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Chris cums into his own	By : thebogeyman Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 61650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chris cums into his own
Chapter 4
"We're home sweetheart."
Chris folded the paper and looked up. "Holy cow! Are any stores going to be open tomorrow, or will they have to close until they have a chance to restock?
"It's not that much, smartass." Lois walked over and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Thank you honey, for reminding me that I have a wonderful daughter. We had so much fun today. I'm going to put this stuff in her room and be right back."
Meg trailed behind her, equally laden with bags, and rushed over to kiss him as well. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You were totally right about mom. We had a blast together."
"Wait a second, something's not right here. Meg, how many fingers am I holding up."?
"Very funny. Mom got me contacts, and if that's an invitation I'll have to take a rain check. I'm still a little sore from last night."
"Well you look great," he said, lowering his middle finger. "Are you wearing makeup?"
"Uh huh. Mom helped me before we went shopping. Do you think it's too much?"
"No, it's perfect, just enough to set off your eyes. And it's even better now that I'm not looking at them through those coke bottles."
"Do you think that you'll have time to shave my pubes tonight? Some of the things we bought won't look right with all the hair I've got."
"I've got time now."
"Sorry. I need to get to the library before it closes."
"Shucks. I was hoping for a fashion show after seeing all these bags."
“I’ll show you tonight, but I’ve got to fly.”
Lois passed Meg on the stairs and plopped down on the couch beside him. “Have you two been shopping all day? You look tired.”
“Exhausted, and my feet are killing me. We stopped for lunch, and I got to sit for an hour at the optometrist, but other than that we’ve been going all day.”
“Scoot over and stretch out and I’ll see what I can do for your little footsies."
“Thank you, sweetheart, you're so good to me. I just need a few minutes and then I’ll start dinner. Why don't you tell me what's happened to you?”
"Meg's going to be leaving soon so let's wait. But speaking of Meg, I asked you not to go overboard on her wardrobe. How much did all that stuff cost?"
"Just a few hundred. You were right, her closet was even more boring than mine was." Early in the week Chris had told her how tired he was of seeing her in her “uniform”, and if he ever saw her in a green shirt and tan pants again he might just go insane. Since then her clothing choices had been much more interesting. "I know that the two million won't last forever, but I didn't think we'd have to be careful this soon."
Shortly after Peter's death, Lois had been such a mess that he had taken over the household expenses. "Well out of the two million we're down to two point four, so yeah, time to tighten the old belts."
"Wait, are you saying that you made four hundred thousand dollars in three months?"
"It's closer to seven hundred, but there were the usual expenses, and I've got a quarter million sitting and waiting for the Costa Rican coffee and banana crops to come in. If the rains did as much damage as I expect we should double our money on that one."
"You've been gambling in the commodities market? Honey, that's very risky."
"It's risky if you don't know what you're doing, but I found a course on the Internet, and talked to grandpa. If you do the research and avoid long shots you can limit the risk to nearly zero. I'm even thinking of writing a book. 'How to earn a million dollars a year without trying'. Step one; have somebody give you two million dollars. What would you have done with it? Stick it in the bank at two percent?"
"I guess not. Where is the money? It's not all in commodities is it?"
"Oh no. I've got half a mil in mutual funds, a little over a mil in bonds, about four hundred K to play the market and commodities, and the rest in the bank for expenses and emergencies. I figure that once we get over three million it will be time to look into real estate. The vast majority of self-made millionaires did it with real estate."
“Ooooo, that looks good,” Meg exclaimed as she hurried down the stairs. “My feet hurt too. When are you going to rub mine?”
“Take a number and I’ll see when I can work you in.”
“Maybe after dinner. I should be back in about an hour mom.”
With a forearm across her eyes, Lois waved in the general direction of Meg’s voice. “Okay honey, dinner will be ready so don’t be late.”
As the door closed, Chris said, "I never realized how sexy your feet are. They make me want to grease em up and just go to town on them."
Lois chuckled and flexed her toes in his face. "Some other time, sweetheart. I need to know what happened to you."
"It probably wouldn't take that long. Wait, they're trying to tell me something." Switching to a high-pitched voice he said, "fuck us Chris. We're so tired of that pussy getting all the attention."
