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#4 of Roger That!

A little short, but I figured it was better than nothing.


          Roger made it home from the

hospital and I prepared to move back to my place. It had been fun, and I was

already thinking of ways of connecting with Marie. That was when I got hit by

one more surprise.

"Mike, do you think we can talk you

into staying a few more days?'

My cock did a little happy dance in

my boxers. "Uh, I guess so. What's up?"

"We thought we'd take a few days

off before we both get back to our normal schedules. I mean, if you have things

to do, we completely understand. Roger seems like he's doing fine."

"So you're saying that you'd like

to take a few days off to rest?"

"More or less, yes. We thought we'd take advantage of the fact that you're already here, and we know we can depend on you to run things smoothly."

I was so happy I could have kissed

them both. "I think you deserve it. It's been rough for you guys the past week. Go!

I'm sure my mom and dad won't mind. I'll just bet they're enjoying the fact

that I'm not there with my music baring!"

So it was that they packed up and

drove two hours away to some bed and breakfast. Marie hit the reason for their

departure squarely on the head. "This will be the first time in forever that they can make

love without fear of waking us up!

"And that means you and I can get

in some more time together before I have to go home!"

She wiggled with excitement. "Yes

we can! And now Roger can join in!"

We were all sitting together in the

living room. He put up his hand to forestall the thought. "Oh no. The doctor

said I wasn't to do anything strenuous for six weeks, until this heals up.

You're out of luck Marie. You'll have to deal with Mike." He looked at me and

grinned.

I felt a little awkward being in

the middle of even such a mild argument like this one. "Guys, maybe I should

just chill?"

Roger stared me down. "No. It's cool.

I'm still in some pain and the hell if I'm going to break open my sutures doing

something I shouldn't." He looked to this sister. "Period!"

She stomped her feet and pouted.  I came up from behind and kissed the top of

her head. "He needs to rest Marie. Leave it be. He's right. You have me for

now. Or am I suddenly not good enough?"

She turned and kicked my shin.

"Don't be stupid! I was just teasing him. If I jumped into bed with you and

didn't give him a chance, he'd never forgive me!"

I looked at him. He smiled

sheepishly. "She's right. I'd hate to be thrown over so easily!"

"See!" She said, beaming with

pride. "He loves me a lot, but I think he does get tired of me once in a while.

He needs a real girlfriend, not his little sister banging on his door every

night."

"Is the door the only thing you're

banging of his?"

She stopped and stared at with with the funniest look on her face before falling to the floor laughing.

"You got me there! I didn't see that one coming." It was heartwarming to see

her with such a sense of humor. I had another play on words sitting on the tip

of my tongue, but I left it unsaid.

She took me by the hand. "He needs

to rest. I don't. Lets' go do something more fun than sitting here watching the

invalid slowly getting better." Roger stuck his tongue out at her.

She reacted to this display

unexpectedly. "Oh no! You said you weren't up to anything! But him..." She turned to me with a gleeful look in her eye. "You. Me. My bedroom. Now!"

"Yes ma'am," I said, saluting her.

We got to her room and she quietly closed

the door behind us. "Why" I asked.

"Because there is no need to make

him feel bad for what he's missing! And we are going to make so noise!" She said brightly. "I know he gets tired

of me, and I know he loves you a lot, so I don't think there is any point in

driving a wedge between all of us. I know that sounds sort of grown up, but I

really don't want there to be any hard feelings."

I knew she was being serious, but I

couldn't help but say, "No hard

feelings?"

She grabbed my cock through my pants.

"One hard feeling then."

She did a little somersault and

landed by her bed. "We're pulling the mattress on the floor. I don't think my bed

was made for rocking.'

"Problem?"

"Yeah, it's all loose and wobbly."

I snorted with amusement. "Better

the bed than you!"

She kicked me in the shin again.

"With you, if I ever get loose inside, I'd have to move up to a tiger for a

partner! As for wobbly, you can make me wobbly any day!"

I humored her and pulled her

mattress onto the floor. It wasn't such a bad idea. We did get into this pretty

heavily. She stripped down and wiggled her cute little ass at me, and again I

was taken in by that little stump of a tail. I normally like long slinky ones,

but for her diminutive size (compared to mine) it seemed perfect.

She pressed into me. "Are you going

to keep me waiting all day?" She rubbed my crotch, feeling the hardness

underneath t my layers of clothing.

I stood and pulled everything off.

