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Mrs. Reid Ch. 1

By: christo



We moved next door to the Reid's when I was 16. They were an older couple with two sons in their mid-20's. Mr. Reid owned his own company and traveled often, leaving his wife alone in their big house. My mom and Mrs. Reid hit it off right away and became good friends, and I became a kind of surrogate son to her. We moved to the neighborhood in March, so as the weather warmed up my folks had me mowing the Reid's lawn, pruning bushes, and other fun activities. Pretty much every day I had chores to do at home and next door, but I can't say I minded too much. That's because these chores gave me the chance to see and talk to Jackie Reid, who was hot and sexy and knew it and liked to flirt. 

She was about 50, with thick blonde hair that she usually wore piled up high. Her sparkling blue eyes made me weak inside when they fixed on me, and her lips were full and red. She was a big woman, about 5'10'', with big warm breasts and full hips and long legs that she showed off with skirts and shorts. She took very good care of herself and worked hard on her looks, going for long walks in the morning and keeping her hair and nails in perfect condition. I loved her long manicured nails, usually painted bright orange or red, and she accented herself with bright earrings and bracelets. She was a bit overwhelming, a bit too much, but I didn't care. 

I lusted for her with such intensity that I feared she could smell the desire coming off me. I hated the fact that I was only 18, that she would see me as a little boy, someone to bake cookies for. But I was a man, or becoming a man. I was 6-2 and weighed about 190 pounds, so I was big enough physically for her. My penis wasn't unusually big, but it was big enough that I was confident it would please Mrs. Reid. I wanted her, I wanted to kiss her, her lips, and her big breasts. 

She would ask me about my girlfriends at school, did I ever make out with them in the woods behind our house, and I would blush and say yes and she would say how envious she was of them, how she wished someone would take her out to the woods for a little necking, and then Mr. Reid would come in and tell her that he wasn't doing anything right now, and they would kiss and laugh and I would laugh and wish I could lock Mr. Reid in the basement and screw his wife for hours and hours. 

Mr. Reid was a good guy, I actually liked him a lot. But when he was on the road, which was often, I got to spend some time alone with his wife. Not so much alone as without anyone else around. I would cut the grass and talk to her as I put the mower away or after carrying her laundry up the stairs I could stay and chat a few minutes She would stand very close to me, would touch my arm with her fingers, be so close that I could smell her perfume and her hair and her skin. She flirted with me, I mean, she fished for little compliments and I paid them and she would laugh and I would try to imagine what I could say to make her laugh and put her arms around me and kiss me on the lips.

Then something changed. May arrived and it was time for the Reids to open their pool. I got the job of dragging out their equipment and keeping an eye on things as it filled. I did most of this in my swim trunks, carrying the solar cover and the chaise lounges and chairs and rafts and all kinds of junk. It was hot out and I was sweating pretty good and by the time I was done I was covered with dirt and sweat and my muscles ached. 

The pool was fenced in and I locked the gate behind me as I left. I looked up and saw Mrs. Reid standing at the big second-floor window staring down at me. She was holding a cigarette and she was staring at me, with an odd smile on her lips. Her husband hated it when she smoked in the house, and I wagged my finger at her. She lifted the cigarette to her lips and when she blew the smoke out she showed that same smile. It was an odd smile, sly and mischievous and mysterious. I stared back at her and tried to smile but I'm sure I looked frightened. Finally she waved back at me, and then she walked away from the window before I could wave back. I walked back home, confused. Then I realized that she must have been watching me for a long time, watched me lift and carry and strain. Maybe she was checking me out? I was terribly excited at the thought of her watching me, maybe wanting me, and I went to my room and locked the door and jacked off like a maniac, draining my cock two, three times in a vain effort to rid myself of my desire. 

By the next morning the pool was full and I had to skim the pool, wash the solar cover, put the solar cover on the pool and a few other jobs. It was about 90 degrees, which was unusual for May, and I was in my trunks again. Mrs. Reid came out wearing a white blouse and jean shorts, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun. When I said hello she gave me that same sly smile and asked, "How cold is the water?"

"It's really cold, but if it gets any hotter I might go in anyway. It's brutal out here."

"It is," she agreed, looking into the sun. She asked me to put the solar cover on to soak up some heat, because some of our neighbors were coming over for a cookout later and they might want to jump in for a quick dip. So back to work I went, scrubbing the solar cover and sweating up a storm.

When the shadow fell across the cover I didn't look up right away because I was trying to get one last piece of crud off the cover. Then I heard Mrs. Reid's voice say, "I guess it's bikini season, don't you think?"

I looked up, still on my knees. She had changed into a pale-blue bikini, her full milky breasts snuggled into the big cups, the bottoms hugging her hips. She had a cute little belly, not skillet-flat but soft and round. She looked so sexy I couldn't talk, could barely breathe. I stood up and my erection stuck out like a spear. I turned my body so it wouldn't point straight at her and I croaked, "You look really nice, really."

"You think?" she asked, looking down at herself. "I think I'm too fat. I usually have a month to lose weight before it gets hot out, but I guess I'll have to look chubby for today."

"I don't think you look chubby at all, no way," I said, trying not to stare at her breasts. It was hard. They were magnificent, heavy and round and I could barely detect her nipples through the thin blue material. Her cleavage was a deep dark valley broad enough for me to slide my finger between. When I looked up again I saw that she was staring down at my trunks, where my penis hung hard as a hammer. 

"You have to get cleaned up if you want to come over later," she said, smiling that same frightening smile. "And tell your folks to bring pickles over, I don't have any pickles." She walked toward the pool but her eyes didn't leave me for a long time. I put the solar cover on as Mrs. Reid put lotion on her shoulders, on her legs, and on her stomach. I couldn't ask her if she needed help putting lotion on her back because my mouth wouldn't work. She saw me staring at her and she said, "The sooner you get the cover on the sooner you can get cleaned up and swim." I managed a smile and finished up.

I needed to jack off, bad, but no such luck. My father wanted me to go to the store to get pickles and other assorted condiments, so I had to shower fast and then race out to the store. I bought what was needed and headed over to the pool. There were 20 or so people around, mostly adults and a few kids. Nobody my age. I figured I'd just swim a bit and read my book and sneak peeks at Mrs. Reid's breasts. A good enough time. 

I got there and stripped to my trunks and tried not to pop a full boner in front of 20 people. No such luck. Before I even got my shirt off Mrs. Reid came over to where my parents and I were talking and asked, "Andy, did you put suntan lotion on? You'd better if you don't want to get burned." She turned to my mother. "I was tanning while Andy put the solar cover on and he didn't even offer to oil my back. I could feel it burning right away, so I couldn't tan this afternoon." She shook her finger at me like I had done to her the day before. "There's lotion in the upstairs bathroom."

I went into the house with my erection desperate for some relief. I toyed with the idea of peeking at Jackie's underwear drawer, but I could just imagine what would happen if I got caught. I decided to jack off in the bathroom, put the lotion on, and return to the pool. I pulled down my trunks and took it in hand and started. I closed my eyes and pictured Mrs. Reid tits in that bikini. 

I didn't get very far, because I heard footsteps coming down the hall and a knock on the door. As I yanked up my trunks I heard Mrs. Reid say, "Andy, did you find the lotion?" I was stuffing my cock back into my pants when I managed to babble, "Uh, yeah, I found it, it's, uh..." I looked around the shelves for it and I couldn't find it. "Uh, wait, uh..." 

She tried the door, which I had locked. "Honey, open the door and I'll show you where it is." I had finally figured out an excuse, that I was using the bathroom, when she added, "I'll put lotion on your back if you want."

Oh, I wanted that. I opened the door. She smiled at me as she stepped into the bathroom and opened the counter under the sink. She pulled out the bottle of lotion and said, "Turn around and bend down, you're too tall."

I obeyed. My cock was so hard it hurt being pressed against my suit. I heard her squirt lotion into her palm and then there was the delicious feeling of her hands on my skin. She rubbed the lotion into my back, her hands running up between my shoulder blades and then down toward my ass. I was transfixed, she was touching me and I was on fire. I mumbled, "Thanks..." and my voice actually cracked. 

"I'll get your shoulders too," she said, and squirted more lotion into her palm. She was still behind me, massaging my shoulders, working the lotion in. She moved her hands down to my biceps. "So strong, you have nice muscles," I was trembling as she squeezed my arms. Then I heard her squirt more lotion, into her hands, and then her arms wrapped around me from the back and she ran her hands over my chest, my nipples, and down toward my stomach.

"Mrs. Reid, I can do this myself, really," I said, trying to get control of myself. 

"You don't like this?" she said, suddenly taking her hands off my body.

"Mrs. Reid, I mean, I appreciate it, but, I don't know if we should be doing this."

"Doing what, honey?" She started rubbing the lotion on my stomach now, her hands just above my groin. "I'm just trying to help you from getting sunburned." 

I was shaking now, I wanted to thrust my hips upward, so her palms would caress my cock. I couldn't move. She walked in front of me knelt down, her mouth just inches from my cock. She squirted more lotion into her palms and she went back to work, now on my shaking legs. She kept smearing me with lotion, up my legs, almost to my thighs, until I was covered. I was staring at her breasts, her mouth, her hair, her eyes. I wanted her to touch me, or let me touch her.

"Do you need me to put lotion on you?" I asked, and she smiled. "You had your chance this afternoon, Andy. I think I'm done here." My disappointment showed on my face because she said, "Oh, did I miss a spot somewhere? Oh, I did, didn't I?" She had that same strange expression on her face, and she was staring at my crotch. She took the bottle of lotion and squeezed a big dollop into her palm, and I wondered why she would need that much. Then she took her free hand and pulled the string holding my shorts up. "Andy, I'm going to do something that I think you will like. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about it. Anyone. Do you understand?"

She pulled my trunks down, but before my cock sprung out she looked up at me and said, "Andy? Do you understand?"

"I do," I squeaked. She smiled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. My erection stuck straight up against my belly. "Andy, Andy...that is so sweet. I'm going to put some lotion on it, is that OK?" I nodded like an idiot, trying to keep from fainting.

She wrapped her hand around my cock, caressing my shaft, running her greased palm along the shaft, coating my glans. Then, looking up at me, she said, "You've been staring at my tits all day. Do you want to see them?"

"Yes, please, I do."

"Pull down the straps and let my top down." I did, and her beautiful tits spilled out. They were huge, and her big pink nipples were stiff. "Oh God, you are so beautiful," I blurted, and she smiled. "Thank you. I think you're going to like what I'm about to do to you."

She wrapped both hands around my shaft and started pumping. She pumped and she pumped and I started whimpering and thrusting my hips in and out of her hands. She let her left hand fall away and she began caressing my balls with her nails, tickling me as her other hand stroked away. The lotion worked into a thick white froth, the smell of coconuts overwhelming in the small room. She jerked and jacked me, the wet slippery sounds filling the bathroom, and she said, "What a nice, big, hard cock." She looked up and me with that smile and said, "You're going to come, Andy, you're going to come on my breasts, right now, honey, right now." She increased the pace even more, her two hands gripping my shaft and pumping with long strokes, the tip of my cock rubbing against her palms with every stroke. 

"Mrs. Reid, oh my God, oh God, I'm gonna come!"

"Mmm..." she said as I came. I started moaning quietly, trying not to scream, and the first gout of semen splashed out all over her tits and I whimpered. The pleasure was so overwhelming that my knees gave out, and I had to grab the sink to keep from collapsing. She kept jerking and jacking me until I was utterly spent. My softening cock was slimy from the lotion and come and she reached over and began cleaning me with a washcloth.

"Not a word to anyone," she said, lifting my dick to wipe my balls.

"No, never,"

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, God, yes."

She put the washcloth in the sink and said, "That was nothing compare to what we could do." She let her words hang in the air, then she said, "I don't want you to masturbate. Ever. Every drop of your come belongs to me now. Understand? If you're good, I'll take care of you." She cupped my balls and said, "But only if I can trust you. Completely. Can I?"

I told her I would do anything she asked. "Oh, you will, honey, you will," She laughed a nasty little laugh and was gone, and for the first time in five minutes, I actually took a breath. My knees finally gave way and I sat heavily on the toilet. I remembered how sinister her laugh sounded, and suddenly I had the shivers. I would do anything, ANYTHING, to have her hands on my cock again. What would she have me do?

Mrs. Reid Ch. 2



When my mom told me that Mrs. Reid had called and had some chores for me to do, I was both excited and nervous. Excited, because Mrs. Reid usually rewarded my hard work with a long, slow handjob that would leave me coming in quarts. Nervous, because more and more of her "chores" were stunts devised to get me into embarrassing situations for her amusement.

She was bored, Mrs. Reid was. Her husband made tons of money but was away a lot on business, and since she didn't work and had a wild streak in her Jackie Reid did things that the typical 50-year-old suburban housewife didn't do. Like fool around with her 18-year-old neighbor. And have that neighbor, me, do stupid things to stir things up.

The first time she had masturbated me was in May, and for the rest of that month and June she had me over a few times a week for "chores". For example, she and her husband didn't subscribe to the Wall Street Journal. But she enjoyed reading it, so if I wanted her to put her hands all over me and have her tickle my balls with her sexy nails and come all over her big tits, I had to bring the day's WSJ. In our neighborhood there were maybe 15 people who subscribed, so I had to get up at like 5AM, sneak out of the house, and steal the paper from some hopefully unsuspecting house. I targeted different houses on different days, so that suspicions wouldn't build up too fast. I was careful, very careful, because how could I explain what I was doing? I mean, did I have an investment fetish or something?

But it was worth it when I showed up at Mrs. Reid's door with the paper and she would say, "Oh, wonderful, I think I'll read it after I take care of something first." And that "something" would be the big erection in my shorts. They had a big leather chair in their living room and Mrs. Reid would strip me and then take off her clothes and get some lotion or gel from the bathroom and cover my cock with the slippery stuff and then, oh God, she would jerk me off. She had forbidden me to jack off myself, telling me that got off seeing me dump a giant load on her tits, so when she stroked me it never took long to get me to the brink.

She would wrap both palms around my shaft and slide them up and down, slowly, so damned slowly that I thought my cock would just rupture and spray come all over the place. She would look me in the eyes and say, "I can feel your heart beating, through your cock. I can feel how bad you want to come. Do you want to come?" I would whimper yes and she would slow down even more and caress my balls with her nails and she would say, "You'll come when I'm ready for you to come."

I never lasted longer than five minutes. She was too sexy, I was too ready to ejaculate from the moment I saw her. One I apologized for coming so soon and she laughed and kissed me and said, "Honey, I'm glad I can still make a boy like you that excited! I like it when you come fast." If that was true, then she found the right guy to diddle with. I tried to come over every day, but when Mr. Reid wasn't there I couldn't very well ask to have a few minutes alone with his wife, and there were other days when I couldn't arrange to get over there. Those were the days when my balls filled with semen and I got on edge knowing that this incredibly sexy woman was waiting to drain all that built-up energy out of me.

The last week of June, after she accepted her stolen paper and was preparing to give me all that pleasure, I asked a question that I wanted to ask since that first day but was too afraid to. "Jackie?" I said, making my voice as calm as possible.

"Yes, honey?"

"Could you, could we, do something different?"

"Different? What do you mean?"

"I mean, instead of using your hands, could you, I mean, could you put your mouth…" I couldn't say anything more, I was too scared.

"You want a blowjob?" she interrupted.

"Um, not if you don't want."

She smiled at me. "Andy, if you want a blowjob, just ask me and see how I answer."

I swallowed. "Will you…do that?"

"Call it what it is. If you can't ask for it, do you think I should give you one?"

My mouth was dry. "Will you give me a blowjob?"

She leaned forward, pulled me forward, and gave me a long, deep kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and sliding along my teeth. "No," she said. "I'm taking a big risk already, jacking you off. I have a lot to lose. My husband, my reputation. I have you stealing papers so that you have some risk involved too, so I know that you're willing to do something dangerous the same as me. But I could maybe explain giving you handjobs to my husband. You're just an excitable boy, I liked playing with you, I'm a bad girl and I shouldn’t have done it. But sucking you off, that would be much more serious. So, you'll have to just content yourself with this." She sprayed lotion on my cock and began working me over.

I was disappointed, but my bad mood instantly vanished as the hot molten waves of pleasure began radiating out from my groin. She wasn't holding me back this time, she was trying to make my come fast. And I was there in less than a minute. She was pumping so fast that her big tits bounced magnificently and that just totaled me. Just as I started to orgasm, Mrs. Reid looked me in the eye and said, "You know what, maybe there is something you can do for me that will earn you a blowjob. Are you interested?"

"YEEEEESSSSSS," I shrieked as the tip of my cock split open and a geyser of semen shot toward the ceiling and covered my chest. I was almost hyperventilating as I tried to calm down, and Mrs. Reid scooped up some of my come with her fingers and brought it to her mouth. She'd never tasted my come before and I found this terribly exciting and puzzling at the same time.

"Mmm," she said, "I want more of that. I think maybe I will have you do that little job I've been thinking about."

"What job?" I asked, willing to commit murder for her if that was what she had in mind. 

"I'll tell you tomorrow," as she cleaned me up with a towel. It was only after I was home and had time to think about it, that maybe the price for the pleasure of her mouth was going to be quite high.

The next morning I almost got caught swiping the paper. I chose a house I hadn't hit in a few weeks and when I helped myself to the paper the driveway lights came on. I guess they have a motion detector set up and the paper was thrown closer to the house than usual and bang! On came the lights. I bolted and just as I found a bush to hide behind the front door opened and Mr. Claiborne came out. He looked up and down the street and when he didn't see anything he picked up his paper and went back inside. I waited five minutes to make sure he wasn't peeking out a window scoping things out before I got the hell out of there. I strolled down to the Peterson's house and took their paper. Mr. Peterson was pretty oblivious so I figured stealing his paper two days in a row wouldn't be that big a risk.

When I delivered the paper to Mrs. Reid and waited for her to turn me inside out with her pumping hands, I received a rude surprise. Sitting on her kitchen table was the day's issue of the Wall Street Journal. She lit a cigarette and turned the page. "Wait," I asked, "you get the paper delivered?"

She nodded. "For the last two weeks, yes."

"Then why do you have me stealing them? I almost got caught today!"

"I wanted to make sure you were willing to take risks, remember? And to keep our little arrangement a secret you have to be crafty and devious. You have to fool your parents, be sneaky around them. So you've shown you can be like that. That's good. I think that's sexy," She smiled and put her cigarette down. "But now you want to raise the stakes. And so do I. Come with me."

She took me by the hand and led me out her front door. "See how nice my flowers are?" she asked, pointing to the long bed of tulips and marigolds and God knows what other flowers she had planted. 

"They look great," I said.

"I love my flowers. I work hard to make them look nice."

"You know what you're doing, because they really look nice," They did, but even if they had been brown and wilting I would have agreed with her.

"I work so hard on these flowers, but every time I go out my front door I see THAT,:" and she pointed across the street to the Johnson's house. The Johnson's were an older couple, in their late 60's, and they spent about 40 hours a week each working on their lawn. It looked like a golf course. And they had flowers planted all over their yard, bright pink and brilliant yellow and deep purple. Mrs. Reid's flowers were nice, but they didn't compare to those.

"I don't want my flowers to be second best. I want you to remove the competition."

"You…what do you want me to do?"

"I want my flowers to be the best." She motioned with her head and we went back inside. She took me to that leather chair and sat me down. She didn't pull my shorts down, but she did slide between my open legs. "That's your task."

This didn't sound good at all. "You want me to trash their flowers?"

"Yessss," she purred. She was lightly scratching at my zipper with her nails, making a soft scraping sound that drove me insane. 

"You want me to chop them up?"

"Oh, no," she said, and for a second I was relieved, that I wouldn't have to do this. "If you do that, that old hag will suspect me. She knows how envious I am of her. And then they'll just buy new flowers to replace them. No, you have to make it more permanent."

She slid her hands up under my shirt and began stroking my nipples. "How do I make it permanent?"

"Poison them. Pour bleach all over the ground. Poison the dirt itself. I want my flowers to be the best not just this year, but forever. Will you do it?"

It was totally insane. How was I going to pull THIS off? The Johnson's kept spotlights on all night long. It was practically across the street from my house. My parents didn't especially like the Johnson's, but if I got caught I was dead. Even with Mrs. Reid running her fingers along my stomach I couldn't see myself doing this.

I was just about to say so when Mrs. Reid said, "Before you answer, make a fist." I did, and she took my wrist and moved it above my groin. "Stick out your thumb," she ordered, and I did, so that it jutted up right where my cock would be. "Now, let me give you some idea of what you're working for."

And with that, she lowered her head into my lap. She took my thumb into her mouth and began sucking on it. She moved her head up and down, her thick blonde hair falling around my fist. Her lips closed around my thumb and her tongue swirled all over and it was so wet and so warm that I thought I might scream. It was so incredible that I don't think I took a breath the entire time she was doing it. 