"Christopher!"
Oops, he'd brought the mom voice out of her. Not what he wanted to do. He set her foot in his lap and picked up the other to rub the tension out of it. "Sorry honey, I'm just playing. Okay, the adventures of Chris Griffin.
"What I told Meg was essentially the truth. With dad dead in his forties, I realized that I was probably heading for the same fate. I had to do better in school and lose the lard if I wanted to shape up and get into a decent collage. But there was a problem. The fat was easy. All that took was effort, but I was just smart enough to know that I wasn't very smart. I could study twenty four seven and I wouldn't understand the material any better than I already did.
"Then one day I was going through the classifieds and I saw a little ad. They were looking for test subjects to try a new memory enhancement drug. I figured that that might do the trick. In school, you don't have to understand the material, you just have to be able to remember well enough to repeat it back to them at test time."
"Chris, you didn't go to the same..."
"Yep, it was the same clinic that turned dad gay.
"Oh Chris, how could you? Anything might have happened with those Bozos."
"You have no idea how right you are to call them Bozos. They're incredibly unprofessional. It's a miracle that they get anything right. I'm probably lucky that I didn't end up sucking dick for three weeks like dad.
"Of coarse, as you've already noticed, they did get something right this time. There were fifty of us, and they put us through a series of tests. It was a double blind, so half of us would get the drug, and half would get a placebo. They gave us all a pill and sent us home, telling us to be back tomorrow at the same time.
"I got a glimpse of things to come that night when I did my homework. I opened up my algebra book and it suddenly made sense. I blew straight through the twenty-five problems, and when I looked in the back of the book. I had every one of them right. That had never happened before. I looked at that perfect sheet, and then ripped it up and filled out another one with just eight correct."
"Why would you do that? I thought the whole reason you were doing this was to improve your grades."
"You'll understand better once I get to the end. So, I went back the next day, and as I looked around, it was obvious to me which of us had got the drug and who hadn't. It's hard to explain, but there was something in the eyes. They couldn't test everyone at once, so I went over and had a chat with one of them. It was a little awkward at first, one of the side effects seems to be a slight paranoia, but we figured out that we both had the same experience and felt the same way it. These Bozos couldn't have control of a human intelligence enhancer. I suggested that we all get together somewhere that night, so we split up and went to cautiously speak to some of the others. We didn't want to be blatant about it; we didn't know how closely we were being watched. So I retook the tests, being careful not to do any better than the day before, swallowed my pill when they gave it to me, and left.
"We all met up at a park on the outskirts of town. Again everybody seemed afraid to speak, so I moved to the center of the group, introduced myself, and told them how I felt. I talked for about five minutes, and when I was done I asked for a show of hands to see if they agreed with my plan. It was unanimous, and there were a lot of smiles now that we all knew that we weren't alone. You see, each and every one of us had botched their second set of tests on purpose, and no one wanted these guys to have this drug without us knowing what they planned to do with it. I asked if there was anyone with an idea on how we should proceed, and this mousy, little blonde stepped forward.
"Susan wasn't much to look at, but she didn't have to talk very long before we all realized that this was a serious brain. She told us that she had a one twenty I.Q., and she'd had a one twenty I.Q since she was eleven. But when she gave herself a test last night, it registered at one forty. That's the low end of genius in case you're wondering. She laid out what she thought we needed to do, and then turned to me with a shy little smile. I guess by speaking up first, I had nominated myself as leader for our little group.
"I asked for someone with computer skills, and Marcos stepped forward. He said that he'd been hacking computers since he was nine. I volunteered to go since I was a minor, and we had our intel gathering team. He and I agreed to meet in a theater parking lot near the clinic at eleven, and Susan got six more volunteers to circle the area with their cell phones. They would warn us if any cops or security came by."
"Chris, I can't believe this. You've always been such a good boy. Now you're breaking and entering?"
"Hold it for the end of the story, Lois. I'm going to give you a few more reasons to be angry and disappointed by the time I'm done. So we made our way over to the clinic, pulling on ski masks when we got close. It would look suspicious if anyone saw us, but we were more concerned about cameras. None of us had seen one, but the damn things are so small these days that it's hard to be sure. Marcos grew up in a rough neighborhood, so picking the lock was a piece of cake, and we were in. We needed to know if all the research was here at the clinic. If we had to steal it from multiple locations it was going to take a lot more planning, and involve much more risk.
