s boys so that we don’t have to take anyone off shift or make Ram miss out on the fun.” Lula said thoughtfully.
Hey wait a minute. “Why just Ram?” I asked. “Does Lula have a crush?”
“Huh? No.” She returned a bit too quickly. “I just meant since he’s the only one who’s gonna be there without an ulterior motive he would be the obvious choice to get left in the lurch.”
“Yeah I believe that one. Ram is six foot four, and only barely smaller than Tank muscle wise. If he was black I’d lock the two of you together in a room. Not to say that I won’t now that I know you don’t care that he isn’t…” I teased.
“Shit, your skinny white ass should know better than to think that I give a rat’s ass about skin color. Now don’t get me wrong. I loves me a big black mountain of a man, but that’s just because more often than not they be the ones packing the biggest thangs. Plus, most of the time other races don’t particularly care for big voluptuous black women like myself. But as long as he got enough to fill me up and he know how to work it. I could be the reading rainbow, no, the fucking UN of dating.” She said throwing me a saucy smile.
“So you do like Ram?” I questioned.
“No doubt the boy is fine, so is Caeser, and Vince and Bones. Hell walking through Rangeman on any given day is a test of my self-control…and you know I don’t have barely none of that shit. But I’m not pressed on trying to find out if I can coerce me a Merry Man into my bed. I want to be chased for once in my damn life. I get sick of chasing men.” She groaned loudly.
“Yeah, but don’t you want the right guy chasing you? If you can figure out your short list, maybe we can work on getting them to chase you.” I said with a big smile.
Lula gave me a withering look. “Isn’t that just a roundabout way for me to one more gain be chasing a man?”
“No this is you being sure that the man chasing you is the one you want. That’s the difference between being chased and being stalked.” I replied scathingly. “Now give me at least a few names so I can find out which one is actually wanting to chase you, but slightly frightened of you.”
“Now see, you ain’t right Steph. If he scared, how can he be wanting to chase me? That is the very definition of mutually exclusive.” She ranted.
“Look I’ve heard a couple of the bigger guys, and yeah Ram was one of them who were questioning my ability to handle Tank’s package…just like you do. And someone, and I refuse to tell you who, brought up the point that a ‘full figured woman like you’ might be able to handle the entirety of his…you know what. Apparently, he’s never actually been all the way inside a woman. But I want to know who you want, not who you figure will do ‘cause they might want you.” I argued back.
“Maybe I do like Ram…but have you seen him. There is no way that fine ass blondie-bear is gonna be down with the brown like that.” She said sounding way too defeated for my liking.
“Let the man have a chance. You just said you lost fifteen pounds, you’ve toned down the hair color, you’ve started to tone down the spandex a bit, and not to be funny, but you’ve been letting more of the REAL Lula show through, not the hoodrat former ho…but LULA. Ram would be damn lucky to even be allowed to chase you.” I will always defend my friends, even from themselves.
She gave me a look of such wonder, it hurt my heart. “You really think so?” She said in a small, for her, voice. “You ain’t just saying that cause you my girl and all, are you?”
“Lula, you know how I feel about sharing my feelings and talking about emotions. If I weren’t really serious, would we even be having this conversation?”
She laughed so hard, she tripped over her own heel and hit the ground hard. I know I was wrong, but I started to laugh, jumping and laughing. “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me. Somebody tripped and it wasn’t me.” I reached down to help her up and she instead pulled me down to join her. Suddenly my Spidey Sense went full blown haywire.
Unfortunately I may never know what happened. The Merry Men who were our bodyguards for the day, saw us go down and we were out of that area before we could catch out breaths. It took some explaining, but we were able to convince them to stand back down to their usual level of hyperawareness, and we went to Mr. Alexander’s to put Lula’s plan into place. It took less time than I’d anticipated, but we had an appointment for a spa day Friday. I grabbed my phone to text Mary Lou was surprised to feel it vibrate the second I picked it up.