She sat up, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Imagine how it would feel if it was your cock instead of your thumb."

"Those flowers are history," I said.

"Good. Because until they are, I'm not going to so much as shake your hand. And don't jack off either. I can tell if a man has been jerking off, and I'll know if you do. Your come belongs to me. When you do what I've asked, I'll make you cream like you can't believe. Now go home, and think about how you'll get the job done."

I went out and bought a dozen bottles of bleach and dug out some black clothes to wear. Around 3AM my watch alarm beeped and I woke up. Show time. I smeared shoe polish over my face and arms and legs. I wondered if this was really worth it. Then I thought about how incredible Jackie's mouth felt on my thumb, and multiplied that by 1000 times if my cock was involved. Just my luck, to find a horny, sexy older woman who was nuts in the bargain. Oh well.

The house was lit up like a goddam POW camp. But it was a safe neighborhood, who would think someone would do something stupid like this. I made three trips to bring over all the bottles, and then I emptied them in the ground around the flowers. I was quick and quiet and it was easy. I thought.

I was almost around the front of the house when I sensed someone out the corner of my eye. "STOP!" I heard Mr. Johnson scream. He must have spotted me cutting across his lawn and now he was charging down the hill after me. I cut around the corner and sprinted like a madman. "Oh shit, oh shit," I said under my breath. I didn't know where to go. 

"Call the police! It's a burglar!" I heard him call, to his wife, I guess. Fuck. There was nowhere to hide. The woods? Too far. I had to get HOME, to wash and change before I was missed. Mr. Johnson was raising holy hell. I saw lights come on in the houses on either side of me. More eyes. Shit.

There was a big pine tree on the corner of their property and I dove for it. I snuggled down under the branches and hoped that Mr. Johnson would go back inside so I could make a break for it. But the idiot kept circling around. Why wasn't he afraid of a burglar?

That's when I saw the gun in his hand. Holy Shit. I'm going to die, I thought. I'm going to die for a blowjob. 

"Jerry? What's going on?" It took me a second to realize that it was my father's voice. 

"A burglar. He has to be around here somewhere."

"I saw someone running up the street, up that way," my father said, pointing up the hill. "He was wearing all black, was that him?"

"Yes! And his face was black, but it was just paint or something, because I could see white streaks all over his legs! I'll go get the bastard!" And he ran off. 

But my dad didn't. In a soft, calm voice he said, "Ready to go home, son?"

I started breathing again. I crawled out from under the tree and he said, "Get home, now. Before that nut shoots you."

I cut behind two houses and jogged back home. I stripped, jumped in the downstairs shower, and five minutes later I was clean as a whistle. I put on a white t-shirt and shorts and went outside with everyone else to see the commotion. Two police cruisers were there, and about 15 of our neighbors. Including Mrs. Reid, who was smoking a cigarette and talking to my mother.. 

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Oh, someone was trying to break in. That’s what everyone thinks, anyway." She was smiling with delight. 

"Did anyone get a good look at the guy?"

My mom said, "No, just someone sneaking around. Some crazy kid, probably."

"Probably," Mrs. Reid agreed, blowing a plume of smoke into the sky. She looked at me and gave me a quick wink. And then she slowly licked her lips. Oh, God. 

The cops left about 30 minutes later. They never found the empty bleach bottles I hid under our bushes, and after everyone left I gathered them up and stuck them in the trunk of my car. Safe.

I went to my bedroom and waited. My dad stopped in after a few minutes and said, "So, what did she have you do this time?"

I tried to play dumb but my dad said, "Look, do you think I'm an idiot? I know you've been going out early every morning and coming home with newspapers. And then twice I saw you taking the paper over to Jackie Reid. You come home with this moron smile on your face and you sleep for three hours. I heard you sneak out tonight and saw you crawling around the Johnson's. So, what the hell's going on?"

He'd saved my ass, so I spilled the beans. He listened to everything and didn't flip out like I expected. When I was done, he shook his head and said, "Strange woman."

"Yeah."

"Great tits, though, huh?"

I was shocked. "Yeah."

He laughed. "Look, no more stunts, OK? Nothing that might get you shot. I can't punish you without explaining to your mom why I'm punishing you, and that would be a disaster. And, hell, I probably would do the same thing if I was in your position. Dan Reid said that Jackie is the best piece of ass he's ever had. And he knows what he's talking about. So go ahead and enjoy yourself. Just keep it quiet, don't let your mother find out."

"You mean, you're OK with it?"

He laughed. "No, but I couldn't live with myself if I blew the whistle on you. God, with that woman?" And he left.

The next day I waited until my mother went out shopping and then I snuck over to see Mrs. Reid. She opened the door wearing a pale blue bikini, my favorite one. I was quivering with desire and need. "Late night?" she teased.

"Very."

She invited me in and said, "Tell me all about it."

I did, except for the parts involving my father. She listened intently, lighting a cigarette and lounging on the couch, her long legs crossed at the knee and her nipples showing through her bikini. Every time she dragged on her cigarette I stared at her lips closing around it and I imagined that soon my cock would be feeling the touch of those lips. My lust was white hot inside me.

"He actually had a gun?" was the only question she asked.

"Oh yes. You notice things like that."

She smiled and stubbed out her cigarette. "Well, you had a tough time. I hope that you think that it was worth it."

My hands started shaking. "You mean, you will…"

"Give you a blowjob? Give you head? Suck your cock?" She stood up and walked over to me. "Suck your big, beautiful cock? Yes, I think you've earned it. If the flowers die, maybe I'll have some other surprises for you. Take off your pants, honey."

I took my shorts off. And my underwear. She untied her bikini and tossed it aside, so I could see her big breasts with their big brown nipples. She walked over to a side table and picked something up a small cylinder. She twisted it open, it was lipstick. She walked over to a mirror on the wall and carefully, carefully applied the bright red lipstick to her mouth. She walked over to me and knelt between my legs. She gently lifted my cock to her red, glistening lips, and she said. "Hang on, baby."

She slid her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, and when she reached the tip she swirled her tongue around it over and over and over and OVER. My breath caught and my hips jerked forward involuntarily and that’s when she deep-throated me, swallowing every millimeter of my penis into her mouth and then sliding her head back up so that my cock slipped free of her mouth. But only for a moment. Now her tongue was all over me again, sliding up and down my shaft while she jerked me, and then she covered me with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, her tongue never resting, her tongue sliding all along my penis. She gently tickled my sac with her nails and kept sucking on me, her cheeks hollowed from the suction of her mouth, and she looked up and me and smiled as best she could with my dick in her mouth, because no doubt she saw the totally transfixed look on my face and it amused her.

And then, as though someone had shot me in the back and left me paralyzed, I lost all control of my body. I knew I was about to come, but instead of my orgasm taking a few seconds to build and then a few more to explode outwards, this was a burning started at the base of my spine and kept getting hotter, and hotter. I hadn't been able to breath before, but now I gasped. Jackie was still sucking me with gusto, her breasts rubbing against my legs, and somehow I found the ability to speak.

"Oh, Christ," I moaned.

"Mmmhmm," she said around my cock.

"Uh, I, uh, UHHHH."

"Mmm…"

I was coming. My rational brain knew that I was going to come, but that part of me was becoming crowded out by the overwhelming sensations coming from inside my penis. I was coming, coming, and yet my orgasm was so far from peaking that it was like I might hold out forever. It just felt so fucking GOOD that I couldn't stand it.

"This feels so fucking good," I cried.

"Come." Jackie cooed.

"I am, I can't stop, I don't want to stop, please, keep sucking me! Oh, fuck!" I was out of control now, thrusting my hips, panting like a sprinter, screaming now. "FUCK! Oh, God, suck my COCK! Yes!"

Jackie was really working me over now, pumping me with her hand and sliding me in and out of her mouth like a piston. I started to tremble all over. I looked down and Jackie was looking up at me, her eyes alight with lust. She let me fall from her lips one last time and she said, "Come. Come in my mouth. Make it wet in my mouth." She resumed her terrible assault on my penis.




Mrs. Reid Ch. 2



"HYYYUUUHHH," I babbled as I came. Before the first thick spurt jetted from my cock I felt a huge release of liquid out of my glans, the precum lubricating the way for my semen. And then the first thick shivering spurt jetted out of my cock. Jackie kept her lips wrapped around my tip as she pumped me and swallowed my come. She moaned as I emptied myself into her hungry mouth. I came, and came, and kept coming. When Jackie jerked me off I might spurt three or four times, but this time my cock twitched and quaked and shivered and I kept pumping semen into her mouth. And she kept moaning, Mmmmm,..mmmmmm,'" and swallowing it all. 

Finally, after an eternity, I regained control of my body. I was hunching my hips off the chair, my fingers were gripping the armrests in a death grip. I took a deep breath, and then another. I relaxed and leaned back a bit. My slowly deflating penis slid slowly, reluctantly, out of Jackie's mouth.

I couldn't speak, so I was happy when Jackie did. "Holy shit, I knew you might come a lot, but that was incredible! I thought you'd never run out!"

"Uh. Huh?"

"Baby, was that good? Was it worth almost getting shot?"

I managed to nod and Jackie laughed and bent down and began caressing and kissing my drained cock. "That was wonderful," she sighed. 

"It was, it was incredible." I heard myself say.

"You liked that? I thought you might."

I looked down and saw this gorgeous woman smiling up at me. She gave me a wink and got up brought back a towel. My pubic hair was matted down from her saliva and my glans was covered with her lipstick. She gently cleaned me with the towel, and she said, "Honey, if you liked that, if you loved that, just wait till you try pussy." She stood up, slipped her bikini bottoms off her waist, and straddled me in the leather chair. My cock, which had been so completely drained by her mouth just a minute before, painfully soared to life as her soft pubic hairs gently rubbed against it. "Oh, Christ," I groaned, and she giggled.

"No, I want to see if those flowers die before I think about letting you put that thing inside me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I thrust my hips upward. "God, yes."

She crawled off me and gently squeezed my balls. "That will have to wait for another day. I can't wait to feel that thing shoot off inside of me. But, I guess I'll have to wait a bit to let you build up another huge load." She picked up her bikini, handed me my shorts, and said, "Home with you!"

I staggered home, told my mom I was going to take a shower, and soaked for an hour. It had been a long, hard, fabulous morning.



Mrs. Reid Ch. 3



In the days after Mrs. Reid gave me my first blowjob and then continued messing with me, I started having some serious qualms. These qualms mostly centered around Mr. Reid, and what would happen if he found out that his wife was sucking me off on a daily basis. I was also concerned that when my father found out that this older woman was messing around with son, he hadn't told me to knock if off because of what might happen if Mr. Reid found out. I was puzzled.

I was puzzled because Mr. Reid was not the kind of person you typically wanted to betray or lie to or generally fuck around with. He had treated me like a buddy since we moved in, and I really liked him a ton, but he was a formidable guy in almost every department. Dan Reid had been an offensive lineman at a Division I school, and at 56 carried about 235 pounds on his 6'4'' frame. He started losing his hair when he was in college and by the time it really started to go he started shaving his head. On him it looked good, it made him look even more intimidating. 

He owned a company that manufactured some kind of electronic switching equipment made seriously good money. Once I'd heard my father mention that Mr. Reid made "well" into six figures, and on another occasion I heard a neighbor at a party say that Dan pulled down around $450,000 a year. Now, we lived in a nice neighborhood, and the Reid's had a very nice house and drove nice cars and Mrs. Reid shopped like a champ, but they certainly didn't live like people with big bucks. They didn't have kids, didn't seem to toss money around. Where did it all go?

At the end of July my parents decided to have new carpets put in our house. The whole place was going to be torn up for 3 days. My folks decided to take advantage of this to run off to Cancun to their time-share condo. They were going with another couple so I wasn't exactly invited. I was fine with this, for 3 reasons. One, the Johnson's flowers had all faded out and they were desperately trying to save them. Two, because of this, Mrs. Reid had hinted that I had earned the right to enjoy the pleasures of the mysterious place between her legs. And three, Mr. Reid was going to be out of town for five days on a business trip. I would be more than happy to stay home.

Two days before my folks planned on leaving Mrs. Reid intercepted me while I was mowing the lawn and pulled me inside her house. I knew Dan was inside talking to my dad, so we were alone. Jackie slipped her hand down my shorts and caressed my instantly hardening cock.

"I'm in the mood for some skinny dipping. Dan is going to a retirement dinner and I'm going to tell him I have a headache You want to stop over?"

I was fully erect and she was moving her hand up and down the shaft. I groaned and leaned against her. I lifted her blouse and slid my hand underneath. I caressed her big breast as I ground my hips against her teasing fingers.

"Can we fuck tonight?" I begged.

"No, not tonight. Because I have a new job for you, and if you succeed, then I'll fuck you. Then I'll take you to my bed, and get that gorgeous cock hard like a rock, and I'll put it inside me. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes!" I sobbed.

"I want it too. But you need to help me first."

"What, anything."

"Dan is talking to your parents because he wants to invite you to go on a business trip with him. Just a few days, have some fun, show you what he does."

She leaned against me and thrust her other hand in my shorts. Her tongue darted in and out of my ear. "Andy, I know he's cheating on me. He's got a whore stuck away somewhere. I want you to find out who it is. Bring me the proof, Andy, and I'll fuck your fucking brains out."

"But, what if he isn't seeing anyone?"

"He is!" she exclaimed, squeezing my balls hard as emphasis. "I know it, Andy. I'm positive. I need the proof. And if he asks if anything is going on between us, deny everything."

"What! You mean, he suspects something, did he say anything or do anything?!"

She pumped me harder. "No, he doesn't suspect, of course not. But he might say something, just kidding around, trying to embarrass you. Just tell him that he's crazy. Deny everything." 

I was quivering all over. "I'll do it. Please, I'm going to come, I'm going to shoot."

She yanked her hands out of my pants. "Save it for tonight, honey. I want you balls filled to the brim. And Dan will be home any second. How about midnight?"

I said I couldn't wait. And about five seconds later Dan charged through the screen door and bellowed "Road trip!"

"I'll leave you two to sort out the sordid details," Jackie said.

"Come on baby, it's only going to be a little bit sordid," Dan said. She walked away shaking her head and Dan said, "Just kidding, it'll be out of control!" 

He gave me the itinerary. The city we were going was home to 3 of his biggest customers, and he'd have meetings just about every afternoon. "But at night, we'll be two guys out on the town. We'll probably hook up with some of my clients too, but it'll be good experience for you, to see how things work in the real world. It'll help put all that college bullshit into perspective for you."

On the way back we'd stop at the town where I was going to college in the fall, which was also Dan's alma mater. "I'll take you on a tour of campus, show you the best places to live, the best places for meeting girls..." His laugh was a deep rumble, and as I accepted I wondered if he planned on dumping my body on some back road in the middle of our trip. How much did he know?

Dan told me I would need to bring at least 3 suits, since we would be going out to dinner every night and "I'm not a Burger King kind of guy." I only own 3 suits, so that made the decisions easy. He liked my suits, very conservative, blues and grays, like the fashionable cut. But when he looked over my casual clothes he frowned. "You need clothes to wear out for the evening, entertaining, that sort of stuff. A gray suit won't cut it at a club or anything like that. Come on."

"What? Dan, I'm only 18, I can't get into a club"

He ignored me. "Gotta go shopping."

We walked over to his house and he told Mrs. Reid we were going shopping. She pretended to pout, complaining that SHE never got to shop anymore, but then she laughed and asked when she should have dinner ready. As we left she winked at me and mouthed the words, "Deny everything!."

We went to this extremely expensive men's store downtown. By "extremely" I mean that a dress shirt and slacks cost more than my monthly car payment. Dan picked out stuff for me to try on, and Leon, the head tailor at the store, slashed at me with chalk to mark where the alterations were needed. I didn't even get the chance to say, "Wait a second," or, "This costs more than my first semester tuition."

In the end I got five suits, three sport coats, four pairs of slacks, eight dress shirts, a dozen casual polo and button down shirts, twelve ties, four pairs of shoes, suspenders, belts, socks, underwear. When the overjoyed salesgirl rang everything up and I saw how much it cost, I almost puked on the counter. No lie, this little spree cost more than my car. When it was new. With a full tank of gas. 

I saw how casually Dan handed over his credit card, like this was no big deal, and idly stared at a wall display, "Uh, Dan, I don't get my allowance until Friday, so I won't be able to pay you back until then. Well, a Friday in 2028."

He grinned. "Don't sweat it. But, uh, don't tell your folks we spent this much. They'd probably object."

"Maybe a bit."

"And don't worry, you'll earn it."

"Earn it? How?"

"You'll see."

Before we left Dan told Leon that everything had to be ready in two days, and Leon practically licked Dan's shoes as he promised it would be so. We went home, and Dan told me he'd pick the clothes up and load them in the car the morning we left. I went home, ate dinner, and tried to figure out how exactly I was going to earn my new wardrobe on this trip.

Dan went to a retirement party for a friend of his, and I went over a friend's house to play cards. Just before midnight I made an excuse, cashed in my chips, and headed home. I parked a block away from my house and walked to the Reid's house. I cased the joint. The house was dark; so was the pool. As it should be. I cut around the side away from my parents house. The gate to the pool was cracked open. I took a peek. There were a dozen small candles ringing the pool, casting just the faintest illumination.


"Are you just going to stand there, or are you coming in?" Jackie's head was just sticking up above the lip of the pool. I could barely make out her smiling face in the pale candlelight.

I silently moved through the gate and tiptoed over to a chaise lounge. I stripped off my shorts and shirt and walked to the steps leading down into the pool. My erection stuck out in front of me like a divining rod. 

I stuck in a curious toe. "How's the water?"

"What, you're going home if it's too cold?" She swam over to me and slid her hand up my leg. She couldn't reach up high enough to touch my cock, so I crouched down and she diddled my glans with her long, red nails. "Come on in."

I walked down the steps into the delicious, blood-warm water. I paddled over to Jackie and gathered her in my arms. I pressed my erection against her stomach. 

"You seem happy to see me," she said as I rubbed myself against her.

"Jackie, can we do it tonight? Have sex?"

She turned and kissed me hard. She pushed me backwards, into deeper water, and I lost my footing. She swam after me, her slippery heads moving over my ass, my stomach, my cock. I surfaced and grabbed the wall. She wrapped her left arm around my waist and kept caressing my dick with her right. Her thumb gently circled the tip of my glans, her nails scratched my stomach. I was on fire. She leaned up and nibbled my earlobe. "We can't fuck tonight. Not till you get back from your trip with the evidence I want."

I was disappointed and it must have shown on my face. "Oh, you can wait a few more days!" she said, cupping my balls in her hand. "I promise, as soon as you get back, I'll let you put your cock inside me. I'll make it worth the wait."

We swam back to the shallow end. "You didn't say if you like my new bikini." It was so dark that I hadn't notice it. But she stood and raised her arms high above her head to let me admire it, and her curvy body. It was shiny and black, her big heavy jugs swelling out the cups so that the straps were stretched an inch away from her chest. I took her wide hips in my hands and lifted her out of the water. The thong bottoms barely covered her pussy, and a barely-there string did nothing to cover her ass. Usually when we fooled around I sat in a chair and Jackie did all the work. But now my hands were free to explore her voluptuous body, and she seemed to like it. I turned her around so her back was to me and I let my hands wander, over her stomach, her ass, her tits. I slid my fingers inside the cups of her bikini and fingered her nipples. 

"You can take the top off, if you want," she said. 

I pulled the string at the back and eased it off her shoulders. Her thick blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, and the few stray strands that hung down were soaking wet and dripping. "You are so sexy, Jackie." I stroked her nipple with one hand and let my other hand slide down to her pussy. "Can I take the bottoms off too?"

"No, honey. I don't want us to fuck tonight, and if you take my bottoms off I might get out of control and fuck you. And I don't want that."

She took the hand that was playing with her pussy and moved it up. My finger dipped into her navel and she twitched. "Are you ticklish?" I asked, my fingers tickling her belly-button.

"You'll have to find out."

I tilted her until she was floating on her back. Her breasts floated magnificently, the soft globes bobbing back and forth in the warm water. I tickled her stomach and she giggled a bit. Not too ticklish there. I tried her ribs, nothing. I took her right foot in my hand and savagely raked my fingers up and down the sole of her foot, and I thought I hit paydirt. She jerked hard, then relaxed and let out a hungry groan, But that was all. I was getting frustrated, I wanted her to go berserk. I thought about where I was ticklish, and like a flash I moved my left hand under her arm and dug my fingers into her smooth armpit.

Her reaction was violent. She shrieked and twisted away, splashing around like a barracuda. I grabbed her waist with my right arms and kept at her armpit, my fingers burrowing deep. 

"Stop it!" she cried. "Now isn't the time to be doing this."

"Then let's have sex."

"NO. And unless you want your dad to come over to find out what's going on, knock it off."

"Can I do something else?"

"What?"