"All the lap tops were where we had seen them earlier in the day, which was a good sign, so Marcos popped one open and got to work. He was through the password in no time, and when the start screen popped up he laughed and called me over. Right across the screen, in big, bold letters it said, 'This computer is the property of Megacorp. It and all data to stay on site'.
"So that was good news, but we couldn't just take their word for it. Marcos started poking around and gave me the password so I could check one of the others. We did have one scare. My phone buzzed and Paul told me that security was in the parking lot. We shut off our lights and then we both thought of something. Neither of us had checked the front door. We knew that we had locked the back behind us, but if those idiots had left the front open we were screwed. We held our breath, and let out quiet sighs when we heard the knob jiggle. We heard the back door jiggle, and a couple minutes later we got the all clear from Emily.
"I wasn't much help with the computer, but I did find an address for Megacorp. Marcos got the home addresses of the researchers, and all the data on Elephant. That's what they called our drug, I guess because and elephant never forgets. We downloaded it all onto a USB drive and got the hell out of there. Marcos said that there was no sign of video surveillance in the computer, but we still kept our masks on until we were in the shadows and headed back to the theater.
"The next day everything was normal so we figured that there really was no surveillance. We took our tests, swallowed our pills, and met again at the park to talk about what we knew. Susan believed that the second pill was considerably less effective than the first, and she expected that that trend would continue with each subsequent pill. We were scheduled to take seven pills on seven consecutive days, so it was decided that we would go in and take all their research after number six."
"You stole their research? Chris, that represented a lot of time, and who knows how much money to someone."
"You're right. Remember Megacorp? It turned out to be a dummy corporation so we traced it back to another dummy, and another, and another, until we finally got to the real owner behind the clinic. Would you care to guess what local corporation is behind these lunatics experimenting on human beings?"
"No! It couldn't be daddy's corporation could it?"
"Yep, the oh so noble Pewterschmidt Enterprises. How's that announcement coming that grandpa promised you about the cancer cure? You know, the group was seriously pissed off when I told them about that."
Lois gnawed her lip and then looked back up at him. "Well, I guess that he deserves this. So you guys broke back in and took their research on the memory pill?"
"Oh no, that would look suspicious and tell them that maybe they were onto something. What we did was go in with a couple of lap tops with monster hard drives and download everything they had on all their projects. Then we ran all their computers over a demagnetizer, and then busted them up just in case. We trashed the place and spray painted slogans all over the walls. You know, stuff like, 'fur is murder', and 'animals have rights too', to make it look like some group of animal rights whack jobs were behind it. The irony is that these guys never did animal experiments. They just mixed up some Frankenstein concoction and gave it to people."
"So what are you going to do now? Are you going to make the memory pill public?" Lois asked.
"Not now, and maybe not ever. We plan to steal the cancer cure, and if it was tested properly, we'll market that. That should give us enough cash to start our own research facility."
"But if you're going to sell the cancer cure, why not the brain pill?"
"Several reasons. First of all it wasn't tested. For all we know we're all going to drop dead tomorrow."
"WHAT?"
"Don't worry, it's highly unlikely, but that's why you test on mice. You can run through several generations of those little suckers very quickly. Susan is working on that right now. She's working on becoming a doctor. That's why she was at the clinic; to earn a little cash and see how a human trial worked.
"That leads into another reason not to release it; possible side effects. I already told you that we all feel just a bit paranoid, but we also seem a little indifferent towards the fate of individuals that we don't know. It's like if a busload of kids drove off a bridge and it killed everyone it wouldn't bother me at all. Thousands of people I don't know die every day. So what?
"It's different with people that I know. I feel incredibly loyal and trusting towards the twenty-four other members of our group, and I've never loved you, Meg, and even Stewie more than I do now. These things are kind of subjective, and without a baseline of how we felt before the pills, it's had to quantify. But the biggest reason not to take it public is a side effect that we aren't even sure is real yet. The drug seems like it might have some kind of rejuvenation property to it."
