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Y/N's legs tremble as she comes down from her high, still in a bit of a daze. She reaches down and grabs his ass, holding him inside of her as she rolls her hips, trying to milk out every last drop from him. He gasps and instinctively tries to pull back, shuddering from the overstimulation. "F-Fuuuck…" He groans, his hands balling into fists as his cock tenses a few more times. "Y-You sure you're not… ahh… some sort of succubus… or something?" He asks with a sheepish smile, leaning back to look down at her.

She chuckles, looking up at him with flushed cheeks. "Nope, last I checked, I'm as human as ever." Her eyes widen slightly as she sees him shirtless for the first time, curly gray hair coating his chest and stomach, straighter hair across his forearms and shoulders. Not only that, but he has various scars across his body. She glares at him playfully, a grin on her face. "What the hell, man? You were hiding this from me the whole time?" She asks in disbelief, reaching out to run her fingers through his sweaty chest hair. "I'm sure you don't want to explain the scars, but that's okay. I won't make you."

He winces at the slightly embarrassing sensation, not wanting to taint her hands with his sweat, but quickly shakes the cringe. He chuckles nervously, blushing slightly. "Sorry…" He mutters, having no real excuse that wouldn't give away what he was really hiding. "I… uh… guess I'm insecure about my body… or something…" He says unconvincingly, slowly easing his softening cock from her pussy, his cum gushing out of her like he's never seen before. He finds himself staring for a moment before awkwardly collecting his trenchcoat from the ground, careful to continue facing her as he slips it on over his otherwise nude body. "I'll… get something for clean up." He says hastily before retreating to his closet, retrieving a small hand towel.

Y/N furrows her brows in suspicion, confused by his strange behavior. She props herself up on her elbows, but stays put on the bed, not wanting to make a mess. "What's wrong?" She asks with a hint of concern. "Why… the coat?"

He sighs and waves a dismissive hand, returning to her and gently cleaning up the cum from between her legs. "It's nothing, really." He says stubbornly, focused on the task at hand, hoping she'll drop it.

Her expression drops a bit, rubbing her arm in uncertainty. "You know… I won't judge you for anything. I know I've been a little… antagonistic. But it's all been in fun, you can tell me anything…"

He looks up at her fondly, a warm smile on his face. "I know…" He reaches up and caresses her cheek affectionately for a moment before sighing. "It's silly anyway… just embarrassing…" He looks at her sheepishly. "I have a couple of tattoos that I regret, that's all."

Her expression relaxes and she smiles once more. "Oh, pfft. That's nothing…" She trails off. "Can I see?" She asks cautiously.

He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, nodding in resignation. "Sure. They're just ridiculous. I won't blame you for laughing." He remains kneeling on the floor for the first reveal, and Y/N sits up for a better view. He faces away from her and shrugs the coat from just his shoulders at first, revealing a cartoon star on one side of the back of his neck. It's got a goofy smiley face and two thumbs up on either side, with the words "Hey now, I'm an all star!" written around it in bubble letters. "I got it while I was drunk, on a dare from some alien I met in the multiverse."

Y/N can't help but snicker, using one hand to cover her mouth. It looked out of place on an old man's body, that's for sure. But it somehow seemed to fit his sense of superiority when it came to his intellect. "Aww, that's cute!" She chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to it, much to Ford's surprise.

His eyes widen, goosebumps coating his skin, and his cheeks burning red now. He never let anyone see the tattoo, let alone touch it, and he especially hadn't expected such an affectionate response. He smiles softly, leaning into her touch for a moment. "You're too nice… it's so unprofessional, I'm sure you understand why I hide it."

She nods, tilting her head to press a kiss to his cheek. "I do… but I'm glad you showed me." She says softly.

"Me too…" Feeling a little more confident now, and a little more willing to laugh at himself, he stands up, turning to face her slightly, but not turning all the way around. "This next one is… more personal, I guess. It's… uh… not something I'd get on my own… obviously… I didn't have much of a say in it."

