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Proof

By: JimBob44



*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*

It was May of 1974; his second semester of college had just ended. He cleaned out his dormitory room and loaded the three cardboard boxes into the back seat of his 1963 four door.

People could laugh at his car all they wanted; he could leave the windows down, keys sitting in the ignition and the car would still be there the next morning. His roommate had had his own car stolen three times the past semester.

Traffic was a major headache from Lafayette all the way to Baton Rouge, and from Baton Rouge to New Orleans, was a nightmare. Thankfully, when he'd filled up the car with gas, he'd had the foresight to also buy a six-pack of beer. A sudden inspiration also told him to grab a Styrofoam cup on his way out of the gas station. The cup came in real handy when he had to pee, sitting at a standstill on Airline Highway.

When he finally reached Transcontinental Drive, the last beer was warm and he was mildly drunk and very tired. 

Gary's mother came out, shrieking her joy at seeing her son. His dad shook his head and commented on the long hair and unshaven face. Behind the folks, Billy playfully gave him the finger.

After a home-cooked meal, a hot shower, and a couple of beers with his dad Gary called it a night. His room was exactly as he'd left it, still had the same musty smell and all.

The next day, he went down to David's house, but Mrs. Johnson said David and Lizzie were across the street helping Mr. Prescott. His wife was back in the hospital again, the poor woman, so David and Lizzie were doing the neighborly thing.

In 1974, neighbors knew who their next-door neighbors were. If a neighbor needed a hand, the neighborhood gave him a hand. When Mrs. Prescott went into the hospital in 1973, Gary's dad had sent him down to cut the man's grass for him. His mom had made him bring her tuna and cheese casserole, which made his dad say 'hasn't the man suffered enough? Why punish him more?'

If Mr. Prescott had been alive in 2009, it would have taken the stench of decaying flesh to make his next-door neighbor question whether or not they should check on him. Even then, they would have called an already overtaxed police department to do it for them.

Gary rang the doorbell but there was no answer. He shrugged his shoulders and walked around to the back; maybe they were working out in the yard.

Standing on the back porch, he did not see them. He turned to leave the back yard and happened to glance through the sliding glass doors.

David and Lizzie were helping Mr. Prescott all right. They were cleaning his pipe for him.

Gary had always suspected that David was gay; here was the proof. David knelt down in front of a standing Mr. Prescott, his mouth bobbing up and down on the man's fat cock. That was no real big surprise.

What was a big surprise was David's nineteen-year-old sister Lizzie, on her hands and knees, sucking on her big brother's cock. Gary stared, open-mouthed, as she expertly worked David's long, thin member all the way down her throat, then slowly backed up and flicked her tongue rapidly at the bulbous head.

As Gary watched, David's cock began to spurt thin dribbles of semen onto Lizzie's tongue. Then he saw David's eyes begin to bulge, and then sperm began to pulse out of David's mouth. Even through the closed door, Gary could hear Mr. Prescott bellow in orgasm.

Lizzie looked up and her eyes met Gary's. She froze for a long moment, then lowered her head in shame, but did not say anything to her brother or Mr. Prescott.

Gary went home, head in a buzz. About three hours later, his mother called him downstairs; he had a phone call.

"Hey, man," David cheerfully said. "My mom said you stopped by!"

"Yeah," Gary agreed. "She said you were helping out Mr. Prescott," Gary said.

"Yeah, his old lady's back in the hospital; me and Lizzie went over, you know, did some stuff for him," David said. "Paid me real good, thirty bucks."

"No kidding? That is pretty good," Gary agreed.

"Want to go to the Swamp Room, get a Swamp burger?" David asked. "Maybe shoot some pool?"

"You're on, man!" Gary cheerfully agreed. "Lizzie coming?"

"What? That dog?" David sneered.

"Didn't seem to matter to you when you were letting her blow you," Gary wanted to say, but didn't.

Lizzie wasn't 'a dog,' as David had called her. True, she would win no beauty contests with her multitude of pimples and slightly large nose and thin lips. Her long brown hair was parted in the middle and hung down to her shoulder blades and her smile wasn't just with her lips, but enveloped her entire face. 

From the neck down, more than one guy had said, Lizzie was a real fox. Her tits were more than handfuls, her waist was slender, but her hips were nice and full.