"Rejuvenation? What, did all of you feel better or something?
"It's more than that, and remember that all we have are couple of observations with no data to back it up. At our meeting after the third pill, Jake came forward and asked us to look at his scalp. He had a full head of hair that was completely gray, except for his roots. His roots were as red as yours. He also told us that he woke up with a hard on that morning, the first time in at least ten years, and that the wrinkles on his face and hands seemed to be disappearing. I didn't really know him yet, but some of the others claimed that they noticed it."
"Does that mean that you're all getting younger?"
"Too early to tell. It could just be a coincidence, however unlikely that may seem. It might be a purely cosmetic effect. That would be relatively harmless and wouldn't stop us from releasing the drug. But if it does extend life, and we can't separate that effect from the brain effect, then it will never see the light of day. Even if all the pill did was increase intelligence, we still might not share it with the world. Imagine if everybody was suddenly a genius. In the words of Ted Knight in Caddy Shack, 'the world needs ditch diggers too'. Do you think that Albert Einstein would want to crawl under our house to unclog a drain? Maybe if we can make robots to do all the menial labor we could release it and everyone could just do what they want, like build faster than light space craft and create great works of art, but until then we can't make everyone smart."
"But sweetheart, think of all the suffering you could end. Dying of old age is a terrible thing."
"It would replace that suffering with a whole new kind of suffering. In China and India they're already knee deep in people. Imagine a world where every woman remains fertile for a hundred, or two hundred, or a thousand years. There are already seven billion people on this planet. How many more can it support? If we could build space ships and start colonizing the galaxy it would be okay, but as long as were trapped on this one world, immortality without sterilizing the population would be a disaster."
"Do you think you're immortal?"
"Again, we just don't know. That's really unlikely, but what has me worried is, what if I don't age anymore? I was looking forward to my twenties, and I sure as hell don't want to get any younger. Reverse puberty would be a nightmare. Anyway, it's all speculation until we can do the testing.
"To wrap up the story, we went in the next day and acted shocked when we saw all the damage we'd done. The researchers told us that they couldn't give us our final dose and therefore we weren't going to be paid. But when they realized that they had fifty irate test subjects that had done everything they'd been asked, they busted out the cash and paid us off. So now that you know the story so far, what do you think of your juvenal delinquent son?" Her eyes softened for a moment. It was the first time that he had acknowledged their parental relationship in a week. But then her eyes filled with fire. He knew that look, and he loved that look. It meant that something fun was about to happen.
"I had no idea that I was sleeping with a bad boy."
"I'm a bad boy huh," Chris thought. "Okay, time to be a bad boy." Giving her his best scowl, he said, "Damn straight I'm a bad boy. I don't play by nobodies rules except my own, and rule number one is bitches suck cock. Get your ass over here."
Lois sprang off the couch and hurried between his legs. "Lift your ass, baby."
Chris raised his hips, but just enough that she still had to struggle. "Hurry up, slut. If my dick isn't in your mouth in five seconds you're going to feel the back of my hand."
She yanked his pants and underwear off and tossed them across the room as she fell to her knees, taking his cock between her lips well ahead of the deadline. She sucked, licked and stroked, quickly bringing him to full staff. As soon as it was hard, down her throat it went. He hadn't asked if she really enjoyed deep throating or was just doing it for his enjoyment. It was probably both. As she bobbed her head, he couldn't help noticing that she wasn't going all the way down. She had proven on several occasions that she could take it all, so there must be some reason, and when he realized what it was he shook his head and grabbed a handful of hair. "Take it all bitch," he snarled, forcing her nose into his pubic hair. "I want my whole dick sucked, not just the tip."
Lois gagged and struggled ineffectively as he jammed his cock down her throat. "She really gets into this shit," Chris thought. By this time he knew that she had no trouble handling his girth. This was all a show for his benefit. He shoved her down a few more times and then pulled her off with her hair. "That's enough. Let's hope you're better with that hole between your legs then you are with your mouth."
She looked up at him with pleading eyes and spit dripping off her chin. "Please let me finish. I know I can do better, and I really want to swallow your load."
