I left for home none the wiser, and puzzled over what could be going on. Even when Yvonne showed up at my place again, I was unable to get anything from her. And I wasted all of her time trying to figure out what was going on, not getting any sex at all on that visit.
When I tried to question Yvonne, all I got was that she didn't know what I was talking about. I got to thinking that dad must have been right, this girl was as dumb as a stump.
I made a point to stop at dad's one evening, and she was there, as hospitable as always, and giving no sign that I had fucked her silly the previous afternoon. After the reaming I gave her then, her cunt had to be still itchy.
Dad was proud as punch of her, and so he must have been getting some of her too, despite what mom had told me about him. Whenever I saw them together, his hands were all over her, and it sure looked like she enjoyed it. I wondered how what I was seeing could be reconciled with what my mother had told me about dad not being able to get it up anymore. Sure Yvonne had told me she wanted more than what dad was giving her. There didn't seem to be any real answer to either question, or at least one that was apparent to me.
I went home completely baffled. What the hell I thought, if everybody is happy, including myself, why worry about it if Yvonne had multiple personalities. I had read about some cases like that, and just hoped that she could keep it all together and not hurt my parents if she got caught in the act.
But then I got thinking, maybe that was a mistake. Dad told me that Yvonne was crazy about man meat, and she wasn't interested in the girls. Then mom tells me that she is dynamite with the girls but not interested in boys.
"You can't have it both ways!" I said out loud, surprising myself. I had known a couple of girls that were bi, sort of, but had never heard of one that was truly bisexual.
In the meantime, I was getting Yvonne at least a couple of times a week. While it certainly wasn't a love match, it did take care of my sexual needs, indeed her sex was probably the best I had ever had. I really looked forward to her visits.
Despite my resolving to not worry about what was going on with Yvonne, I just couldn't help thinking about her. I had no romantic feelings towards her, but I just couldn't put my experiences with her together with what dad and mother had told me about her. And what was there about this snapping pussy thing?
I thought the best way to find out would be to ask her, at least she should know what dad was talking about, but then dad was not very complimentary when it came to her I.Q.
The next time I was fucking her, I asked what dad had meant about her having a snapping pussy. At first, I though that I had asked the wrong question because she just stopped fucking. Then she squeezed my cock with her cunt. It didn't hurt, but you could really feel her squeezing my cock, it was really tight. She told me that some women can do that naturally, but almost any woman could probably learn to do it in time.
After that, she put the squeeze on me, so to speak, a couple of times. It was just another useful erotic act in Yvonne's bag of sexual tricks.
Yvonne stopped by my place one morning. That was unusual in itself, but there was more to it than that. She had been coming over to my place for quite some time now, but this time it seemed like everything was strange to her. I knew what she liked, she knew what I liked and she knew where things were, but this time she didn't seem to have a clue about any of that.
Even the sex was different somehow. Usually she would want me to perform oral sex on her, but this time all she wanted was pecker in the pussy sex. But she was still one sexy little baggage that didn't waste much time getting what she wanted.
I was really curious about what was going on, not so much with myself, but what about her relationship with mom and dad? I asked her some pretty pointed questions, but it seemed that she had no idea what I was talking about.
It seemed strange that neither mom or dad had ever mentioned her coming to my place or anything about her entertaining me in her sure fire way. From what she had told me, I could see that mom or dad might be a little sketchy on the details, but surely they would have some idea about what was going on.
But apparently they didn't, every time I visited either one of them, Yvonne was there and everybody was happy as can be.
On top of that, Yvonne started visiting me more often, morning, afternoon or evening, and she was always horny! I had no way of knowing how much sex she was getting from either dad or mom, but I can sure tell you she was getting more than enough from me. It was getting so that I wasn't looking forward to her visits as much as I had been earlier.
On her first visit Yvonne gave me a blow job and then she fucked me. Now, her visits tended to be me going down on her, licking her cunt, or maybe giving her a severe finger fucking to get her off, usually in a wild series of orgasms.
A couple of times I ended up ass fucking her, but that really wasn't her style. It seemed that she wanted fast and furious sex. Don't get me wrong, she enjoyed taking it up the dirt chute and she came like gang busters, but it just took longer.
Then I didn't see anything of Yvonne for a couple of weeks. Every time I visited one of my parents, she was there and as hospitable as usual, but there was just no way that I could get anything out of her.
I figured that Yvonne must have found herself another fuck toy to keep her satisfied, and felt sure that she wasn't going to tell me about it.
I kind of accidently ran into mom downtown on her way home from work, and invited her for a coffee. Finally I brought the subject of our conversation around to Yvonne and mom was as enthusiastic as ever. What I couldn't understand was that mom was making her out to be a live in lover, not the part time lover I imagined she would have to be.
All I could find out from mom was that she loved her job, and ditto her apartment. It sounded like Yvonne added the spice to her life. Although mom didn't actually say so, it sounded like her girlfriend Marge and maybe even others were getting together evenings. It didn't sound to me that they were getting together for garden parties, and I remembered that mom had told me that Yvonne was dynamite with the girls, particularly noting the plural this time.
The next morning I got a visit from Yvonne. My batteries had been recharged after two weeks without sex. As soon as she could, she flopped herself down on the bed and pulled me down on top of her in the missionary position.
The minute my pubic hair hit hers, she went wild. I had trouble hanging on to her, she was that wild. I have no idea how many orgasms she had, but I gave up after I had my second, without being able to take my cock out of her cunt. She was off to the bathroom to have a piss and clean herself up from all of my cum. Then she gave me a quick kiss and was gone.
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I was really surprised when Yvonne paid me another visit late that afternoon. This time she didn't want to fuck, she wanted me to eat her pussy. After bringing her to orgasm a couple of times, I began finger fucking her, and when I got three fingers into her fuck hole, I started on her clit with my thumb. That drove her crazy.
No, I didn't go out and buy a Sherlock Holmes hat or one of those silly curved pipes they used to smoke way back then, but this Yvonne thing was beginning to bother me. I knew something had to be going on, but damned if I could figure out what it was.
I was determined to find out what was going on, and so I started calling on my parents during the evening. It was not easy to dream up some reason that sounded at least reasonable, but I managed to find something.
Every evening that I visited my dad's place, Yvonne was there, and she couldn't do enough for me. She was visiting me often enough now that I didn't have to worry about getting a hard on every time, either, as long as I didn't let my mind wander too far.
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