"Can I kiss your breasts?"

She leaned back until she was floating again. "Go for it."

I leaned down and gingerly took her left nipple into my mouth. It was soft and I nuzzled it, tugging at it with my lips. It excited me so much to feel it slowly thicken in my mouth. I swabbed my tongue over the tip and felt it rise in my mouth. 

"Baby, that feels nice," she sighed. "Suck the other one."

I slowly spun her around and then resumed my work on her right tittie. The spongy nipple again hardened into a point, and I kept my tongue busy around it, swirling and tweaking it into hardness. Jackie moaned and slid her hand underwater. I felt her fingers close around my shaft.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yesssss, I love it."

"Can I take your bottoms off?"

"No, sweetie,"

"No, not for that, so I can...kiss you down there, too."

"My, my, you're getting ambitious. You want to taste how excited I am right now?

"Yes, please!"

"No, not tonight. If you get me screaming it could get everyone in the neighborhood over here."

"It would make you scream?"

"If you did it right. And I'll show you how to do it. I think you'll be a very good student."

"Please?"

"Not tonight. But soon, I promise."

"But you want me to, right? Does it turn you on, to think of me doing that to you?"

"Yes, Andy. Look how hard you've made my nipples. I do want you to fuck me, I promise. But not tonight." She paused and sat up a bit. "Actually, there is something I'd like you to do."

"What? Anything."

"I liked it when you tickled my feet. I wouldn't mind if you used your mouth down there."

"Really? That turns you on?"

"Totally. If you don't want to, that's fine."

I floated her again and I moved down her body, until her feet were in my hands just in front of my face. She had a gold ring on each of her big toes. Her toenails were pained bright red, and she cared for her feet as well as she cared for her manicured nails. Her feet were soft and sexy. I'd never realized that feet could be a turn-on for a woman, but she was lying back, obviously anxious for me to begin. And I was just as anxious to please. 

I leaned down and kissed the tips of each toe. She seemed to like that from the big smile that blossomed on her face. I didn't know what to do, but I just kept going. I tentatively took her big toe into my mouth. It was an odd sensation, almost like sucking a little cock. But I liked it, and I loved the way Jackie moaned and said, "That feels nice." She moaned again, "Uhhh....I love that. Use your tongue. Lick my feet all over. Your tongue, use your tongue..."

I obeyed. I ran my tongue over each of her toes. I pulled her toes apart and sucked each one into my mouth . She was moaning and moaning and I kept on going. I lifted her foot out of the water and tongued the sole of her foot from heel to toe, furiously licking her. 

"That's turns me on so much," she said. 

I devoured her feet. I sucked on her heel then drew the foot down so my tongue painted a line of saliva the length of her foot. She was twisting her body left and right and kicking up some small waves from the thrashing of her body.

"Oh, God. If you eat pussy the way you do this, I'll be screaming like an animal."

I kept at it, furiously licking and sucking her toes, when she suddenly pulled her feet away. and dove under the surface. Her nails dug into my ass and I felt her warm lips surround my cock. I moaned, the sensation was so delicious.

She surfaced. "Sorry, I can't hold my breath that long!" She kissed me, her mouth tasting of chlorine. "You made me so hot maybe I should fuck you right now." I was about to help her make up her mind when she slid underwater and I felt my penis enter her mouth again. This time she managed to stay under almost 30 seconds, her mouth sliding up and down my shaft, and I felt myself losing control. 

But then my cock popped out of her mouth and she emerged from the water. "Christ, I can't keep that up!" she said, gasping. "Float on your back."

I eased back, letting my legs and arms float free. Jackie supported my back with one arm and gripped my cock with the other. She lolled her tongue over my tip, cleaned all the water off my dick and coating it with her slippery saliva. My ears were just below the waterline, so I could only make out muffled sounds. I closed my eyes. It was such an odd yet exquisite feeling. I couldn't see anything, could hear nothing except the excited rush of blood in my ears, and I floated weightless. Yet such overwhelming sensations radiated out from my groin, waves of pleasure growing hotter and hotter, until in my mind's eye the tip of my cock was glowing white with lust. Jackie was sucking me furiously, she didn't let my penis out of her hungry mouth for a second, her tongue never ceased it's assault on my resolve. 

How long did I float there, in perfect ecstasy? A minute, an hour? It seemed like forever yet when my orgasm broke I almost wept because I didn't want it to end. My climax started at the very base of my testicles, the pitiless pressure building, building, building. I could feel my cock swelling, thickening with every heartbeat, as my balls prepared to eject every milliliter of semen I possessed. 

I didn't speak. Any sound would have disrupted my focus from my cock and the pleasure it was receiving. The last barrier of resistance crumbled and my orgasm unleashed itself. I clenched my buttocks and felt the first hot tug deep inside my balls. Then another, then another, then another, and it was only then, when the ecstasy almost turned to agony because of the terrible pressure in my cock, the terrible need to RELEASE, that the slit at the end of my cock opened wide, and I ejaculated. I came, and before my shut eyes the world exploded into brilliant light and I came, I came and I came and I came, my pent up desire empting itself into Jackie's waiting mouth. My penis spasmed again and again, until at last there was nothing more to give. Jackie gave me more pleasure with her mouth than I knew existed, and I exhausted every ounce of energy in my body acknowledging her love.

Slowly, very slowly, she let me go, and helped me settle on my knees in the pool. I opened my eyes and saw her, her blonde hair wet and matted, her mischievous eyes looking me over, her big breasts crowned with nipples hard as walnuts. "Are you OK, baby?" she asked.

I nodded. I still couldn't speak. She cradled me against her breasts. "I can't believe how much you can come I could barely swallow it all, there was so much. Only Dan ever filled me up the way you do." She kissed my forehead. "You must really like me."

"I love you, Jackie."

She smiled, but it was a sad smile. "I know you do. And I love you too, honey." I think I knew why she looked sad. I was 18, she was 50. Maybe I loved her, but someday I would love someone my own age and leave her. And the man she loved had a mistress, fucked someone else instead of fucking her, and so she in her desperation turned to boys who would do anything a woman asked in return for a little sex. 




Mrs. Reid Ch. 3



"Dan might be home soon, we'd better get out," Jackie said. We stepped out and toweled each other off. I pulled the solar cover back on, and we left. As she locked the gate I said, "Jackie, I can't believe that Dan would cheat on you. Any man in his right mind would give anything to be with you."

She smiled that sad smile again. "Maybe you're right. But I think you're wrong. He's gone so much, he must have other women. He'd rather be with them instead of me. Get me the proof that he's cheating on me, I'll divorce him and take everything and teach him a lesson."

"You want to divorce him?" I asked, shocked.

"No," she said, and for the first time Jackie didn't seem so much older than me. She was in pain, and I hugged her close. "I love him, I don't want to share him with anyone else. But I won't play second fiddle. I have to know. I want you to find out for me."

I held her. This was getting too complicated. I was supposed to prove that Dan was cheating on Jackie so she could divorce him. As my reward, Jackie would have sex with me. She was cheating on him with me. I was supposed to find out if he was cheating on her. She was obviously still very much in love with him. Was it worth it, betray a friend in order to lose my virginity to his gorgeous wife? Which was stronger, my sense of honor or my lust? I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. I kissed Jackie one last time, wished her good night and sweet dreams, and walked back to my car. I drove home, got into bed, and did my best to fall asleep.



Mrs. Reid Ch. 4



I guess I had some concerns about going on the trip with Mr. Reid. If he knew that his wife had been jerking me off and sucking my cock the past few months I might realistically expect to end up in a ditch at the side of the road. But I couldn't very well get out of it now. 

The big day arrived. We planned to leave at 10AM. I made sure I was ready to go on time and I told my mom that I was going to go next door to see if Dan was waiting for me. I peeked in the back seat of the Mercedes and there was a garment bag hanging in the back, I guess with my new threads. I walked up to the front door and was about to press the doorbell when I heard Dan's voice coming out of an upstairs window.

"How's this, baby?" he said.

"Uhhh, oh God, fuck, Dan, YES!" Jackie's voice was hoarse, as though she'd been screaming for hours. And maybe she had, because...

"This is gonna have to last you awhile. Do you think you can last a couple days without me, baby?"

"I have to all the time! And I hate it! Oh, Christ, just fuck me, please, give it to me hard!

I could actually hear the bed squeaking as he fucked her. We were supposed to leave in 15 minutes and here he was fucking the woman I was in lust with. And it was obvious that Jackie loved it. I was jealous and turned on and pleased for them at the same time. Probably more jealous, though. 

I could hear Jackie moaning, groaning, screaming now, "Oh, yes, I love you, your cock, do it, yes!!" She began shrieking, and then Dan roared like lion and bellowed, "Is this what you want?" as I guess he exploded inside her. Lucky fucking bastard. Getting to fuck the pussy that I'd planned on fucking this very day. 

I went back to my house and just sort of killed time. Only 15 minutes later, 10AM on the dot, Dan came down in slacks and a sports shirt, not at all looking like he'd just fucked the brains out of his wife. But Jackie, wearing her thick white terrycloth rob. did have that spacy gaze of the well-laid. She came out to say good-bye as we loaded the Mercedes with our gear. She hungrily sucked at her cigarette, her hair slightly askew and her face and throat still flushed. 

"OK, I'll call you when we get in," Dan told his wife. "Love you."

"I love you too," Jackie said quietly, and then she came over and gave me a little hug. 

"Take care of Dan for me, OK?" she said, and the look in her eyes let me know the kind of care she expected. When Dan went around the front of the car Jackie said, "Bring me what I want and I'll fuck your brains out when you get home. All the pussy you want." She lifted the bottom of her robe and showed me her goodies. She turned and went back to the house and I tried to remember how to swallow.

"You wanna drive first?" Dan asked. I couldn't believe he would let me drive his Mercedes. I said, "Yeah, sure!" and took the keys. In twenty minutes we pulled on the turnpike and headed on our way.

Dan spent the first 30 minutes of the trip scrolling through his Palm Pilot checking appointments and calling people on his cell phone to confirm meetings. I just drove. When he was done he tilted his seat back, turned to me with a smile and asked, "So, how do you like fucking me wife?"

Give me credit-I didn't run off the road. I swerved a bit, I gulped, I broke out in a hot sweat, but I didn't crash. "What, what did you say?"

"My wife, do you enjoy fucking her? I'm sure you do, but I thought I should ask and make sure."

My mind reeled. "I...I've never done...that, with your wife." It was the truth, I hadn't FUCKED her. 

He laughed merrily. "Are you planning on going to law school? You're splitting hairs just like a lawyer. How about this-do you like it when my wife blows you? Jerks you off?"

What could I say? "Dan, I've never done anything like that. She...she wouldn't do that. Not with anyone!"

He shook his head. "Ahh, c'mon Andy. You're lying."

"No I'm not!"

He reached into the compartment between the seats and pulled out a small digital tape recorder. He pressed a button, and here's what it played:

"Uh, uhhhh, oh, Jackie, that's, oh, that's incredible."

(Loud slurping noises)

"Jackie, your MOUTH, I'm going to come again. I can't believe you're going to make me come AGAIN."

"Andy, if you think I'm going to be satisfied with only two mouthfuls of your come, you're a silly boy."

(More slurping noises, sounds of me moaning and groaning as I had a titanic orgasm)

Dan stopped the tape. "Voice activated. Left it next to the big recliner in the living room."

He waited. "I don't know what to say," I said in a small, meek voice.

"Well, then answer the question. Do you enjoy what my wife does to you? Andy, I think I know the answer."

"Yes. Yes, I do like it."

I expected a wide range of reactions from this confession. The actual result, Dan laughing and slapping me on the shoulder and saying, "You dirty little fucker!" was not in the top ten. 

"Dan, I'm really sorry, I mean..."

"Andy, if you were able to resist Jackie when she wanted to mess around, you would either be a monk or gay. And you're neither, right?" I nodded. "Well, I just wanted to make sure that you really liked it, liked her. She's a handful, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Try marrying her," he said.

I was confused. "Dan, are you mad at me? Or at Jackie? I don't want anything to happen between you two because of me."

He laughed again. "Don't worry, there's no problem." Then he got serious. "So long as you're honest with me now. I know that Jackie asked you to do something for her on this trip. What was it?"

Who do I trust? Who do I betray? I thought it over, and I told Dan the truth, that I was to spy on him. He nodded and said, "I thought so. Thank you."

I felt a bit bold. "You don't have a mistress, do you?"

He leaned back again. "No," he said.

"Good."

"Well, I won't by the end of this trip. Last month I had three mistresses, but now I'm just down to one. And we'll be staying with her on this trip. I didn't tell her I was bringing you, but I don't think she'll mind. Or her mother, now that you're along."

I kept the car on the road again. Two for two on the day.

We drove for five hours, Dan taking over the driving after a stop for lunch. He explained his "three mistresses" comment. There was Jennifer, who was 27, a redhead, and an actress. There was Vicki, who was 25, brunette, and a model. He had broken things off with them the past 2 months. And then there was Suzie, who was 22, very blonde, and an aerobics instructor. We would be spending our visit at her house. It was actually his house, he owned all the houses his mistresses lived in.

"Let me warn you, this could get weird. I've been putting this off because Suzie is more attached to me than the other two girls were, and her mother especially is going to go berserk when I break it off. She's wanted me to divorce Jackie and marry her daughter from day one. Well, that and other things."

"Like what?"

"Like her having time in my bed too. She's gorgeous too, she'd have to be with a daughter like Suzie, but I think the idea that her daughter has a sugar daddy had unhinged her a bit. Maybe she thinks that SHE should have the rich guy on her arm."

"I'm almost afraid to ask-where do I come in?"

"I need you to keep her off my back, for just one night, so I can end things with Suzie. I adore the girl, she's a absolute sweetheart, and I don't want to do it over the phone or something bullshit like that. I'll let her keep the house, I'll let her keep the car. But her mother, she wants me to marry Suzie, she wants my money, and I don't know what Beverly might do."

"How exactly am I supposed to keep this Beverly off your back?"

"Let her seduce you. I don't mean sex, necessarily, just let her think that she has you wrapped around her little finger and tell her everything she wants to know about me. Don't worry, I'll tell you what you can tell her. Who knows, you may get lucky. She seems to like the young stuff. And it seems like you have a taste for older women."

"Let her seduce me. Sure."

"She'll definitely want to play with you a bit because she wants to get info on me."

"Well, you said I'd earn those suits you bought me."

He grinned. "Hey, you may get to fuck a really great piece of ass and hang out with some gorgeous girls in the bargain. Beats delivering papers, huh?"

I conceded the point. For the next hour Dan told me what to do, what not to do, and how to behave. He handed me a manila envelope. "You'll need that stuff." Inside the envelope was a cell phone, a driver's license that made me 23, a credit card, and about $500 in cash. It was like I was a secret agent. "What's this?"

"Congratulations, you're legal," he said. "And when we go out I can't have you asking me for cash. These girls love to party, so I hope you're rested." 

"Oh, sure. Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why have you suddenly decided to stop seeing your...lady friends?"

"Well, it's not sudden, I've been thinking about it for quite a while. But we'll talk more about it later." And I wasn't about to press him on that particular subject.

As we pulled into the complex where Suzie lived I noticed that he was rather subdued. I asked what was wrong. 

"This will be the last time I see this girl," he said, suddenly wistful. "Really gonna miss her. Still, it has to be done."

I wanted to ask him why the sudden change of heart, why NOW, but when you're having an affair with a guy's wife and the guy is talking about breaking off an affair with his mistress, well, it's too complicated for a simple soul like myself. I decided to let it lie and see if Dan brought it up later. 

Dan didn't ring the doorbell. He produced a key and opened the door and just walked on in. He called out, sitcom style, "Honey, I'm home!" and a girl rushed out from the kitchen and ran into Dan's arms, planting a kiss on each of his cheeks and then a long one on the lips.

When I say that she was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, I am including women on TV, NFL cheerleaders, and Playboy magazine. Suzie was about 5'3'', with platinum blonde hair, incredible bright blue eyes, bronze, flawless skin, and a body that was, well, perfect. Her breasts weren't huge, but wonderfully round, high, and firm. Her stomach was flat as a skillet, her legs slim, her arms smooth and toned. I could tell this because she was only wearing a white bikini with a blue men's dress shirt over top of it. I mean, she wasn't the kind of woman you looked at twice. You would look at her once, and it would take an earthquake to make you turn away. A big earthquake, not one of those wimpy little tremors. 

"Suzie, this is my new assistant Andy. Andy, this is Suzie.

"Hi," she said, her smile dehydrating me. My brain allowed me to say, "It's a pleasure to meet you," and as I raised my hand to shake hers she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. She was so incredible, so thermonuclearly HOT, that I couldn't deal with it. My dick was soft as a noodle. I was so intimidated that my libido ran and hid.

"Did you want to go out to dinner?" Suzie asked. "Because my mother wanted to come and she won't be home for an hour and I thought..." she leaned up on tiptoes and whispered something in his ear. She was looking at him with such an expression of adoration and lust that I almost hated Dan. Lucky goddam motherfucking BASTARD!

"Hey, Andy, how bringing in the garment bags and putting them in the living room. We'll, ah, be down in a bit."

I went out and brought the garment bags in. They were already gone, upstairs I guess. Yes, upstairs, because I could hear them. Jesus, she was moaning like a banshee. I could hear her panting, moaning, I mean she was LOUD. I wasn't sure what to do, so I set our luggage on a couch in the living room and sat down to wait. 

The sounds upstairs got louder and louder, and in just a minute or so I could hear the loud THUMP THUMP THUMP of the bed upstairs as Dan and Suzie did, well, what I'd want to do with Suzie the moment I saw her. "Oh Dan, Dan" she cried, and then I just heard the sighs and cries of a woman in ecstasy. It went on for about 15 minutes, long enough for me to seriously consider going in to the bathroom to beat the bishop. Maybe this was a lesson to take away, how to break up with a girl. Just fuck her brains out and do it then. 

When they were done and came back downstairs Suzie, wearing that white bikini, told me where I could unpack and shower and change. "How long are you staying, honey?" she asked Dan.

"A week," he said, and she squealed with joy and hugged him. I knew that was a lie, we'd be leaving tomorrow or the next day. But, as per instructions, I acted as though everything he said was gospel. I saw him wince a bit when she hugged him, it was pretty clear that he hated lying to her. This was going to be painful, uncomfortable, and I felt bad for her, knowing that very soon her beautiful heart would be broken. I didn't think I could feel pity for a girl that gorgeous, I mean, she could have anyone she wanted. She could have me with a wink and a wave. But she was going to lose the man she adored, and I was going to play a part in it. Didn't feel too good about it. But if it meant Dan and Jackie staying together, well, that would be best for everyone. Except for me. If Dan went back to Jackie, what were the odds that she would keep our little arrangement? 

Suzie called her mother to make arrangements for dinner, and I showered and dressed. I wore the tan suit with a sky blue shirt and a navy tie and I have to say I looked like a million bucks. Dan wore a conservative navy suit with a gold tie, and Suzie, wow. Suzie wore a gauzy pale-blue long sleeved blouse, a black micro-mini skirt, and fashionably clunky fuck-me heels. It pained me to the core of my being to stop looking at her. 

"You know, you two compliment each other," Dan said, looking at me and Suzie. "Your outfits I mean. Your shirt and tie, your blouse. Very nice."

Suzie smiled and kissed him. I felt my face burn. Here I was, an 18-year-old virgin jealous because a 21-year-old ultrababe liked the 56-year-old husband of the 50-year-old woman I was hoping to have sex with. Dan said this might get weird. Good prediction there. And I hadn't even met Suzie's mom yet. 

That happened at the restaurant. We arrived before Beverly so Suzie took advantage by paying a brief visit to the ladies room. I asked Dan, "Why didn't we pick just pick Beverly up?" 

"Because she'll need her car to drive you home. A bit difficult to seduce you if she needs a lift from us. That's what will happen after we hit a few clubs, she'll say something like, 'Let's leave Dan and Suzie alone, let's go somewhere quiet.' She'll turn on the sex appeal, play with you, chew you up, spit you out."

"Lovely. You're a great neighbor, have I mentioned that?"

"Just play along, do whatever she wants-but if I call, be ready to get out of there at a moment's notice. Because if the shit hits the fan, if Suzie gets upset and calls her mother and says I dumped her, Beverly will go supernova. And you don't want to be there when she blows." 

"How the hell do I know when to run?"

"I'll call and warn you. Leave your cell on. If it rings once, and then stops, that's the signal. Bolt. I'll keep Suzie away from a phone as long as possible, but get out."

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. I'm too young for this, I told myself, too inexperienced. I'd only kissed four girls in my life, including Jackie. Only touched the tits of two women, including Jackie. And now I was mixed up with a maneater like Beverly? I was bait, a goat tied to a tree to lure a tiger.