**Agent Bombshell; Your Mission should you choose to accept it:
          You have four hours to complete the Mission. In your effort to complete this mission you may gain the assistance of only Mary Lou and/or Lula. You, BABE, are charged with the purchase of the following:
          Playroom Lingerie, at least 15 to 20 ‘outfits’ suitable for ripping off you in the heat of a moment.
          New Distraction Outfits, at least 5 outfits, one in each of the following catagories; classy sexy, super slutty, casual sexy, super formal sexy and business sexy. (Keep all receipts for any Distraction outfits, you will be reimbursed.)
          Roll Play Wear: At least one of each of the following categories: Dominatrix, sex kitten, submissive slut.
Should you complete this mission within the established parameters, you will be given a reward of your choosing.
To accept the Mission Test the word Accept to Mission Control at 555-867-5309.**
Of course I texted accept, and when I succeed, Tank better be prepared. I’ve been thinking about his fantasy for over a month now, that’s what I want for my reward.
I showed Lula the mission, and almost had to pick her back up off the floor. “See, that’s why you ought to be glad I’m here with you…Mary Lou has your back in all things, and I know this…but for this shit…you need Lula, to remind you that this mall doesn’t just have a Vickey’s it also has a Frederick’s.” She said as she dragged my unprotesting self to the store in question.
As we were looking quickly fulfilling the first portion of my mission, I blurted out, “My dad wants me and the guys to give him a grandson.”
“Well, between the seven of them, I’m sure one of them can knock you up.” She said distractedly.
“But, I don’t want to be a mom.” I whined.
“So don’t be. Be a mama.” Lula retorted.
“The difference being?” I asked confused.
“The difference being that a mama is more than a soccer mom, or ‘burg housewife. She can be a mama to the kids, a boo to her man-or men in your case-she’s got the bomb ass career and so forth. You can have a kid and still be Stephanie. That’s the problem with being from your neck of the woods. Women marry and give up all sense of self. It’s what scares the bejesus out of you about getting married and having kids. But their choices ain’t got shit to do with you. You need to learn to just do you.” She explained.
“But I have no clue how to be take care of a baby. Have you not noticed I have the world’s only antisocial hamster?” I said sadly. “What if I mess the kid up?”
“Well just take a situation, ask yourself how your mother would respond, and then do the exact opposite. In fact embrace your inner Edna. And as far as the changing and potty training and boring parts, get a damn nanny. Ask Adrien, maybe he knows one of them au pair chicks. But get a lesbian one. No need to tempt the guys, or more likely end up with a Hand That Rocks the Cradle crazy bitch.” Lula advised.
“But…” I began
“But my ass. Your daddy don’t ask for nothing. He don’t even get to decide what the hell he eats on the daily. He asked you for one thing. Give that man a grandson.” Lula huffed.
“But you can’t just have a son…what if I have a girl. I’m over thirty. How many kids can I healthily have?” I asked.
“Shoot so do it the new-fangled way. I’m sure they can work some science and get you a boy. And if not you can give me the girl…I’m not ever gonna be able to have kids the normal way, and nobody in their right mind will let me adopt in this country…probably not in any others either.” Lula joked sadly.
“You know, if you decide you want a baby, Lula, I’ll find a way to help you pay for a surrogate. You could still have a child that’s biologically yours.” I whispered. I knew how much she had struggled with finding out what that bastard Ramirez had stolen from her. This more than anything had been her biggest stumbling block. It’s amazing how much you can wish for a child once you cannot have one anymore. “I’m gonna give my Dad a grandson Lula. And when you are ready, we’re gonna make sure you have a baby too.” I say pulling her into a very rare for me hug.
“Hell to the yeah.” She said giving me a big smile. “And if you have a girl first?”
“Then I guess I’ll have to try again. But two in my limit. I’m so not trying to be pregnant more than twice in my life.” I said serious as a heart attack.
“Well hell, go off your birth control, grab you some of those Chinese herbs for fertility and give your daddy his grandson.” Lula advised. “As long as the guys don’t mind.”
“Oh please every since they found out that my Dad is their Ranger hero, he could ask them to help him kill Morelli and bury the body and they would do it.” I joked.
