1 comments/ 60177 views/ 9 favorites Partridge Family Love Ch. 01 By: philsogood69 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ABC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * * * * * Shirley Partridge lay back in her tub full of bubbles as she savored an all too rare moment of peace and quiet. Being a single mother of five children was difficult enough, but adding to the stress was their hectic travel schedule as they toured around the country in their painted school bus playing concert after concert. They were finally home for a break. Tracy, Christopher, and Danny were staying with their grandparents for a couple of weeks. Laurie was off visiting a friend at the beach leaving only Keith at home. And Keith was out on a date giving Shirley a chance to finally relax. She refilled her glass with wine from a half empty bottle. She normally didn't drink, trying to be a model parent, but felt it would help her unwind. She closed her eyes as she thought about the events of the past year, their first as a musical singing group. Tracy was now 6 and Christopher 8 and they had grown out of their initial shyness and were now pros on the stage. Danny was still wheeling and dealing at 11 while Laurie was becoming a beautiful young woman. Keith was the one who had matured the most while on the road. Now 17, he had become a man and was wildly popular with girls and women alike. She pictured his face, the way he moved and the sound of his voice. He had certain mannerisms that acutely reminded her of her dead husband. No wonder he was so attractive to the opposite sex. She reminisced about her husband and the steamy relationship they had – it was no accident that they had 5 children. She idly wondered how many women Keith had slept with. Unbidden images of Keith thrusting into a woman unexpectedly flooded her mind. Shirley Partridge snapped open her eyes. "Too much wine," she told herself. She stood and stepped out of the bathtub. Picking up a towel, she dried herself off in front of the mirror. She checked out her body. Her breasts were full, still well supported despite having five children. She still had a flat stomach and her hips rounded out her feminine figure. Not bad for thirty-eight she thought to herself. Too bad there's been no man to appreciate what I have. She heard the front door close. She picked up her bath robe and put it on, tying it loosely around her waist. "Who's there?" she called out. "It's just me, Mom," Keith answered. Shirley walked into the brightly lit family room where Keith sat slumped on the sofa, looking blankly out the window into the night. He was wearing khaki bellbottoms and a print shirt with the top buttons undone. He had grown into a handsome and hot young man. No wonder the girls went crazy over him. "Didn't you have a date with Susan?" she asked. "Yes." "What are you doing home so early? I didn't expect you back for several more hours." "She wanted to go home early," Keith replied dejectedly. Shirley sat down next to her son on the sofa. She could tell something was bothering him. "Do you want to talk about it?" she gently asked. Keith looked up at his mother. When she sat down, her robe had inadvertently, partially fallen open, allowing him to see most of her breast. He knew he shouldn't look, but he couldn't help himself and felt a twitch in his groin. He then saw the look of concern on his mother's face and suddenly realized how beautiful she was. How had he not noticed that before? Something clicked inside him and he decided to confide in his mother. "I guess I wasn't able to give her what she wanted." Shirley's mind whirled. Was the girl unhappy with Keith's sexual performance? Did he ejaculate too quickly? Did she not have an orgasm? "What do you mean?" "Well, mom, you've always taught me to be a gentleman. After I picked Susan up, she kept bumping into me and standing right against me. I tried to keep a respectable distance but she kept doing it. Then she leaned over and tried to kiss me. I – I didn't know what to do so I pulled away. Then she got mad and wanted me to take her home." "She made you feel uncomfortable and you didn't know how to take it." Keith just nodded. A sudden thought occurred to Shirley as she looked at her son. "Have you ever been with a woman?" Keith looked down at his feet and shook his head. "I'm supposed to be some kind of teen idol singing about love and I don't know the first thing about it. And I'm afraid a date will discover this and my reputation will be ruined." "You mean you've been on all those dates and..." "Nothing. We never did anything except hold hands. I'm not sure what to do after that, so things never went any further." Shirley leaned forward and took her son's hands in hers. "I'm so sorry. But I'm glad you felt you could confide in me." As she leaned forward, her robe fell open even further giving Keith an eyeful of her full breasts. "Maybe I could help you," she offered. "What do you mean?" "Well, we could do some role playing, that is if you don't mind using your dried up old Mom to practice with." Keith looked down at her breasts under her open robe and back up to her face. "Dried up? Mom, you're one of the hottest women I've ever seen." She blushed at his compliment. She had seen Keith admiring her breasts but the wine made her feel so relaxed that she didn't see the harm in it. And she liked the attention. It had been so long since a man had seen them. "Well, shall we get started?" "OK, what do I do?" "Sit next to me." He moved closer on the sofa so that he was right next to his mother. He could feel the heat coming off of her body and smell the fragrance of the bath soap on her skin. Her robe still hung open and he could see the swell of her breast. His penis started to harden as he looked at his mother. "The most important thing is to pay attention to the clues a woman gives you. For example, if she leans toward you, that means you can put your arm around her and get closer." Shirley leaned against Keith as she said this. He put his arm around his mother and pulled her closer. He could feel her breast pressing against his side, arousing him even more. "Very good." Shirley encouraged. "After you've been doing this for a while you can move on by letting your hands touch 'safe' areas of the body like the arms, neck, and back." Keith followed her instructions and started to run his hand over her back and up to the nape of her neck. With his other hand he reached over and started rubbing her other arm. Shirley closed her eyes and leaned her head against her son's shoulder. It felt so good to be held by a man again. She could feel herself getting aroused. A part of her told her that things had already gone too far, but the wine and her own feelings prevented her from stopping Keith. She opened her eyes and looked up. She could see her son looking down into her own eyes, not as her son, but as a man looks at a woman. She tilted her head back, her mouth parted slightly and closed her eyes, waiting. Keith looked down at his mother's face. She was so beautiful, so alluring. He was drawn to her and he closed his eyes just as their lips touched tentatively brushing against eachother. He started to kiss her lightly and she responded. The kisses quickly became more urgent and Shirley's mouth was soon hungrily devouring her son's. He couldn't believe he was kissing his mother like this. But then logic took over and Shirley pushed Keith away. "Keith honey. This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this." Keith felt a stab of disappointment. He had always thought he had an attractive mother, but tonight the blinders had been lifted and he found her so sexually desirable that he would do anything to have her. "You're probably right, Mom. I'm sure I can figure this out on my own." Her robe had fallen off her shoulder while they were kissing, leaving one breast almost completely exposed. Keith looked longingly at her breast. Shirley saw Keith admiring her breast. He was so damn hot. That's when the wine and hormones took over. "But then again, who better to teach you than me to make sure you get it right. That is, if you want to continue." "I never wanted you to stop," Keith answered. "Well then, we'll first cover female anatomy." She untied and opened her robe so her son could see her breasts. Keith just sat there, mouth hanging open, staring at her beautiful breasts. "Go ahead, touch them." Keith reached out and gently touched her breast. The skin was so soft and smooth. He let his hand lightly glide over their entire surface, over her nipples. He then squeezed her breast, feeling their soft texture filling his hand. He was somewhat surprised by how soft her breast was. He had half expected them to be hard like the ones on Tracy's Barbie doll. And the Barbie didn't have nipples which he found intriguing. He rolled them between his fingers, feeling those nubs of flesh harden as he continued to rub them. Shirley leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations as he son explored her breasts. He was so gentle. An electric jolt of pleasure shot through her as he took a nipple in his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. She groaned with pleasure. He took a breast in each hand and alternated sucking on one nipple than the other. She pulled him up to her and kissed him deeply, probing his mouth with her tongue. When her tongue first snaked around his mouth, Keith wasn't sure how to react. He quickly reciprocated and sent his tongue pushing and probing into his mother's mouth, letting his tongue dance with hers. He let his hands slide down her back to her bottom, massaging the firm curve of flesh as he continued to deeply kiss her. His mother unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He felt her caressing his erection through his pants. His penis felt so tight like it was going to explode. Her son was bigger than she expected, his manhood so hard in her hand. She broke their kiss and made her way down his body, kissing his neck, chest, nipples. Her fingers urgently tugged open his pants and pulled them down as he raised his hips. His penis sprang free, hard and erect, pointing straight at her. This was what she needed, what she had been missing for too long she thought as she wrapped her hand around its thick base. She nuzzled against his groin, inhaling his masculine scent. She kissed the head then ran her tongue over it, hearing him groan. She let her tongue roam down the shaft and over his testicles. Then back to the head so she could take it into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth on his penis was incredible. Keith threw his head back and groaned as she sucked on his throbbing erection. She worked her tongue over the head as she continued to suck, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Her other hand fondled his testicles as he felt pressure build up in them. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft while sucking harder and harder. Keith felt the pressure increasing in his loins as she took him deeper into her mouth until he felt her lips encircling the base of his penis. He opened his eyes and looked down and the sight of his member buried completely in his mother's mouth pushed him over the edge. "Mom," he tried to warn her. He grabbed her head and thrust down her throat as he felt everything tighten in his groin. The pressure peaked and he felt his hot seed spurt out into his mother's mouth as he came. It felt like a flood being released as he erupted jet after jet of semen and emptied himself into her. "Ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." As her son's semen filled her mouth, Shirley swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to lose any of it. She savored the taste and texture of his sperm as she felt the pulsing rod continue to spasm as she sucked it dry. Now drained, she felt his penis start to become flaccid and released it. She slid back up to lay next to Keith on the sofa. "I'm sorry, Mom. I tried to warn you." "Sorry about what? I wanted to taste you. Didn't you like it?" "Like it? I loved it! It felt so good. I just didn't expect..." "Oh, you didn't think your Mom did things like that. Well, there's more I want to show you." She leaned into him and started kissing him again. Keith let his hand roam down to fondle her breasts. He so enjoyed feeling them in his hands he didn't want to stop touching them. His mother had other ideas. She guided his hand down her stomach until he reached the junction of her thighs. He cupped her pubis. It felt so different, a rounded hardness covered with curly coarse hair. Then around the curve, he felt a slick fluid. His curiosity aroused, he probed further with his fingers and pushed them into the cleft. As his finger entered her hot wet tunnel his mother moaned quietly. "Mmmm. That's nice." Emboldened, he kissed his mother's neck, breasts, stomach and moved down until he was sitting on the floor between her legs. He nuzzled her pubic hair and inhaled the musky aroma. So this is what a real woman smells like, he thought. She was slick with wetness. His mother reached down and parted her lips. "This is the clitoris. It's very sensitive." Keith was mesmerized by the view of his mother's hidden treasures. He studied the ridges and valleys of this forbidden fruit. He ran his wet finger over the tiny bud of erect flesh. There was a little hood over it and he pulled it back while he continued to rub. His fingers pushed and prodded as he explored further. Taking a cue from what his mother just did to him, he leaned forward and started to lick her clitoris. "Ohhh, that feels good." Shirley looked down at her son between her legs and couldn't believe this was actually happening. She looked past him and could see their reflection in the darkened window. If anyone were outside, they would be able to see everything. A part of her thought she should close the curtains, while another part felt a thrill that there might actually be someone watching them. But the backyard was very secluded and it was extremely unlikely anyone would be back there. Keith's tongue brought her back to the dormant sensations he was awakening in her body. He enjoyed tasting his mother's most intimate part which was slick with a salty slippery liquid. As he ran his tongue over her clitoris, he could feel a tingling in his tongue as she became more and more aroused. He sucked on the nub and could feel his mother writhing under him. He held on to her, continuing his ministrations on her most sensitive spot. He slid a finger into her wet vagina. "Yesss, that's it. Feels so good." He pushed his finger deep inside of her while lapping her clitoris. This made his mother thrash about even more as she grabbed the back of his head and ground her groin into his face. "Oh, oh, keep going. That's it... " The sensation of her son's tongue flicking her clitoris and his probing finger deep inside of her was too much for her. She felt herself rising on a crest of pleasure until it peaked and she felt her body wracked with an intense orgasm as she bucked against her son. "Mmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg." As she came down from her orgasm, her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. Keith looked up at her from between her legs. "That was wonderful," she sighed. Shirley could see that her son was erect again. Ah, the vigor of youth. She shrugged out of her robe and pushed Keith on to his back on the floor. She straddled him and guided his renewed erection toward her wet opening. As she sank down on his bulbous shaft, she moaned with pleasure of being filled. Keith was surprised at how hot and tight his mother was as he entered her. He reached up and grasped her breasts swinging above him, pinching her nipples as his mother moved up and down his thick pole. He thought nothing could feel as good as her mouth, but he was wrong. He felt her rise up until only his head was just inside her slippery opening, then she would slowly sink down until he was completely buried inside his mother. She repeated that cycle again and again until he couldn't take it anymore. Keith grabbed her bottom and thrust up into her, quickening the pace. He pushed harder and faster as he felt his orgasm build. The pressure built until his engorged member shot load after load deep inside his mother. Shirley kissed her son as he pushed deep inside of her, filling her with exquisite pleasure. She felt the urgency of his thrusts, and his rhythmic pistoning pushed her to the edge and as she felt Keith pulse with his orgasm, she too climaxed, moaning in ecstasy. She collapsed on top of him as she felt their mixed juices leaking out of her vagina that was still filled with her son's softening member. They made their way to her bedroom where they continued to make love late into the night. The next morning, Shirley woke up alone in bed. As she stretched and yawned, she noticed a soreness between her legs and suddenly the events of the previous night came crashing back to her. Where was Keith? Was he ashamed? She quickly put on her robe and walked through the house. He wasn't in his room. Maybe he felt he had to leave. How could she have let things get so out of hand? She resolved to apologize to him, to tell him that it was all a terrible mistake and that it would never happen again. She went to check to see if the car was still there when she heard music coming from the garage. She walked in and found Keith in shorts and a t-shirt, playing his guitar. They looked at each other awkwardly, then Shirley broke the ice. "Keith, about last night, it should have never happened. I'm sorry but I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." "You mean you don't love me?" "Of course I do. It's just that I'm your mother and..." "And you taught me about love. Mom, because of your love, I've reworked our opening song. Listen." Keith started strumming his guitar and sang: “Hello, world, here's a song that we're singin', c'mon get happy A whole lotta lovin' is what we'll be bringin', we'll make you happy We had a dream we'd go trav'lin' together We'd spread a little lovin' then we'd keep movin' on Somethin' always happens whenever we're together We get a happy feelin' when we're singin' a song Trav'lin' along there's a song that we're singin', c'mon get happy A whole lotta lovin' is what we'll be bringin', we'll make you happy We'll make you happy, we'll make you happy.” "Come sing it with me, Mom." Shirley sat facing her son and they sang it together, looking into each other's eyes. "See Mom what I can do because of you?" She looked at the handsome man in front of her. He was right. This was all about love. That's what their singing stood for. "Somethin' always happens whenever we're together," she sang quietly. He joined her for the next line as they moved closer and closer together. "We get a happy feelin' when we're singin' a song." They leaned toward each other and kissed. Soon their clothes were off and Keith was thrusting deep into his mother as they moved to the rhythm of their love. Partridge Family Love Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ABC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Chapter 2 It was after nine in the evening as Reuben Kinkade parked his car in front of the darkened house at 698 Sycamore Road, the home of the singing group he had managed for the past year. Who would have thought a singing family group called the Partridge Family would have become an overnight hit? He was getting requests for more information about the family and decided to have the mother, Shirley Partridge, make some home movies to help with promotions. He picked up the 8mm video camera from the seat next to him and got out of the car. He was supposed to drop the camera off earlier but had gotten stuck in a meeting that had gone late. The house was dark. Everyone must be asleep, though it was still a bit early. He thought about knocking anyway, but decided to leave the camera next to the back door where Shirley could get it in the morning. As he made his way to the back of the house, he thought about Shirley Partridge. From the moment he had met her, he could not get her out of his mind. She was beautiful and despite having five children, had a knockout body. But he knew that he could never act on his urges because he wanted to continue to be their manager especially now that the money was rolling in. The backyard was very secluded and private. A light was on in the family room. Perhaps someone was awake and he could give the movie camera to them. He peeked through the window and almost dropped the camera in shock. Shirley was kissing someone! It looked like she had just taken a bath because she had a bathrobe on and she was sitting on the couch facing the window. He could