'Put a bag over her head, man!' they'd laughed.

"Yeah, that dog," Gary said. "Bring her, man, I haven't seen her in forever."

"Why?" David asked, suspicious.

"Just told you, man," Gary said. "Haven't seen her in forever, man."

Lizzie wore a very tight knit top with her bell-bottom blue jeans. She reached out a hand to shake Gary's hand, but Gary surprised and delighted her with a hug and a kiss to her lips.

David glared at Gary for kissing his sister but Gary ignored him.

"Hey Lizard," Gary said, calling her by her Old Nick name.

"Don't call me that!" she shrieked and slapped him, causing the three of them to laugh.

After a few beers, and a few game of pool, David pulled Gary aside.

"Man, Mr. Prescott paid me in something besides moolah," David whispered.

"Yeah?" Gary asked.

"Yeah, mother fucker gives me three killer doobies, man!" David said.

"Aw, no shit?" Gary said. "Cool!"

They sat in Gary's car, parked behind the Swamp Room and passed the joint back and forth. Lizzie choked and coughed on the acrid smoke, causing both Gary and David to laugh at her.

Gary waited until David had taken a mammoth hit off the joint before springing his question.

"So, how long you been sucking Prescott's dick, faggot?" he asked.

After David stopped hacking and coughing, he slugged Gary in the arm as hard as he could.

"Man, mother fucker! What the fuck you talking about, huh?" David wheezed out.

"He saw us," Lizzie quietly said.

"What?" David asked, eyes still streaming tears from his coughing fit.

"He saw us, saw me sucking your dick, saw you sucking Tom's dick," Lizzie said and began to cry.

"Look, man, that was the first time," David started to say.

"No it wasn't, ass hole," Lizzie screamed out. You were fucking me for a year now! And you two been fucking each other for longer than that!"

Gary started the car and slowly backed out of the parking lot.

"Where you going?" David demanded.

"Taking you home, faggot," Gary said.

"Fuck you," David spat.

"No thanks," Gary said.

The trio was quiet until they reached the Johnson house. Lizzie got out of the car first.

"Hey, uh uh, where you going?" Gary asked her.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Get back in the car," Gary ordered.

"Fuck you man, you isn't taking my sister nowhere," David argued.

"Yes I am, cock pucker," Gary said and balled up his hand in front of David's face. "Got anything to say about it?"

David stood on the sidewalk in front of his house and glared hatefully as Gary and his little sister drove away.

"Where we going?" Lizzie asked.

"Lakefront," Gary said and slid the ashtray open. "Dumb ass David left one of the doobies right here."

She laughed merrily at the thought that they'd outsmarted David.

"Why you fucking your brother?" Gary suddenly asked.

"Don't know," she said and looked at her lap.

"You like fucking him?" Gary pressed.

"No, not really," she said.

"Then why you fucking him?" Gary asked again.

"I don't know, all right?" she screamed at him. "Maybe it's because no one else will fuck me, all right?"

He pulled into a vacant spot and turned off the car. She sobbed heavily and slapped at him when he touched her arm.

"Come on, let's sit on the sea wall," he suggested and she followed him to the concrete steps that led down into the brackish water of Lake Ponchartrain.

"Aw, shit, David's got the lighter," Gary complained as he felt his pockets.

"That's all right," Lizzie said. "I really don't like smoking that stuff anyway."

"Listen," Gary said and stared out into the blackness. "I don't want you fucking him no more, you hear?"

"Uh huh," she said listlessly.

"And I don't want you fucking old man Prescott no more neither," Gary went on.

"He don't fuck me," Lizzie said. "He only fucks David."

"I don't care," Gary said. "You don't need to be playing around with them."

"Fuck you, Gary, act like your all big shot, act like you're too good for me, don't even tell me 'bye when you go off to college, then want to come back here and tell me what to do?" Lizzie yelled and stomped across the muddy ground toward his car. 

They were silent as he drove them to her house. He pulled up in front of her house, but when he reached across the seat to touch her, she slapped his hand away and got out of his car.

