Mothers and Daughters Ch. 18

So instead she whimpered out inanities giving the impression she was bravely enduring almost unbearable pain:

"Oh fuck Bolek you're big. Oh fuck that hurts. Oh no, no, no, don't stop! Just keep shoving that monster in me. I really love it. I can take it. I'm a woman not a wuss. Oh fuck that hurts..."

Her utterances had the desired effect. Bolek's ego took a boost and his admiration for Natasha's sexual prowess soared to a new high level. Thus he was amenable to her every whim and desire. Once he was fully engaged, he stopped as previously instructed. Natasha was grateful for this respite. Although she was not in too much distress, she still needed a little time to adjust the feel of his cock in her before she could enjoy the ensuing sodomy unfettered.

As she was becoming accustomed to his cock in her rear love canal, the initial pain disappeared to be replaced by hot, burning, pleasure sensations. Such exquisite tingling sensations entered into her veins and coursed throughout her body.

Natasha quickly gave Bolek the signal to commence fucking her. The heat of his cock in her body coupled with the resulting friction caused her to perspire profusely as sweat was visibly dripping off her body. The fiery all consuming erotic feelings overcame her mind and she could no longer disguise her lustful enjoyment.

She was chanting throughout the sodomy squeaks of unbridled joy:

"Oh yes Bolek! Of so fucking good baby! Just tear my ass apart! Harder please Bolek, don't hold back! Fuck me! Just fuck me! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Make my ass sing!"

Bolek hovered over body and was mauling her ample breasts as he was sodomizing her. The grip of her inside muscles on his cock produced an out of the world pure pleasure experience. Her chanting sent him to a level of sexual passion he had never experienced before. He lost any control he might have wanted to retard his ejaculation and so he simply climaxed before he was actually expecting it. Nevertheless his climax was of the deep spine tingling variety that wiped out momentarily any sentient thoughts.

When they separated, Natasha was finally satiated. She wore a beatific smile leaving no doubt as to her enjoyment. Her mind was consumed with contemplating all that had just transpired. She marveled that the sex with Bolek was just as enjoyable, just as pleasurable as the sex with Reggie. She experienced a similar euphoria.

The obvious conclusion to Natasha was that love and sexual enjoyment were not mutually inclusive. This led to yet another happy discovery. She could go on pursuing a lusty sex life without betraying or negating the memory of Reggie. As Reggie had died; she had to go on living. She had to eat to stay alive and likewise she would have sex as an important compelling element of the continuation of living. Henceforth all thoughts of remaining celibate as a remembrance of Reggie disappeared from her mind forever.

Bolek and Natasha had sex once more before they finally went to sleep. When they woke up they had a quickie before they departed their separate ways; each mutually satisfied with this new development in their lives.

For Bolek it meant his ultimate desires were realized. He had a mistress who would make no demands on him. How good is that? Fucking Natasha sure made up for the tedium of fucking his wife. Planning for rendezvous that would avoid raising suspicions became the most critical and exciting activity in his life. His adultery added to the sexual thrills he sought.

The best part about his affair with Natasha was that she appeared to be so malleable. She never resisted any sexual overtures unless she truly had a commitment she could not get out of. That spring while Natasha was still in high school they fucked as often as he could schedule it, usually on a week night as he had a hard time scheduling a weekend tryst.

Unlike his wife and his previous two lovers, Natasha was not needy or of the clinging, smothering kind. She offered no resistance to having sex as she always gave the impression that fucking him was her greatest desire. But by the same token she also gave the impression that if she never saw him again she would not be unduly perturbed. Although this latter impression was not flattering to his ego; at least it was comforting to know that once the inevitable end of his affair would occur there would be no embarrassing awkward scenes to endure.

Once September rolled around and Natasha started classes at Northwestern, scheduling occasions for sex was easier. Natasha had indeed registered for his class so he was always in touch with her. Life was definitely copacetic for Prof Bolek Ostrowski. He had never been more content.