A flicker of concern flashes across her face. "What do you mean you didn't have a say in it? Like another dare?"

"N-No." He shakes his head, not really wanting to get into the whole explanation right now. "Maybe I'll explain someday… I made it sound worse than it is… like I said before, it's just silly now…" He shrugs. "Just doesn't make me feel very… manly." He chuckles nervously.

She rubs his back reassuringly. "It's okay, you certainly don't need to be the picture of manliness. It's overrated anyway." She says with a soft smile, trying to ease his worries.

"Alright, alright. Like I said, I don't blame you for laughing…" He takes another deep breath before pulling the coat the rest of the way off, revealing a tattoo just over his ass. It says "Flirty Gal" in a slightly flamboyant font, with a heart, kiss mark, and an "XO" around it. His face turns bright red, his heart pounding as he waits for her reaction.

Y/N's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a bit. She chuckles softly, running her fingers across it. "Wow. Now that I didn't expect." She says, a little dumbfounded. "I can't say I don't like it though." She says with a hint of flirtation, pinching his ass to punctuate her statement.

He's even more taken offguard by her reaction, still feeling mortified. "Y-You do?" He asks nervously, looking back at her over his shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

She laughs. "Yeah, of course!" She says enthusiastically. "A sexy man with a tramp-stamp? That's something you don't see every day." She hugs him from behind. "It only makes you hotter, in my eyes." She says affectionately, kissing his shoulder.

He tears up slightly, but quickly wipes it away, turning around and hugging her back. "You're impossible." He mutters into her hair, his big arms squeezing her tight.

Y/N couldn't quite tell if that was a positive or negative statement, but based on his physical response, she assumed it was positive. She rubs his back. "Why?"

"I just never thought…" He pauses. "No one's ever…" He sighs. "You have to be lying to me at this point…" He says with a hint of disappointment.

She furrows her eyebrows, pulling back slightly and resting a hand on each side of his face, making him look at her. "Listen to me. I'm no liar. Do you need me to prove it?" She asks earnestly.

His eyes search hers for any sign of deception, a confused look on his face. "How would you even-" He gasps, the words stolen from his lungs as she pulls his hand to her bare pussy. His remnants of cum make it near impossible to tell if she was truly wetter than she would have been otherwise, but her clit was swollen again and throbbing beneath his fingertips, sending a shiver down his spine. He looks at her with a hint of concern and uncertainty.

"See?" She says with a breathless chuckle. "I like it. It's hot." She releases his hand, running her fingers through his hair soothingly. "If you don't want me to acknowledge it, I won't. But know that I do like it. And I like you, regardless of what's on your body."

Y/N chuckles breathlessly and raises an eyebrow, her pussy aching to be filled at this point. "What? Are you chickening out on me already?" She teases, squeezing her tits together in a tempting show of confidence. "Too scared?" She eggs him on, hoping he'll throw caution to the wind.

Ford scoffs, staring down at her chest for a moment too long. "Pfft, no..." It's true, he was nervous. It wasn't often that he was the one in charge in these kinds of situations, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. He took a shuddering breath, averting his eyes anxiously for a moment as insecure thoughts flooded his mind. Even after all these years, he wasn't sure if the size of his cock really mattered... nor was he sure he knew how to give it to her in a way she'd like. What if he went too slow, too gentle... or the opposite? What if he accidentally hurt her by going too hard or too fast? He began to psyche himself out, but before he knew it, she had pulled him forward, burying him to the hilt inside of her. He gasped and hunched over her, trembling slightly as he adjusted to the feeling of her warm, wet flesh squeezing around him. "H-Holy... t-tight!" He hissed quietly, trying his best not to lose his cool. His mouth lolled open in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, his cock tensing inside of her as he struggled not to cum on the spot. It wasn't until this moment that he realized they hadn't discussed birth control or condoms or anything, and a panic settled in his gut. "I-I'm not... y-you're on... you don't..." He stammers, a million questions running through his mind.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyes rolled back as she relishes in the feeling of finally having him inside of her. "Mmmmm..." The feeling of his cock moving inside her, despite him not thrusting yet, felt strangely arousing. Her mind flashes back to the incident in the woods, how he came from basically nothing, and it makes her pussy quiver around him. "What's the matter? I thought you were going to show me a good time." She says in a low tone, eyes half-lidded.