He realized she was right; he'd acted like a real jerk toward her, joining in with the others as they criticized her face and praised her body. He knew she'd had a mild crush on him; the looks she'd given him whenever he'd come over to see David were plain to see. But around his friends, he wanted to look cool, slick, and dating Lizzie Lizard would have cemented his stature as uncool.

Well, looking around, he didn't see any of those guys he'd tried so hard to impress. He didn't see any of the foxes he'd tried to get dates with either. In fact, right after high school graduation, he hadn't seen any of them, except for David. And Lizzie.

Epilogue.

It took nearly the entire summer, but Gary finally got Lizzie back into his car. Again, they went out to the Lakefront and sat on the steps.

The promise ring was a cheap ring, but Lizzie wore it as if it were the Hope Diamond.

Mrs. Prescott died of the mysterious illness. In 1981, the Prescott children requested another autopsy and it was discovered that Mr. Prescott had very slowly poisoned her. He died of a massive heart attack in jail, awaiting trial.

David contracted AIDS in 1986 and committed suicide rather than go through the lingering death of AIDS.

In 2009, Gary and Lizzie celebrated Thirty-two years of marriage. Their seven children, when they're teasing their mother, call her 'Lizard.' To tease their father, they like to call him 'Big Shot.'

The End. 

Proof Is In The Pudding



I was a little surprised to hear the voice of my ex-girl friends mother, Petra, when I answered my cell phone. I had separated rather acrimoniously from her daughter Sue about four months ago. 

"Hello Brian" came the reply, "This is Petra, Sue's mother here. I know you are probably surprised to hear from me but I have a proposition to put to you. Are you interested in a short but well paid job?" After I greeted her, I expressed some interest in her offer. It was the University holidays and I was in need of some work. The fact that their family was very wealthy hopefully meant that "well paid" was good money indeed. We arranged for her to come around to my apartment the next afternoon. I quizzed her about the nature of the work but she was evasive.

The next day I saw Mrs Lowler pull up in her Mercedes convertible through my bedroom window, She didn't park in our drive way as most visitors did but across the street. I saw her sit in a car for about a minute and then she got out and made her way across the road to my house. She seemed nervous. Hesitant. I answered the door when she knocked and ushered her in. "Is there somewhere private where we could talk please Brian. The matter I wish to discuss with you is ah.. ah... somewhat sensitive." This was getting rather curious. Although none of my roomies were at home, I led her to my bedroom and offered her a chair at my desk. She sat with her hands wringing in her lap. She was definitely a little agitated.

"Before I outline my proposal can I please ask for your total confidentiality regarding this issue? What I am about to discuss must remain between us." I agreed to her request.

"It may come as a surprise to you but my husband, Derek, is a philanderer." This was no surprise at all. He was well known for his wandering dick. Many were surprised that Mrs Lowler had put up with his behaviour for so long.

"When I confronted Derek about a recent indiscretion he was unrepentant. His principle defence was that just because I don't have the courage or libido to have an affair, should not mean that he cannot. He virtually challenged me to have an affair. He said he knows I could not do it. Well, I'm going to call his bluff. I have decided I will have an extra-marital sexual encounter. I am asking if you will participate. I am prepared to pay you $200 for your time."

Whoa! This was going to take some time to digest. 

She seemed to have overcome her initial tentativeness and was now well into her stride.

"I would like to have photographic evidence that I can flaunt at him. I have a digital camera and photos can be taken of er, ah, an explicit sort. I do not think it wise to have the photos reveal your identity but obviously they must prove that I am engaged in ah.. sexual practices with someone else." She had obviously thought this through. I was a little slack jawed and was simply slowly nodding my head in general understanding. 

When I had been dating Sue I had never looked at or even considered her mother in any remotely sexual way, but now as I leaned back in my chair I reappraised her. Mid fortys, Shortish at maybe five foot three. Shoulder length grey/blonde hair with a wave in it. Quite broad shoulders for a woman, petite waist and a generous flair to her hips. Bust certainly evident but was a bit of an unknown due to the modest clothes she habitually wore. Her legs I had noticed previously however. I called them "coltish". Slim, athletic, well turned as they say. Also free from any discolouration that some older woman suffer from. She was pretty if not beautiful. Yes, altogether a tidy little package. 