For Natasha, sex with Bolek was a godsend to soothe the extreme pain she had endured with the death of Reggie. That morning at the motel was the first time since Reggie's death; she awoke with a smile on her face. The quickie sex that morning was the natural conclusion of a wonderful night. She was all smiles when she arrived back at Excalibur Street and Vera was thrilled to see her daughter having regained her normal sunny disposition.

In her joy Natasha related to Vera all the graphic details of the sex she had with Bolek. For good measure, for the first time she also recounted the night she had with Reggie as well, just for the contrast. Vera was delighted to see that Natasha had recovered from her grief and was able to enjoy sex.

Recalling her own past she replied to Natasha:

"I am happy for you honey, that you have been able to turn the corner over the grief of your loss of Reggie. It seems like you had a happy experience with this music professor. I've told you before that one of my first lovers, Rodney Parker, was murdered by a lunatic madman. It wasn't until his execution some six years later, before I was able to enjoy sex with a man again. I am so glad for you that your misfortune has not meant that you will undergo a similar period of celibacy."

"Yes Mom, I see now how silly it was of me to vow never to have sex again. I know I'll always love Reggie but it does not mean I should be a nun now that he is dead. I may never fall in love again, especially to the degree I loved Reggie but that does not mean I should deny myself the pleasure of sex. I realize that my having sex does not dishonor the memory of Reggie."

Vera and Natasha subsequently moved into their spacious new home in Morton Grove. The house was perfect for them. Vera indulged Natasha in allowing her to convert the third bedroom to a music room where she could practice. There was a den next to the dining room that Vera could use whenever she took work home. Actually the dining room table could easily accommodate Vera as well.

All in all her last months in high school were simply pleasant. The sex with Bolek helped her to totally overcome her grief over Reggie's death.

She was not in love with Bolek; certainly nowhere close to the passion she had felt for Reggie. However notwithstanding the lack of love the sex was terrific. Her body thrived on their couplings, and she did enjoy his company beyond the sex they shared. She was fascinated by his conversations as she felt she always learned something new whenever she was in his company. She was absolutely satisfied with her relationship with him.

Although she was content, she was not wrapped up in Bolek. Thus she was not averse to having other sexual adventures. Within a month after she started attending classes at Northwestern, she acquired a second steady lover. Natasha took to college life like a duck to water. She made quick new friends and as a result on the last Saturday in September; she was able to attend a party at a popular frat house at the behest of one of her newly acquired friends.

Most of the guys at the party were lame and uninspiring from Natasha's viewpoint. So for a lack of anything better to do, she drank more than she normally would have. Consequently she was tipsy and completely devoid of any inhibitions which would or might have normally restrained her. She happened to stumble and bump into an extremely handsome man.

She automatically cavalierly apologized:

"Oops! So sorry! Pardon me! Almost lost my drink but thank God I still have it. No harm no foul."

Then as she straightened herself out and got a good look at the man she had bumped into, she exclaimed:

"Oh my goodness! What a stud! Did you stumble into this party by mistake? Judging by the guys at this party, I had started to think that hunks like you were barred from attending."

The man laughed at Natasha's sardonic humor which he attributed to her obvious inebriation. As Natasha's beauty was breath-taking; he naturally was inclined to prolong the conversation.

He replied in kind:

"I happen to belong to this fraternity so my presence is almost mandatory. Lacking a female perspective I cannot comment on the appeal of my brothers or the other male guests for that matter. However, now that you raised the issue of attractiveness I must say my fraternity brothers have outdone themselves in limiting this party to remarkably ugly girls. So I would ask in turn how did a raving beauty like you sneak in?"

"Well I thank you for the compliment I guess. But wait a minute, are you implying that the hosts of the party would deliberately exclude inviting acknowledged female beauties? Why would your frat brothers not invite beautiful girls at a party? I mean that would seem a most desirable female guest list for a bunch of rowdy frat boys. Besides I don't think all of the girls at this party are as ugly as you make them out to be."

"Yes but if I were to compare you with the rest of the females at this party; and if I were to categorize you as merely a pretty girl nothing special then the rest of the females at this party would have to be adjudged as truly ugly."