It wasn't sexy, but she seemed to be in a hurry. And since when were the guys supposed

to be anything more than sex machines? I tossed her on the  mattress and dropped on her like a bomb. "So

little kitty! How would you like it?"

"Inside." She said it dead pan.

I rolled my eyes. "I figured that

much!" I took her where she was at, as she was; on her back. She was glistening

with moisture, so I knew she was ready for it. I spread her legs, one in each

hand, and I positioned myself and pushed. She arched her back a little as I entered

her, then eased back down as I continued to push. She was a snug little fit and

I loved it!

With the mattress on the floor, I

felt confident that I could allow myself to get carried away if I wanted to. I

sniggered. If? I ground it in as deep as it would go and then pushed her legs

forward to her shoulders. This girl was pretty damn flexible!

I pressed my body down and worked

my hips, contracting the muscles that controlled my cock as I did. It made the

action a bit stiffer. It didn't go unnoticed. She grabbed her own legs, hugging

then close to her body and daring me with her eyes to go full out.

I did. Propped up on my arms, I

allowed them and my hips to cut loose. I think she would have been better off

being strapped down for this, because like before, we tended to head off the

top of the mattress. It was an inconvenient fact, but Newton's Third Law was

being played out every time we had sex. You see, I do pay attention in science

class!

She was holding her legs tightly,

to the point that her nails were digging into her flesh. I suppose she was

preoccupied and hardly noticing the pain. I grabbed her wrist to make her

loosen up. I wasn't thinking she wasn't tough. I simply didn't want her leaving

marks that she couldn't explain away if anyone saw them.

She let go there and instead

grabbed my hands. That put me off of my great position, but I made the best of it. She made up the difference by thrusting her hips into mine, matching me

move for move. There were older girls who could have taken pointers from her.

She was totally into doing it, and there wasn't anything I think I could find

sexier.

We screwed like this for a while,

and then I got a little bored with it and forced her over on her side. Pushing

her top leg forward, I pushed back in and went back to plowing her deep. I had

a hold of her free arm, pulling her back into my pumping, and thus keeping her

fairly stable on the mattress.  I could

feel a solid, unyielding surface inside her that I knew was her womb. I

concentrated on rubbing it with the head of my cock.

She let of a whimper as I worked it

over, and from there the sound deepened to more of a growl. Kind of a, "yeah,

that's the spot" growl. I took long measured strokes, massaging her insides

with my tool. It was a great feeling for both of us. After a while; I don't

know how long, she started to shake. I increased my speed until I was tearing

into her like a jack hammer. Finally, with a thin scream, she came.

She was so tight now I could hardly

keep going. I was nearly wrenching her arm out of its socket holding her still

as she shook, rattled and drooled. Yes drooled. I didn't misquote myself. She

was shaking like a leaf and spittle was coming out her mouth. Normally, this

would look very unattractive. But to me, it was so cool. It meant that I could

drive her right out of her little mind!

She remained locked in her orgasm

because I hadn't even gotten close to having mine. There was no rushing it

today. She had to endure minute after minute of my cock prodding her insides

before I felt the all too familiar urge. By then she was in a totally catatonic

state, flopping wherever my force pushed her. She was like a little rag doll.

This actually made it a little

difficult, since I was suddenly screwing a bowl of Jello. Her head was flopping

about, her arm no longer had tension, and overall, it was not nearly as much

fun as it had been.

I stopped for a second and thought

it over. Making my decision, I pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach.

Lifting her hips, I pushed in again and returned to doing what I do best. It wasn't

perfect, but it was better. As I was working her over, I got a dirty idea. I

stuck my thumb in my mouth and got nice and wet. I then rubbed it over her

little puckered ass and worked it until it slid in. She was so out she never

noticed. I managed to work it in to the second joint without waking her from

her sexually induced coma. It almost made me blow then and there.

The whole thought of possibly

nailing the fine little lynx ass got my balls going, and after a few more

minutes of perpetual pounding, I blew a load into her dark warm hole like a

lion on steroids. I fell beside her when I was done, marveling at how she was

still out. After ten minutes of watching the clock and tapping her and calling

her name, she finally opened on eye.

She sat up with a start, looked at

the mattress and said, "Jeez! You fucked me right off the bed!"

I had to explain it to her three

times. She claimed she couldn't remember a damn thing about what we had done.

She wanted me to show her the whole thing all over again. But I wasn't stupid.

"You're just pulling my leg, aren't you?"

She giggled and grabbed my cock,

giving it a yank. "Not unless you intend to use this for walking!"