"So Brian, I know that this is a very unusual proposition but how do you feel about it? We don't actually have to have sex, just take some photos that look like we have." That comment came as a disappointment. I thought she was implying that we were going to have a genuine, no strings attached, full blown sexual romp in the hay. Still, I thought it should be an interesting experience so I told her that I was flattered that she had chosen me and I would be happy to knock her husband down a peg or two.

She smiled weakly and began slowly undressing. We were obviously not going to let any water pass under the bridge. She seemed to have lost a little of the confidence that she had earlier. When she was down to her underwear she crossed her arms across her chest and blurted, "Oh dear, this is dreadfully embarrassing. I am sure you don't wish to be confronted with my tired and shabby body." I was actually quite impressed with what I saw. OK, sure, there was evidence of sag in most places but the general shape was more than reasonable and the skin tone looked delicious. 

"I am actually finding you very attractive Mrs Lowler. Let me prove it to you." I lowered my pants and out sprang a rather arrogant looking erection." 

"My goodness. Do I really have that effect on you? I never would have believed it." Her eyes were glued to my cock. It was as though she had never seen one before. 

"I must warn you. I am not very sexually experienced. I have only ever had sex with my husband."

"I am not exactly an expert myself Mrs Lowler", I conceded and she shyly smiled. 

"Why don't we start with a couple of photos of you on my bed?" She nodded and lay back on the bed in just her bra and panties and started making what I guess she thought were seductive poses. Really she just looked silly. I did notice that her eyes were flicking between my face and my crotch. I shuffled towards the bed and until my erection was pointing towards her.

"Some photos of you touching my penis would be very convincing in terms of your infidelity. Why don't you put your hand on it." She cocked her head and took a deep breath. She then tentatively reached out and encircled my cock with her hand. 

"Goodness, it feels so hard, so hot and hard." She gave it a few experimental strokes. I took a few pics of her hand on my cock. We had agreed that photographs that included her left hand with her distinctive wedding ring would add authenticity to the photos.

"If you really want to provoke him, why don't we get some photos of you engaging in some activities that you have never indulged in with him. That would really raise his blood pressure and let him know that you are far more sexually adventurous than he thinks. " As casually as possible I asked, "Do you practice oral sex with your husband?" 

"I have tried it once but didn't enjoy it all. He regularly tries to get me to do it but I refuse." I had the rather cynical thought that an attitude like that might contribute to the likelihood of her husband being unfaithful.

"If he saw evidence of you doing it to someone else, that could really make him sit up and take notice."

She didn't say anything, just kept gently stroking my prick. She then made a low moaning sound and leaned forward taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around then started taking me more deeply into her. Her right hand continued with its very pleasing rhythm. She looked up at me and I took some great snaps of her with her mouthful. I suggested she use her other hand to cup my balls and she promptly did so. Click. Click. She was getting a bit more bold now and without my bidding she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Click. Click. She was sucking in earnest now and her hand was flying over my cock. She had a very noisy technique but that just turned me on even more. Looking down at this matronly woman gobbling away at my cock was a real turn on as well. I could feel the juices rising and wondered what to do. I told her that I was close to coming. She looked up at me and her eyes widened but she did not stop. Indeed she redoubled her efforts. I went over the top and spurted in her mouth. She jerked back making a gagging sound. I quickly gave myself a few quick strokes and managed to deposited another two shots on her. One on the cheek and one to her left breast. Click. Click. Click. Click.

She looked alarmed. "I have never tasted sperm before and never thought I would."

She was smacking her lips and swirling her tongue around as she explored the new taste sensation. Click. Click. Click. "Not exactly pleasant but better than I thought."

I offered, "I think some photos of me returning the favour might be appropriate."

"You want to ah... kiss me... down there?" She said with surprise in her voice. It was though I had suggested some weird, unpleasant practice.

"Of course. I love giving head to a woman." 

"Oh well" she said. 'What's another first."