only see the back of the man’s head as they kissed. Then Shirley pushed him away and Reuben had a second shock. It was Keith! Reuben watched as they talked, then Shirley opened her robe revealing her perfect breasts. He began to get an erection and moved to adjust it when he realized that the movie camera was loaded and ready to shoot. He turned it on and began to film. This home movie was going to be much better than he had expected. He filmed Shirley sucking her son until he came in her mouth. He continued to film until they finished making love on the family room floor and left the room. Reuben then shut down the movie camera and got back in his car, his mind whirling with thoughts and plans. The next morning, Shirley Partridge walked down the sidewalk to Reuben’s office, wearing a short black skirt, a thin form fitting long sleeved shirt, and black boots. She normally didn’t dress like this, but after her night with Keith, she felt her sexuality reborn. A low cut lacy bra helped accentuate her breasts and she enjoyed the looks she got from men as she walked down the street, her eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. A construction crew was less discrete and whistled at her as she walked by. Looking at the muscled bodies covered in sweat caused her to become flush with desire. What’s happening to me? She wondered to herself. She walked into Reuben’s office. The shades were closed and Reuben was working on a movie projector on the coffee table in front of his couch. He was wearing his usual turtleneck shirt and jacket. “Hello Reuben. What’s this urgent meeting about?” Reuben stood and noticed immediately a change in Shirley. He had been her manager for a year and he had never seen her dress like this before. Apparently, her night with Keith had done something to her. “Have a seat here.” He motioned to the couch and turned off the lights. “I have to show you something.” He sat next to Shirley in the darkened room and turned on the projector. The image flickered on the wall opposite them. There was the countdown and then a blurry picture of a couple could be seen kissing on the wall. Reuben focused the image and Shirley gasped as she saw herself making out with Keith in their family room. Shirley went numb, her eyes fixed on the wall as the projector clattered noisily. Part of her was appalled at being caught. But another part of her was becoming aroused, not just by the sight of her and her son together and the wonderful memory it triggered from just last night, but also by the voyeuristic aspect of the whole situation. So when she had looked out the window last night, someone had been watching, and not only watching, but filming the whole thing. She felt her breathing become more labored and her juices start to flow as she continued to watch. She stole a look at Reuben and he was absorbed by images in front of him. Looking down, she saw that he too was aroused. “What do you want?” she asked. Reuben turned off the projector and turned to her. “Well, I’m trying to figure out what to do here. If this gets out, your career is history. Not to mention what the state will do with your children.” Shirley thought quickly. She had to nip this in the bud. She placed a hand on Reuben’s thigh. “I’m sure we can work something out, so this can stay just between you and I. After all, you are our manager and I’m sure you don’t want anything to happen to us.” “You’re right. As your manager, I should be looking out for your best interests.” Shirley started lightly rub his thigh. “And if you take care of us, I’ll take care of you.” She ran her hand up his leg and squeezed the bulge in his pants. “I could give private performances.” “Private performances?” “Let me demonstrate.” She undid his trousers and pulled them and his boxers down. His erect penis, which was smaller than Keith’s, sprang free. She leaned over and took the head in her mouth, sucking gently. Her head bobbed up and down Reuben’s erection as she took more and more of it into her mouth. Because of its size, she found it relatively easy to accommodate his whole penis in her mouth. Reuben couldn’t believe his fortune. Certainly, he had planned to blackmail Shirley. But he didn’t expect her to acquiesce so easily and so willingly give herself to him. He looked down as the petite blond mother worked on his pole. He used one hand to push her head so he could go deeper, and his other hand slid around to grab her breast. As enjoyable as it was to feel her breast through her clothes, he quickly wanted more and ran his hand under her shirt, undid the bra clasp, and then slid his hand up to cup her bare breast. He massaged the soft globe of flesh, then roughly pinched her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. Shirley became more and more aroused as Reuben thrust in her mouth and manhandled her breasts. She found herself enjoying being used for someone else’s sexual pleasure. Reuben grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to his. He kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue while continuing to maul her breast. He broke the kiss and before Shirley had a chance to react, pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk. He flipped her skirt up and ripped off her panties, revealing two soft globes of flesh. Without hesitation, he put the engorged head of his throbbing erection at the opening slick with her juices and thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt. He reached under her shirt and grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them as he began to pump in and out of her hot wet tunnel. Slowly, he would withdraw, then slam his hard staff deep inside of his hot client. Over and over again, feeling himself bottom out, grinding his pelvis against her bottom, then to slowly repeat the motion. Shirley gasped when he first entered her. His penis filled her aching void and she moved back against him when he thrust so he would go even deeper. She propped herself on the desk on her elbows and closed her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations of being filled with a staff of flesh and the jolts of electricity that shot from her nipples as he pinched them and worked over her breasts. As he pushed in and out of her, she could feel his bulbous head pressing against her G-spot, causing waves of pleasure to fill her pelvis. She felt Reuben increase the pace, plunging harder and faster into her most deepest recesses causing a pressure to build in her pelvis pushing her higher and higher. The pleasure built until it came to a peak and she felt waves of pleasure spasm through her body as she had an orgasm. “Mmm, mmm, nggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!” Reuben held onto her breasts, pinching her nipples even harder as she convulsed around his thrusting member. He continued to drive his shaft deep inside his client as he felt an all too familiar ache build in his loins. The pressure built and the sight of his fantasy woman bent over in front of him with his erection sliding in and out of her was too much and pushed him over the edge. Wave after wave of his burning seed shot out of him until he was drained and he collapsed on top of Shirley. “How was that?” she asked as she squeezed her muscles around Reuben’s stiff rod still inside of her. “Do we have a deal?” “Come back tomorrow so I can get a better handle on the situation,” he replied as he squeezed her breasts. “I want to be completely satisfied before making a commitment.” Shirley shielded her eyes from the late morning sun as she left Reuben’s office. It was hard to imagine that only thirty minutes had passed since she had entered his office, yet it was a very different woman who walked out. She felt more vibrant and alive than she had in years. The sexuality that had been reborn the previous night was now blooming and growing. She felt hungry for more even though she could feel Reuben’s sperm leaking down the inside of her thigh. As she walked past the construction crew again, she maintained her outward appearance of a conservative housewife, but inside, she seethed with desire. She was able to secretly look over the hard bodied men from behind her sunglasses as they whistled at her. So many men, so little time. She picked up her pace which made it look like she was uncomfortable with their attention. But Keith was waiting for her at home and shamelessly she wanted him again. However, she did need some work done at the house. Perhaps, one or even more of these men could help? She would have to come back later and ask. Partridge Family Love Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ABC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Chapter 3 Shirley Partridge quickly drove home, becoming more and more aroused as she thought of the things she and Keith would do when she saw him again. As she drove, her senses seemed more attuned to seeing the masculine forms around her – construction workers, police officers, truck drivers, businessmen. And more than one caught her fancy and she would wonder what he would look like in bed. By the time she pulled onto Sycamore Road, she felt flush with desire. She couldn’t wait to run into her house and have her son fill her. Shirley parked the car in the driveway and almost ran into the house. She closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes. She needed Keith now. Her pent up sexual appetite made her feel like she was going to explode if she didn’t release it soon. “Keith?” she called out. No one answered. She made her way into the kitchen where she found a note scrawled in Keith’s sloppy handwriting: “Mom. I forgot I promised Dave I would help him move today. Sorry. He’ll give me a ride home after dinner.” It wasn’t even noon and she didn’t know what to do to quench the fire burning inside of her. Her encounter with Reuben didn’t seem to whet her sexual appetite at all. She decided to take a cold shower. Maybe that would help her get through the rest of the day until her son came home that evening. As she toweled herself dry after her cold shower, she heard the doorbell chime. Her lust minimally diminished by the shower, she put on her bathrobe and went to the front door. She peeked out and saw Mr. Kim, her Korean tailor standing on her porch holding their performance outfits on hangers. She opened the door. “Hello, Mr. Kim.” “Good morning Mrs. Partridge. I have your newest outfits here.” “You didn’t have to deliver them.” “It is my honor to deliver these to the famous Partridge Family.” She glanced down at herself. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting any guests. Please come in.” Shirley held the door open for him and then closed it as he entered her foyer. She hadn’t noticed how attractive Mr. Kim was before. He was in his thirties, straight black hair, stocky with broad shoulders. Shirley suddenly realized that they were alone in the house and that standing in her foyer was exactly what she needed. She quickly came up with an idea and started up the stairs. “Can you bring those upstairs for me?” “Certainly.” The young mother could feel his eyes on her back as her heart started to pound and with nervous fingers, pulled her bathrobe up a little to give him a better view of her legs. She led him to her bedroom. “Let me see how the outfits turned out.” Mr. Kim separated one hanger and held up a navy blue jacket and skirt. “This one is yours.” “Can I try it on now to see how it fits?” “Of course.” “Wait right here.” She took the outfit into her bathroom and closed the door halfway, making it look like she had unintentionally left it open, giving Mr. Kim a view of her reflected in the mirror. Her heart beat wildly and her mouth became dry as she nervously thought about what she was about to do. Glancing quickly at the mirror, she could see she had Mr. Kim’s full attention. Her juices started to flow as she shrugged out of her bathrobe, dropping it to the ground. The cool air hitting her exposed nipples made them harden. She put the long-sleeved jacket on and buttoned it, leaving the top two undone. Next she pulled on the knee length skirt and walked back into the bedroom. She noted with pleasure the unmistakable bulge in her tailor’s pants. “How do I look?” she asked as she held her arms out and turned slowly. Mr. Kim’s eyes roamed over her body. “You look beautiful.” “Why thank you for your kind compliment. You’ve outdone yourself this time Mr. Kim.” She stepped closer to him, her heart hammering. “How much do I owe you for this?” “Nothing. I told you I would do this one for free since you are famous and give me good publicity, Mrs. Partridge.” “Please, call me Shirley. You’re making me sound so old. I can’t take this for free after all the work you put into it. I must repay you somehow.” She stepped even closer giving him a clearer view of her cleavage. She couldn’t believe that she was seducing her tailor, but she needed a man so badly now. “No, no pay.” “You look uncomfortable. Is there something I can do for you?” “No, I’m fine.” Shirley looked down at the front of his trousers tenting out. “I see what’s bothering you. Here, let me help.” She reached down and grabbed his erection through his clothes. “I think I’ve found a way I can repay you.” Kneeling in front of her Korean tailor, she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his throbbing penis. She had never seen an Asian penis before. It was slightly darker in color but otherwise perfect for what she needed. She took it into her mouth and began to suck as she moved up and down his shaft. Mr. Kim groaned as the initial shock wore off. He looked down at his favorite client who was now greedily sucking his throbbing erection. Mrs. Partridge approached him about a year ago to design and make performing outfits for her family. He had readily agreed knowing that having a famous singing group wearing his outfits would improve his business and reputation greatly. Getting to work with this beautiful woman was his other motive. When taking measurements of Mrs. Partridge, he was able to see her in only panties and bra and he “innocently” let his hands slide over the curves of her breasts and bottom. This led to situations where he had to hold some fabric in front of him to hide his obvious state of arousal. And Mrs. Partridge was always so kind to him. His business had boomed beyond his wildest expectations and hand delivering a custom made outfit was his way of saying thank you. But never did he ever imagine that she would be interested in anything physical with him. And yet, here was his attractive client kneeling in front of him, wearing his outfit, and pleasuring him. He could feel her taking his stiff member deeper and deeper into her mouth until she took the entire length, deep throating him. The sensation was exquisite. He grabbed the back of her head and held her as she bobbed back and forth along his shaft. Shirley couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying sucking her tailor. She had always found him very proper and polite. His penis was thicker than Reuben’s and she had a little more difficulty accommodating him. As she took his whole erect rod deep into her mouth and down her throat, she nuzzled his black pubic hair and inhaled. His musky aroma was less pungent than that of Keith or Reuben. She had never considered having an Asian lover, but she found the variety quite stimulating. Her fluids were running freely, making her all wet and aroused as she continued to suck on his hard tube of flesh. Mr. Kim pulled his customer to her feet, not wanting to come too quickly. “You are my customer. I must see that you are satisfied first.” He kissed her and unbuttoned the jacket, opening it and allowing him access to her firm pert breasts. He ran his hand over the soft skin and cupped her breast. Gently at first, then more firmly, he massaged the globe of flesh, enjoying its weight and consistency in his hand. He ran a thumb over her nipple, then pinched it between two fingers. As he continued to probe her mouth with his tongue, he let his hands wander down her body. He pulled up her skirt and squeezed her firm bottom. Finally, he slid his hand up her soft inner thigh to their juncture where he found her dripping with anticipation. He rubbed her clitoris eliciting a gasp into his mouth, then he pushed a finger into her hot wet tunnel making her groan. Mr. Kim guided her back until she was next to the bed, then pushed her so that she lay on her back, her legs hanging off the edge. He slowly made his way down her body, nuzzling her neck then kissing that sensitive skin. He lavished his attention on her breasts, kneading them while exploring every inch with his mouth and tongue, especially her nipples until they became erect as pencil erasers. Playfully, he left a trail of kisses down her flat stomach. Skipping past her skirt to her knees, he kissed and licked her inner thigh as he pushed her skirt above her hips and spread her legs to expose her most intimate area. Below the patch of blond pubic hair he spread her glistening labia slick with lubrication. He kissed her clitoris, inhaling her musky scent, then started running the tip of his tongue over the bud of sensitive flesh. “Mmm. That feels nice.” Shirley enjoyed the attention Mr. Kim was paying to her body. Her son, though giving her much pleasure, was still a novice. Reuben was into satisfying only himself and though she enjoyed an occasional “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” there were some things she missed. Mr. Kim seemed to be intent on pleasuring her, awakening sensual sensations from every part of her body. She especially enjoyed the time he spent on her breasts, his ministrations sending shocks of pleasure tingling down to her loins arousing her even further. She felt his breath on her crotch, then his tongue slowly running over her clitoris. She enjoyed his unhurried pace. Other men seemed so intent on licking her hard and fast as if to hurry her lubrication so that they could quickly enter her. She could feel the slow waves of pleasure building gradually as his tongue continued to stimulate her. Then as the pressure built, he pushed his finger into her well lubricated tunnel and massaged her G-spot as he quickened the pace on her clitoris. His other hand massaged her breast while pinching her nipple. The combination of pleasure from all three areas quickly pushed her higher and higher until it peaked and the pressure in her loins exploded with pleasure as she had an incredibly powerful orgasm. The rhythmic waves of her release seemed to continue forever as she bucked her hips, grinding her pelvis against the face of the man who was giving her such pleasure. Finally, she was able to open her eyes and look down into the dark eyes of her multitalented tailor who was still between her thighs. “Let’s see how well you fit me.” Shirley reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head, then quickly removed his pants and trousers. She dragged him on top of her and guided his rigid pole to her slick opening. He thrust forward, making her gasp as he filled her with his erect flesh. Mr. Kim drove into the attractive woman beneath him impaling himself to the hilt in her burning tight passage. He was surprised at how tight this mother of five was as he slowly moved in and out of her. He set a leisurely pace as he looked down at this vixen seductress who masqueraded as a reserved suburban mother. Her eyes were closed as she moved her head slowly from side to side, biting the side of her bottom lip, reveling in the sensation of being filled by a man. As he picked up the pace, he enjoyed watching her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts as he plunged deep inside her, the jacket wide open giving him an unobstructed view. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, legs spread apart. He put her smooth alabaster legs on his shoulders and pushed even further into the petite mother. With her legs up, Shirley could feel the pressure of the head of his penis stimulating her still sensitive g-spot as he thrust deeply in and out of her. She felt the pleasurable pressure build quickly again as he continued to drive deeper and deeper until she was pushed over the edge again and she writhed around in ecstasy with her second orgasm. Mr. Kim watched as the object of his desire thrashed about in the throes of passion. He felt the familiar pressure build in his groin as he rhythmically pounded harder and harder. The sight of his erection glistening with her fluids pistoning in and out of the pretty blond and the grip of her tight hot tunnel on his penis pushed him to an intense peak of pleasure. Wave after wave of hot semen shot out of him as he ejaculated deep inside of her body, filling her until it she could hold no more. He collapsed on top of her as the spasms subsided. “A perfect fit,” Shirley murmured into his ear. “Come again tomorrow so I can make sure my other outfits fit as well.” “It would be my pleasure. After all, customer always knows best.” Partridge Family Love Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ABC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * * * * * Shirley Partridge closed the door behind Mr. Kim as he left and leaned against it. She looked at her watch. It was only one in the afternoon and she had already had sex with three men. Suddenly she remembered that she was supposed to take the bus to the garage at one o'clock. Quickly, she put on some panties and buttoned her jacket, leaving the top button undone. In her rush, she didn't have time to put on a bra. She grabbed her purse and jumped into the bus and drove to the garage. The bus was running roughly and she thought it might quit at any moment. She pulled into the service station and a large black man wearing a navy mechanic's suit with the name "Duncan" sewn above the breast pocket walked up to her window. "You must be Mrs. Partridge." "How did you know?" "Well, not many people drive around in buses that have 'The Partridge Family' on the side, and you're my one o'clock appointment." "Sorry I'm late. I had to be fitted for a costume." She felt a tingle of arousal as she thought about her tryst with her Korean tailor. "I hope this doesn't put you behind schedule." "Actually, this is your lucky day. Normally, we're packed, but you're the only one I have to work on today. It's been so slow, I let the rest of the guys go early. Pull into the garage so I can take a look." Shirley eased the bus into the cool shade of the garage. The raucous noise of the misfiring engine sounded even louder in the confined space. She left the engine running and stepped out of the bus. As Duncan popped the hood and looked closely at the engine Shirley ran an appreciative eye over the mechanic. He was a massive man, six and a half feet tall with a huge chest and arms. With his shaven head, he could have looked very intimidating, but there was a certain gentleness about the way he moved and talked. Shirley idly wondered if every part of him was so substantially built. He reached into the engine and suddenly the noisy clattering gave way to a subdued smooth rumbling. Duncan closed the hood and wiped the grease off his hands. "What was wrong?" "Spark plug wire had come loose. Should run fine now." "That was it?" "Simple as that." "Do you have time to look at the AC? It's not blowing very well." "Sure. No one else for me to tend to now." Duncan entered the bus and sat in the driver's seat. He pushed on the buttons and twisted the knobs to the AC unit while Shirley watched from the lower step just inside the door. While the mechanic was busy with the AC, Shirley continued to check him out. He moved next to the driver's seat and lay on his back to look under the dash. He reached up and started fiddling with the wires. The muscles in his arms bulged, the short sleeves tight around his biceps. Shirley began to feel desire grow as she watched this hunk of a man work. Now here was a real man and she felt a craving to have him take her right there in the bus. Before she knew it, she felt her juices flowing as her sexual appetite kicked into high gear. "There's a flashlight on the bench just in front of the bus. Can you get it for me?" he asked. "Sure." Shirley got out, grabbed the flashlight, hesitated, then unbuttoned the second button of her jacket as she stepped back into the bus. She leaned over and held out the flashlight. "Here it is." Duncan looked out from under the dash and his eyes grew wide. Shirley's jacket hung open, giving him a clear view of the pale skin of her breasts. He tore his gaze away and looked up at Shirley and smiled. "Thanks," he stuttered. He busied himself under the dash but the memory of her cleavage was burned in his mind and started to affect him physically. Shirley watched with interest as a bulge formed in his pants and smiled to herself. It was much easier to get a man's attention than she had imagined. She "innocently" leaned further over so that she could see under the dash pretending to be interested in what Duncan was doing. But that position allowed her jacket to gap open even more giving him an almost unobstructed view of her firm breasts. "See anything interesting?" she asked. "Couple things I would like to examine further" Duncan replied as he looked down her jacket. He reluctantly looked back up to his task at hand. "Actually, there's an opening here that may be blocked. I need something to stick in there. If you could hand me something long and hard that'll take care of the problem." "Long and hard?" Shirley asked as she eyed the now huge bulge tenting up in front of her. "How about this?" she said as she grabbed his erection through his pants. Duncan bolted up in surprise, hitting his head under the dash. "Yeouch!" he yelled in pain and surprise. "Lay back before you hurt yourself," Shirley cautioned as she lay her other hand on his muscular chest. She thrilled at the feel of so much muscle she could feel in both hands. "I'll get your tool ready for use." Duncan raised his head enough to watch as Shirley unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive penis. She was astounded at its size – ten inches long and almost as thick as her wrist. This was the largest male organ she had ever seen. It thoroughly captivated her attention and she felt uncontrollably drawn to this huge specimen. She grabbed the thick shaft and rubbed its bulbous head across her lips before kissing it. Because of its girth, she had to stretch her mouth open to get it to fit. She sucked on the dark tip as she worked her hands up and down the shaft, then reached down to fondle the huge testicles at the base. Shirley could not get over feeling such a large log of stiff flesh in her hands and in her mouth, it was driving her crazy with lust. Duncan lay on his back in shock watching the petite blond woman suck his erection. When she had bent over, revealing her cleavage, he thought it was a lucky accident for him. He had no idea that this demure suburban mother would be so sexually charged. He had considered canceling this job so he could take the afternoon off too, but now he was glad he didn't and that he was alone. This was his lucky day and now it looked like his sacrifice was going to really pay off. He lay back and enjoyed the sensual feel of her mouth on his most sensitive area. Shirley wanted to feel it all and couldn't wait any longer. She stood and quickly pulled off her soaking panties. She straddled the prone mechanic and lowered herself onto his enormous erect pole, supporting herself by holding onto the dash. Squirming with delight, she felt him stretch her well-lubricated passage and slowly she sat until she was completely impaled on his solid black staff. It was a tight fit, but she had never felt so filled in her life and was thrilled at the thought that his enormous penis was completely inside of her. Moving slowly at first, she moved her hips up and down his shaft, riding him. Duncan watched with fascination as his throbbing erection disappeared into his beautiful customer. She was so hot and tight, yet she took him all as she leaned over him. He reached up and unbuttoned her jacket, freeing her breasts. He took one firm breast in each of his massive hands and caressed them, his black hands contrasting sharply with her pale white skin. He pinched her nipples and heard her gasp with pleasure. After mauling her breasts, he lowered his hands to her waist so he could better hold her in place as he thrust up into the beautiful young mother, leaving black grease handprints on her chest. His huge member constantly stimulated Shirley's g-spot and clitoris so intensely that she quickly felt the pleasure build to a peak. As he continued to push up into her she dug her fingers into the dash and screamed out as her orgasm hit. Her body spasmed in ecstasy as she continued to ride her mechanic, her eyes closed. She felt herself being lifted as her orgasm subsided, her lover still inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he stood, his hands on her bottom, easily holding her up in the aisle of the bus. They kissed, their mouths hungrily devouring each other, his tongue exploring her mouth. While holding her up, he began to rock his hips, sensually moving in and out of her. As he increased the pace, Shirley leaned back and put her hands on the backs of the seats on both sides of the aisle, supporting her upper body and giving Duncan better leverage so that he could thrust harder and deeper. The effect of his large tool sliding in and out of her brought her quickly to a second orgasm. The attractive mother of five had never had a man cause her to climax twice so quickly. Then again, she had never had a man so well endowed. As she came down from her second orgasm, she was surprised to see that her dark lover was still going strong. He lowered her so that she could stand on her quivering legs and pulled out. She felt a great emptiness even though she was exhausted from her two orgasms. But he wasn't finished yet. He turned her around, bent her forward over the back of a seat, and flipped her skirt up. She felt as he rubbed the tip of his massive organ up and down her wet opening and even though she was ready, gasped as he lunged forward, driving himself to the hilt in one thrust. From this position, he plunged his huge member in and out of her, driving her to peak after peak of orgasms, never giving her a chance to fully recover before the next one hit. She thought she was going to die of pleasure. Duncan looked down at the small blond and almost couldn't believe what he was doing to her. Her skirt was around her waist, her jacket pushed up to her neck. Black streaks of grease marked where he had mauled her pale bottom and breasts. He marveled at the sight of his black erection moving in and out of her. As he watched this good-looking female customer writhe and moan with yet another orgasm, he could feel the pressure build in his testicles as he continued to pound black tool into her. He knew that she hadn't been satisfied like this before and now that she had experienced what he could do, would be back for more. The pressure continued to build until it peaked. He