"I don't recall asking what you want. Stand on the couch so I can see if you're wet enough. I don't want you chaffing my dick any more than you already have with your teeth."
Lois stepped up on the couch and he steadied her with a hand on her thigh as he lifted her skirt. Moisture wouldn't be a problem. She was wet almost to her knees. It was times like this when his no underwear in the house policy really paid off. With her pussy this close, Chris couldn't resist getting a little taste. He licked from taint to clit and smacked his lips. "What a slut! You really enjoyed sucking my hog didn't you?"
"I love it. Please let me finish."
"If you cum before I do you can finish me with your mouth. Now get that sweet little pussy down here where it belongs." With one hand he held his cock straight while the other kept her skirt up so he could watch. "Move forward a little, you're going to miss me."
"I can't see with you holding my dress like that, lover."
"I know you can't see, that's why I told you to move your cunt forward a little. That's better, now come on down. Almost there, the shuttle is about to dock. As they came together he moved his cock back just a little and he was in.
Lois scrunched up her face and moaned as she slowly impaled herself. "Oh god, you're too big. Please baby, let me suck you off, I'll make it good for you. This thing is going to kill me."
"What a ham," Chris thought. He kept the smile off his face and put both hands on her shoulders. He was far enough into her that there was no danger of bending his dick, so he squeezed her shoulders and pushed down. It didn't take much force, as that was exactly what she wanted him to do, but she still cried out as their bodies came together.
"OOOowwWWW, oh god, I think I felt something tear."
Chris made a show of lifting her skirt and examining her pussy. "I don't see any blood. Now move that pretty little ass."
Groaning, Lois raised her ass and began to move. She kept up her complaints, and she actually had a tear in one eye. As he watched her performance Chris decided to try and get her back in the theater. She was a hell of an actress, and she needed some kind of activity outside of the family.
It wasn't long before her simulated groans of pain, turned into true moans of pleasure. She was just getting into it when... KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. "Hey Lois, I got tickets to the ballet. You like that faggy shit, right? You don't even have to change clothes, you look smokin' in that dress. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Come on Lois, open the door and stop playing hard to get. You know the Q man has everything you need. OH!"
Lois stopped and buried her face on his shoulder. "Why won't he leave me alone?"
Chris was not going to let that asshole ruin the mood. Time to change the scenario. "That's it," he said, pushing Lois off and onto the couch. I'm going to kick his ass and make him watch me fuck you."
"Chris, no!" she whispered. "You can't open the door like that."
He held a finger across his lips and locked the door as quietly as possible. That could have been uncomfortable. He stomped back to the couch with his arm out as if he was holding someone by the scruff of the neck. He cast his arm down and pointed at a spot on the floor. "Just lay there and bleed you piece of shit. If you move from that spot I'll break your other arm. Get up Lois."
"Chris, I don't think..."
"I said stand up bitch," he said, taking her hand and jerking her roughly to her feet. "I'm going to show him what he'll never have." He unzipped her dress but when he tried to pull it down she held it in place.
"Baby, don't let him see me naked."
"Alright, she's getting back into it," he thought. He gave her a firm swat on the ass and scolded her. "Lower your fucking arms and do as you're told or he's going to watch me spank your naked ass. Make me angry enough and I might even give you to him for a week or two."
"You wouldn't!" she cried, lowering her arms and letting the dress fall to the floor.
He pulled her away from the discarded garment and wrapped his arms around her from behind while keeping her facing the imaginary Quagmire. "No, I'd kill you before I shared you with anyone, and then I'd burn your body so this sick fuck couldn't dig you up and fuck your corpse.
"What do you think, Glen? Have you ever seen a more fuckable body? It's hard to pick her best feature, but I'm partial to this long, elegant neck. You'll never kiss this neck like I'm doing."
Lois moaned as he placed butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulder, and she moved his hands up to her tits. "Her tits are great, but you already knew that, but look at this belly!" he said, moving his right hand down her body. The bitch has dropped three kids and she has the belly of a super model, and her pussy is so tight even your little needle dick would touch the sides."
She groaned as he plunged a finger into her and brought it to her lips to give her a taste of her own juices. "He's seen me baby, I need you inside."
"Yeah, but now my dick is dry. You know what to do."