"My but flattery might just get you everything you would want, you handsome frat stud muffin. Still, assuming your assessment of the female beauty at this party to be actually the case, it begs the question why would your frat brothers want to invite only ugly girls to the party?"

"My frat brothers would be acting on natural predatory instincts. At parties they are interested in getting drunk and bedding a female guest. They are not into finding and meeting a female to establish a meaningful relationship. There are other activities and venues far more suitable for such goals. So you see an ugly girl meets both criteria for a frat party. There is no chance that any of my frat brothers would want a meaningful relationship with an ugly girl; they have standards you see. And an ugly girl is much easier to bed."

Natasha snorted at that observation and replied:

"I take it that this is an example of insightful male logic. But pray tell why the belief that an ugly girl for some reason craves sex more?"

"Well no it's not that we males believe an ugly girl craves sex more. It just stands to reason that an ugly girl has less opportunity for sex because of her looks and thus she is less resistant to entreaties for sex. And quite frankly, my frat brothers are too lazy to make the effort to seduce a pretty girl especially at a party like this."

"But if that is the case then it follows that in these situations the ugly girls can afford to be choosy and that this is really the best opportunity for your frat brothers to actually bed a pretty girl after all."

"You may have a point there Ms...Hmm I don't seem to have your name."

"That's correct, you don't."

"Well? Would you reveal it to me?"

"I could, but I demand a payment."

"Oh! And what would that be? I hope it's not too high."

"You have declared me to be a pretty girl and as such you've indicated I have no chance for a hook-up. Therefore, I demand a kiss so that I can at least salvage something from this party."

"That price certainly is not too high."

With that as they had moved to a corner in the room, he grabbed her to start a kiss. He acted this way as a lark; simply reacting to her smart aleck conversation. However, as he was kissing her, she returned his kiss with surprising passion. The kiss continued much beyond his original expectation such that he developed an erection. The kiss was much more enjoyable than either had imagined it would be when they had started.

When they finally broke off the kiss she blurted out:

"Natasha Starikovich."

Not comprehending her utterance he reacted in confusion:

"Huh! What?"

She elaborated:

"Natasha Starikovich, that's my name. Remember? You just paid a heavy price for this information. So my turn ah... may I inquire your name? Or do you exact a similar charge? I'll pay it."

He laughed as he replied:

"So I take it you don't know me?"

"Gee Sherlock, I wouldn't ask it if I knew it. Oh, wait a minute I did confess to you that I was willing to pay a certain price for this info so you are quite right to suspect a ruse. But honestly, I really don't know your name."

"I'm Dan Pearson the quarterback of the University football team. You know, the Wildcats."

"Oh wow what a coincidence."

"A coincidence? What do you mean?"

"Well my father is a quarterback in the NFL."

"Oh really? Natasha Starikovich is it?"

"Yes that's my name. Do I have to pay to confirm my name?"

"Well Ms Starikovich, I happen to know the names of all the quarterbacks in the NFL, and as far as I'm aware Starikovich is not amongst those names. Besides I would think all the active quarterbacks are too young to be your father."

Natasha giggled at Dan's response and then answered:

"My father is Larry Grant. My parents never married as they were too young. Now it's true I've never met him and he's married to Pamela Rose. However he is aware of my existence since he did pay my mother generous child support until I turned eighteen."

"Seems like you have an exotic background Ms. Starikovich."

"Do you think, Mr Pearson, since we have kissed and in case you hadn't noticed I've been lobbying for another kiss you could call me Natasha? Maybe I could call you Dan?"

"Natasha, I'm engaged to be married."

"Well gee, honestly, I swear I'm not asking you to break off your engagement. I'm only asking for a kiss. Mind you, I confess I would like to go further if your fiancée is not around. I promise I won't tell."

"OK Natasha, I certainly am game for some more kissing and even more action. But no matter how heavy we get I want to warn you and be up-front with you. I'm engaged to Carole Pritchard and I'm going to marry her no matter what. So long as you understand from the get go that no matter how far we go I'm still marrying Carole."

Upon hearing this, Natasha affected her sultriest sexiest voice and replied:

"Oh believe me Dan, this is your most attractive feature for me. I'm not seeking a commitment. I just want to have some fun while I'm a college coed. Please Dan can I have another kiss? This conversation has become just too damn long."