His eyes flare with challenge once more, his insecurities suddenly dissipating. "Oh, fuck off." He growls in frustration, giving one strong thrust that nearly knocks the air from his lungs, watching her tits bounce from the movement. "I'm just... trying not to finish too quickly... y-you feel better than I expected..." He mutters, gritting his teeth as he sets a slow, deliberate pace. His cock head was so swollen it almost hurt, each ridge inside of her agonizingly pleasant against it. His arms buckle beneath him, leaving him propped up on his elbows. His chest presses against hers as he breathes heavily against her shoulder.

Her clit throbs in time with his thrusts, her own breath becoming labored, despite the slow pacing. "Oh? So you didn't expect much from me? How rude..." She remarks playfully, licking two of her fingertips before reaching down and rubbing circles against her clit as she waits for him to speed up. The motion causes her pussy to tense rhythmically around his cock, only making things more difficult for him.

"H-Hey!" He exclaims, wrenching her hand from her clit. "Th-That's not... helping..." He pants.

She whimpers, pouting as he stops her. "I can't t-take it anymore..." She whines. "I need more... please... harder... faster... something..." She begs quietly, using her other hand to claw at his back, trying to encourage him.

His eyes widen in surprise at the feeling of her nails on his back, the sensation snapping something inside of him. "Fuck... yes..." His hips stutter for a moment before he wraps an arm under one of her legs, lifting it up a little higher so he can hit deeper. "You want more? I'll give you more..." He starts slinging his hips forward faster and harder, chasing their mutual pleasure with a building frenzy. He leans back, not breaking his rhythm, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes. He grabs her hip with one hand, using it as leverage to slam her down on his cock even harder. His other hand gently rests over her throat, possessive, but cautious.

She gasps, followed by a mixture of moans and giddy giggles, her expression ecstatic. "Yes, yes, yes!" She bites her lip as he wraps his hand around her throat, looking up at him with wide eyes. She squeezes his forearm, pulling at it, her voice coming out a raspy sort of lustful. "Do it. Choke me, daddy."

Ford's eyes go wide with surprise, staring down at her in awe for a moment before a sly smirk rises to his face. "Daddy, huh?" He purrs, gradually tightening his grip on her throat. "What a dirty girl... can't say I've ever been called that." He chuckles darkly. "I like it." He punctuates his statement by fucking her harder, the head of his cock punching her g-spot with each thrust.

"F-Fuck!" She cries out, her back arching as her pussy quivers around him. "D-Don't stop... Y-You're gonna make me..." She pants and moans heavily, his choking only making her cunt squeeze tighter around his cock.

Ford grits his teeth, he's right there with her, in a state of disbelief that she even could get any tighter. "That's it... cum for me..." With his free hand, he reaches down and rubs her clit with his thumb. "Cum... all over my cock..." He pants, his balls pulling up tight to his body as he prepares to cum as well. Determined to drive her over the edge, he fucks her as hard and as fast as he can, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.

She shudders. "O-Oh god, Daddy!" She calls out as she's overwhelmed, her cum squirting out all over the base of his cock and his thumb, her pussy spasming erratically around him. Her nails dig into his forearm, her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Good girl... good... girl-" He's cut off by his own cum spurting out in ropes inside of her, his hips twitching with each. His cock tenses rhythmically inside her, for what seems like minutes as he empties himself inside. He collapses onto his elbows again, his head hung onto her shoulder as he pants for air. Sweat drips from his forehead, his sweater feeling suffocating at this point. Trembling in the aftermath, he uneasily pulls the sweater off over his head, lazily pushing it to the side. "That was... wow..." He mutters breathlessly, pressing grateful kisses to her neck.