Or, to be accurate, leopard. Suzie came back and looked to the door and said, "Mom!" and Dan said, "Beverly, how nice to see you," and I turned and saw a woman who'd probably caused traffic accidents for 35 years. Her hair was the opposite of Suzie's blonde mane. Her jet black hair was short, almost razored on the sides. But the pale blue eyes were the same, the long, long legs were shared by both mother and daughter, and both had impossibly ripe and full breasts, though I'd bet that Beverly's were thanks both to nature and an excellent plastic surgeon. She had that aura of incredibly overt sexiness that gave me bad butterflies. 

I say she was a leopard because that's what she was wearing, a leopard-print blouse that fit like a second skin and a black leather miniskirt and black stockings and black spike heels. And Dan expected ME to pull a fast one on this predatory creature?

Dan said, "Beverly, this is Andy, my new assistant." I offered my hand and she took it, pulled me close, and kissed me on the cheek. Another trait she shared with Suzie. "I hope Dan hasn't been working you too hard," she said.

"It can be rough at times, but he does take the manacles off my ankles at night." I wiggled my leg to prove my freedom. 

She laughed, Dan laughed, Suzie laughed. I tried not to puke. The matire'd escorted us to our table and the waiter took our drink orders. Dan ordered a gin and tonic and I, never before drinking anything more sophisticated than Budweiser out of a keg, did the same.

"I'm sorry," the waiter said, "may I see your identification?"

"Of course," I said and handed him the license Dan procured for me. I had a moment's terror that it would be spotted as a fake, that I would be dragged off to jail, that instead of getting fucked by Beverly I would get fucked by some large tattooed man who called ME Beverly. But the waited just said, "Thank you," and left to get our drinks.

Before I returned the ID to my wallet Beverly took hold of my wrist. "Let me see that picture," she said. She was leaning close to me, her cheek next to mine, her odd, spicy, exotic perfume coloring the air around me. She looked at the picture, at me, at the picture, back to me. "Can I get a copy of this picture? Autographed maybe?"

"You like it? It isn't even my best side."

"It's a head shot." Dan said. "Oh, I get it, that's not your best side, ha ha."

We laughed, we drank, we ate. The gin and tonics were gross but I got two of them down, along with a glass of wine. I went out on a limb and order something different than Dan for dinner, and the crab cakes were excellent. The dinner conversation was...intense. Dan and Suzie mostly talked to each other, often in hushed whispers, while Beverly peppered me with questions. Where did I go to school? Did I like my job? Did I like her perfume? Did I have a girlfriend? Why not? I did like women, didn't I? Did I like women who were a bit more mature, more experienced, hint hint? Did I have any idea how cute I was?

Whew. When the table was cleared and the check paid it was obvious I was squarely in Beverly's sights. Her flirting was as subtle as Tabasco sauce. Suzie and Beverly excused themselves to freshen up a bit and Dan asked me how things were going.

"You tell me," I said, and I repeated some of our conversation.

"She said you were cute?" he asked.

"Yes. Unbidden."

"She's going to fuck you," he said, matter-of-fact.

"Bullshit."

"Hey, enjoy it if it happens. What, you don't like the idea of having sex with a gorgeous woman like Beverly? It'll be a hell of a story to tell the guys on your dorm floor."

"I'm afraid. I mean, really, no kidding."

"Just relax. Don't do anything you don't want to. And if you want to, do it."

The ladies returned. Dan paid the check, and we left. On the way to our cars Beverly asked if I wanted to ride with her, so Dan and Suzie could be alone. I said I would like that, and she led me to her silver Lexus. The car was thanks to Suzie's father, Beverly's ex-husband, whom Dan told me was rather well-off himself. Beverly hoped that Dan would be their ticket to being very well-off. A high-stakes game, with me just a pawn. 

"This is a nice car," I said, making conversation.




Mrs. Reid Ch. 4



"This piece of shit?" she asked, incredulous. "It's a 1999 model, for God's sake. I hate it."

We followed Dan and Suzie to the club. I noticed that I couldn't see Suzie sitting there in the car. Her head, uh, wasn't where it should be. I wasn't about to mention this to her mother, but Beverly didn't have such qualms. "I have to give Dan some extra room. If I know my Suzie, he might be a little out of control. See?" Sure enough, Dan's car veered halfway into the left lane before jerking back. "I wonder what just happened?" Beverly said with feigned innocence, probably the only way she could ever express innocence.

I resolved that I would not, under any circumstances, have sex with this woman. A funny vow for me to take, a virgin swearing off sex with a hot woman anxious to ride my rod, but the gin and wine gave me moral courage. 

We went to one of those industrial dance clubs, a former warehouse that was now packed with pulsating lights, a thunderous sound system, eight huge bars, and one bathroom. We hacked our way to one of the bars for drinks and met up with about of dozen of Suzie's friends, girls gorgeous enough for Hugh Hefner to plan an entire year of Playboy in one night. They all greeted Dan with a long hug and a kiss, Beverly with a long hug, and me with a quick wave. We started dancing, Dan practically ordering me to follow Beverly.

The dance floor, designed to hold maybe 200 people, was jammed with half again that number. I was wearing a suit but I didn't stick out, most of the guys wore suits, which made no goddam sense. I started sweating right away and after about 10 minutes I knew my suit was going to need a serious trip to the dry cleaners. There was no way to avoid Beverly, to avoid touching her, to avoid being touched by her. Our bodies bumped and ground against each other, she laced her fingers around my neck and pulled me closer. 

The alcohol was wearing off. I let my hands touch Beverly's hips, felt her body, and the lust flared inside me. She was sexy as hell, why shouldn't I fuck her? If she, for her own selfish reasons, wanted to take me to her bed who was I to complain? I would let her fuck my brains out, tell her what Dan wanted me to tell, and leave the heavy weight of my virginity behind.

"Do you want a drink?" Beverly screamed in my ear.

"Yes!"

"Come with me!"

She took my hand and led me through the crowd. But instead of making for the bar she headed straight for the exit. "Too hot in there, don't you think?"

"Oh, sure."

"Why don't we go somewhere a bit more quiet? Would you like that?"

I said yes, that would be nice. So this was it. She steered the Lexus onto the expressway and five short minutes were pulled into an apartment parking lot. "You, ah, you live here?" I asked.

"I thought it would be nice to just sit and talk, or something," she said as she yanked the emergency brake. "Come on."

She took me by the hand again, leading me around like a dog. She wanted to get laid, right now. And when she led me through the door she closed it behind me and shot the bolt home. "You're trapped now," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Who said I'm in any hurry to escape?"

Beverly walked up next to me and pulled at the knot of my tie. She loosened it and then pulled it through my collar and laid it on a chair. "Tell me about Dan's wife," she said, as though making conversation. 

I parroted what Dan told me, that she was a nice woman, quite attractive. Beverly asked if Mrs. Reid was more attractive than she was. I lied and said no. Even though Beverly was slowly stripping me, yanking my shirttails out of my pants and unbuttoning it, I still wanted Mrs. Reid to be the one who took my virginity. This was wrong, I felt dirty, but my lust easily overwhelmed what brakes my conscience tried to place on me. 

Beverly asked more questions while disrobing me. What did Dan think of Suzie? Did he have other women? How much money did he really make? All the while she was stripping me, neither of us mentioning the fact. She unspooled my belt from its loops, pushed my shirt over my shoulders, draped it on the chair. My penis was fully erect, ready to be sheathed inside Beverly's manipulative pussy.

"Did you Dan and I fucked a few times?" Beverly asked. "I made him stop, I knew it would break Suzie's heart. He was so upset about it."

I thought this must be a lie, Dan would have mentioned it. Or would he? Who did I believe, him or Beverly? I decided to put my money on Dan. 

"Does that bother you, knowing I fucked Dan before we have sex?"

She was unzipping me. "We're going to have sex?" I asked innocently.

"Oh yes." She pulled down my pants and took a long look at my cock. "That will do," she sighed. She closed her fingers around me. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Her bedroom? Holy shit. Although she lived alone she had a canopied king-sized bed. The bedspread was black satin, the gauzy scrim the draped it a deep burgundy, the same color as the walls. It looked like a place where a satanic cult would sacrifice virgins, which, in a manner of speaking, was what was about to happen. I stared at the bed and for the last time thought "Run away!". But Beverly was stroking my penis, licking her lips, kicking off her heels and undressing, and there was no way I was leaving until after she did what she wanted to me.

"Come here and unzip me," she ordered. I stood behind her and felt for the zipper hidden by the tight seam of her skirt. I gently pulled it down and let her steady herself on my shoulders as she stepped out of them. Her thong panties were black silk and I started breathing a bit fast. This was really going to happen.

"You don't look 23," Beverly said as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Come here and unhook me." She wanted me to undo her bra, something I'd never done before. I took the straps in my fingers and tried to pop it.

"How long have you been working for Dan?" Beverly asked, reaching being to caress my cock and stomach. 

"Eight months." I was struggling a bit. 

"Where did you go to school?" I told her the name of the school I'd be attending in the fall. "What did you major in?" Marketing. "Why did you decide to work for Dan?" He knows one of my former professors and recommended me to Dan. I still couldn't get the fucking bra undone.

Beverly whirled and said, "Christ, let me do this, you'll spoil my mood. What, you've never taken a bra off a woman before?"

That was an answer Dan hadn't prepped me for, and for a half-second my face showed my true thoughts. Her eyes narrowed. "Wait a second...wait...you never have done this before. Are you a virgin?" Her lips were twitching.

"No! No, I'm not a..."

"You are!" she screeched with a feral gleam in her eyes. "That is a virgin cock, I know it! And I'm going to have it first!" She grabbed my wrists and dragged me to the bed. "Lie down, don't fucking move!" Gone was the cloying, teasing woman who had complimented me on my smile. Now she was a predator, ready to fuck me into submission. 

She went to her dresser, applied fresh lipstick, sprayed herself with perfume, and opened a drawer. "A virgin!" she told her reflection in the mirror, obviously overjoyed. She took something out of the drawer and joined my on the bed. "I'm going to fuck you right now, I don't think you need any time to get ready, and I know I fucking don't!" I saw what she took from the drawer, It was a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. She tore open the foil wrapper from a condom and smeared a daub of lubricant inside the tip. "This will make it a bit nicer for you," she said. "like that really matters for your first time."

She used her long fingers to guide the condom down my penis. I'd never worn one, not even to try and see how it felt. It looked odd, seeing my erection sheathed in white latex. 

Beverly had fire in her eyes as she seized my penis and mounted me. "So this is how I lose my virginity," I thought, "To an insane fortysomething woman in a bedroom right out of Pacino's 'Scarface'". 

Beverly settled herself over my cock and speared herself on me, driving her hips down so hard I thought she would bruise my thighs. "YES!" she screamed in triumph. She had what she wanted, my cherry in her teeth. She grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed and started riding me, her undulating hips rising and falling, my penis sliding in and out of her. It felt so good I just shut out my worries and enjoyed the sensations, the feeling of my dick being totally engulfed by her vagina.

I could tell, virgin or no, that the condom made a big difference. If my penis had been naked inside her I would have come in 3 seconds. But the condom, even with the lubricant making my glans even more sensitive to her clenching walls, blocked enough of the slippery friction to keep my from blowing my wad in half a dozen strokes. 

Beverly squatted over m, exultant. She leaned down and crushed my lips with hers, forcing her tongue inside my mouth, kissing me savagely. "It will never be this good again," she hissed, "every time you fuck a woman the rest of your life it will be me you see when you close your eyes." 

I did close my eyes. And it wasn't Beverly I saw, it was Mrs. Reid. I wanted her body against mine, I wanted my cock buried inside her, skin on skin. I reached up and cupped Beverly's perfect spheres and wished that instead they were Jackie's huge, heavy juggs. 

I wanted Beverly to know that I wasn't going to let her fuck me into submission. So I snapped my hips to the right and wrapped my arm around her waist and rolled her onto her back. My cock popped out of her pussy but with only a few seconds of fumbling I reinserted myself. I plunged inside her, the pleasure becoming unbearable. 

"That's it baby, pound me, pound me with that big young dick and let's see who cries uncle first." She wrapped her long legs around my waist and her arms around my chest and spurred me on. My cock made loud wet squishing sounds as it churned in and out of her cunt. I felt that incredible pressure start in my balls, the burning. I was going to come soon, I was going to come! I was going to lose my virginity and blow my load inside a fucking fox. I moaned and Beverly said, "I know that sound! Come in me! I want that virgin come!" I started thrusting in and out of her frantically, faster than I though possible, my hips a blur, my testicles tightening, preparing for my first ejaculation inside a woman.

"BEEEEEEEP! Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep." It was my cell phone, still in my slacks.. My fucking, goddam cell phone. I slowed my hips for just a second, waiting for a second ring. But Beverly, not so concerned with demonstrating her control, groaned and wrapped her legs tight around my ass. Her fingernails dug painfully into my shoulders. "Baby, fuck me, fuck me, come on!" She was close to orgasm herself, I think. I resumed thrusting like a madman, the lull delaying my orgasm but certainly not taking the razor edge off the sensations my dick was blasting through my spinal cord. 

The cordless phone on Beverly's nightstand rang. I didn't care. I was maybe 30 seconds from coming and nothing on earth was gonna stop me. Beverly panted, "Don't worry, my machine will get it, just keep that cock going, oh, yes!"

The machine beeped. And Suzie's voice, loud and clear, spoke out. "Mom, pick up the phone," she sobbed. "Dan just dumped me."

"What!?" Beverly shrieked. I didn't know or care if it was out of anger or passion. I kept pumping.

Suzie kept talking. "He's getting back with his wife, he said he loves her and not me." She sounded bereft, her voice racked with despair. "That guy he came with, he was just to keep you occupied so he could break up with me without you making a scene."

In one part of my mind I knew that I was in the shit. But the other part, the part the included my pleasure center, didn't give a good goddam. I was going to come! I kept fucking her, moaning with every thrust.

"Get off of me!" she screamed. "You motherfucker! Get OFF of me!"

I wasn't going to stop now, I was so tantalizingly close. I wish I had. Beverly took her hands, now cupping my ass, and dragged them up my back, fast, her inch-long nails carving me as ruthlessly as Freddy Krueger. My back arched in a combination of pain and absolute ecstasy, it felt so good when she did it, and then she took her right hand and raked it across my back side-to-side and her left to slash across my stomach.

"Rape!" she screeched. "Rape! Get off me!"

That broke the spell instantly. I was maybe 5 strokes away but I pulled out and jerked back as Beverly's bloody nails went for my face. 

"You little cocksucker!" She still came at me. I was in a state, crazed with lust and fear. Her nails reached out again for my eyes and I grabbed her wrists and twisted and pulled her close so I could put a bear hug on her. I lifted and threw her back on the bed, and that gave me the five seconds I needed to grab clothes and shoes into my arms and bolt for the door. The last thing I heard before the door slammed behind me was Beverly screaming, "Where's my GUN?" I ran headlong down the stairs, stark naked.


Thank God, I didn't see anyone on the way out of the building. I cut behind the building and sprinted down an alleyway, looking for someplace dark. I found a good spot behind a dumpster and yanked my slacks on and stuffed my bare feet in my loafers. My chest and back were bleeding like I'd had a fight with a Cuisinart. Blood streamed down my torso. The only good news was that I didn't see Beverly packing heat or a police car. I didn't know how long the situation would stay that way. I pulled out the cell phone and dialed.

Dan answered, "Where are you?"

"In a fucking alley a block away from her apartment. Suzie fucking called while I was there and Beverly just about fucking..."

"Save it. She freaked?"

"She mentioned a gun. I'm in the alley half-naked, by the way, covered in blood. I look like a fucking ghoul."

"OK, I'm about a minute away. I thought you'd need a getaway car. Be ready to jump in and we'll beat it."

What followed was a long, long minute. I put on my shirt and the blood soaked through, leaving purple lines that criss-crossed my back and stomach. A few people walked past the opening between the two buildings and took cautious looks at me, perhaps thinking that I was a drunk needed some quick relief. 

When that black Mercedes pulled up my knees weakened with relief. I pulled the door open and threw myself inside. "Go, Jesus, step on it!" He gave the Mercedes gas and it leapt away like a gazelle. And a good thing too, because as we waited at a red light waiting to make a left turn, a police car screamed by and stopped in front of Beverly's building. 

The light turned green and Dan steered the car down the road. He snapped open his cell phone and dialed. After a pause he said, "Beverly?" Another pause. "Shut up. Here's the deal. You piss me off, you make me lose my temper, I'll have Suzie thrown out of her house tomorrow. You act smart and responsible, you tell the cops they have the wrong number, and she can keep the house. Did you hear me?" Pause. "Beverly. Listen closely. Do not fuck with me. You fuck with me, and you'll stay fucked a long time. I feel bad about hurting Suzie, she's a good girl, but you don't want to give me a reason to feel justified in fucking you over. I'd have fun doing it. Be smart." He hung up. "Cunt." I waited. Dan drove and we made a few turns and he looked over at me and said, "What?"

"She's a cunt. No argument there. But you know what I feel like calling you right now?"

For a second I thought Dan was going to pop, I mean his face went red and he gripped the steering wheel like he was going to rip it off the column, but then he let out a weary breath and said, "I'm a pathetic old man who still acts like a fucking teenager."

"I wouldn't say 'pathetic', but the rest of it I'll sign off on."

He laughed, the tension draining out of the car. "Christ, your shirt looks like you poured a gallon of paint on it. What the hell happened?"

I told him my story, and he told me his. "I only got this," Dan said, pointing at a small welt on his lower lip. "Girl has a good uppercut."

"It didn't go well, then?"

"It shouldn't have. What the hell was I thinking? Old enough to be her father. So the sex was great. The sex is great with Jackie. Just got used to doing what I want with whomever I want. Now I want to slow down, step back, start acting my age. Start acting like a husband, with the woman I love."

We drove in silence for awhile. On one hand, I was happy for Dan, and Jackie. She would get what she wanted, her husband back full-time. On the other hand, I still wanted Jackie to fuck me, and that was going to be a difficult subject to broach. I shifted in my seat, my clothes still askew. I tried to fix the collar of my shirt and the blood had dried and the cotton material was stuck to my skin and peeling it away was sheer agony. 

"Uh, you can take that off now," Dan said, pointing at my lap. I looked at my open fly and my penis, still encased in that damned condom, was peeking out. I pulled the gross, sticky thing off my shriveled dick. "I didn't even get to come," I mumbled. "Does that mean I'm still a virgin?"

I asked the question to myself, but Dan said, "Depends on who's asking the question. If it's a bunch of guys in a dorm-room bull session, no. You can tell them about this hot older woman you lost your cherry to. If it's a girl you really like and you'd rather leave your chastity in question, yes. But maybe this will settle the question once and for all." He reached in a pocket and pulled out his digital recorder. "I think you said Jackie wanted you to bring back evidence. This is all you'll need."

I took it from him. "You mean, you're going to let me...?"

"If she wants to, and you want to, yes. I didn't mean for you to end up like THIS," he motioned at my back. "But I had my night of fun with Suzie, Jackie deserves hers as well. If she wants to. Maybe she will, maybe she won't."

"I don't think she will. I don't even know if I should want her to."

He laughed. "Maybe she'll surprise us both."

We drove through the night. "I figure we'll pull over next exit, stay at a Holiday Inn or something. Or do you want to hit this strip bar I know around here."

"Strip bar."

He shook his head. "Haven't you learned anything from tonight? Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor." 

We pulled off the interstate and went to the Holiday Inn. Dan got us two rooms and I moved my luggage into my room and wished him good night. My room was big and clean and blissfully quiet. I took a long shower, then slipped between the cool sheets. It was 4:37AM by my watch when I my head hit the pillow. My last thought before I fell asleep was that I would take the events of the past night and call a mulligan. I was still a virgin. And I had the recorder on my dresser and Dan's blessing. I wanted to see Mrs. Reid.



Mrs. Reid Ch. 5



It was a long drive home after the horrors the day before. My ass, back and stomach, which Beverly had torn to shreds with her nails, looked like someone had taken a brush loaded with red paint and slapped it all over my skin. It even hurt to sit, since every time I shifted in my seat I could feel my knitting wounds tearing open. We drove home in silence. It had been a long night.

I hoped the days following our little adventure would be quiet ones, but no such luck. We pulled into the Reid's driveway about noon and I spent the afternoon smearing Neosporin all over my striped back, hoping to salve the cruel scratches Beverly left behind. I was still more than a bit worried about her. Dan assured me that she was all bark and no bite, but dogs bark. Cats scratch, and that tigress left me looking like I'd been flogged. I only had three days to go before I escaped to college, and if I could survive that long, I was in the clear.