Lois grinned, but as she dropped to her knees Chris caught her under the arms and held her up. "Not like that. Legs straight, bend at the waist."
"But he's looking at me," Lois whined.
"And he's going to get an eyeful of that sweet ass. Now get my hog down your throat." As she swallowed his length, Chris reached over and spread her butt cheeks. “Look at how wet she is Glenn. This slut loves sucking cock. It’s just a shame you’ll never find out how good she is at it.”
Lois couldn’t believe that he was displaying her this way. She was frightened, humiliated, and incredibly turned on. With both hands on his stomach, she shoved with all her might, and watched him stumble back and fall onto the couch laughing. “You arrogant little whore. You’re going to pay for that.”
“So make me pay later. Right now I need that fat cock inside me.”
As she climbed onto the couch Chris stopped her. "No, turn around and face him."
"I don't want to look at him. He disgusts me."
"Then close your fucking eyes. He's going to have a front row seat when I split you open. He needs to see how hot I make you to understand that he'll never have you."
She tried to keep her legs together, but Chris moved her feet apart, displaying her to Quagmire's hungry gaze. Lois was too horny to stop now, so she closed her eyes and sank down on his cock, gasping as it rearranged her guts. With her eyes shut she could see Quagmire bleeding and drooling on her carpet as he stared at her cunt.
“Holy crap, look at him, Lois. Even with a broken arm he’s stroking his little weenie left-handed. I should go over and kick him in the balls, but you feel too good. If that bastard cums before you do I’m going to make you lick it up.”
“You…Can’t….do…..that.” Lois gasped as she hammered down on his schlong.
“The hell I can’t. I’ll drag you over there and rub your nose in it like a dog that pissed the rug. You’ll lick it up or wear it on your face, either way I'm sure Glen will enjoy watching that.”
Oh god, he'd do it. Rub my face in Quagmire's greasy little puddle and laugh as they both witnessed my degradation. She was nearly out of control as she pounded her pussy on Chris again and again. Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth, just in time, as a shriek ripped it's way out of her throat. Her body convulsed, but she threw Chris' hands off and fell to the floor. Still cumming, she took him into her mouth and sucked as if her life depended on it. The taste of pussy was strong in her mouth, which only added to her excitement.
There was nothing subtle or fancy about this blowjob. Both hands stroked the base as she worked the top with her lips and tongue. In what seemed like no time at all, she felt his balls tighten. Pulling back, she held the crown between her lips and circled his piss hole with her tongue. When the blast came the force was strong enough to push her tongue aside, and she whimpered as the hot, salty goodness filled her mouth and ran down her chin.
Chris watched with amusement as she swallowed his load and went back for any she'd missed. Once he was clean, she rubbed his cock across her nose and lips, looking completely content. Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her hair and asked, "How was that?"
She opened her eyes and smiled beautifully up at him. "Wonderful. We've talked a little about role-playing, but how did you know what I wanted? Those pills you took don't let you read minds do they?"
"Come here." Once she was comfortably curled up in his lap, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "I don't need to read your mind. You told me what you wanted."
"But I didn't say anything."
"Sure you did. You gave me that look and called me a bad boy. You've taught me to listen to my lover, what she says and what she doesn't say, and act accordingly."
"Thank you sweetheart."
"Honey, you never need to thank me for having sex with you."
"Not for that. For listening to me. You don't know how rare that is." She sighed happily and enjoyed the feel of his hands gently stroking her body. "So, was it fun for you?"
"Kinda, but I don't really like being that mean to you."
"You could have fooled me," Lois said with a laugh. "You threatened to kill me."
"No, I said that I'd kill you before I let Glen have you. When he showed up I had to include him in the scenario, that's when things got kind of brutal. Did I overdo it?"
Lois looked over her shoulder at the empty spot on the floor and shivered, slightly surprised that Quagmire wasn't there. "No, you were perfect. You painted such a vivid picture that I actually saw Glen laying there bleeding."
"Of coarse you did. Everyone knows that all women are crazy."
"Hey!"