“Oh please, your men want Morelli dead every bit as much as your dad.” She teased. Probably she was right.
By this point we were ready to check out with twenty pairs of sexy and flimsy pairs of panties, thongs, boy shorts and g-strings, and the bras that match. We even managed to find a distraction outfit that clearly fit the definition of super slutty. After that we headed back to Macy’s and found distraction outfits and shoes that fit the other four categories. Including a Maggie London Metallic floral strapless dress and gold FMPs that redefined super formal sexy if I do say so myself. Unfortunately I was running out of time and I still had one more section of the mission to accomplish. However salvation began to appear before me. There in clearance section of the shoe area was a pair of over the knee four and a half inch black leather boots. Those were going to be the basis for the Dominatrix look. I also found a pair of leopard print Steve Madden ultra-high pumps, and decided that I would avoid the usual definition of sex kitten and instead go for a more cat-woman version. For the Submissive slut, I found a pair of ultra-high Steve Madden Mary Jane inspired Pumps in blue. Then I dragged Lula back to Frederick’s and we hit the corset section with a vengeance. I found a black beaded ostrich feather corset as well as a leopard print satin one and an appliquéd satin corset in indigo…they had everything else I needed to complete the looks including, even those ever elusive seam up the back stockings. In no time we paid for everything got back in the Rangeman Suburban, and made it back to Haywood with just under fifteen minutes to spare.
“Hah, take that Mission Control.” I said to Lester with a huge laugh. “You should know never go against a ‘burg girl when shopping is on the line.”
“Ok. You win this round, Beautiful…but it took your mind off everything else didn’t it?” He asked sharing a laugh with me.
I shrugged. “Yeah, you know what…it kinda did.” I gave him a sweet smile. “And you can let Professor Sherman know that class will be in session tonight. And let Carlos and the others know that we all have to be there. Now I’m gonna go and get ready.”
Tank PoV
The guys met and agreed that we’d meet in the classroom an hour after dinner. When we settled at the table Ella came in with a giggle. An honest to God giggle, and said that Stephanie would meet us in the classroom an hour after dinner. She told us, laughing the entire time that Steph had already eaten and was busy getting ready. My Little Girl must be pretty excited to miss a meal with us. Damn, dinner and the time afterwards moved slower than molasses in January. I took a shower and dressed in a pair of khaki slacks paired with a white shirt and tie. A pair of very low prescription reading glasses completed the look. I made it up to the classroom portion of the play room first.
Taking a moment to have a look around, I couldn’t help but note the beauty of the bedstead the Carpenter had created. It looked more beautiful than any bed I’d ever seen, and yet the strength of it was almost palpable. The room was resplendent with the scent of the cedar he’s used to make the drawers of the matching nightstands, the cross bar supports for the mattress as well as the one rack he’d already delivered. The mattress set will not be delivered for another two weeks, unfortunately. Because I cannot wait to tie Stephanie to that bed.
I wrote the subject ‘History of the Modern World’ and my name, Professor P. Sherman. I settled behind the desk, with a book, checked the drawer to make sure that the collection of paddles were still there. I looked up as I heard someone enter the play room. It took me all my control to bite back the laugh that arose at the sight of Lester. He strolled in wearing baggy jeans, a green lantern tee-shirt and a pair of wide laced Adidases. He was wearing a hat that he’d turned to the side and sunglasses. Seeing my amusement, he became somewhat defensive. “What? This is what I wore to high school.”
Before I could say a word, Bobby entered dressed similarly to me. Khakis and a white button down. He wore no tie, and his shirt wasn’t buttoned to the top. I always knew he was the preppy sort. No sooner had Bobby entered than Hector joined us. He was dressed in his banger gear. Green flannel shirt buttoned only at the very top, showing the white wife beater he wore underneath. The jeans so baggy they showed off the green boxers he wore. A green bandana tied round his head. He too wore sunglasses. Cal and Hal came in next. Hal looking like a straight up nerd in fitted jeans and a polo shirt. Cal was a surprise he came in in khaki cargo shorts and a rock band concert tee. Maybe that shouldn’t have surprised me at all.