I didn't immediately go over to see Mrs. Reid, to show her the evidence I'd gathered on the trip. When we left she promised to fuck me if I could bring back proof that Dan was cheating on her. Well, I had the proof-Dan even gave it to me, a tape recording. Trouble was, he'd broken things off with his mistress to devote himself to Jackie. Now, Dan said he'd still let me have sex with his wife, to make it up for what he put me through with Beverly, but that was on the assumption that Jackie would still WANT to have sex with me. Her husband was rushing back to her with open arms, so why would she still need to distract herself with an 18-year-old neighbor boy? And now that they were back together in wedded bliss, should I even try?

My folks got home around six, and I told them a highly fictionalized account of my trip. More business meetings, fewer encounters with sexy psychotic women. I had to keep my parents from seeing my back and tummy till I left, which would present a problem if the Reids asked us to go swimming. I'd have to ask Dan to cancel any upcoming pool parties.

I was thinking that when the doorbell rang and, speak of the devil, there was Dan, with Jackie at his side. My penis immediately took flight, becoming a hot hard thing in my pants. She looked my way and smiled, but it wasn't the same kind of conspiratorial, we-have-a-big-secret smile she shared with me in the past. No, she was happy about something. Well, of course. Her husband was back, he loved her, etc etc.

That was it, but, as I learned, there was more-"We're moving to Arizona," Dan said. "Tomorrow."

Fortunately my dad spoke up, because I'd swallowed my tongue. "Wait. Moving? To Arizona? Tomorrow? I mean, whoa."

Dan told the story. They'd been looking to move out there for years, but with his business it wasn't possible. Well, he'd decided to sell to a buyer who'd pestered him for years, and he and Jackie had always wanted to live on this one golf course out there, and they had units open, so they'd go out there, pick the one they wanted, and move in.

"It's closer to our boys, the weather is incredible, and there are like 35 other courses within a half-hour," Dan said. "It's heaven."

"But," my mother said, "your house, you have to sell it, you have to move everything..."

"We're going to pack for the trip tonight," Jackie said, "and then we'll come back in a few weeks to get everything else we want and ship it out there. But the furniture, the appliances, it can stay. Anything you want?"

My father said he'd buy their fridge for five bucks and they all laughed. I didn't laugh. They were leaving tomorrow. I'd never see them again. I'd never see Jackie again. I'd never have her fingers wrapped around my cock again, her lips, her pussy...she said she would fuck me, and now that wasn't going to happen. The disappointment crushed me, I felt cheated, and I felt ashamed for thinking that way.

When they left to pack and my parents consulted the calendar to see when would be the best time to take a road trip out west to visit the Reids, I went up to my room. I stripped, got out a hidden bottle of lotion, and contemplated my erection. I hadn't masturbated in months, because Jackie had forbidden it, demanding that I present her with a fully loaded weapon when she jerked or blew me. Now that was over, and I had balls to drain. I lay back, wincing a bit, and thought about Mrs. Reid, her big soft breasts, her long nails, her tongue, her wet, swirling tongue.

There was a knock on the door. "Andy," my mom called, "Dan wants to talk to you a second."

I yanked up my shorts and almost took a header getting to the door. I walked out holding my shirt against my stomach and explained with, "I was thinking about taking a shower." I was about to pass her when I remembered that I didn't want her seeing my ripped-up back. She walked by and I pirouetted like Nureyev to keep my front in front and she looked at me like I'd gone goofy. "Strange child," she murmured, walking off.

I sighed with relief and turned around and, of course, there was my dad, looking aghast. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to your BACK?"

Now, my dad knew that Jackie was messing with me, and we'd kept it a secret. So I said, "It's no big deal, it's fine."

"Andy, she can't go leaving marks like that, and...holy shit! Your stomach!"

"Dad..."

"If Dan finds out he's gonna be pissed, and if your mom finds out...I don't even want to think about it."

"It wasn't Jackie, OK, it was someone else. But its cool, everything..."

"Wait, some OTHER woman did this? You have a harem or something? Who was it, when, how..."

No way was I telling my dad about Beverly. Nope. So I said, "Dad, did you sleep good last night?"

He eyed me. "Yeah."

"So did I. No worries. But if I told you how I got these marks, neither of us would sleep good tonight. Now, do you still want to know what happened?"

My dad is no softie, but he's no fool, and I'm not the type to get into really serious trouble. He said, "Thank God you're going to school, and the Reids are moving to Arizona. Dan wanted to talk to you. Go."

I went.

I found Dan filling his Mercedes with a quart of oil. "Did some hard driving the last few days," he said.

"That we did."

He finished pouring, screwed the cap back on, and dropped the hood back into place. "Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?"

"The good."

"I'll give you the bad. First, I talked to Jackie. I told her about our deal. She said she's sorry, but she's not going to be able to keep her promise to you. I said it was OK with me, but, well, she said no. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," I said. "For God's sake, she's married to you."

"After the way I've behaved over the years, I don't have any right to tell he what to do. And, no offense, I don't think she would have left me for you." He grinned. 

"No offense taken."

"Yeah, well, I'm still sorry. And I'm even more sorry about the second piece of bad news. Beverly called last night, I'm not sure how she got our number. She's still royally pissed. And not just at me. She made some rather pointed comments about you. Something about doing to your dick what she did to your back."

I felt my stomach fall six stories inside my gut.. "Can she find me?"

"She knows where I live. Or she can find out easy enough, if she has my phone number. That's one of the reasons why Jackie and I are taking off so fast. Going on the lam right now might be a good idea. Trouble is, if she comes here looking for me, she might see you and..." He didn't have to fill in the blank. I could imagine what Beverly's reaction would be if she saw me come out of the house next door to the Reids.

"So I should lay low. Stay indoors. Grow a mustache?"

"Like you could if you tried. Just keep your eyes open. You're going away to school in, what? Three days? Anyway, I doubt she'd come all this way just to get in a fight with me."

"She likes to fight. She gets off on it."

"I know," he sighed. 

"OK, I stay at yellow alert." I started to walk away, and I said, keeping the bitterness from my voice. "I'm happy everything worked out. With you and Jackie."

"It didn't work out so good for you, huh?" I shrugged. He stepped a bit closer and took a conspiratorial peek over my shoulder. "Don't you want to hear the good news?"

"Oh, yeah, forgot about that."

He lowered his voice. "I told your parents that I need you to drive my Mercedes downtown tomorrow, to drop it off at the train station so it can be loaded and shipped to Arizona. And I do need you to do that. But," He reached in his pocket and pulled out a plastic card with a magnetic stripe on it. He handed it to me. "That's the key to a room at the Vista Hotel in town. Room 1527. I have a friend, he's a gentleman I've known for years, he runs an escort service. The women who work for him, you can't imagine. Gorgeous. Sexy. And they know how to please men, believe me."

My jaw fell open. He continued, "Tomorrow, from ten o'clock until noon, there will be a woman like that waiting for you in that room. I've picked her out myself, I know you'll love her. You don't have to do anything, everything has been taken care of. Just enjoy yourself. That's my gift to you, for the last few days, for helping me win back my wife, for being my friend." He held out his hand, I shook it.. 

"You ain't kidding??" I asked, my knees like jelly.

"Honest to God. Drop the car off, walk the five blocks to the Vista, take the elevator to the 15th floor, use the key, and have fun. But don't use the key until 10AM. These girls are paid according to a very strict schedule. For two hours she'll do whatever you want, but when the clock strikes twelve she'll want to go and you be a gentleman and hold the door for her. That's how it works. Got it?"

I felt like I had a bellyful of jumping frogs. "Wow." 

"Save your wows for tomorrow."

I went back inside and told my parents what Dan wanted. I said that after I dropped the car off I was going to wander around town for a few hours before catching a bus home, and they didn't seem too concerned. I went to bed and lay there quivering with anticipation. Tomorrow, I was going to lose my virginity, for real this time, to a woman I'd never seen before. It was worse than waiting for Christmas morning. I mean, better. Think about it. If you could imagine the perfect woman, the ideal woman to have sex with, who would it be? Not too easy, huh? I lay in bed all night, conjuring blondes, brunettes, redheads, trying to decide which I preferred. I couldn't put a face to her, though, my mind wouldn't wrap around it. I fell asleep with visions of Playboy bunnies dancing in my head. 

I woke with a jolt at 6:30AM, with my mother nudging my shoulder. We all went out to wish the Reids a final good-bye. They loaded up their cab with luggage and I shook Dan's hand and smiled when he winked. 

Then Jackie came over, and looked at me the way she did when she was fooling around with me. She hugged me and she whispered, "I envy the girls you're going to meet at school." She kissed me on both cheeks and hugged me again. All I could think to say was, "I'm going to miss you so much." She smiled, tears in her bright blue eyes, and just like that they hopped in the back of the cab and waved and they were gone. Gone.

My parents went off to work, my father reminding me one more time not to go joyriding in the Mercedes. I leapt in the shower and carefully addressed my hygiene. I shaved, brushed my teeth, made sure my boxers were extra clean. I wore a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts and I looked pretty good, I have to say. And I was off for a liaison with a high-priced call girl. What a strange, wonderful world.

But first, the Mercedes. I drove down to the train station and made it there faster than I expected, 8:30. I parked in the marked loading area and found the guy who was in charge. I handed him the paperwork and he checked it and double checked it and then went over the car inch-by-inch, I guess looking for drugs or corpses in the trunk. When he was satisfied he handed me a copy of the form he was working on.

"This your ride?" he asked, voice dripping with envy.

"No such luck. A rich neighbor paid me to drop it off."

He shrugged. "OK, you're good." He sauntered off and I did the same. I wonder what his reaction would have been had I told him how much I was getting paid for driving it here, and in what coin. I wanted to tell SOMEONE what was about to happen. I felt virile and strong and manly and I was about to do the nasty with a woman who knew how to twist a man into knots. I fairly bounced the five blocks uptown to the Vista.

Maybe it was the air-conditioning that did it, but once I was inside, the fear hit me. The anxiety. The terror. What was I doing? I was going to copulate with a stranger. We could get caught, arrested. I was just a kid, I was too young for this. What if the girl was just a little bit older than me? Would I feel inadequate? Would I humiliate myself? Would I fall in love with her and be scarred emotionally for the rest of my life? 

It was only nine o'clock. I had a full hour to worry, and worry I did. I sat in the lobby and fretted. I heard the Clash over and over in my head, "Should I stay or should I go...?" I could walk away. The girl was already paid, I'd tell Dan I couldn't make it, darn it, my parents gave me an errand that I couldn't get out of. Ten times I decided to bolt. Ten times my ass stayed glued to the chair.

Could I really live with myself if I left? No. I thought it over. Look what I'd been through the last few months. Fooling around with a woman nearly thrice my age. Nearly getting shot as a burglar. Surviving Dan finding out about me and his wife. Surviving Beverly and her vicious claws. And now this. 

I stood up and walked to an large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall. I took a long look at the reflection staring back at me. What I saw was a young man, not a kid anymore. A rather handsome young man, I admitted with some reluctance. There was a reason that Mrs. Reid had picked me to fool with, instead of some other kid in the neighborhood, or with the pizza boy. I was good-looking. I was smart. Over the last few months I had shown a certain amount of cleverness, courage, and audacity. And I was about to lose my virginity, right now, to a woman I was confident wouldn't be disappointed when she saw me. I made up my mind. I was ready.

Resolve made my back straight and my gait crisp and purposeful. There was a florist in the arcade adjacent to the hotel and I walked in and bought a single red rose. I didn't want to come empty handed. I marched to the elevator and got on with four other people. I was the only person going higher than nine. One by one they got off on their floors, until I was left alone in the elevator with my thoughts and the Muzak playing "One of These Nights" by the Eagles. Jesus Christ. The doors parted, I walked five steps forward and then hung a left. I counted, "...19...21...23...25..."

And there it was. Room 1527. I checked my watch. It was 10:01. I took the key out of my wallet. My hand was shaking. So were my knees. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I needed a drink, maybe two. Or three. I slid the card through the slot. The green light flashed, the lock popped softy, and I twisted the lever. What awaited me? With whom? Time to find out. 

The room was dark, all the blinds were pulled and the lights off. And it was cold, really cold, the air conditioning was turned up so high my skin broke out in goose bumps. I swallowed and called out, "Hello?" Silence. I felt around on the wall till I found the switch and I flipped it on. The room was actually a suite, I was standing in a small foyer, and in front of me was a living room with a big sofa and a smaller love seat and a recliner. There was another room off to the left, a room with the door closed, which could only be the bedroom. Another door to face.

I walked to the door, making as much noise as I could, so anyone behind it would know the room was no longer empty. I cleared my throat before I tapped lightly at the door. I heard a female voice say, softly, "Come in, Andy."

I turned the knob. I thought back to the old story, the Lady and the Tiger. The last time I'd been in a bedroom with a woman, with Beverly, I'd been with a Tiger. This time I hoped it was a Lady. I pushed the door open.

My girl was there, lying on the bed. I saw why the AC was cranked so high-she was wearing a long, snow-white fur coat, opened just enough so I could see her long, smooth legs luxuriantly stretched out on the creamy tan bedspread. She was tall, her body lush and curvy, her hair a rich honey blonde. She wore sheer black thigh-high stockings, sheer black panties, and a brassiere so transparent I could see her dark nipples showing through. I must have been in shock because it took a full three seconds before I said, "Wait. What...What...?

Mrs. Reid, smiling the smile of the cat who ate the canary, said, "Surprise."

I stood there, my jaw hanging open, my brain not working so good. She looked incredible. Her thick blonde hair was elegantly coiffed, her makeup was perfect, her brick red lipstick matched the color of her newly manicured nails. She looked so beautiful, so sexy, that I couldn't stop staring. "You're supposed to be in Arizona."

She curled her lips into a pout. "You seem disappointed to see me."

"No! No. I'm just...."

"Surprised?"

I nodded.

"Pleasantly surprised?"

I nodded harder.

Mrs. Reid said, "Andy, look at your watch," and I did, and when I looked back at her she said, "We only have two hours before I have to leave to catch our plane. Shall we begin?"

I resisted the urge to tear my shirt off like The Incredible Hulk. "Mrs. Reid," I said, quietly, formally, "I don't know if we should do this."

She sat up, and I could see her huge breasts snug inside the fur coat. "You're nervous."

"Very."

"Does it make you feel any better to know that I'm nervous too?"

I smiled. "It does."

"We don't have to do anything, Andy. We can sit and talk. That's OK with me. But I would rather spend the next two hours another way. Not because I feel like I owe you something. Or because Dan told me to." She got up, her breasts swaying inside the fur coat, and put her hands on my shoulders. "I want to because I fucking want to. Because this is my last chance to be a dirty little slut. And because I've wanted to fuck you from that first time I cornered you in the bathroom and jerked you off and saw your big dick go all purple before it blew up all over my tits. Remember that?"

"For as long as I live."

"I think you'll remember this too."

She stepped back and pulled the coat open, letting me see the body I'd lusted after for so long. How could I resist this woman, this beautiful woman, all those curves, all that smooth tan skin, those heavy, round breasts, those warm thighs?

I took a step forward, lifting my hands, and she took a step forward, until her pendulous breasts nestled in my palms. I thumbed her brown nipples until they began to thicken. "Jackie, before we, um, I want to do something to you."

"I'll bet you do." She was looking me right in the eye.

"I want to try going down on you. "

"Try?" she teased

"I want to go down on you."

"Eat my pussy?"

"Eat your pussy."

She lay back on the bed, the mink coat spreading underneath her. "Then get to work."

I knelt between her legs and slipped my fingers under her gossamer-sheer panties. She shimmied her hips to help me slide them down her stocking clad legs. I tossed them on the chair and turned to see Jackie slowly, slowly, spreading her legs, until she was wide open. "Come on, baby. Eat me."

I slid back between her legs, amazed that this incredible woman was letting me put my lips so close to her private parts. I took a breath and I could actually smell her, smell her pussy. "I'm not sure what to do," I said, hating how stupid I sounded.




Mrs. Reid Ch. 5



She looked at me through her splayed legs. "You're a bright boy. You'll know if you're on the right track."

I lowered my lips to her pussy. I wasn't sure how she would taste, if I would like it, so I gingerly extended my tongue and let it slide up and down her valley. The taste was strange, so odd I thought I wanted to stop. I kept my tongue moving, peeking up to see what Jackie's reaction was. She was smiling patiently. "That's it honey, but don't be shy. Be gentle, but not that gentle."

I licked faster, I pressed my tongue into her wetness. I realized that it didn't taste bad. Not at all. It didn't taste good, exactly...what did it taste like? It came to me. It tasted EXCITING. Drinking her juices was the most exciting thing I could imagine doing with my mouth. My tongue. My lips. I wanted more. 

"Uh-huh, that's it, yes, that's it," Jackie said as I accelerated my efforts. I slid my hands under her hips and pulled her pussy into my face. "Maybe I should have let you do this to me in the pool."

I looked up at her. I guess I was doing a good job, because Jackie was slowly grinding her hips in my face. I made my next move. I knew enough about the female anatomy to know about the clitoris, and I knew that I should try to find it and see what happened when I used my tongue there. I felt a bump against my upper lip and deduced that's what it was. I thrust my tongue inside her opening three or four times before I raised my chin and let my slippery tongue slide over her clit.

Bingo. She arched her back, driving herself harder into my face. "Yes!" she hissed. Her nipples hardened as I tongued her clit again and again and again. "That's it." Her pelvis was really moving now, and I clamped down on her hips so my tongue wouldn't lose contact. 

I looked up at Jackie. Her gorgeous face was a mask of fierce concentration. Her mouth was open, her teeth clenched, her big breasts heaved as she took long, deep breaths. "Eat me," she commanded. "Eat me. Eat me."

I stopped for just a second. "I want to make you come, Jackie."

"Call me Mrs. Reid," she ordered.

I loved that. "I want to make you come, Mrs. Reid."

"About fucking time you made ME come, after all the times you came all over my tits and in my face and poured you come down my fucking throat."

"I'll make you come, Mrs. Reid."

"You want to make me come?" She reached down between her legs and pointed with a long fingernail right at her clit. "Suck that."

"Suck it?"

"Suck it."

I hadn't thought of that, but I obeyed with enthusiasm. I surrounded her bud with my lips and I sucked. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked and Jackie let out a moan that I felt to my very marrow. "Ohh, Andy! Suck it! Suck it...don't stop licking! Lick it and suck it! Do you want to make me come? Oh, fuck, suck it! Lick it!"

I was hunched up on my knees now, my lips applying quick tugs on her clit, my swirling tongue massaging the tip. "Jesus, now I know why I didn't let you do this to me at the pool," she groaned. "You're gonna make me scream."

"I want to hear you scream."

"Don't talk! Eat me! Don't stop!" I redoubled my efforts. Jackie put her right hand on my head and pushed my face deep into her pussy. "That's it baby, that's so good, you're really fucking good...don't stop...don't stop...don't stop..." her voice trailed off. Her head slowly rolled back, her lips spread into a wide O, she humped her pussy into my face spastically, until she arched her back in one final seizure and let out a long, feral groan of release, "UHHHH!!!!!"

It went on for a long time, I kept eating her while she twisted and writhed. I guessed she'd had an orgasm, but what did I know? When she pushed my head away from her pussy, I wasn't sure what was going on, I thought something was wrong. I sat up. "Jackie, did I...?"

She scissored her legs over my head swung herself off the bed. She leaned over, grabbed my face in her hands, and kissed me savagely, our teeth scraping. She shoved me back on the bed and tore my belt from my waist. "I'll fuck you right now, right now". She unzipped my shorts and yanked them down hard, so hard that my erection caught on the boxers and painfully snagged them. "Come on!" she barked, "what are you waiting for?"

What indeed? She finally got my shorts and boxers off and tossed them on the floor. "You came?" I said weakly.

"You suck my pussy like that, you bet I came. And I have to have you inside me right now!" Mrs. Reid stood up and let the heavy fur coat fall to the floor with a soft thud. She unhooked her bra and let it join the fur on the floor. She was nude except for her stockings, her fingers and wrists heavy with glittering rings and bracelets, her breasts tippled with nipples hardened into tight brown knots. And then there was that mysterious patch of dark blonde hair between her legs, pussy, which I was about to experience for the second time. This time the right way, for keeps.

She climbed into bed with me, then on top of me. Feeling her body against mine, her knees sliding along my thighs, was almost too much to take in, until she settled her pelvis above my groin and took my erection in her hands. Her long nails grazed up and down my length, teasing me into even greater hardness.

"You're ready, you're so ready," she whispered, more to herself than me. I felt sick to my stomach, like I was on a scary roller coaster and the train was easing out of the station, no turning back. Jackie raised herself up and circled the base of my penis with her thumb and finger. She shifted forward, until her pussy was centered above my shaft. She sank down, I felt my cock slip across her moist lips. She was so slippery against my rock-hard head that I sucked in a sharp breath. Then her warm, wet vagina engulfed me. I felt her satiny skin slide against my penis, I penetrated her slowly, very slowly, as she eased herself down until she sat heavy on my hips. My naked penis was inside a woman for the first time. I looked between my legs and I was looking between her legs as well. Her outer labia hugged the base of my penis. It was...it was too much. 