"Relax, it's nothing bad. Haven't you ever seen the crazy chick graph? The bottom of the chart is the level crazy, and the side of the chart is how hot she is. There's a diagonal line in the graph, showing that the hotter the chick, the more bonkers she is. Based on that it's obvious that you're totally bat shit crazy. You hide it well by the way."
"Thanks...I think," she said with a chuckle. "So if you didn't like being mean, does that mean you don't want to do this again?"
"Not at all. Sex with you is always incredible. I love your body, and I love making it cum. Every orgasm I have seems better than the last, but at the end of the day, I think I like this part best. Having a happy, well-satisfied Lois in my arms is what really makes me happy. You're practically purring, and if it takes acting like an asshole once in awhile to keep you happy I'm all for it. I might need something a little more gentle tonight though, to cleanse my palate so to speak."
"You're going to make some lucky girl very happy some day."
"I thought I was making a certain girl very happy now," he thought. But he had only been at it for a week. Lois had shown him her study plan for sex one oh one and it would take at least three months to work through it, and that was if he didn't slow things down with unnecessary questions and faked clumsiness. He also had gone out and purchased a book on the Kama Sutra. If he insisted that they go through every position, that would add more months to the curriculum. Some of those pictures made it look like you would need a week of stretching just to have a chance of doing them. No, he still had time to show her that he was the one that would make her happy long term.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he gave her a pat on the butt and said, "Speaking of making someone happy. Aint it time you got that pretty little ass out in the kitchen and rustled me up some vittles? Fightin' and fuckin' is hungry work!"
Lois laughed and got up to retrieve her dress. "Whatever you say Max. Just don't hit me no more."
"Max? Oh, I get it. That does sound better than evil Chris."
"Yeah, whenever I hear that name I think of a tough guy. It's also the name I gave your cock because if it was any bigger I wouldn't be able to take it. I think I bruised myself a little as it is."
"Okay, anytime you're in the mood for it call me Max and I'll rough you up a bit. I'll even try to come up with something so you don't have to do all the work."
"That sounds wonderful honey. Can you zip me please?" As he slowly raised her zipper she asked, "And could you do something else for me? Would you go over and ask Quagmire to leave me alone. Nothing I say seems to have any effect. Maybe he will respect you more then he does me."
"You want Max to go over and have a word with him?"
"No, I want Chris to ask him nicely to go away and leave us alone. If you beat him up the police will get involved and things could get ugly. Will you do that for me honey, please?"
"Of coarse, but I don't expect it to do any good. Maybe we could get a restraining order or something."
"He would have to do something threatening for me to get a restraining order, and even if I did, all a restraining order does is give the police another charge once the bastard kills a woman. Peter used to tell me stories about Quagmire drugging women and having his way with them. It used to make me so angry that he was allowed to treat women like that, but he and Peter thought it was hilarious. I'm really scared that he might pull something like that on me."
Chris turned her around and hugged her tight. "Never. I'll never allow him to hurt you in any way."
"I appreciate that honey, but you can't be here all the time."
As he held her shivering body in his arms he vowed, one way or another, Glen Quagmire would leave his woman alone. "I'll talk to him. You shouldn't be afraid in your own home."
"Thank you sweetheart. Now I better get dinner ready, Meg will be home soon." As she stepped away she said, "God, I'm really a mess down there but I don't have time to clean up and make dinner. You know, when all this goo dries I'm going to need someone with strong hands to help me scrub it off. Do you know anybody that would be willing to do that?"
He almost said that he was sure that Quagmire would be happy to do it, but she was genuinely frightened. Instead, he said, "I'll have to check my schedule, but I can probably work you in." It looked like he had a busy evening ahead. Clean up Lois, shave Meg and eat her clam, watch her fashion show and make love to Lois. But first the unpleasant job of talking to Quagmire. He pulled on his clothes and headed for the door.
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"Hey Chris, what are you doing here? Did your mom send you to tell me she's ready to ride the Quagmire? It's an E ticket and I've never had any complaints, giggity, giggity."
"No Mr. Quagmire, she sent me to ask you to leave her alone. She says that you sicken her, and there's no way she'll ever go out with you. If you could just stop bothering her I'd really appreciate it."
"Still playing hard to get huh? I've seen the way she's been dressing lately. She's obviously back on the market, and I've got my shopping list all made out, OOHH!"