The last of the JLS to enter was our avowed leader. Ranger entered the room his hair pulled back, looking almost like what Steph called Abercrombie Ranger. He was wearing khaki cargo pants that fit, but not very well, a pair of all white Adidases, and a white polo. They all took their seats and began chatting. Lester of course began to pick on Hal and Bobby, calling them nerds and teacher’ pets and otherwise tormenting them. But when Stephanie Plum entered the room all talking ceased.
My eyes traveled over her from her toes to her head and back again. She was wearing a pair of black patent leather Platform Mary Janes, white knee socks, that stopped just under her knee. And then what had to be at least a foot of glowing naked Steph thigh before my eyes hit the hem of the very short red and black plaid school girl skirt. The flirty pleated part of the skirt ended and a wide black band of fabric anchored it to her hips, the black band interrupted on either side with more of the red plaid fasteners. She went with a black polo that fit her like a second skin rather than a shirt. The three buttons were a lot further down than any polo I’ve ever seen before and not a single one of them were done. Her nipples were hard and pushing through the thin fabric. Her beautiful wild curls had been tamed into two pigtails that rode high on her head. She looked like a wet dream walking and she flounced into the room chewing and popping gum. She dropped into the front center chair, and her skirt flew up just enough to reveal her red plaid thong.
Now I admit that I’ve played this scene in my head a thousand times or more and never…never has she looked as good as she does today. I cleared my throat and called role. Then I gave a tiny schpeal about the lesson. Yeah, I was talking out of my ass. Now as per my instructions to the guys, at this point I told everyone to pass forward their homework. The look on Our Girl’s face was priceless. She looked both shocked and outraged and a bit verkelmpt. “Mr. Sherman,” She said raising her hand. “I forgot my history binder this morning.”
“Miss Plum that is the fourth time this month you have come to class unprepared.” I said sternly. I’ve gotten rebel forces to throw down their weapons with that voice and stare, Stephanie just looks like she’s mad I ruined her panties.
“I know, and I’m sorry sir. It will never happen again.” She said reassuringly.
“I’m sure it will not. Because you will be recieveing a F for the day.” I told her; even I couldn’t hold back the smirk that crossed my face. I know she will pick up the game from here.
“But, Sir, if you do that my average will plummet and my GPA will tank.” She whined. “Can’t you think of some other kind of punishment…please? I promise I’ll bring you my assignment tomorrow before first period.”
“It wouldn’t be very fair to your classmates. Just last week I had to Lester a F for the exact same reason.” I chided.
“Yeah, but Lester isn’t trying to get into Monmouth.” She rebutted. “Besides,” She said turning and giving Lester a hot look. “Lester won’t mind. Will you Lester?”
“Hell yeah I mind. My Mom is gonna kill me when report cards come out.” He groaned, playing along.
“Please, Lester, Please Mr. Sherman, I’ll do anything.” She moaned. “I’ll even take the paddle.” She said with a shiver.
“Yes. I believe that we can reach an accord, Miss Plum. You will take twenty-five smacks from Ole Trusty, and you will, furthermore, apologize to your classmates for taking away from the time they could be learning for me to have to administer your punishment.” I said reaching into the drawer. I pulled out the paddle I’d made about seven months ago. It was bigger than the retail available ones Steph and Bobby had found at Pleasure Treasures. The hilt fit my hand better than any other I’d ever found. The paddle portion was thicker and wider, and one side was covered in padded leather. The wooden side was smooth and shellacked to make sure that no evil splinters will mar the beautiful skin I was hoping to turn red. I had spent a lot of time sanding it to a perfectly smooth surface before the first coat of poly ever touched it. Standing I rolled the desk chair around to the front of the desk.