She looked at the ceiling and sighed. "Andy, baby, you feel so good." 

Jackie took my face in her hands and she kissed me on the lips. She didn't say anything. She pushed against my chest and lifted her hips, then she slid back down, slowly, very slowly. Then she did it again. And again. Slowly. Up and down my cock. My cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Up and down. Again and again. Up and down. Up. Down.

I pressed my cheek against the pillow and arched my back. It felt so indescribably good, to be stuck up between her lege, so strange and yet so right. It felt like it had with Beverly, just a thousand times better. Because I wasn't wearing a condom. And because it was with Jackie instead of Beverly.

I reached up and put my hands under her breasts and helped her slide up and down. She smiled and nodded. She was getting even wetter, with every stroke I heard a distinct sucking sound. My fingers circled her brown nipples and Jackie's smile faded, replaced by a determined, hungry look. I leaned forward and took her left nipple in my mouth. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair as I tongued her milky nub. "I know now why that woman scratched you with her nails," she sighed. 

She moved faster, and faster, until I couldn't keep her taut nipple secure in my mouth. Jackie pushed my head away and started bouncing up and down, her big tits jiggling. I was surprised at how quiet it was in the room, we weren't moaning and groaning like animals. I was too shell-shocked to say anything. It just felt so good, to be deep inside a gorgeous woman like this. 

She was breathing faster, and louder. "Ah," she said. I cupped her breasts in my hands again. "Mmm..." Jackie kept the rhythm steady, up and down, until I started to feel the heat building deep inside my balls. The pleasure became sharper, more intense. I almost couldn't bear it. It was so much better than just getting a blow job, because I could see in Jackie's eyes that she was loving this too. "Jackie, it's going to be soon. I'm going to come soon."

She liked that. We were really going now, the bed was squeaking under her not-insubstantial weight. I was thrusting up against her now, trying to give her some of the pleasure she was giving me, and it seemed to be working, because she reached up and pulled the pins that held her hair in its elegant coif and shook out her thick blonde mane so it fell about her shoulders. Now her golden hair bounced as well as she rode me. 

"Come, honey," she cooed. She looked into my eyes and puckered her lips to kiss the air above my face. "Come. Come, Andy. Come inside me. Give it to me. Give me your cherry. I want it so bad," Her hands gently caressed the scratches on my stomach. "Come. Let it go. Come. Make it all hot and wet inside me. Come. Come. Come."

When it happened it was almost a shock, it was so fast. Jackie made an odd noise, a long, low moan, which shattered my remaining resistance. I put my hands on her ribs and frantically thrust myself into her, but Jackie was too heavy and too strong and she kept up the same steady pace, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft at her own speed, and I cried out. I shifted my hips left and right, trying to get that last bit of friction I needed, but Jackie kept fucking me and didn't let me fuck her. She pressed down on my stomach and rode me, the smooth walls of her vagina driving me to a level of ecstasy beyond my comprehension.

When I came the first time Jackie blew me, it was like the eruption of a volcano, a long building of terrible pressure that seemed to go on forever. This was the opposite. She made one final stroke and my frantic testicles tensed and ejected one titanic blast of semen into her magical vagina. 

"Oh, oh!" was all I managed to say as I ejaculated inside a woman for the first time. My breath huffed out of me, I was almostt hyperventilating, as my balls emptied themselves inside her. "More, more," she said, still fucking me, her pussy milking me for all I was worth.

Jackie groaned, "Baby, fill me up!" and her voice was so loud she startled me. The whole time we fucked it had been so eerily quiet, hushed, and now I wanted to scream. So I did. "Oh, God, oh God, ohGod ohGod ohGod..."

She leaned down and kissed me, her soft lips kissing my paralyzed mouth. "Are you all right, honey?"

"I think I passed out." I whimpered.

She grinned. "Was it everything you dreamed it would be?"

"No. I never dreamed it would feel that good."

She laughed. "There's no way you could know! I mean, you knew how good I made you feel, with my hands, and my mouth, but there's something very special about making love."

She slid up my soft cock and I slipped out of her sopping vagina. "I'll be right back." She crawled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water splish-splashing in the bowl of the sink. It was a relaxing, soothing sound, and with my head resting against the cool pillow it was just a minute or so before I was snoozing, more contentedly than any time in my life.

I woke up when Jackie pinched my ass. "Yes," she sighed, "you're a man all right. Gets laid and falls asleep right when it gets interesting."

"I could sleep for a week after that. That was...beyond amazing."

She kissed my forehead. "It was." 

I pillowed my head on her warm breasts. "Still want to go to Arizona with Dan? You could come to college with me, I'm sure my roommate wouldn't mind."

She stroked my hair. "I think I'll stick with my decision."

"Damn."

"Oh, come on. Once you get to college and see all those teenage hotties running around, sticking their tits in your face, you'll forget all about me."

I looked up. "I'll never, ever, forget you."

She smiled. "You probably won't. And I won't forget you." She kissed me on the lips

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"How did you lose your virginity?" 

The question seemed to surprise her. "Me? Wow. It was so long ago, a long, long time ago."

"You don't remember?"

"Of course I do!" she tweaked my nose. "I was about your age. His name was Randy Simms. He was a college senior, tall, broad shoulders..." she sighed. "gorgeous. We snuck onto the football field at my high school, spread out a big blanket, and that's where we did it, under the stars. It was wonderful. He went down on me, he was the first boy to do that. He fucked my tits, which I didn't know boys liked. He knelt on my chest and fucked my boobs and played with my nipples and it made me so crazy I licked the tip of his cock when it peeked out from between my tits. He had a big cock, and he said he'd never met a girl with breasts big enough to take his dick like that. And then he put it inside me. He was so gentle, he was so sweet..."

"Were you in love?"

"Oh yes. I thought for sure we were getting married after that."

"So what happened?"

She sighed. "He dumped me. Broke my heart. But I got the last laugh. A few years later the girl he dumped me for dumped HIM, and he came crawling back, telling me that he'd made a terrible mistake, that he always loved me. But I'd just started dating Dan, who I loved ten times more than I ever loved Randy."

She touched my face. "Honey, I know this was fun, but it's so much better when you're in love with the person. You'll find out in college."

"I love you," I said earnestly.

"And I love you too. But not that way. And you don't love me that way either."

"Maybe not," I said.

Her fingers, which were stroking my face, moved down to play with the hair on my chest. "That doesn't mean we can't have some more fun before I have to go."

My cock was limp. "I don't know if I can have any more fun."

She leaned down and nibbled my earlobe. "Oh, maybe I can get you in the mood again."

I was half-erect before she even touched my cock. When her moist lips closed around me I was instantly hot and hard and panting. "Jackie, I..."

"Call me Mrs. Reid."

"Mrs. Reid, I want to come again inside you."

"Do you?" she said, rubbing my cockhead all over her face, smearing her dark lipstick. .

Oh God, it felt good. "I do. But if you keep doing that, with your mouth, sucking me, sucking me with your mouth, I might come."

She held my erection against my belly and licked up and down my shaft. "The first time I fucked you. You made me so crazy that I threw you down and fucked you. Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to be on top of me, fucking me like I'm your whore, fucking me like an animal?" She lifted my cock and flailed her tongue at the sensitive ridge under my now-throbbing helmet. "Don't you?"

I sprang up and flipped Mrs. Reid on her back and grabbed her ankles, dragging her to the center of the bed. She had a huge grin on her face as I crouched between her legs and aimed myself at her vagina. I was on fire, I wanted to fuck her RIGHT NOW, but I wasn't sure how to get my cock inside her. I slid my crown up and down her slit, searching for her entrance. 

"Lower, honey," Mrs. Reid said. I angled my cock down, pressing forward, and then POP! I almost fell into her arms as I entered her. "Oooh!" she groaned. I put my hands on either side of her head and did what seemed obvious. I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, making the bed shake and squeak as I pumped. 

Jackie snaked her legs around my waist and spurred me on. She put her hands on my arms, her nails dug into my biceps, and I had a sudden flashback to Beverly's claws. I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the bed as I threw my hips at her.

She loved it. "Fuck me!"

"Fuck you like a whore, Mrs. Reid?"

"I'm bought and paid for. Do me any way you want."

I was mad with lust, my hips crashed into Jackie's pelvis as I screwed her for all I was worth. Thanks to my earlier orgasm I had more endurance, but my arms started getting tired from pinning her down and supporting my weight on my arms.

"Don't you want to fuck me like an animal?" she said, her fierce eyes glued between her legs.

"I already am," I snarled, and I pushed myself even harder.

Her tongue extended and caressed her upper lip, back and forth, back and forth. I released her wrists and leaned down to suck her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue and fucked her and I saw Mrs. Reid's eyes roll back in her head. When I let her tongue slip free she said, "Don't you want me on my hands and knees, don't you want to grab my hips and slam yourself against my ass? Don't you want to hear me beg?"

I pulled out, frantic. She giggled as I flipped her over and pulled her by the hips into a kneeling position. "Treat me rough, baby," she said, still giggling. 

"Beg for it!" I demanded.

"No."

I pressed my erection against her ass. "Beg me!"

She was laughing. "Fuck you!" 

I bent my head between her legs and I buried my face in her pussy, my tongue driving up inside her. "Oh, how did you know to do that?" she groaned.

I kept licking her pussy. "Beg me!"

She let me tongue her for a minute before she said, "OK, Andy, please fuck me."

"No. BEG!"

"Ooh, come on! We don't have much time left, I want you fucking me from behind! Honey, hurry!"

I didn't answer, I just kept my nose in her snatch and my tongue going full throttle. At last Jackie moaned and shouted, "Andy, I'm begging, I'm begging, I have to have cock! Fuck me, please! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!"

I bounced to my knees and drove my penis deep inside her. "Ohhhhh!" she cried as I started pumping again. I stared down at her broad sweet ass as it jiggled under the impact of my hips. I loved watching my glistening shaft appear and disappear inside her wet warm tunnel. Her heavy breasts swayed faster and faster as I hammered her. 

"You have fucking huge tits, fucking gorgeous tits," I reached around and stroked her nipples as I humped her.

"You have a fucking gorgeous cock. I want to feel it go off inside me again."

"Mrs, Reid, are you sure you don't want to do this ever again with me?" I said.

She let out a husky laugh. "I'm sure I'll want to!" I started to lose control, I gripped her hips and pistoned myself in and out of her. Jackie threw her head back, her golden mane spilling over her back. "Uhh...I'm having second thoughts already..."

I couldn't hold it in anymore, it was too much, her hair, her breasts, her ass, her slippery pussy. "Oh Jackie," I whimpered. She didn't say to call her "Mrs. Reid" this time. I sprayed my sperm inside her a second incredible time. I grabbed her hips and thrust myself as deep as I could and felt my penis shake and quiver inside her. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. "Wow." That was all I could think to say.

Jackie was panting, her face buried in the pillows. I collapsed on top of her, my face next to hers in the pillow. We lay there for a minute or so, until our breathing returned to normal.

Jackie raised her head. "Holy shit, Andy."

I didn't have to ask if it was good. "Uh-huh."

She rolled over and grabbed a bag that was sitting by the bed. "I have just enough time to enjoy this." She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "If you fuck a woman, and afterwards she lies back and lights a cigarette, you know you fucked her good."

"I fucked you good?"

She exhaled a creamy white cloud of smoke. "You fucked me great. For a kid, for your first time, you were fucking amazing."

"I had a good teacher."

She smiled. "A very willing one."

Jackie raised her blonde head and looked at the clock. "Good," she sighed, "twenty minutes until I have to go."

"I don't know if I can do it again," I groaned.

"You'd be surprised. I know I could get you interested again if we had the time. You'll learn with your girlfriends how many times you can do it when you have the time. And the right girl."

I caressed her ass. "Do you have to go?"




Mrs. Reid Ch. 5



She drew on the cigarette and exhaled heavily. "I do. Our flight leaves in ninety minutes. I have to meet Dan down in the lobby in twenty. And I need a quick shower, because I can't go on the plane smelling like this."

"Like what?"

"Like sex! I smell of pussy and sweat and come. If I go on the plane smelling like this I'll get arrested for indecent exposure, even if I'm dressed. " She hopped off the bed. "Could you do me a big favor? Put the mink in the big garment bag in the closet? I'm be out in a jiffy. And call a bell boy to come up in about ten minutes?"

She stubbed out her cigarette and closed the bathroom door. While she showered I did as she asked, packing the coat and making the call. I felt funny. Exhilarated, to be sure. Sex...sex was the fucking greatest thing in the world. And the woman I just had sex with was going away, forever. She wasn't mine. I already missed Jackie. How was I going to find a woman like that, a woman straight out of my fantasies? I was happy that my fantasy had come true. But now what? 

I heard the water shut off, and a minute later Mrs. Reid appeared. "Seen my panties lying around?"

"You're going to wear these?" I said incredulously, holding up her sheer black undies.

"I'm sure Dan will want to do it in the bathroom on the plane, so I might as well wear something exciting." She saw the shocked expression on my face. "Told you I was a little slut."

I watched Jackie pull on a pair of khaki shorts and a light pink blouse. She pinned her hair back in a short ponytail. In just a few minutes she was transformed from a moaning sex kitten into a proper suburbanite housewife. "How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful." This was the point where I started to cry. I couldn't help it. She pulled me close and my tears made dark spots on her blouse. I tried to compose myself. "Don't want you to go," I sniffled.

"I know," she said, gently stroking my hair. "Maybe it was a mistake to do this with you."

"No. No, I wouldn't trade this for anything."

"You'll have a hell of a story to tell your dorm buddies during those late night bull sessions."

"Like anyone would believe me." 

"When they see you scoring left and right and girls keep calling begging you to take them to bed, then they'll believe you."

"I believe that when I see it."

There was a knock at the door. Jackie opened it and said hello to the bell boy, a kid my age. She handed him the garment bag and told him to meet her at the front desk. The kid looked at Jackie, then me, then Jackie, and then he left. 

"Wonder what he was thinking?" Jackie asked.

"Probably wishing he was me."

She smiled. "I have to go."

"I know." I was composed now. "So that's how I lost my virginity. To the girl next door."

Now it was Mrs. Reid's turn to cry, just a little bit. She hugged me, a long hug I wished wouldn't end. But I was the one who finally broke the clinch. "You have a plane to catch."

She wiped away a stray tear. "You can stay a bit, if you like. Checkout isn't until 3. Order room service. And take a shower. You smell as much as I did. Ride the bus home and you'll get some strange stares."

I told her I would. She turned to go. "Oh, shit! I forgot to tell you. I hate to dump domestic bullshit on you like this, but we forgot to put the garbage out. Dan left the garage door opener in our mailbox for the movers to use, so could you go in the garage tomorrow and put the trash out?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Thank you." She looked at me. "I didn't want that to be the last thing I say to you. 'Take out the trash'."

"I think we'll see each other again, some day."

"I hope so."

We hugged. She kissed my cheek. She walked to the door. I said. "Tell Dan I said goodbye. And thanks, for all this."

"I will." She opened the door, stepped through, and turned to wink at me. "Dirty boy."

"Slut."

She laughed, and left. The suite seemed very, very empty without her.

I took a quick shower, reluctantly washing Mrs. Reid's scent from my body. Then I ordered surf and turf from room service and ate like a king. After a brief snooze I decided it was time to go home. I took the elevator down to the lobby, turned in my key, and was told by the smiling clerk that the bill was already taken care of. I walked outside into brilliant sunshine. It was a beautiful day. I walked uptown to my bus stop, smiling at everyone I passed. A few pretty girls smiled back. I was so happy to be alive, so excited about what would happen to me from this point forward. I wasn't a virgin anymore. I was going away to college in a few days. The world was a place of endless possibilities.

I only had to wait a few minutes for my bus to arrive. I rode home in blissful contentment. The only responsibilities I had in the world were taking out the Reid's trash, packing my stuff, and going to school.

Had I known what the next day would bring, I wouldn't have been so chipper. But I didn't. I thought the Mrs. Reid saga was at an end. I was, unfortunately, wrong.



Mrs. Reid Ch. 6



I woke up a non-virgin the next day, to find that the sun still rose in the east, the skies were still blue, and I still had to take out the Reid's goddamn garbage. I crawled out of bed around seven and took a quick shower to clean out the cobwebs. I pulled on a pair of mesh shorts and a T-shirt and went next door to do my duty.

It was early, and even with the shower my mind was still a bit fuzzed. So while I noticed the shiny black 2002 Lexus parked across the street, I didn't think anything of it. Maybe the Johnson's had splurged, or they had rich early-morning guests. I just wanted to take out the trash and retire to the kitchen to enjoy a bowl of cereal. 

There were three trash cans and a number of boxes to toss, so I got to work, dragging and toting. It took me five trips to get it all out. As I walked into the garage for the last time, debating the merits of Lucky Charms versus Cheerios for my breakfast, I saw nothing else that needed pitched. I decided on Cheerios (a more mature cereal, as befitting my new manly status), and headed out the door.

Then it hit me, like a hammer to the pinky finger. I hadn't opened the garage door. Hadn't gone to the mailbox to get the opener. I'd walked straight to the garage and found it open. 

I skulked out of the garage and headed down the driveway to the mailbox. The garage door opener should have been inside. I pulled open the black metal door. No opener. 

No opener. Door open. And that equaled...what?

I went back into the garage. I still didn't know what to do. If there was someone in the house, he must have heard me dragging the cans and boxes out to the curb. So now what? Maybe Mr. Reid forgot to leave the opener in the mailbox. Maybe the door just opened...on its own.

I didn't buy it either.

I waited, but I didn't hear anything. I decided to try a ruse. I hit the garage door opener on the wall, the motor whirred, and the big door slid down. I hoped the intruder would think that I'd shrugged my shoulders in confusion and left. I closed my eyes and listened hard, listened for any sign that someone was in the house.

That's when I heard it. A soft, but quite distinct, "Creak."

I froze. The sound came from inside the house. I was sure of it. What was more, I knew that the middle of the Reid's kitchen floor had a dead spot that always creaked. I'd just heard someone step on that dead spot.

I was glued in place. I listened, hard, but heard nothing more. I strained my ears, counting off the seconds. Five seconds, nothing. Ten seconds, zilch. Fifteen...twenty...

And then, as I counted "twenty-three", I heard the faint sound of a door slamming shut. It was an oddly muffled "THUD", and I realized that whoever it was had just slammed the Reid's refrigerator shut. I stopped breathing. I heard another groan from upstairs. And I heard a rhythmic "thump-thump-thump-thump-thump", each beat fainter than the one before. The sound of feet mounting the steps to the second floor.

Someone was definitely in the house.

What to do. The obvious choice-get out of the house and call the cops-appealed to me immensely. Why I didn't do that, why I instead pulled a 4-iron out of a bag of Dan's old clubs and headed for the door leading into the basement, I can't say, not even now. I must have been out of my goddam mind. Or, maybe my subconscious had already solved the mystery, and knew who the intruder was. If so, it didn't do my courage any good. I was scared to death as I opened the door and peered into the pitch-black basement. 

I read in a Tom Clancy novel that if you're trying to sneak around without making noise, you're best bet is to go barefoot. So I kicked off my sandals and mounted the stairs without a making a sound. I opened the door leading from the basement to the kitchen and carefully avoided the creaking spot on the floor that first alerted me. I paused to listen. I heard squeaking and thumping noises coming from above. The intruder wasn't trying to be quiet now. I heard a loud bang, like a drawer slamming shut. 

I tip-toed up the stairs leading to the second floor. My bare feet on the thick carpet made no noise at all. What exactly I planned to do when I confronted this burglar, I couldn't say. Order the person to leave? Run away screaming? Whomp 'em with the 4-iron? It was funny, the reason I'd picked the 4-iron out of the bag because that's the club I hit best out on the course. I almost burst into hysterical laughter at the absurdity of it all.

The ruckus was coming from the Reid's former bedroom. I walked slowly down the hall, stopping just outside the door. I held my breath, waiting, for what I wasn't sure. A signal for action, my cue to come on stage.

It finally came, when I heard a familiar voice say a familiar word. "Fuck!"

I couldn't believe my ears. I set the club on the floor and stuck my head around the corner, so my eyes could confirm what my ears were telling me. And there was the prowler, clad in a black t-shirt and black shorts, rummaging through a closet, shoving hangers from side to side, looking for something or other in the empty space. All the clothes were gone, gone with everything else, to Arizona with Dan and Jackie. And the prowler seemed quite agitated at the absence of, well, everything.

It was time for the intruder to know that the house was brimming with uninvited guests this day. I concentrated on making my voice as calm, cool, and collected as possible. 

I said, "Hello, Beverly."

I should have expected her reaction, but if I HAD expected it, I would've called the cops instead of playing Boy Detective. Beverly shrieked and whirled around and stumbled back until her tight little buns bounced off a dresser. She looked shocked and scared and it took her a good three seconds to get her wits about her. But when she did, when she saw it was ME, of all people on Earth, who'd just scared her half to death, she acted without hesitation. 