Natasha had by this time seated herself on a convenient love seat and there was room for Dan. He sat down beside her and started kissing her. This kiss instantly inflamed their passions. For Natasha she had been looking forward to resuming the kiss as the first one had surprised her by its ecstasy. Her motivation was simply to continue a good thing. For Dan what started out as a joke was developing into a hot session which he realized could culminate into passionate sex.

He was truthful to Natasha in that he was engaged and he seriously was in love with his fiancée. As a result he did not go out of his way to flirt or otherwise to try to engage the affections of other females. As he was truly a good looking man and had the macho status of a Big Ten college football quarterback he naturally attracted female attention. Thus he was used to warding off predatory females and since his engagement had not had sex with anyone apart from his fiancée.

Natasha had completely disarmed him by her insouciance. He could sense she was attracted to him, but obviously it was not a life or death attraction. Taking her words at face value she was offering sex with no strings attached and he could sense she genuinely meant it. He instinctively believed she had no latent intention to steal him away from his fiancée.

Having reached such a conclusion he had no more will or inclination to stave off the inevitable. After all Carole was far away in California, and what she did not know could not hurt her.

As the kissing intensified, Dan reached into her blouse, and was able to touch the bare flesh of her breasts. Natasha, in retaliation, was able to maneuver to unzip his fly and be able to touch the bare flesh of his cock. Their mutual intimate touching raised their passion level unto a higher plain. There was no question in either of their minds that they were about to have sex as soon as it was realistically possible.

When they broke off the kiss, each of their hands remained discreetly engaged in intimacy. Dan whispered into Natasha's ear:

"I have a room here that I can commandeer for my exclusive use. Why don't we go there to take this to the ultimate level?"

Natasha breathlessly replied:

"Oh my Dan! Not only do you know how to kiss but you know how to provide for my immediate desires."

They got up, and hand-in-hand they ascended the stairs to the third floor. They arrived to an unoccupied bedroom, of which Dan had a key. As they entered, Dan reached for a strategically available sign worded "occupied" and attached it on the outside of the door. As he closed the door he bolted it to ensure privacy.

Natasha in the meantime wasted no time in getting herself naked. As he finished bolting the door and still fully clothed himself he flinched as he noticed Natasha's breathtaking nudity.

He gulped and squeaked:

"I guess, Natasha, if I had any doubt as to your willingness to fuck you are determined to dispel such fear."

"In case you hadn't noticed the seduction period is over. I'm seduced. Now hurry up, my pussy is wet for your cock. And oh by the way Dan not to worry I'm on the Pill so you need not search for a condom."

With that Natasha flopped on the bed and spread-eagled herself. Completely surprised by her brash actions, Dan fumbled in struggling to get out of his clothes as he tore his sweater in pulling it off his body. However once he finally was naked he jumped onto the bed on top of Natasha. She automatically embraced him and maneuvered her body to provide instant access for penetration. In fact just under the speed of light he was fucking her. He was fucking her earnestly.

The kissing in the party room had prepped both of them to make love efficiently and in haste. After just a few thrusts on his part and some heavy grunting on her part, he was ejaculating something fierce. For her part, she was hyperventilating just as fiercely as she reached her orgasm simultaneously. Dan separated from her to lie beside her on his back.

As he was thus catching his breath, he marveled at how quickly he had come to have sex with Natasha. He calculated that not more than a half hour had elapsed from the moment he first bumped into Natasha to the moment they were fucking. He surmised that perhaps such quickness in hooking up in college society settings was not unique especially in parties like this but it sure as hell was unique for him.

He recalled it took him almost two years of dating an cajoling before he finally got into Carole's pants. As for the bimbos and other females he had fucked, and even those who aggressively pursued him sexually; it always took some time before he was actually fucking them. Yet here he was fucking Natasha even without seemingly no aggressive moves were made by either of them to progress to having sex. It seemed to him that he and Natasha had entered into sex so casually as if it was something to do in between drinks at the party.