Resuming my seat I gestured for Steph to lie across my lap. “Assume the position.” I gave the boys a smile that let them know exactly what I was planning. I flipped up the scant covering provided by her skirt. “Such a beautiful little bottom, so firm and round. I whispered. “You will be unable to count them out this time as you will be apologizing to your classmates at the same time, and I believe that your pretty little mouth will be quite busy.” I looked up from the thong pale skin of her thong displayed ass, “Gentlemen, you will go in alphabetical order. Miss Plum will be showcasing her fellatio skills today, since she was unable to demonstrate her knowledge of the subject.”
Bobby shot up and stood in front of her his pants around his ankles and his cock already hard and throbbing. I gave her the first swat with the wood side, as she took him into her mouth. I stretched this out as long as I could. Each smack from the hard side soothed by a rub from my free hand and then a smack from the padded side before I called out 1. By the time I reached five, my pants were literally soaked with the evidence of Our Girl’s arousal. The mouth-watering smell wafting up to me and Bobby. He lasted until six, before blowing his load into her slurping and sucking mouth. Cal took his place with a quickness no one would expect from a man his size.
Listening to Our Girl licking and sucking a cock, while my hand was turning her sexy bare bottom red, was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had, and given the last month of my life that is saying a whole lot. I had to block the sights and sounds around me, or I know that I would have blown my load in my pants. I concentrated on turning the beautiful, sexy, plump ass of Stephanie Plum to the perfect shade of red. As I reached twenty three, she looked over at me and smiled, “Mr. Sherman, I may need more punishment.” She moaned.
In that moment I knew Stephanie Plum is the perfect woman as fat as sex is concerned. She is demure around others, and a kinky slut within our pack. She seemed to sense our kinks and reveled in exploring them with us. I paddled her for a total of forty smacks, listening and watching as she licked and sucked and swallowed Carlos, Hal, Hector and Lester. Finally I could take no more. I ripped that tiny thong away, bared my cock and pulled her down until her fiery red buttocks met the cooler flesh of my lap. This is the first time I’ve been inside her without one or more of the other’s cum for added lubricant. But she was so very wet, it felt so fucking good. I bounced her thin supple form up and down on my dick, making sure to allow the starched khakis to brush her paddle-sensitized flesh.
“God baby. Love fucking you…never knew how damn tight your little pussy really is. Fuck! I’m not gonna last. Damn.” I groaned.
“Fuck me, Mr. Sherman. So Close. Please.” She begged smiling through the tears rolling down her cheeks. I cannot believe that she managed to stay in character, but damn if her words didn’t go right through me.
“FUCK!” I bellowed. I came harder than I have ever cum in the entirety of my life I was pounding Our Girl up and down on my lap, flooding her clenching pussy with my cum. I reached around and yanked her shirt up over her head, bending forward to suck and bite her tits. Even sucking the one at a time into my mouth, the whole tit and suckling hard, laving the nipple with my tongue. I pulled her off my cock and, rather aggressively, forced her to her knees in front of me. Using those hot fucking pigtails as handle bars, I fucked her face, sliding my over sensitized dick in and out of her mouth prolonging the sensations of my orgasm even though my balls were empty.
Ranger damn near flew out of his seat. I watched over her back as he pressed wet kisses to her hot ass before entering her forcefully. I could feel her scream around my dick, and it was amazing. I pulled back and listened to her litany.
“Yes, God Yes. Pound my pussy. Fuck. Please. Cumming so hard. Love you so much. Fuck.” She chanted over and over. I fell even more in love with this beautiful goddess in front of my. Burying my hands in her hair, I kissed her deeply, phenomenally.
I pinched and pulled and twisted her hard little nipples until I heard Ranger bellow. “Damn, Babe. That’s it cum for us. Cum hard. Love the feel of your hot little ass pressed against me. Fuck babe, you looked delicious getting your sexy ass paddled.”
I leaned forward. “DO you like this Miss Plum? You’ve made me paddle your little ass hot, and fuck your tight little cunt. Is this what you wanted?”
“YES!” She yelled her eyes bluer than ever and locked on mine. “So good. This, you are exactly what I wanted.”
“So do you promise to always bring your assignments to class?” I asked breathlessly.
“If you are gonna punish me like that…I may never do homework again.” She laughed laying her head on my thighs.
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