To be charitable, she went stark raving bonkers.

She came at me, keening a bloodthirsty screech of rage, her inch-long nails extended like talons, reaching out for my face. I like my face, and since I knew from the healing wounds on my back and stomach what those long, sharp, sexy nails could do to soft flesh, I wasn't about to take it easy on her.

She slashed at my cheek and I leaned back and seized her wrist. I jerked her off balance and spun her left, so that she fell against me, her back to my chest. I wrapped both arms around her in a bearhug, pinning her arms at her side. I had her under control. For the moment.

She screamed, SCREAMED, she let loose a torrent of profanity that would have made a prison guard cringe. She thrashed and kicked and it was like holding on to a Tasmanian Devil. "Fuck this," I snarled and I manhandled her to the bed. I toppled on the mattress with her underneath me, my weight bearing down on her. I threw my right leg over her thighs to keep her a bit under control.

"Let me go, you goddam motherfucking thumbdick BASTARD!!"

I gritted my teeth, she was sweating and was getting a bit slippery. "Now now, you of all people know that my dick is bigger than a thumb."

She went on for a minute about how I was a failure as a man and I couldn't please a gerbil in bed and how I love getting fucked up the ass by sailors in the back alleys of bars down at the wharves. Stuff like that. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she said.

"I live next door. I was taking out the garbage and I noticed the garage door was open. That's your Lexus out front, isn't it? You traded in the old one?" She snarled what I took as a yes. "And I bet you found the garage door opener and let yourself in. You aren't much of a burglar, leaving the door open like that."

"You aren't much of a man, beating up on a woman. Do you feel strong, do you feel tough?"

"Tough enough, after what you did to my back." I relaxed my arms a tiny bit, and Beverly didn't try to corkscrew out of my grip. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see that's bastard's wife. I wanted to tell her what her shit husband did behind her back."

"She knows. He told her. I told her. That's why Dan told Suzie he couldn't see her anymore. He didn't want to lie to his wife anymore."

"Yeah, he's a fucking hero."

"He's not a hero. He acted like a jerk. I told him so. But he did care about Suzie, very much. And you playing the doting mother hen is all bullshit. You're just pissed because Dan got one over on you, when you thought you were giving him the business. This is all about your wounded pride."

Another minute of cursing and thrashing ensued. Her body twisted and turned in my embrace, and damn it if I didn't get a hard-on. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, even if she was a total loon. I couldn't help it. My erection rubbed against her ass and Beverly stopped her histrionics. "Ooh, I felt that," she said, her voice changing from a shriek to a turtledove's coo in a split-second. "If you let me go, maybe we could have some fun."

"No way," I said, involuntarily humping against her ass. 

"Come on. We had fun last time, until I found out you were lying to me. You might be a pretty good fuck, with a little instruction. From a woman like me, who can show you things you can't even imagine." She slowly licked her lips, her wet tongue glistening. "I know you loved screwing me." 

I had, a lot. I also knew Beverly was dangerous as a Tasmanian Devil. "I didn't love running for my life down the steps with my back looking like I'd been flogged with a cat o' nine tails, but the fucking was nice. Then again, you were looking for your gun when I beat it. So you'll forgive me if I don't get all nostalgic about our night together."

"Oh, come on. I don't have a gun."

"You don't?"

"Of course not. I was angry, I wanted to scare you."

"You did. Scared the shit out of me."

"I fucked the shit out of you too, didn't I?" She rotated her ass against my groin. "You didn't get to finish. I didn't get to feel you come in me. Oh, I wanted to feel that so much, to feel your cock twitch and shiver inside me. That's the part I love best, when I feel my lover come in me, feel him come, all hard inside me."

I couldn't help myself, she felt so good and smelled so good and remembering that night, how it felt to be inside her...I thrust against her, and let myself smell her hair. 

"Come on, baby. Let's call a truce and have some fun. Like you said, Dan isn't here, this shouldn't be a totally wasted trip for me."

She ground her ass against me pelvis. Oh God, did she feel good. My arms were circled around her breasts, and I fought the urge to slide my hand over and squeeze her goodies. 

"You do smell nice," I admitted.

"You feel nice," she said. "You'd feel better in my mouth."

Jesus. I thrust myself hard against her ass. She arched her back and sighed. What self-control I had was slipping away fast. Come on, I'm an 18-year-old boy, she's a 40-something sexpot who looks like she belongs on a strip-club stage, climbing up and down a pole. I didn't have a chance. I wanted her, badly. So badly that I made three mistakes.

The first mistake was kissing her neck, which, along with the hungry moan that escaped Beverly's lips, eliminated all resistance to her charms. This led to my second mistake, relaxing my iron grip around Beverly's chest and letting her turn and lay on top of me. She took my face in her hands and smiled down at me, then she lowered her face to mine and she kissed me, her moist tongue teasing the roof of my mouth. She ground herself against me, I put my hands on her ass and forced her against my erection, and that's when I made my third, and most serious, mistake. I spread my legs, letting her settle against me. Beverly's thigh pressed against mine, forcing my legs wider, wider, wider...

I thought I knew what pain was. When I was in sixth grade I broke my arm when I fell out of a tree, and that hurt pretty bad. I knocked heads with a kid playing soccer when I was a sophomore and I saw stars for a few hours. My dog ran away once and the heartache was so bad I thought I might die. But I didn't really appreciate what pain was, how overwhelming it can be, until that moment when Beverly drove her cocked knee square into my groin, where my throbbing erection desperately awaited her soft touch. 

I swear I heard a crunching noise as her knee struck home. I tried to scream, but the pain paralyzed my lungs and larynx. My muscles spasmed, my body clenched into a tight fetal position, my gastrointestinal system went in reverse, I got the dry heaves so bad I thought I might pass out. The pain, the pain! 

"How does that feel, you little shit!" Beverly crowed. I sensed that she was circling the bed, but I couldn't get my eyes to focus. I tried to breathe, tried to stand, so I could get my hands on Beverly's lovely neck and squeeze until she turned blue. But I wasn't in any condition for revenge. I thought I was dying.

I heard Beverly circle the bed. Cool fingers circled my wrist and dragged my arm away from my groin. A cold metal collar circled my wrist, and I heard a metallic "click-click-click.". I managed to turn far enough to see that my left wrist was now accessorized with a metal bracelet. Beverly knelt on my chest and forced me on my back. Her scrambling fingers caught my right wrist, and she managed to force both my arms above my head and threaded the chain of the cuffs through the wrought-iron headboard. A second later my right wrist was shackled, and I was trapped. Under Beverly's control. Doomed. 

"Poor baby, still horny? Still want to fuck my hot bod?" Beverly said, wiggling her hips. 

"Let me go." I croaked.

"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet. If I can't have my revenge on Dan, I'll take it out on you. That little love tap I gave you, that was for Dan, for what he did to my little girl. But I still haven't decided what to do with you. But give me time, I'll think of something."

She hopped off the bed and left the room. I was able to breathe now without gagging, but I was afraid that I was seriously damaged down there, that I might be bleeding internally, that I might not be able to have children, to have sex! To go with my excruciating pain a rising panic took hold of my mind. 

Beverly was gone for about ten minutes. When I heard her footsteps coming back upstairs I cringed, not knowing what she might do to me. 

She brought a bottle of champagne in a metal bowl filled with ice and two glasses. "This is good stuff!" she said, wagging the bottle. "Dom Perignon, very nice." She poured two glasses, set them down on the dresser, and took a sip. "Oh, I'm sorry, you're a bit tied up, aren't you. Here..." she tilted the glass above my head and poured the champagne into my gaping mouth. I wasn't quite yet ready to swallow anything and the sweet bubbly liquid set me to gasping and coughing. 

"Didn't care for it?" she asked. "Maybe you'll like this instead." And she tipped the steel bowl over my lap and showered my aching groin with a pint of freezing water. 

I screamed now, my voice came back in force. I called her every name in the book and I even invented a few. I described in graphic detail what I would do to her when I got loose. I ranted and raved and Beverly just sat there, sipping champagne, a satisfied smile on her dark lips.

When I finished barking she drained her glass and went to the bathroom, coming back with a towel. I winced as she approached my groin, but she gently sopped up the icy water and dabbed at my balls until I was relatively dry.

"I need to see a doctor. You seriously hurt me."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a pussy. Don't worry, you're not the first man I've kicked in the groin."

"I fucking believe that."

She kept drying my throbbing loins. "They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, you want to get a man under your thumb, go right for his balls. Either with a caress," she let her nails tickle my balls, "or a crunch," she gave me a tiny squeeze.

"Is that why you carry handcuffs with you?"

"When I'm thinking about revenge I do."

I tried pleading with her. "Please, please, let me go."

She kept her hand down around my groin, gently playing with my flaccid penis. "No, I've decided what I'm going to do with you."

"Let me go."

"No." She got up and poured herself half a glass of Dom. She went to the bathroom again, I heard cabinet doors opening and closing. What could she be looking for? Scissors? Tweezers? Razor blades? My imagination created a terrible pictures before my eyes, Beverly mutilating me to her heart's content. 

I was hyperventilating when she walked back in the bedroom. But she didn't have a weapon in her hand. She had a bottle of suntan lotion. It was, in fact, the same bottle that Mrs. Reid used to lubricate my cock when she jerked me off at the start of the summer. I felt my cock twitch a wee bit, and I almost cried with relief. 

Until Beverly slithered on the bed and set up shop between my legs. "I think you've had enough time to recover," she said. 

"Beverly, please, don't do...whatever you're going to do to me. Let me go."

"How about, in a minute, if you want me to stop, I'll stop," she smirked.

She pushed my legs together, leaving enough room for her to get at my cock and balls, and then she sat, with her back to me, on my pelvis, her weight immobilizing my hips. I could look to my left and see her in the big mirror the Reids had on their dresser, and Beverly was looking straight back at me. 

"Let me tell you a story," she said.

"Once upon a time there was a girl named Beverly, and when she was younger she had a huge crush on a friend of her Daddy's." She paused long enough to pick up the bottle of lotion and squeeze a pearl-sized dab on her finger. "His name was Marc. With a c, not a k. And he was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, broad shoulders, a bushy mustache. He was all man." Beverly lifted my erection and smeared the head with the lotion. I let out a sharp breath. Beverly used her finger to inscribe slow circles on the head of my cock, the sweet friction sending shivers down my spine. With Beverly sitting on me I couldn't move my hips at all, making the pleasure even more exquisite and excruciating. I forced my head back against the pillow and tried not to moan.

"I loved this man," she said. "I threw myself at him like a little slut. I would stick my tits in his face, I'd wear these short, short skirts when he'd come over, and you'd be surprised how often I'd drop things and have to bend over to pick them up." She was still fingering my glans and I would have crawled the walls had I not been cuffed to the bed. "He never looked at me twice. True, I was only fifteen or so but I was a already a total piece of ass. Can you imagine what a little hottie I was back then?"

"Yes!" I groaned. 

"Three years I did everything but stick my hand down his pants. Nothing. I saved myself for him, can you believe it? Every football jock in school tried to pick my lock, and I blew them off. Saving myself for a man who never gave me the fucking time of day."

My helmet had absorbed all the lotion now, it was silky smooth and Beverly's fingers were lubricated by the pre-come oozing from my tip. I was almost jumping out of my skin now, seeing this gorgeous older woman toying with my penis was a fantasy and a nightmare come true. She lifted the bottle of suntan lotion and, with a loud SPLOOOORT filled her hand with a huge dollop of the white creamy stuff. I could smell the coconuts. 

Beverly wrapped her gooey palm around my shaft and started pumping. Not fast, just smearing it all over me, but it felt so good that I moaned like a steer. Beverly ignored my distress and kept talking. "On my 18th birthday Marc didn't send a card, or a present, nothing. I was crushed. I cried myself to sleep. Me, that upset about a man." She was jerking me faster now, the slippery "thwock-thwock-thwock" sounds of her pumping hands driving me insane, the sight of her glittering blood-red nails gliding up and down my dick almost enough to make me come. 




Mrs. Reid Ch. 6



"The next day my parents went out to dinner, I was home alone, miserable. The doorbell rang, I almost didn't answer it. When I opened the door, Marc was there. He didn't say hello, he didn't say anything. He took my face in his huge hands and he kissed me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, he put his hands on my ass. He tore my T-shirt in half, he yanked my shorts down, he ripped my bra and panties and threw them aside. He carried me to the top of the stairs and sat me down and put my legs over his shoulders." She paused long enough to look at me in the mirror. "And then he fucking ate my pussy."

She resumed jerking me off. "Can you imagine how hot I was? The man of my dreams eating my virgin pussy, his tongue inside me, all over my clit?" She pumping faster. "Maybe you can, after that night when you lied to me."

She caressed my testicles with her fingernails. "I'm going to come," I whimpered.

"No, not just yet," she said, slowing the pace. I was in delicious agony. "Marc made me come with his mouth, then he picked me up again and carried me to my bedroom. He fucked me like an animal. His dick was huge..." she ran a slippery palm over my glans, "bigger than yours."

"Thanks," I groaned.

She picked up the pace now, really hammering me with her oily fist. "He put me on my back and he fucked me. He lifted my legs up to his shoulders and grabbed my ankles and pulled me wide open and pounded me until I cried. Then he lifted me like I was a doll and laid on his back and made me sit on him. He made me ride him, I had to move up and down his cock while he held my wrists so tight I screamed. Then he threw me face down and pulled me up on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind, fucked me like a dog, fucked me until I begged him to come inside me and make me pregnant. I came so many times I thought I might have a heart attack. And then, when he came inside me, when I felt his come flood into me, it was like molten lava, he came so long, and there was so much...I was sure I had to be pregnant with his child."

She slowed her pace, sensing that I was on the brink. "Then he sat on my chest, his cock wasn't quite hard, and he put it between my breasts and slid it back and forth in my cleavage. When he got hard again he grabbed my face in his huge hands and pulled my lips to his cock and fucked my mouth. He fucked my mouth until I felt him swell so big I though he would choke me to death. And then he came again, and every hot creamy drop poured right down my throat. I swallowed it all."

A shiver ran through my body. I was teetering on the brink, all I needed was Beverly to take me the rest of the way. And with her slippery hands stroking me and the mental image of a teenage Beverly getting jackhammered by some stud it wasn't going to be long. 

"He didn't say a word the whole time he made love to me. Until he left. And then you know what he said?"

"No." the ecstasy peaking now, my orgasm about to erupt.

"He called me a cocktease, a slut, a cunt. He said he wanted to ruin me for other men, forever.. He said that the every time I had sex for the rest of my life, I would wish it was his cock inside me, I would close my eyes and imagine him fucking me. He would be in my head forever."

I groaned as I came and semen geysered out of my penis. I couldn't move my hips at all and that just made the orgasm more intense. I came with such force that a drop of my semen actually shot over her shoulder and dribbled down her back. It felt so GOOD that it scared me, made me afraid that this crazy woman could make me feel such ecstasy while at the same time having a sufficient supply of cruelty to keep me chained to the headboard. What would she do next?

After my breathing slowed a bit Beverly said, "Do you want to know how the story ends?"

"Yes," I bleated. "There was this guy in the neighborhood named Tony, he was even bigger than Marc, and mean as a snake. One day I went to his house and showed him my pussy and gave him a blowjob and then I fucked his brains out. After that he'd do anything I asked. And when I told him that Marc had taken my cherry, had taken it even though I'd been waiting to give it to Tony, well, Tony went and beat the shit out of Marc, broke his legs and six ribs. I'd already decided to go to California and see what life was like out there, and I left the next day. Never heard from Tony or Marc ever again."

She turned around and looked deep into my eyes. "And what is the moral of the story?"

"I don't know," I whimpered.

She wrapped both long-nailed hands around my crank and tugged it hard. "The moral is," and she punctuated each word with a painful jerk, "DON'T...FUCK...WITH...ME!"

When she let me go, I was crying. I begged her, I pleaded, I apologized for everything I'd done and things I hadn't done, I asked her over and over again to let me go. She ignored me. She went to her bag and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it and sat back in the chair and smoked patiently, exhaling slowly to the ceiling. If my words affected her at all she showed no sign. She tapped her ashes in a cut-glass bowl she took from the dresser and when she was done that's where she stubbed out the butt. She took a sip of champagne, and then she reached in her bag again and pulled out a tube of lipstick. She carefully reapplied the dark lipstick to her full lips. 

I asked, for the tenth time, "Beverly, please, what are you going to do to me?"

She looked at me in the mirror, her ghostly pale blue eyes narrowed with intensity. "What am I going to do to you?" She walked back to the bed, until she was by my side. "I'm going to fuck you like Marc fucked me. I'm going to ruin other women for you. I'm going to take your virginity, I'm going to fuck with your dick, and your head. For the rest of your life, when you have sex, you'll wish it was me you were fucking instead of the cunt you're inside of.

"And," she said, lowering her freshly lipsticked mouth to my floppy dong, "I'm going to make sure that I enjoy it, and you don't.." To my utter astonishment, she put my penis in her mouth and began giving me very enthusiastic head.

"What are you DOING?" I groaned. This made no sense. She wanted to hurt me, break my spirit, and she was going to accomplish this sinister feat by...giving me a handjob, then a blowjob? I had a bad feeling.

I also had a good feeling, very good, very very good, spreading out from my penis like sunshine. Beverly sucked my penis with Hoover-ish enthusiasm. She kissed it and licked it and sucked it and sucked it and SUCKED it until my toes curled up and I was begging. "Please, please, slow down, make it last, make it last, no...no...!"

She sucked my cock into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue as her long fingers tugged on my shaft. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the ecstasy overwhelm me, and then I opened them to look down between my legs to make sure this was indeed happening and I wasn't tripping. I opened my eyes in time to see Beverly raise her head above me shiny glans, purse her lips, and then plunge her mouth down to the base of my stick. She did it over and over and over again, her lips tight around me, her slick tongue swirling around my purple head, and it was too much. I wanted it to go on and on, but she cracked me open like an egg. I spread my legs and hunched my ass and came with a groan of despair. My semen spurted into her wet mouth and she kept sucking me until the rhythmic spasms in my balls came to an end. But she didn't stop. She kept slurping even after my cockhead became so oversensitized that every caress from her tongue make me buck and twist and scream in agony. She kept sucking me even as I begged her to stop. She sucked me until SHE wanted to stop. 

When she did, I was in tears. My body shone with sweat. My shoulders ached. And my penis ached worse. Four spine-melting orgasms in a 24-hour period left me feeling like my balls had been wrung out like an old dish towel. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to jump up and down and scream at the top of my lungs to the whole neighborhood, "I''M A SUPERSTUD!!". But I couldn't jump up and down. I was still cuffed to the bed. And that put a tiny damper on things. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. 

Beverly poured herself another glass of champagne. "You know, I have to admit it, I'm not mad at Dan anymore." She sipped champagne. "He wouldn't be suitable for Suzie. She needs a man she can mold the way she wants, a man she can break in half with one look. Dan was too strong for that."

"Nice to see a mother so concerned for her daughter's welfare." I winced after I said it. Now was a good time to keep the sarcasm to a minimum. 

She drank more champagne. "If Suzie was your girlfriend, wouldn't you do everything in your power to please her? Anything she asked? Would any sacrifice be too great if you knew it would make her smile?"

I though about the first time I saw Suzie, with Dan at her house, when she came to the door in a white bikini under a blue dress shirt. She'd been so happy to see us. Well, to see Dan. I tried to imagine how I would feel if Suzie looked at ME that way. I think the emotion would be "transcendent joy". "I guess I see your point."

"Dan wouldn't. He was a man. Strong. You're just a boy, a little boy for women to play with like a puppet."

I got mad. "I was man enough to get you on your back with your legs in the air and trick you into fucking me. Or do you prefer screwing teenage boys because men are too much for you?"

Beverly lowered her glass, very, very slowly. There was a terrible silence in the room. I would have been afraid to say what I'd said to Beverly over the phone, so I was petrified lying there cuffed as I was. The corners of her mouth curled just a bit. "I see your point," she said. "That was very brave of you, to say that. Stupid, but brave. You're wrong, by the way. I don't prey on high-school boys. You're actually the first teenager I've had sex with. Even when I was a teenager I only fucked older guys. Frat boys, my friend's fathers and brothers. Teenage boys bored me. They're so immature, so frivolous. They can fuck all night but three strokes and they come all over your stomach."

She drank the rest of her champagne and looked at me long and hard. . "I owe you an apology. You're not a boy. You aren't frivolous. There's something...intriguing about you."

"Am I intriguing enough to let go?"

She laughed. "No. You aren't a boy, but you aren't a man yet either. You have to know what a woman's body feels like first. I'll baptize your cock with my pussy, and when I'm done you'll be a man." She sat on the bed next to me and played with my pubic hair with her nails. "A man who will dream about me and my body for the rest of his life, who won't be able to fuck a girl without visions of me dancing before his eyes."