As they walk back through the living room towards Ford's bedroom, Stan calls out teasingly. "Ay, sweetheart, when you get bored with that nerd, why don't you come back out here and I'll show you a good time." He wasn't really trying to be a jerk, he just wanted to bring out Ford's competitive side, hoping it would give him the courage he needed to make a move on her.

Ford glares at Stan again, shaking his head. "Shut up, Stan." He barks, then turns back to Y/N. "Don't listen to him." But it was too late, she had caught on to Stan's game.

"You betcha', old man." She flirts back playfully, not at all serious, but enjoying how it made Ford squirm. Ford's eyes widen with a hint of fear as she reciprocates Stan's flirtations, suddenly filled with a determination to wow her.

He quickly ushers her to his room, shutting the door behind them with a growl. "Oh, I'll show you a good time…" He grabs her by the waist, lifting her in the air and wrapping her legs around his waist. He carries her over to the bed, laying her down roughly and looming over her. He looks down at her for a moment before leaning down and biting hungrily at her neck, making her whimper. "You little fucking slut…" He mutters angrily, panting slightly. Her eyes widen at his insult, not expecting such a drastic change in his demeanor. Still, it instantly made her soaked, her clit quivering at his sudden dominance. "Making me cum like that…" He recalls as he grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking at it. "Then flirting with my brother right in front of me…" He leans back, releasing her hair, then grabbing her face. Her breath hitches as she looks up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in concern, but eyes full of lust. "You're mine." He growls possessively, eyes burning with desire and frustration.

She locks her legs around his hips and arches her back, looking up at him with a sarcastic expression of regret. She giggles and bites her lip, her cheeks reddened. "You sure you don't want Stan to come join us?" She continues teasing, her eyes half-lidded. "Might be fun to have you two fight over me."

A blush rises to his own cheeks as the image is forced into his brain. "Y-You… what?" He stammers, dumbfounded for a moment as he briefly considers it. He shakes his head, furrowing his brows and glaring down at her. "No." He barks. "I'm all you need. I'll show you… he's nothing compared to me." He says, almost reassuring himself more than her. He releases her face, pulling her legs off of him as he stands up, unbuckling his belt. He pushes his pants and boxers down around his ankles, fumbling as he'd forgotten to take off his boots beforehand. He lets out a huff of frustration as he finally pulls the boots and clothes off, leaving him in his sweater and trenchcoat. Slightly embarrassed by the amount of time it took him to do what he thought would be a smooth move, his hand shakes slightly as he rests it on one of her knees, his cock now only half-hard.

Y/N giggles at his fumbling, but looks at him fondly regardless. "You're so cute." She coos, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his waist to hug him. Ford's eyes widen and his breath hitches as his partially hard cock presses against her still-clothed cleavage.

He huffs, shame warring within him. "N-No I'm not. I'm a grown man, and you'll show me some respect." He says sternly, though he can't help but relish in her comfort during his anxious moment. He runs a hand over her hair, allowing her to hold him close for a moment longer. He places a hand on her chest, over her collarbone, pushing her back down onto the mattress. "I'll make you forget all about my brother soon enough." He promises as he yanks her pants and panties off impatiently, throwing them to the side. He kneels on the ground, settling between her legs and staring at her pussy as if it were his first time ever seeing one. She shivers as she feels his warm breath wash across her sensitive skin, her pussy visibly twitching in front of him. His tongue lolls out of his mouth automatically at the sight, already salivating. Without wasting another second, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around the underside of her hips as he licks a long stripe up her slit.

"Mmf…" She lets out a soft, drawn out moan at the sensation, her hips rolling slightly. Her eyes roll back as she prepares herself, her eyes fluttering closed as one of her hands rises to her face.

At her affirming sound, he closes his eyes and continues, closing his lips around her clit as he gently rubs at it with his tongue. One hand rests on her lower stomach, keeping her hips in place, while the other rests higher up, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach. His cock twitches and throbs between his legs, hanging helplessly in the air, but he doesn't care right now.