grabbed her hips and slammed deep into her as he felt his sperm explode into the pretty youthful mother. Jet after jet hot semen shot out, filled her, as she cried out with her final orgasm. . -------------------------------------------------------------- Shirley lay in the bathtub at home, relaxing after washing off the grease stains from her previous encounter. She couldn't believe that she had had sex with her son, her manager, her tailor, and her mechanic all in one day. She would have to control herself better she thought to herself. After all, she was a mother with five children and the head of the household. She had to act responsibly. She couldn't just keep having sex with men just because she wanted to. The past twenty-four hours were a mistake and all those encounters should be more than enough to get rid of those feelings of lust. She decided that she would go back to being a sensible, practical mother and let Keith know as soon as he returned that evening. She heard the front door open. "Mom?" Keith called out. "I'm taking a bath. I'll be right out." She would tell Keith that it was over. Keith walked into the bathroom and looked down at his gorgeous mother. "Hello, Mom. Miss your lover?" She knew she had to tell him. "Keith..." she started. Her heart beat harder as she looked at her handsome son. She fought the feelings rising in her traitorous body. She had to put a stop to this. "I need to tell you something." "My body is telling me something," he replied as he walked toward her. She could see his erection creating a bulge in his pants as he moved next to the bathtub. Her heart started to beat wildly. Her heart and her mind battled for dominance, but finally, her heart persevered and she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. "You're probably all dirty from working. Come in and let me wash you," Shirley said as she reached up and pulled down his pants. As she took his growing erection into her mouth, she thought to herself: She was still young and attractive. Why not enjoy life? And as her son joined her in the tub and began to pleasure her with his body, she realized how a man could awaken her senses and make her feel truly alive. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? But she was excited about all the possibilities and all that she had yet to experience. She was going to go out and finally start enjoying her life to the fullest, starting right then. And she pulled her son on top of her and guided him into her. The end Partridge Family Love Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ABC. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Chapter 5 ***** Shirley woke up early the next morning just as the sun began to rise. She heard the sound of heavy slow breathing and turned to head to see her oldest son, Keith laying in bed asleep next to her. The events of the previous two days then came rushing back - her seducing Keith Friday night after he came home early from his date, then having sex with Reuben her manager, Mr. Kim her Korean tailor, and Duncan the big black mechanic yesterday, and then finally ending with a marathon session in bed last night with Keith. As she looked at her son sleeping next to her, she felt a pang of guilt. After all, he was her son. But every time she tried to stop things over the weekend, she gave in to her body's impulses and ended up in bed with him. She needed some help but where? The house was quiet. The rest of the children were away with grandparents and friends and wouldn't be home for a week. The mother of five mulled over the issue in her mind but couldn't seem to get anywhere. Then she remembered it was Sunday. Shirley rarely went to church these days because of their touring schedule and was not much of a church goer even before. But today, she thought she might find some answers there. She quietly and quickly showered and dressed in a very conservative navy blue dress that came down to her knees with a white belt and left the house without waking her still sleeping son. Shirley slipped into the back of the church just as the music started. The Reverend Richard Stout stood behind the pulpit, dressed in a burgundy suit and plaid tie. He was a tall lean man in his 40's with stern eyes behind his horn rimmed glasses. He gave a sermon about how Satan uses the temptations of the flesh to lure people to sin and that all Christians must guard against Satan. He ended by saying that the next Sunday he would tell the congregation specifically what they must do to resist these temptations. Shirley couldn't wait a week - she had to get some answers now. As the reverend stood at the door saying goodbye to his flock, she hung back so that she was the last one out. The reverend furrowed his brow when he saw her. "Good to see you Shirley," he said as he shook her hand. "It's been a while." "You're right," she replied, "but we've been on tour for months and have just returned for a break." "Now that you're in town, I hope you'll be more consistent with your attendance," he admonished. "Yes, I'll try. Your sermon today was very interesting. It made me think..." she hesitated. "Is there something bothering you?" he asked. "I've just got something on my mind." "Do you want to talk about it?" "Maybe. Do you think I can make an appointment to talk to you sometime soon?" "How about now?" he suggested. "I'm done for the day and everyone has already left." "I don't want to bother you," she began. "Nonsense. Come with me to my office." The reverend led her into the now empty church through the back hall and into his office. He had noticed her enter the church, how could he not? She was the most famous member of his church, a beautiful woman, mother of five and a widow. But he also knew her type. She acted and dressed like a conservative suburban mother but that couldn't hide her voluptuous curves, her sensual mouth and flirtatious mannerisms. As much as she tried to hide it, he knew there was evil in her. She was a woman seething with sexual energy that she would use to destroy the lives of men who were pulled into her sphere of influence. She was Satan's soldier, a seductress and temptress, sent to ruin men and their relationship with God. It was up to him as a man of God to neutralize the sexual energy of this Jezebel so that she would tempt no more. He had her sit in the chair across his desk and closed the door to his office so they wouldn't be disturbed. He then sat across from her. She sat nervously on the edge of the chair, legs crossed, her hands nervously fiddling with the strap of her purse. He noticed how she let her skirt ride up to expose her knees. "Ah ha," he thought to himself. "She is already trying to work her evil womanly wiles on me. But I will prevail and defeat her." "So what's on your mind?" the reverend asked. "Well, it's about... my friend," she began vaguely. "She is in a situation and when I heard your sermon today, I thought she would benefit from your advice on how to deal with the situation she is in." "What kind of situation?" he asked, knowing that she was probably talking about herself. Most times when people asked him for advice for a "friend" they were talking about themselves. "It has to do with temptation... of the flesh." "By this, you mean she has uncovered the nakedness of a man who is not her husband?" The young mother, eyes downcast, nodded her head. "Then she is an adulteress," he said, his voice rising in indignation as his face flushed. "Not an adulteress because her husband is dead," she corrected. "Then she is still guilty of fornication," he shot back. He knew now for sure that she was talking about herself. "You are right," she admitted. "What can she do to stop?" "I need more information before I can answer. With whom is she fornicating?" "It's ..." she hesitated unable to say more. "I must know," he demanded. "Her soul is at stake!" "It's her son," she whispered. "Incest? INCEST!" the minister bellowed as his face contorted with outrage. He sputtered as he tried to find something to say. He knew she was evil, but he had no idea of the extent of her depravity. "It's terrible, I know. What does she need to do to stop?" Shirley asked quietly. "She must confess, then this evil must be beaten out of her," he stated. "Once she is cleansed of this evil, then and only then can she be saved." "Really? She can be saved?" she asked, looking up to the reverend with a glimmer of hope. "Yes but she must take responsibility for her actions and confess," he said as he stood and raised his hands to the heavens. "That is the first step toward salvation!" . With that, Shirley fell to her knees, clasping her hands together and looked up at the reverend towering over her on the other side of the desk, a pillar of righteousness and salvation. He could help her overcome this temptation. He had to. "Reverend, I confess," she said in a quiet anguished voice. "I am the one who is sleeping with my son and I need help so I can stop." The Reverend looked down at the lovely woman on her knees before him. He was ready to do battle with Satan. The armor of God would protect him as he tried to exorcise the demons inside of her so that she would no longer be an instrument of evil. "Then you must follow my every command," he said with righteous indignation as he came around his desk. He roughly pulled her to her feet then pushed her down on the desk so she was bent over at the waist. "I want you to think of those sinful deeds you have done with your son while I punish you. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is obvious that there was no discipline in your house, no punishments, no spankings. What you need now is a good old fashioned spanking. The pain will then drive those thoughts from your mind forever so you will be cleansed." Shirley felt vulnerable bent over, her arms resting on the desk. But she did as she was told and closed her eyes and thought about the last time she was with Keith, the look of bliss on his face as he thrust in and out of her. Even in this church office in front of the minister, she could feel herself begin to get aroused. "Are you thinking about your son?" he asked. "Yes." "Good," he said as he spanked her bottom for the first time. "Oh!" she exclaimed more out of surprise than pain. Then turning to him asked "What are you doing?" "I am casting the demons out of you," he said as he pushed her head down on the desk. "If you want you and your son to be saved, you must accept everything that I will do to you. Now continue to think about the sordid things you and your son did while I do my work. I will not spare the rod with you." She continued to imagine Keith's sweaty body laying on top of her as they made love. But it was hard to concentrate with the swats the minister was delivering to her bottom with his hand. Because of her skirt, it wasn't painful, just distracting. And the minister kept talking, giving a personal sermon on the weakness of the flesh and how it needed discipline and punishment to make it strong. The steady cadence of his spanking began to match the tempo of her imaginary Keith thrusting inside of her. She felt herself getting more and more aroused and tried to stifle a moan that escaped from her lips. "Hellfire and damnation but the demons in you are strong! The flesh must be punished directly if I am to have success." he declared. He pulled her skirt up exposing her lacy black panties contrasting sharply with her white soft skin. The pastor took a sharp breath in at this view. This was surely the devil's work, trying to fluster him. Before he would let the sight distract him more, he raised his hand and quickly brought down hard on the guilty mother's soft bottom. The loud smack was punctuated by an involuntary squeal from his victim. When he lifted his hand in preparation for the next blow, a hand shaped red imprint was left on her white skin. He brought his hand down again and again, spanking her hard, trying to force the demons from this obviously possessed woman. What else could explain her depraved behavior? Initially, the stinging pain of the spanking distracted Shirley's mind from the erotic images in her mind making her think that this may actually work. But as the reverend continued to smack her bottom while muttering "hellfire and damnation" over and over, the pain turned into a feeling of heat that though still painful, was not so bad. And the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of a man was turning her on. The tempo of the spanking started to change - with each smack, the reverend's hand stayed in contact with her skin longer and longer until he was caressing her bottom after each blow. She turned her head and could see the reverend's trousers tenting up. Apparently, she was not the only one getting turned on by the spanking. The reverend started to perspire with the effort. The contact with her skin, though sharp that it was, made him want to touch her more. He couldn't help himself and with each swat, he let his hand rest for a moment on her bottom, each time letting it linger longer until he was mostly fondling her. He justified his actions by thinking that he was just softening up her skin so that the spanking would be more painful and more effective in driving out her sinful thoughts. And the bulge in his pants was just his excitement at beating Satan. He gasped as he felt more pressure on his groin. Looking down, he saw that the object of his punishment was rubbing his erection through his pants. "Looks like your rod's ready to be used, reverend," she noted as she kneeled before him, still caressing his bulge. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," he replied. "Then you shouldn't spare the rod. You need to use it," she said as she unzipped his pants and reached in to grab his erection. This temptress was good, but he was better and knew that he would prevail. He would let her try to use her sorcery on him so that he would better understand the ways of the devil. He watched intently as she pulled his erection out of his pants and into the open. She seemed entranced by it, studying his manhood as she wrapped her small hand around the shaft. He groaned as she squeezed while pumping her hand up and down. Never had anyone done this to him. He had only had sex with his wife and that was in the dark with her laying still on the bed while he tried to push himself between her legs. She never touched him or made any sounds while they had sex. It was obvious she didn't enjoy it and they had sex only infrequently. This experience made him think that most women were like his wife. Good Christian women didn't enjoy sex. Only harlots, prostitutes and other shameless un-Christian women liked sex. Then the famous mother did the unthinkable. She leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth. He couldn't believe that a woman would do that voluntarily, then he couldn't think anymore as the exquisite sensations of pleasure drove all rational thought from his mind. He had never felt anything so pleasurable as she worked her mouth back and forth while pumping the base of his erection with her hand. A distant sound of warning sounded in his mind, but then again, there was nothing in the Bible prohibiting a woman from doing this to a man. Her ministrations made him harder and thicker than he had ever been. She then stood, slipped off her dress and stepped out of her panties and leaned over the desk presenting her bottom to him.. "I need you inside of me, now," she begged. He looked down at her, drinking in her beauty. Her breasts hung down, their erect nipples touching his desk top as she bent over at the waist. Her bottom was a bright red from the spanking and her legs were spread so that he could see the juices oozing out of her pink opening between the vaginal lips. So this was what he had been blindly aiming for all these years with his wife. And here it was for all to see. No more fumbling or blind thrusting. Without thought, he shuffled forward until the head of his penis rested just at the opening. "Use your rod on me." Her musky scent filled his nostrils. His mind was filled with desire but if he crossed this line, there was no going back. A battle raged in his mind. Just a push forward and he would find such pleasure. But then his soul would be damned. Would it be worth it? He groaned with the mental struggle. He looked down at the tip of his manhood slick with her lubrication nestling against her most intimate orifice. He grit his teeth as he prepared to lunge forward - after all he was only a man. Then his attention was caught by the puckered opening just above her slit. Then he had a flash of inspiration. He would not have sex with this harlot. But he would use Sodom as his guide for his next act. "I will use my rod on you but not in the way you want." With that, he slid the tip of his erection up until it rested against her anal opening. "No," she implored. "Not there." "As it says in Proverbs 23:14 Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell," he intoned. "I will beat this evil out of you with my rod." With that, he began to push forward. Shirley never wanted to try anal sex and tried to move away but was trapped between the desk and the log of flesh. She thought of stopping him, but then decided that maybe this punishment was what she deserved. Resigned to her fate, she dropped her head as the tip of his fleshy spear drove deeper into her nether realm. There was so much lubrication that he slid in rather easily. As she was stretched open, it was uncomfortable but not as painful as she had expected. She realized if she relaxed there was no more discomfort and soon he was completely inside of her. Once her virgin orifice had adjusted to this intrusion, she found she actually enjoyed this unique feeling of being filled. He started to pump in and out of her and she groaned in pleasure. The reverend misinterpreted her groans thinking she was in pain. "This is your punishment for your unholy desires," he intoned. "My rod shall turn you from your transgressions!" With that, he grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of this possessed woman. The sensation of her sphincter gripping his rod like a velvet vise was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He watched as his fleshy rod moved in and out of her bottom as her breasts swayed forward and back in rhythm to his thrusts. He slapped her bottom some more eliciting more satisfactory squeals of pain. How else to punish this wanton woman? He reached forward and grabbed her breast and roughly pinched a nipple. She moaned in response. He continued to squeeze her breast, relishing the feel of the soft flesh in his hand which contrasted with the firmness of her nipple. Shirley was surprised at how much she was enjoying anal sex. There was something about it that made her feel naughty like she was doing something forbidden. As he continued to thrust in and out of her, the head of his penis rubbed against her G-spot through the rectal wall. This combined with the electric jolts of pleasure from her nipples being twisted and pinched created that familiar pressure in her pelvis. She felt the sexual energy build to a peak. But just as she was approaching her orgasm, he began spanking her bottom with his other hand, the pain distracting enough to thwart her release. She groaned in frustration. However, this fusion of pleasure and pain heightened her senses and sensitized her nerves so that the delectable feelings of pleasure built higher and higher, the pain preventing her release but the pleasure increasing the sexual pressure beyond anything she had experience in the past. "Oh, God... Oh, God," she moaned. "Yes, yes," the revered cried out ecstatically. He felt his methods were working and that the demons were getting close to being driven out. "Call out to God and he will save you." He could feel the pressure build in his loins. It had been too long since he had release. The sight of the lovely mother thrashing about and moaning as he plunged in and out of her and the sweet sensation of her sphincter tightly gripping his rod was too much for him. He couldn't decide between grabbing her soft breasts or her hips so he could thrust harder so he ended up with one hand on each as he exploded with rapturous pleasure inside of her. He cried out with the pleasure but the jumbled syllables that tumbled out made no sense. The novel sensation of the pulsating invader jetting warm semen into her rectum finally pushed Shirley over the edge and she finally was able to find relief. She moaned incoherently as the muscles in her pelvis spasmed as waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Her anal sphincter rhythmically clenched around the fleshy shaft milking out even more of the thick warm fluid as the reverend collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the desk. Once the reverend came back to his senses, he realized what had just happened. His reward for casting out the demons was having the Holy Spirit enter his body and blessing him with this rapturous experience. He was even able to speak in tongues at the height of the encounter. He lifted himself off of the formerly possessed woman, still impaled by his now diminishing rod. "Do you feel better now that the demons are gone?" he asked. "Mmm, much better. That wasn't what I expected but it was exactly what I needed, reverend." "The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame," he quoted. "So I am still concerned for you." "Why?" "The demons will want to return," he explained. It was obvious God had rewarded him for his actions today and would continue to reward him as long as he worked with this poor woman. "To keep them away, I will have to use my rod on you regularly to deliver your soul from hell." "I understand it's a difficult job you have. I'm glad you're willing to do this for me, Reverend. When should I come back?" "I think daily use of the rod will be necessary." "I'll be back tomorrow then. Truly, your rod and your staff, they comfort me," she replied smiling. "I never knew that coming to church could be so fulfilling." Partridge Family Love Ch. 06 Disclaimer: I do not own The Partridge Family, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Partridge Family Love: Chapter 6 ***** Shirley Partridge drove home from church. Her encounter with the reverend did get her mind off of Keith at least for a short time. Maybe she just needed to keep herself busy and that would lessen her temptation to be with her son. As she pulled into her driveway on Sycamore Road, she noticed that the bus was gone. Then she remembered that Keith was going to the beach with friends to camp and wouldn't be back until the next day. Part of her was disappointed he wasn't home but a part of her was relieved. Perhaps a quiet Sunday spent alone would be just what she needed to clear her head. She parked the car and walked into her empty house. She went into her bathroom and turned on the water to the shower. As she undressed she looked out the window into the backyard and could see Pedro, her gardener in his khaki work shirt and pants, trimming the bushes with shears. She had never noticed but he was actually a nice looking young man. He was in his twenties with dark hair and mustache, just a little taller than her with a stocky build. She stepped away from the window and looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. The redness on her bottom from the spanking the reverend had given her had faded. She was surprised that there wasn't more evidence of the activities that had happened just a short time ago. The tangle of hair at the junction of her thighs caught her eye. Summer was almost here and she needed a trim. She reached for her razor then paused thinking. Quickly, she turned off the water and put on a bathrobe, tying the sash around her waist as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the back door just enough to stick her head out. "Pedro," she called out. "Can you come over here?" "Buenas dias, Senora Partridge," he said tipping his straw cowboy hat as he walked toward her. "You need something?" "I need your help," she said as she opened the door wider, inviting him into the kitchen. She closed the door then turned to him. "How do you shave your mustache?" "Mi mostacho?" he asked puzzled, pointing to his upper lip. "I use, ah... a razor straight." "A straight razor? Perfect. Come with me," she said as she walked out of the kitchen. Pedro paused, uncertain what to do. He had been the gardener for the Partridges for the past year, caring for the yard while they were traveling. The few times he had talked to Mrs. Partridge was to discuss yard issues but otherwise he just did his work and they seemed happy with it. Now, Mrs. Partridge was in front of him with only a bathrobe on walking out of the kitchen. His English wasn't that good and he was afraid he might misinterpret what she was saying. She turned and gestured for him to follow her so he followed her further into the house, through her bedroom and into her bathroom. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a straight razor and held it out to him. "Can you trim my bush?" she asked. "Lo siento, Senora Partridge. I will need my clippers to finish the job outside." "Not those bushes, but this one," she said as she opened her bathrobe to reveal her pubic area. Shirley smiled as she saw his eyes widen in surprise. She put the straight razor in his hand then sat on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread apart. She lathered shaving cream on the sides with a shaving brush. "Start with the sides." Pedro knelt between her legs. He had never seen a gringo woman naked. Her breasts were so pale and full with pink nipples instead of the brown of his people. She had a beautiful body for a mother of five. He concentrated on the task at hand so he wouldn't be too distracted. He would treat this like any other job the senora gave him. Surely that's all she wanted from him. Deftly using the straight razor he quickly trimmed the sides until she had a neat triangle of light brown curly hair. She then spread her legs more and lathered the cream further down. He carefully shaved all the hair between her legs so that her vaginal lips were completely exposed. "It's finished, the trimming," he said as he stood. "Yes," she replied turning on the water in the shower, "but now it needs to be cleaned. And so do you. We'll do both at the same time." Shirley pulled down the trousers on the still shocked gardener releasing his engorged penis. She grasped it in her hand. "Nice tool you have. Let's clean it and get it ready to use." She stepped into the bathtub and motioned for him to join her. He quickly removed his clothes and joined her in the shower under the spraying water. She handed him a bar of soap and said, "You wash me first." Pedro took the soap and started to rub it on her body. His soapy hands glided over the wet curves of her body. The Anglo senora tilted her head back so the water splashed on her head then ran down in rivulets between her pale breasts. He slid his hands up to the twin mounds and relished the feeling of the soft white flesh in his calloused brown hands. Her pink nipples hardened as he played with them. He then let his hand wander down her flat stomach until he was cupping her partly shaved mons. His soapy fingers probed further in and pressed against an erect button of flesh eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the senora. While one hand continued to rub her clitoris, he pressed the fingers of his other hand inside of her already slippery opening eliciting more moans and gasps. After several minutes she took the soap from him. "My turn to wash you." As much as she enjoyed feeling his hands on her, she wanted to explore him. She had never seen a latino man naked and Pedro was a fine male specimen. She moved him under the spray of water and quickly soaped his muscular young body so that she could let herself go to her ultimate destination, his manhood jutting out from his body. The shaft pulsed when she squeezed it with her soapy hand. She knelt in front of him to get a closer view of her object of desire. As she pumped her slippery hand up and down his shaft, she soaped his testicles with the other, gently exploring this most sensitive area. Once the soap was rinsed off, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Pedro was astounded to see what she was doing to him. The feeling of her mouth on him was incredible. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that this white senora would do anything like this. She moved her head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth making him groan with pleasure. When she looked up at him with his erection in her mouth, he almost exploded at the sight. Unwilling to come too quickly, he lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth as the water poured on their heads. He let his hands roam over her body, enjoying the feeling of her naked wet flesh. Finally, she broke the kiss and turned around, placing her hands on the shower wall and pushing her bottom out toward him. "Time to plant your seed." Without hesitation, the young gardener moved forward and placed his brown mushroom head against her pink opening dripping with water mixed with her juices. He groaned as he enjoyed that exquisite feeling of first entering her, taking his time as he pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt. He grabbed her hips and began to push in and out of her. As he lunged forward, the water splashed every time his pelvis slapped up against her bottom. The sounds of naked flesh slapping together in time with his thrusts filled the bathroom. Though she had enjoyed the anal sex earlier, she missed having a man inside her properly. This was much better and she pushed back against her Latino lover as his erection pistoned in and out of her. The water cascaded over them as he reached around with one hand and rubbed her clitoris as he continued to pump in and out of her. The two pronged assault on her erogenous zones - his erection stimulating her G-spot while his fingers stimulated her clitoris, along with the sensory overload of the showering water pelting her skin pushed her quickly to the edge. He may have been young, but he was not inexperienced. The pleasurable pressure peaked then exploded. The young gardener continued to pump in and out of her as she writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Her vaginal walls contracted rhythmically, squeezing him. The sight and sounds of his employer having an orgasm along with the tightening of her vagina around his throbbing erection caused his testicles to swell until he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her hips in both hands and slammed forcefully in and out of her, driving himself as far as he could until he erupted. His hot seed shot out in waves until he was completely empty. After they finished showering and drying off Shirley led the gardener to the back door. She squeezed his flaccid penis through his pants. "Tomorrow, you plant more seed for me, ok?" "Si, senora," he replied with a smile. "Pedro will plant seed anytime you want!"