She laid back and I helped remove her panties and spread her legs. She jumped when I first ran my tongue up her gash but she soon relaxed into it and was making gentle cooing sounds. I gently thrust a couple of fingers into her and was delighted to find how wet she had become. She squirmed on my fingers and started huffing and puffing. I looked up and handed her the camera. "I probably won't get recognized if you only take shots of the top of my head. Take a couple with your hand on my head showing your ring. That should be worth a few blood pressure points." She numbly nodded and took the camera. I could hear the camera working. Isn't funny how they can program cameras to electronically make the sound of an old fashioned camera when they take a shot. Click. Click. She was starting to squirm and roll and I was having difficulty keeping up with her clitoris. A moving target but I was getting some good moves in. She stopped moving around and starting vibrating on the spot. 

"What's happening? I'm melting... I'm... I'm...arghhh." Her face was screwed up into the rictus that women can get during orgasm. She then went limp and I thought it best to ease off. I raised myself up over her. I picked up the camera to catch a couple to immediate post orgasm shots. Click. Click.

"My g, g, goodness," she gasped. "That must have been an, an, an orgasm. I have never, never, had one before."

I wondered at home much this poor woman had missed. Well into middle age before she experiences an orgasm, no oral sex. I wondered what other little experience voids could I fill."

"Well I suppose that's all we can do then." She sounded almost disappointed. She made a move to rise. I asked why she thought we had finished and she commented that since I had come, we had reached a dead end.

I raised myself onto my knees and my newly erect cock swayed in front of her. 

"Goodness. Your thingy has gotten stiff again."

My thingy was indeed stiff.

"I really do think we have to have evidence of penetration. Don't you agree?" I held my breath waiting for her reply. I really wanted to bang this sexy old dear. When she didn't reply I decided to move the issue along anyway.

"Let's try this position." I dragged her hips around until they were on the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was such that, with me standing on the floor, our gentials were perfectly lined up. I cocked her legs back and placed my cock on top of her mound. I guided her hand down so that it, and of course the tell tale ring, were nicely in frame. Click. I positioned myself at the mouth of her cunt and nestled it in. Click. She was delightfully wet. Click. I leant forward and the head of my cock disappeared. Click. I moved backward and forward slowly. Half way in. Click. I was losing composure now. The desire to bury myself and do a jack hammer impersonation was becoming overpowering. 

"That's probably all we need." she blurted and attempted to crawl up and away from me. 

I had her firmly by the hips and, a little annoyed that she should even suggest we stop now, I gave a powerful flex of my hips and impaled her. Buried to the hilt. She howled. 

"I am afraid I just can't stop Mrs Lowler. I just have to keep going." I was giving her a good staccato rhythm that was making her sway. Her breasts were dancing around her chest. Each time I thrust in, her mouth would widen and then close as I withdrew.

"I really wasn't anticipating this." she gasped, "but goodness, it does feel wonderful."

I was well into my stride now and wild horses couldn't have stopped me. I lent over her so that, while my feet were still on the floor, our faces were adjacent. I kissed her deeply and was gratified that she responded strongly.

I was giving her short punches now, really hammering into her. I wondered how she would respond to some dirty talk. It's interesting how some woman are really turned on by it and others are appalled.

"Do you like having my cock in you? I am going to come in you. Fill you with my come. Do you want that?"

"Yes. Yes, do it. Do it in me. Give it to me." 

Her words spurred me over the final hurdle and I gushed into her. We both lay like beached fish. Mostly motionless but occasionally twitching. I felt myself shrivel and slide out of her. She made a low moan sound and kissed my ear. I wondered if there was a photo opportunity here and got off her. I secured the camera and knelt between her legs. Sure enough there was a nice thick thread of pearly white cum slithering slowly out of her pussy. With hand and ring tastefully arranged... Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.

After a few minutes she climbed unsteadily to her feet and made her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, I quickly removed the SD card from her camera and slipped it into the reader of my pc. I downloaded the photos and replaced the card back in the camera. I felt vaguely guilty but the opportunity to have my own photo essay of our encounter was just too strong. I was almost tempted to erase the card so that we would have to reshoot but I refrained.

Mrs Lowler rang me a few days later. The photos had really shocked her husband. He had broken down and agreed to go into marriage counseling. She also related how they had had the most passionate sex afterwards. She seemed to think that something important had changed in their lives. She was feeling confident about their future together and that he had promised to be faithful. 

She was very grateful. She asked if she could come around and show me her gratitude. She did. I took some photos of her gratitude. They were even more raunchy than the first set.