"Fuck…" She curses under her breath, looking down at him for a moment before bringing a hand to his hair, encouraging his ministrations.

Once she touches his head, he takes it as his signal to go deeper. He begins exploring her pussy with an almost clinical curiosity, tracing his tongue around the entrance before dipping it within. His nose presses against her clit as he pushes in as deep as he can, the taste filling his senses in a way he's unfamiliar with. He starts running his tongue along her insides, trying to drink down as much of that taste as possible, moaning slightly as he does so. One of his hands can't help but fall to his cock, stroking at it mindlessly as he focuses on eating her out thoroughly.

"Gahhh… Stanford…" She whimpers and moans, her breath quickened as she fists her hand in his hair, her pussy squeezing needily around his tongue. "F-Fuck me already… I-I need it… I need more…" She whines, her heart pounding in her chest.

He continues for a few more moments before finally relenting, pulling his tongue from her with a cheeky smile. "Call me Ford." He stands, cock still in hand as he looks down at her trembling form. She pulls her shirt and bra off over her head, tossing it to the ground, freeing her breasts from their confines, and baring them to him. He licks his lips hungrily, shaking his trenchcoat from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. "If you insist…" He mutters, crawling onto the bed on top of her. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, squeezing at her breasts with his big six-fingered hands, which almost engulf them entirely. His fingertips squish into them lewdly, his groping bordering on the kind she'd expect from some lowly pervert.

He releases her breasts with heavy breaths, moving up her body to kiss her once more, his tongue plunging into her mouth without hesitation this time, forcing her to taste her own pussy. He spreads her legs a little further as he reaches down, rubbing the head of his cock over her saliva-slickened clit, each of them shuddering with anticipation. "Nngh…" His precum mixes with her own wetness, making him groan in pleasure. With a deep, shaky breath, he breaks their kiss, notching the head of his cock at her entrance. He looks down at her, as if for permission, despite her having just asked for it.

Ford stares at her in disbelief, eyes darting back and forth between hers as he searches them for any sign of deception. The thought that she wanted to… test his limits… it was almost too much to bear. He just wanted to take her into his arms and keep her as his own forever. He swallows hard and clears his throat, cautiously pushing off of the tree trunk to find purchase on his own two feet once more. He tugs at the fabric of his pants for a moment, trying to adjust himself, but the feeling of his cum sticking between his cock and the fabric of his underwear is uncomfortable no matter what he does. He rubs the back of his neck as his mind races, trying to come up with a plan to clean himself up without breaking this newfound connection so soon. "I…" He smirks. "Well, that'll be a difficult experiment to conduct out here, don't you think?" He gestures around, chuckling softly. "We don't have to, but… would you like to come back to my place? It's not too far from here. We'll have all the time in the world to… do whatever you want." He grins nervously, still not used to this whole thing, but hopelessly excited to see what lies in store.

She smiles and nods, feeling restless from her own lack of stimulation. Hesitation briefly crosses her mind, given they don't know each other very well, but she doesn't care at this point. Her mind is stuck in the gutter, and all she wants in this moment is exactly what he's offering. "I'd love to." She grabs the end of his shirt sleeve, tugging him towards the end of the trail leading towards the exit. "Let's not waste any time, hm?" She winks. "You owe me."

He chuckles and nods, twisting his sleeve from her grip and slyly taking her hand in his. He leads her out of the forest hastily, trying to keep his mind off of the stickiness in his pants, while simultaneously trying to cover the wet spot as they exit the forest. He didn't have a car to drive them back, but luckily, the walk wasn't too terribly long, five to ten minutes tops. As they approach the cabin, he warns her. "I do live with my twin brother… he's probably in there." He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration for a moment. "Listen, I'll introduce you two briefly, then go clean myself up, the last thing I want is for him to notice what you've done to me… you can distract him until I'm done, right?" He asks, hoping she's not too offput by his request.

She snickers, covering her mouth slightly. "Yeah, sure. I've got your back." She pinches his ass playfully.

