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Gosalyn's Gambit	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 4403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 – EXPLORATION AND EXPERIMENTATION
May, a slow month for crime, it was really just the lull between two peaks actually. April and Easter saw the likes of the Eggsecutor, The Bunny Gang and a mild outgrowth of Bushroot. They could look forward to the likes of Liquidator and Megavolt pulling some hijinx to kick the summer off but May was just normal; which meant slow patrols. Slow patrols meant well little 'side adventure'. Tonight's adventure was 'Heavy Petting'.
The stairwell of Renegade Arcade was the location of choice tonight, one of the larger arcades and entertainment complexes. Three floors, four if you counted the basement. At night, it was as quiet as can be, well with the exception of the fifty or so arcade machines running in demo mode. The stairwell due to the mandatory soundproofing and a quirk of acoustics were quiet. You could hear the machines but the always seemed further away, so on those firm concrete steps, the loudest sounds were the pants and moans of two teenaged crime fighters.
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She was fifteen now and puberty, well puberty had been a little stingy: "Once a tomboy always a tomboy". She never developed the bust size or the hip-swell of her peers, her build leaning towards the 'very athletic'; which she was sure was just code for 'flat'. Not that Honker minded. His hands were very happy as they roamed over Gosalyn’s athletic thighs and the lack of 'pillows' did not stop him from burying his face in the feathery ruff of his friend's chest. Darkwing, her father, had been rather pleased with that since he was not looking forward to the nightmare of his daughter becoming a buxom siren overnight. He would have a conniption of course if he ever figured out that while puberty had not been generous in her physical blessings it had been very generous with her libido.
Honker, on the other hand, was exceptionally happy about it. He was still the nerdy, somewhat shy kid though. Training may have given him a somewhat wiry build and puberty had given him a generous growth spurt, he was still shy about things, which was okay since much like tonight, Gosalyn took the lead. She was the one on top figuratively, and in tonight's case, literally, rocking and grinding as down as she straddled lap. The steady motion caused her costume's skirt to hike and bunch around her upper thighs leaving Honker's eager hands a lot of toned, golden skin roam over.
That costume was quite a sight. The colours would vary, based on the season and environment if she knew ahead of time. Tonight she wore the classic; a Robin Hood style affair. Green tunic, flameproof and layered with light grade body armour. The tunic was long and belted at the waist to make a skirt as well Said skirt hem stopped 3 inches above her knees. The heavy weave of the armour kept the hem well weighted. Originally, she had worn leggings beneath the skirt but recently she switched to a leotard, not unlike a one-piece swimsuit. The colour again varied with the rest of the outfit; usually a slightly darker shade of green than her tunic. A little risqué but she won her father over by saying,
"Dad, any perv busy looking up my skirt won't see the pepper gas arrow."
Honker, of course, was exempt from such consequences. He loved that leotard, and not just because of how it felt now.
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Her skirt had hiked and bunched at her hips, his pants were around his knees and the dura-weave fabric of the leotard was pressing against him in a most intimate manner. Gosalyn had one simple rule for their little games. Nothing goes 'in' and Stop means Stop, but normally it was just normal petting, some groping and fondling. Tonight though was something else. She was rocking herself slowly against him. Pressing and stroking the fabric of the leotard along the length of his stiffened prick. Back and forth, her weight grinding and rocking, his face buried against her chest to muffle his moans against the fabric.
"I-I'm g-gonna..." he tried to finish the sentence but it was beyond him now.
He could swear he was feeling the outline of her cunt through that fabric. It felt so warm, so slick, so... Honker lost it. He wanted the experience to last a bit longer but soothe crotch of Gosalyn’s leotard was smeared with sticky adolescent seed.
She did not mind. Honker was the only boy around whom she could actually be herself. Just seeing the effect she had on the poor boy, especially on nights like this, always made her more than a little wet; the fact that she stopped wearing panties under the leotard also helped there. The fabric would rub her intimately at odd times during the evening and night and now it was Honker's cum-slicked dick that was pressing the fabric up and a little between those young, feathery nether lips of hers.
He came, that was for sure, but that almost never diminished his raging erection. Things did not settle until after the second blast, which she was well on her way t to coaxing from him.
"Jumped the gun a little there Honk-man'" she teased.
Her hand was working its way down his chest and over his abs. Then her gloved hand was around him. Her weight had slid back some, half off his lap now. All the better to see what she was doing.
Not the first time she had held her friend like this. The tenth time, to be truthful, and his hand had been in her pants as many times, if not more. Tonight what interested her was the shaft. Not the swollen bell shaped head of the shaft, that most sensitive of pleasure zones on a male body. No, she focussed her attentions on that throbbing shaft. With each caress, she studied Honker's reaction, every change in breathing, every twitch, and every groan. She tenderly traced every vein from root to head and back, then she squeezed and stroked along it, leaning in to get as close a look as she could. The dark-pink flesh throbbed, turgid, but still pliant. She deliberately refrained from touching the head; that would end things far too soon. Then the gloves came off.
Honker knew the rules, but tonight was different. The way she was teasing his cock, avoiding the most sensitive areas; the way she leaned over, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath. There had been dreams that started like this, dreams that made for embarrassing wet spots in his bedclothes; so, he bent one of the rules, just a little. One hand went to the top of her head, playing with her ponytail. The other pushed down on her shoulder.
"P-please just a l-little”...he moaned.
He felt her shoulders tighten, felt her press back against his hand. His hopes didn't just sink; they plummeted, especially when he realized he might have ended the night's play. 'Stupid greedy...'
His internal beration ceased, in spectacular fashion, by the brush of his friend and partner’s beak against his cock; first the shaft, then the throbbing head. Right, then and there Honker came for the second time that night. His Moan mingled with Gosalyn's rather irritated 'GAKK!"
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"Honker! A little Warning before you do that!" Gosalyn was not pleased, not one bit.
The splash of cum had hit her dead in the face. She felt the way Honker's hand settled on her head. She had seen enough magazines to know what Honker was hoping for, what he wanted; Launchpad was good at hiding the ones he kept but not very good at hiding the ones he threw out. She had recoiled at the thought reflexively but then she decided to, at least, try it. It would be good practice. She brought her beak closer, and let the dark pink flesh rub against it. Down the shaft, then back up, nudging the head, holding her breath the first time but she allowed herself to breath in the scent after. She did not find it unpleasant, just 'different'. When her beak brushed the throbbing head the second time, Honker lost it. She knew the telltale twitches and was able to pull back and close her eyes. He usually lasted a bit longer the second go around. She barely registered his "S-Sorry! I couldn’t...” apology, what was holding her attention was that he was still hard as a rock.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." she checked her watch. Their time was up.
They had been hanging around the arcade for 15 minutes now.
"We've got to going before Dad blows a gasket." She was already on her feet and getting her costume back in order. Skirt tugged down, hat on, and gear in place. Honker took a little longer. She could understand that, she didn't really want to stop the night's session so she could imagine how he felt.
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Honker was indeed a little dejected. She mentioned her father and he knew that was true enough but he couldn't help but think that maybe it was also punishment for giving her an impromptu facial. "Next time, give me a warning before you blow." he heard her say as she made her way up the stairs to the roof; his spirits soared like an Atlas rocket. "Next time..." there would be a 'Next Time'. Thinking about that did not make getting his pants up any easier neither did the half peek he took up Gosalyn's legs.
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