"Please Mr. Quagmire. You've had plenty of women, just forget about my mom. I'll get a restraining order if I have to."
"Are you kidding? Do you know how many women I've banged after they took out restraining orders on me? More then you'll fuck in your entire life. I've wanted your mom since the first time I saw her, and I'm gonna get her. Hey, if you're a good boy I'll even let you watch. It'd do you good to see how a real man treats a woman."
Crap, it looked like everyone knew how useless restraining orders were. "Okay Mr. Quagmire, just remember that I tried asking nicely. You will leave my mom alone, one way or another."
"You threatening me boy?
"No, I understand that threatening you won't accomplish anything."
"Damn straight. I see you've gotten yourself in shape and probably think you can take old Mr. Quagmire, but I'm a Navy man. We eat little punks like you for breakfast. Now go home and tell your mommy to shave her snatch. I like a full Brazilian."
"I'll be sure and do that," Chris told the door that just slammed in his face. He pulled out his phone as he slowly walked home. "Hey Marcos, it's Chris. You gonna be home tomorrow, I've got a problem..... Good guess. He's worse than ever and I've got to handle him before something bad happens.... Perfect. I'll stop by on my way to school. I've got some ideas, but I want to bounce them off of you before I act.... Okay, thanks buddy, I'll see you tomorrow."
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"Ready for bed, sweetheart?"
Lois looked up from the couch and smiled. "Sure, I've seen this movie before, I was just waiting for you. Is Meg going to be joining us tonight?"
"No. She's still sore between the legs, and the rest of her is sore from her first workout. I gave her a massage and she's sleeping like a baby. It's just you and me beautiful, and I must say that you look as sexy in that as in any of your lingerie."
"This? It's just my old Patriots jersey." She got up off the couch and stretched. As she reached for the ceiling the hem rose up, exposing her fiery muff and the soft curve of her ass. She held the pose longer then necessary, enjoying his hungry gaze. She had felt old and used up with Peter. He was constantly pointing out that she didn't look the same as when she was eighteen, but with Chris she was young and fresh, someone to be admired and lusted after. "And why don't you ever give me a massage."
"Because every time I see you naked all I can think about is getting my dick in you. Tell you what. You can have sex or a massage, your choice."
"Can't I have both?"
"You greedy little bitch," he said, taking her in his arms. "First of all I have to get up early tomorrow. And second, if I give you a proper massage you'll be snoring like Meg by the time I'm done."
"I don't snore!"
"Yes you do. You do these little snorts when you're on your back. It's really cute."
"I think you're lying, but whatever. Turn around stud, I want a piggyback ride."
Chris turned and she hopped up on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck while he reached back and cupped her ass. Her cheeks were warm in his hands and he could already feel her moisture on his fingertips. "So what's it going to be little girl, sex or massage?"
"Do you really need to ask?"
"No, I guess not."
As they ascended the stairs, Lois asked, "So what will it be tonight? We could finish up the cunnilingus lesson. You're already better than any man I've been with, but I've had a few women that make you look like an amateur."
"It's good to have a goal to strive for. Grab a towel."
Lois snagged a towel from the pile on the dresser and spread it out on the bed when he got her close enough. She dropped to the floor and Chris turned to pull the jersey up and over her head, then reached up and tussle her hair. She knew that he liked to see her a little disheveled, and it turned her on to know how much she turned him on. Her heart was pounding, and she watched him undress as she crawled backwards up on the bed. "You still haven't told me what you want to do."
Chris licked his palm and stroked his hard cock. "I thought tonight would be a good night to review a previous lesson."
"Very good Chris. Can you tell me why you just put saliva on your penis?"
"Rule number one. Never touch a pussy with a dry finger or cock. Although Max didn't lick his finger before he jammed it into you today, did he?"
"There are exceptions to every rule, and Max isn't the kind of man that cares if he causes his woman a little discomfort. You did that perfectly."
Lois opened her legs to welcome him as he crawled up onto the bed. "The lesson that we'll be reviewing tonight is the missionary position with lots of kissing."
She moaned and arched her back as he entered her, and then locked her ankles behind his hips when he bottomed out. "Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want."
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