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A Zany Erotic Tale of Debauchery…and Love
By
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2011 Dee Dawning
Smashwords Edition
~ Bananaz II ~
Part One
For almost a week following the riotous hankey-pankey that took place the previous Saturday, Teri, my beautiful, blonde, dancer, live-in girlfriend, avoided me and when she couldn't avoid me she acted aloof.
Five nights in a row she resisted my advances, feigning, tiredness, headaches and such.
I'm an easy going guy, but when provoked I can be a handful and I was getting provoked—very provoked. "What the fuck is the matter with you? Don't you like sex anymore?"
Her nose and mouth scrunched up as she snarled, "What the fuck is the matter with you! I figured after all the sex you had that night you'd be…"
'That night', of course was Saturday's wild, seven hour marathon-orgy where I fucked, ate and was sucked off by her, three of her girlfriends and a lady cop. "What?"
"I don't know. Worn out? Tired of sex? But I should have known better. If there's anything like a male, effing nymphomaniac you're it."
That did it! I stood, pointed at her and hollered, "You didn't answer my question? Don't you like sex any-more?"
Glaring at me she shouted. "Yes, I like sex! For the last five nights, after you conked out, I took a shower, and came each time," she rose. "And since it's not a secret anymore, I'm going to take a shower right now."
"You bitch, you won't give it to me, but you take care of yourself."
She pulled her tee shirt off and threw it in my face. "What's the matter, Gloria, Lisa and Shelly weren't enough?"
I caught it, tossed it aside, stared at her hard nipples and my hard cock stiffened. "Don't forget Officer H. Orny."
She pushed her jeans and panties off. "That's what I mean. Counting me you fucked five women and the next night you wanted to fuck again. You're insatiable."
I stuck my arms out to reason with her. "I didn't mean for things to get out of control."
She bunched her panties into a silk ball and flung them at me. Again I caught them while she scrambled to the bedroom door. "The hell you didn't."
Then after slipping into the bedroom, before I realized it, she locked the door.
Getting angrier by the minute, I squeezed her panties. They were damp. I sniffed them. They smelled like…couldn’t put my finger on it, but her odor was something elemental and natural. Teri wanted to fuck all right—she just didn't know it.
I dug my phone out and punched in a number. "Gloria? It's Joel."
"Yes Baby? You lookin' for some more brown sugar?"
"Not right now. It's Teri. She's lost her friggin' mind. I need you to come over here and help me talk some sense into her."
"What's wrong."
"I'm not sure. She says I'm a male, effing nymphomaniac."
She laughed. "Well that’s true, but that's the part of you I'm liking. Maybe, I'm a female effing nymphomaniac."
"Thanks a lot. Are you gonna come over here and help me or not?"
"I would, but I already got ready for bed."
"Meaning?"
"Baby, you know I sleep in the nude."
"It's only a couple miles. Throw on a robe."
"Ah, I would, but there's another problem?"
"What?"
"My beater broke down and it's in the shop."
"Well, don't Shelly live with you? Have her bring you."
"All right I'll ask her."
I heard the shower come on. "Glory, I gotta go. I'll leave the door unlocked in case you can make it."
The bedroom door was locked, but I unlocked it with a key we kept on the ledge above. I stomped to the bathroom door—it was locked, and there was no key. I heard the shower door open and pictured her naked and beautiful, stepping into the shower.
Weighing two-twenty, I could easily smash through the flimsy interior door. Instead, I relied on my misspent youth, and pulled out a credit card. After a minute of fiddling with the card, turning the knob and cursing, the door finally swung in. "Voila!"
Undressing rapidly, I tried to quietly pull the shower door open, but being a friction latch, that was impossible.
When Teri spun, I detected a slight smile, then she frowned and yelled, "What're you—"
Not giving her time to finish speaking or do anything else, in one motion I jumped in, pushed her under the warm spray of water and forced her, face first, against the tile wall.
She tried to fight back, but weighing a hundred pounds more than her, she didn't have a chance. Pinning both of her wrists high on the tile wall, I reached around her slim frame, cupped her sex and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you!"
She wiggled and squirmed. "Leave me alone you bully. I don't want to fuck."
Keeping her hands firmly against the wall, I eased my upright cock into the crack of her ass and slid my fingers along her slit. I ran my fingers through her slippery moisture, occasionally dipping into the warm damp depths of her cunt, but mostly concentrating on her—I knew—hyper-sensitive clit. "You can relax and enjoy it or fight me and enjoy it, but one way or the other you're going to get fucked."
I thought a little of the fight might have left her as her wriggling turned into a sway and her squirm became more like undulation. Oh yeah. She wants it bad. And then she turned her head and dug her teeth deep into my arm.
"Yeoow! What the fuck!" I jumped back, releasing her to rub the sting from the bite mark."
Angling toward me wearing a smile, her closed fist hit my jaw with a pretty solid right cross.
Splat!
When I staggered back, she came at me, eyes blazing, with sharp nine inch nails—no, that's a band—half-inch nails deployed in attack mode.
"You fucking bastard. Who, the fuck, do you think you are?"
Backing away from the mad woman with my arm out, the back of my calves bumped into the seat and her momentum forced me down.
Teri was enraged. She was all over me flailing, biting, scratching and kneeing me as if her life depended on it.
Holding my arms out to fend her off, I wondered out loud, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Gloria. After she kicked my ass last week she said she'd show me how to street fight."
Way to go Glory. If I didn't do something she would kick my ass. Hell, if she cut an artery with her vicious nails I could bleed to death. "Calm down Baby."
"Calm down? You tried to rape me."
"No, I didn't. You were going to masturbate, so I thought I'd give you a little help. You know. Feel the real thing."
"Like you did to Gloria and Lisa and…and…Fuck you!"
I had to do something and quick, but what? I could knock her out with a punch, but she's a woman, and my girlfriend, whom I love. Well sort of. I do like her, a lot. Especially when she takes my nine inch dong in her mouth and lets me ream her throat, until I express mail wads of thick, hot spunk down her throat. Mmm, that feels so good.
Fending off Teri's adrenalin laced blows were getting me nowhere. I was just about to take the initiative, when out of nowhere another solid right clobbered my eye.
Qa-whock!
Now, I was enraged. Shaking off the pain, I pushed her away hard. So hard she flew against the wall and slid down. She didn't move. Maybe she was dazed or maybe I knocked wind out of her. In any event, I was concerned. I stepped over to her and touched her shoulder. "Are you all—"