Ford sighs in relief. "Thank you." He takes a deep breath before opening the door, and just as he predicted, Stan was inside, sitting in front of the television. The resemblance was remarkable, though they did have a few key differences in their appearances. Stan had more of a belly, lighter gray hair, and was wearing much more casual clothing; a white tank top and a pair of blue striped boxers. He looked surprised and almost embarrassed as he saw the strange woman accompanying Ford.

"Hey!" Stan yelps in surprise, eyes wide and brows furrowed. "You just bring a lady up in here without warnin' me? At least give me a chance to get dressed, poindexter!"

Ford scoffs and waves a dismissive hand. "And here I thought you had no shame, Stanley." Stan clears his throat and desperately tries to regain his composure.

"Nah, of course I don't, I'm the picture of confidence compared to you!" Stan laughs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "Who's the broad anyway?"

Ford smiles in relief that Stan has relaxed, gesturing for Y/N to step forward. "This is Y/N. I met her while I was surveying the forest, she's one of the locals. Figured I'd bring her back here in case she could help with my research, of course." Ford pulls some excuse out of his ass. "Y/N, this is Stanley, my brother. Why don't you two get acquainted, I've got to get changed out of these sweaty clothes." Satisfied that Stan didn't notice the wet spot on his pants, Ford retreats to his room to get changed, leaving them alone together.

Stan raises an eyebrow and smirks, looking her over with a mixture of intrigue and curiosity. "Nice to meetcha', toots. Can't say my nerd brother's ever brought home a cutie like you before." He says, his voice gruff and almost suggestive.

She giggles and approaches his chair, reaching out a hand to shake his. "It's nice to meet you too, Stanley." She says, assuming that's what he prefers to be called. "Oh, I'm sure he's brought home plenty of women in the past." She says with a nervous grin, hoping Ford isn't some sort of player.

Stan busts a gut laughing before firmly shaking her hand. "Sixer? Hell no, he's always had trouble with the ladies. Unlike yours truly." He wiggles is eyebrows flirtatiously. "But seriously, give the old man a shot if you're interested. The poor bastard acts like he's still a virgin." Stan's expression gets a little more serious, and he breaks their handshake to rub his chin. "Come to think of it… I don't know if he has-"

In that moment, Ford emerges from his room, wearing a clean version of the same clothes. "Alright, there we go. You guys get on well while I was gone?" He asks inquisitively, tilting his head curiously.

Y/N's mind races with this revelation. It would make sense if Ford was a virgin, given what she'd just experienced with him. Though, it's hard to believe that with his age he has absolutely no experience in that department. Part of her hopes that he is, it would definitely make for an interesting time in the bedroom. While the other part hopes that he has some idea what he's doing. She shakes her head, trying to shake the thought from her head, but it holds fast. "Yeah, absolutely! Stan's a funny guy. He was just telling me about your past exploits." She chuckles, teasing him.

Ford's eyes widen and he blushes, shooting a glare at Stan. "He was, was he?" He grits his teeth as he speaks. "All good things, I hope?" He says suspiciously, forcing a smile to his face.

"Oh, you know me, poindexter, the best wingman you could have." He winks, taking a sip from a Pitt Cola.

Ford chuckles, eyes still narrowed in suspicion as he places an arm around Y/N's shoulders. "Of course, how could I ever doubt you, Stanley. Come on, Y/N, I'll show you my lab." With that, Ford ushers her away, towards the vending machine in the gift shop, which opens up to the secret entrance way to his lab.

Y/N's eyes widen, and she takes a step back hesitantly. "Wh-What the hell? This looks like some sort of murder basement." Apparently Stan heard her from the living room, because he starts cackling.

Ford nods, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, you're right… not a good place to start. Sorry." He steps back. "How about we start in my room then?" He starts whispering. "I only suggested my lab so Stan wouldn't be suspicious. But I think it'll make sense now if we head there instead."

Y/N breathes a breath of relief and nods, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, good idea."