She crawled on top of me. She lifted my floppy dong and diddled it with her fingers. "Get hard," she cooed. "Get nice and hard like that first time your fucked me. You were so hard," she wiggled my worm, "and so big."

"I'm really tired," I said.

"I know you are. Why do you think I jerked you and blew you? When I fuck you I don't want you blowing your wad before I have my fun. So I took the edge off your lust. When I fuck you, it's for my pleasure, not yours. I want you to last. And all I have to do now is get this big cock like a rock...." she gave my rubbery shaft a squeeze. 

I was torn. On one hand, I didn't want to give Beverly the satisfaction of thinking that she was taking my virginity. On the other, I wasn't a virgin, and so could allow Beverly to fuck my brains out knowing that she wasn't getting my cherry. I didn't want Beverly to get the best of me, but if her getting the best of me meant me getting screwed by an absolutely delicious piece of ass, who was I to complain? I have my principles, but I'm willing to shitcan them if it means getting extremely well-laid. I did all sorts of jackass stuff for Mrs. Reid, so why not the same for Beverly? Especially since I was chained to the bed and couldn't do much about it anyway.

The one problem was my dick, which was still a wet noodle. Even an 18-year-old boy needs a breather. Beverly kept trying to resurrect my crank but I meant it when I said, "Beverly, I'm worn out."

"You just need to right inspiration. And I have all the inspiration you'll need, right here." She pointed between her slim legs.

She climbed on top of me, on my shoulders, straddling my head, and she opened her legs wide, wider, wider, in front of my face. Her pussy was right there in front of me, and I felt the first quivering twitch down between my own legs. I wanted my cock in there. And I had to get hard first. I wasn't going to be easy, but I was willing to work at it. 

She inched herself closer. "Doesn't that look yummy?" She wiggled her hips, drawing closer, closer, until her thin stripe of pubic hair tickled my nose. She rubbed her pussy all over my face. I looked up from the deep valley of her crotch and saw Beverly staring down at me, her feline eyes glowing.. Lust radiated off her like heat. "Doesn't it look good enough to eat?"

Did it ever. She spread her legs even wider and slid forward one final inch, so her lips were pressed against mine. "Try it. You'll like it." She licked her lips. "You'll love it."

I thought, "So will you." Of course I'd only eaten pussy once before, but after making Mrs. Reid come with my tongue I figured I was a natural. I've learned since then that enthusiasm counts as much as technique when you're eating pussy, and I had bucketsful of enthusiasm. 

My tongue slithered out and circled around her clitoris a half-dozen times, then I raised my head and drove my wet tip deep into the soft petals of her vagina. She tasted different than Mrs. Reid, a sharper, more acidic taste, but just as exciting. 

I shoved my face full into her snatch and dragged the flat of my tongue from her opening all the way up to her clit. I let the tip whip up and flick her clit, and I looked up to see Beverly's entire body stiffen. I repeated the same maneuver, and when my tongue slid over her clit Bev sucked in a quick breath and let out a barely audible, "Oh."

I went at her with an almost berserk energy. I tilted my head forward and burrowed my face into her cunt. I drew her clit into my mouth and sucked it and Beverly put her hand on the back of my head and forced my face deeper into her crotch. "OK, OK, OK, you're doing fine," she moaned. "You...oh...uh huh...keep doing that." She pretended that she was still in control, but I knew better. I had her humping her pussy into my face, her warm juices coating my chin and cheeks as I ate her out. 

"Baby..." she groaned as I caressed her clit with my soft lips. She wasn't pretending anymore, she was panting, her eyes closed, her lips forming silent words as my mouth surprised her with the pleasure I was giving her. "Make mama feel good, make mama feel so fucking good..." She put both hands behind my head and kept my sucking lips glued to her pussy. Her face was contorted in an expression that was part surprise, part rage, part animal lust. She wasn't enjoying this, the fact that I was making her feel this good. 

But I could tell that it DID feel so good that she didn't care anymore. Her nipples stuck out like gumdrops, she licked her lips over and over, her eyes shut tight now. "You might be worth the trouble after all," she said through gritted teeth. "You could maybe even make me come, if I let you."

She reached back with her right and felt for my rapidly-hardening cock. "Almost there, you're almost ready to fuck..." I was in a race, to make Beverly orgasm before my dick go hard enough for her to fuck me. I wanted to make her come. It was a point of pride. It was impossible for me to suspend my own arousal, with the smell of pussy overwhelming and the knowledge that in just a bit this sexpot was going to sit on me and slip my erection deep inside her. This was a dream come true. I just wanted it to be a dream deferred, until I made her come, and showed her who was a boy, and who was a man. 

I gobbled up her clit and started sucking frantically. "Uhhh!" she gasped. "What are you DOING?" She wasn't so talkative now. Now she was looking down at me, her lips pressed tight together, her head lolling to one side. She was humping her hips faster and faster into my face. 

"Ready to fuck?" she asked in a dreamy voice, the question directed more at herself than me. I spread my sucking lips a bit wider and rimmed her clit with my tongue. She let out a long moan of lust and despair. She stopped stroking me and put both hands on my head again, shoving my tongue deeper, deeper into her snatch. She squeezed her thighs tighter around my head, and she moved her hands up to cup and knead her breasts. She pinched her nipples with her long nails and pulled them hard, so hard they stretched almost a half-inch before the snapped back, making her spongy tits jiggle. "This isn't right..." she said softly. "This isn't right....it isn't right..." Her smooth thighs began quivering, and they tightened even harder around my head. I was almost suffocating now from her pussy crushing against my face, my head was trapped deep in her humid crotch. She kept squeezing her thighs and tweaking her nipples and I kept my lips and tongue going at warp speed. 

When Jackie came she moaned. When Beverly came she howled, like an animal, like a bitch in heat. "UHHHNGH!!!" she screamed, or something to that effect. "YOU BASTARD SON OF A BITCH!!!" she wailed as I brought her to orgasm, which I though was a bit uncharitable. "You're not supposed to make me come! I just want you to make me wet....uhhh, God! Fuck! Eat me, EAT ME!!!" She was so loud and went on for so long, screaming and cursing and groaning, that I though for sure someone would call the cops. So I ate her even faster, because a cop would be a most welcome sight.

"Oh, honey, oh baby," she said as she slid down my body, removing her soaking wet pussy from my face. There was a wildness in her eyes, different from before. She wasn't angry. She was hungry. She seized my erection in her hand and squatted above my groin. She wiggled her hips until my cockhead found her opening and then she drove her hips down my shaft, impaling herself on me. The wet velvet of her vagina surrounded me, and I closed my eyes and arched my back. The first time I was inside Beverly I was shielded from the warmth and satiny smoothness of her pussy by a microscopic layer of latex. The absence of a condom made a world of difference. My penis felt like it was dipped in melted butter, the creaminess of her lubrication and the warm flesh squeezing me felt so good I didn't care that I was handcuffed to the bed. 

Beverly squatted over me and levered herself up and down my shaft, the strong muscles of her thighs bouncing her up and down like a jackrabbit. She was slamming herself against my pelvis over and over, driving every millimeter of my penis inside her, and the pounding against me was more than a little bit painful. I was going to be sore down there tomorrow, I knew that for a fact. 

But that was tomorrow. Today I just lay back and enjoyed watching my erection appear and then disappear inside Beverly's heavenly pussy. It looked good. It felt better. But there was a problem. My cock was so exhausted that I didn't know if I could come. And I was afraid that, if I didn't come, Beverly would squat-fuck me until the bed, or me, broke in half. 

Even after a hundred squats Beverly wasn't tired. "You are so deep inside me!" she screeched. "You fucking virgin, I'll fuck my way into your FUCKING DREAMS!" Even in the middle of making love she was a nut. But a gorgeous nut who fucked like a tigress in heat. Her perfect breasts bounced and shook and I wanted to put my hands on them, to run my thumbs over her stiff nipples, to knead the spongy flesh. But of course I couldn't, I had to content myself with caressing her tits with my eyes. They had to be fake. If they were, my God, her plastic surgeon should win an award.




Mrs. Reid Ch. 6



At last her legs tired, she rested with her knees outside my hips and slowly rose and fell over me. She undulated her hips above me, like a belly dancer, my her vagina caressing every millimeter of my tingling cockhead. She was breathing through her mouth, her lips twisted in a sneer of contempt and lust. She leaned down and kissed me savagely, pulling my tongue into her mouth and sucking it as her pussy kept sliding up and down my cock. I was getting close. Beverly pulled away and thrust her nipple into my mouth, and I sucked it greedily, my lips and tongue teasing it into ever greater hardness. 

"Ooooh," Beverly whispered. I sucked her nipple. "Oh, Marc," she said, so softly I could barely hear. "Oh Marc, fuck me, I love it, I love you." Her hips moved faster, faster. "Marc...Marc..."

She squatted over me again and grabbed my hips and fucked me like a dildo. She slammed her hips down against me over and over, her chin tucked against her chest, watching my penis glide in and out of her, and she started to tremble. "Oh Marc!" she sobbed as the tremors increased. Her nipples were red and rock hard and I knew she was about to have another orgasm. And I was too. She fucked me faster and faster and faster and the head of my penis never lost the perfect angle it needed to slide all the way out of her and then all the way back in. 

Beverly forced my cock all the way inside her and a huge smile slowly spread across her dark red lips. She let out a long ragged breath, her fingernails scraped across my ribs. And feeling her nails touching me, her nails digging into me, that was enough to bring me to climax. "Beverly." I whispered as I ejaculated inside her. My depleted balls clenched, a thin spray of semen flowed from my penis, and the ecstasy washed over me. I lifted my hips involuntarily, trying to force my exploding tip as deep inside her as possible. Then it was over, when I stopped coming, when Beverly's orgasm came to an end, she eased herself down and let her head rest on my chest. 

"Oh, Marc," she sighed. I didn't know where she was right now in her head, and I didn't want to know. It would have been nice to hear her moaning MY name, but I wasn't about to complain. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I was done. There was nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do. 

Beverly sat back on her haunches, taking deep cleansing breaths, as though she'd just done an hour of yoga instead of doing me. She rocked back and stood straight up on the bed, towering over me. My semen oiled the outer lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and stretched like a cat, reaching for the ceiling with her nails. She hopped off the bed, surprising me still with her athleticism, and then, surprising me again, she pulled on her shorts and shirt.

When she finished dressing she picked up the handcuff keys and walked to the side of the bed. I felt her fumbling with the iron collars behind me. "I got what I wanted," she purred. "I got my revenge on you. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, and my pussy will haunt you the rest of your life."

I thought, "No, they won't." I closed my eyes and smiled as I replayed recent events in my mind. I'd just been fucked silly by a woman almost cartoonishly sexy. I'd loved it. All I had to do was get free and the past few hours would become a cherished memory. All I had to do was wait for Beverly to finish unlocking the cuffs. Any second now. Any second now, she'd let me go.

I opened my eyes. Beverly was staring down at me like a hawk who'd just spotted an especially plump mouse. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice vibrating with menace.

"What? N..n...nothing. I'm just waiting for you to let me go"

She knelt next to me and seized my chin in her long fingers. "Are you...smiling?"

I felt like I might never smile again. "No," I squeaked.

She bounced on the bed and threw her leg over my chest and straddled me. "You WERE smiling!" she hissed. "You ENJOYED me fucking you. You weren't supposed to ENJOY IT!" She was screaming now. "You're supposed to suffer! I wanted you scarred for your entire fucking LIFE! And you're FUCKING SMILING!!"

She put both her palms on my cheeks and smushed my face. "Why are you smiling? When Marc fucked me I didn't smile for months! When I had my period the week after and I knew I wasn't pregnant with his child I swore I'd never smile again! Then in college I fucked dozens of guys who were virgins, I fucked all my friend's boyfriends, so they'd get so messed up in the head they'd never have an erection again without wishing I was there to drain their balls. When I was done with them they never fucking SMILED. So I ask again, why are you FUCKING SMILING!!??"

I couldn't think of an answer. My mind was blank, my lips trembled. I was afraid, too afraid to think straight, or think fast.

And then the answer came to Beverly, maybe my eyes gave something away. She recoiled as though she'd just seen something horrible. "Oh, God! You...you WEREN'T a virgin, were you?"

I still couldn't speak, but I didn't need to. She knew. "Tell me what happened." When I didn't answer, she leapt off my hips and thrust her hand into my groin. She brandished her fingernails, let them dig into my thigh. "Tell me, or I'll make what I did to your back look like a paper cut."

A sudden clarity of vision came over me. "No, I wasn't a virgin!"

"You were a virgin the first time I saw you. There's no way you could have tricked me then. I felt it in your cock, in the way you fucked me."

"Yes!"

Her inch-long nails burrowed into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. "Then tell me what happened. How did you fucking lose your cherry between then and now? Tell me, and tell me the truth, or I'll play tic-tac-toe on your dick." Her other hand orbited over my crotch menacingly. Her index fingers shot down to diddle my cockhead.

"It was yesterday!" I said, too loud, hoping the sheer volume of my voice would appease her.

"Yesterday?" she said, like she couldn't believe it. Her nails tickled me. "With who? Who beat me to your cherry?"

I hesitated, just a second, and she took my flaccid penis between the nails on her thumb and index finger. "I know you love having my nails scratch you. You won't like the way I scratch you this time if you don't tell me."

"It was Mrs. Reid!" I cried.

Her eyes narrowed. "Mrs...who?"

"Mrs. Reid! Jackie! Dan's wife!"

I'd never seen Beverly surprised before. Maybe no man had, not since Marc had draped Beverly's smooth teenage legs over his shoulders and thrust his tongue into her sweet virgin pussy. No matter-she was surprised now.

"You fucked Dan's wife?"

"Yes."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Here?" She looked down at the bed.

"No, in a hotel room downtown."

"Wait...wait..." she need time to wrap her mind around it. "Tell me everything." She sat on my pelvis and arrayed her red fingernails over my nipples. "Everything."

I talked. Chapter and verse. I told her the whole story of me and Jackie and Dan, from my lust for her the first time I saw her, to that first handjob in her bathroom, to the afternoon the day before when I'd made love to her in the hotel. Beverly smiled when I told her about Mr. Johnson hunting me in the middle of the night. She had blood in her eye when I told her that Dan had used me as a decoy to distract Beverly when he broke things off with her daughter Suzie. I told her everything. And when I was done, I closed my eyes and prayed that Bev wouldn't use her nails to make sausage of me. 

I heard her let out a long, bemused breath. She climbed off me like she was dismounting a horse. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. "Cheating with Dan's wife behind his back. I have to say, I'm impressed. I underestimated you." She put on her shoes and then she actually laughed. "You ARE rather intriguing. I wonder what you'll be like in a few years, when you've had some seasoning..."

"I'll be living in a monastery."

She laughed again, a happy, honest laugh, and it did a lot to ease my mind. "I hope not. I may have to pay you another visit someday" She picked up the handcuff keys and I sighed. Freedom was just a few seconds away.

But she didn't unlock the cuffs. She put the keys in her bag and headed for the door. "Wait, wait!" I screamed. "Let me go!"

She turned and her eyes were alight with mischief. "Oh, no. No no no. You tricked me. Again. So I have to get back at you, again. I'm going to leave you here." She walked back to me and softly, gently, kissed me on the lips. "Bye, lover."

"No! Please! No one knows I'm here! Beverly, you can't just leave me here!"

She stopped in the doorway. She reached in her bag and pulled out her cell phone. "What's your home phone number?"

"What?"

"I'll leave a message at your house, for your mommy and daddy to hear. I'll tell them where to find you. Give me the number."

"No, please," I begged. 

She snapped the phone shut. "Well, I'm sure the police will find you eventually. In a day, maybe."

I shut my eyes tight. I gave her the number. She dialed it and waited...waited...then, "Hi, this is Beverly, a friend of Andy's. I just spent the last few hours having a really, really good time with him in your neighbor's bedroom. Things got a little out of hand, but if you know Andy the way I know him, that won't be a surprise. He's a bit tied up at the moment, so don't be alarmed if he isn't there when you come home. But you might want to come next door to see if he needs any help getting home. Ta-ta!"

She hung up. "Who usually gets home first, your mother or father?"

"Mom," I mumbled.

She smiled and fished her lipstick out of her bag and carefully painted her lips. Then she leaned over me and gave me a long kiss on my stomach, just above my groin. You couldn't miss the bright lip prints she left behind.

"I guess I'll have to wait to hear the story of how you explained this," she said. She walked to the door. 

"Goodbye, Beverly." I said.

She paused as she went through the door. "Goodbye...for now."

I heard footsteps move down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door. She was gone. I was alone. And all I could do was lie there and wait for an almighty amount of shit to hit the fan.

It was 9AM. Mom wouldn't get home till 5, Dad maybe six. I was handcuffed to a bed. I had to pee. It had the makings of a really shitty afternoon.

I fell asleep, exhaustion overcoming the itchy worries in my head and the burning pressure in my bladder. When Mom found me, IF she found me, the explanations would be, well, impossible. It was going to be a bad, bad scene. But that was later. For the moment I was utterly spent, in quite a number of ways. I had to rest. Sleep.

The phone on the Reid's nightstand rang. It scared the shit out of me. It rang again. I guess they hadn't gotten the line disconnected just yet. It rang again. I looked at the clock on the stand. It was only 11:45. Christ, who could it be? The Reid's answering machine clicked on, I heard Jackie's breathy voice ask the caller to leave a message, and then..."

"Andy, if you're there, pick up the phone." I knew the voice. "Dad!" I shouted, uselessly. He couldn't hear me. There was a pause, and I heard him mutter, "Jesus H. Christ...ANDY!" A pause. "I'm coming home. If that message on the machine was just bullshit..." He slammed down the phone. I almost wept, with an even mix of hope and despair.

Forty-five minutes later I heard the front door creak open. "ANDY!" a voice bellowed. 

"I'm in here!" I croaked, my throat painfully dry. I swallowed and said, "I'm in the bedroom! Dad! The bedroom!"

I heard the familiar rhythm of my father's footsteps stomping up the stairs. The expression on his face, when he appeared in the doorway and saw my lying there naked and cuffed, is not something I care to ever see again. He looked stricken, aghast, horrified. "Jesus," he said gently, "are you OK?"

"Hell yes!" I said, trying to shock him back to reality. "The keys are on the dresser, unlock these goddamn handcuffs!" He moved like an automaton, numb, grabbing the keys and sticking them in the locks. I was free, at last! I rolled on my side and got to my feet and windmilled my aching shoulders. "I'll be back in a second," I said, making a beeline to the bathroom. My father, being a guy, understood my need. It wasn't until I'd finished the most satisfying urination of my life and flushed the toilet that he gave me the look, the look I'd seen quite a few times in my life, the look that said, "I'm gonna put you over my knee and teach you a lesson."

"What...the fuck... happened?"

For the second time that morning I had to think of something to say, and failed to come up with anything better than the truth. So I talked. As I dressed, I told my dad everything. Everything. When I was done, maybe it was a trick of the light, but it seemed like my father's hair had perceptibly grayed. 

"Let's get out of here," he said. We left the Reid's house, with a stop in the basement to get the sandals I'd left behind. Back in our house, he went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. "Here," he said, unscrewing the top of a green bottle. He did the same to another and drained it in three long pulls. Then he grabbed the bottle still in my paralyzed hand and drank that one too. He told me to sit. I did.

"This stops," he said. He didn't need to explain what "this" was. 

"I know."

"No more."

"Amen."

"I'm not kidding."

"Me neither. This wasn't my idea."

He looked like he wanted to say something, thought better of it, and lifted his beer to his lips. He frowned when he realized it was empty. "You hungry?"

The question caught me off balance. "Starving."

"Let's go eat somewhere."

We went to this local bar and grill that had great hamburgers and wings and cold draft beer that my dad convinced the barmaid I was old enough to drink. We spent the day together, father and son, eating and drinking our fill and then some. It turned out that my dad had planned to leave work early and play a round of golf. He'd called to tell me that he'd be home late, decided to check the machine to see if my mother had left any messages, and heard...what he'd heard.

He told me stories about some escapades he'd had in college, goofy things he'd done. The more he drank, the more bizarre the stories got. When the waitress brought the bill I was almost relieved, afraid that my dad would tell the story of how I was conceived. I didn't want to add an exclamation point to what had already been a really, really weird day.

I drove home, my dad zoning out in the passenger seat. We got home and he crashed on the couch, to sleep off the six-pack he'd drunk at lunch. I was too wired to sleep. I went to my room and packed a few final items. I could still feel Beverly's body against me, I could still taste her pussy on my lips. I let myself enjoy the memory. I could enjoy it, now. 

My mom came home and I told her the cover story my dad and I agreed on, that he'd come home early because he was a bit under the weather. She bought it, and spent the rest of the evening babying him, making him soup and crackers. He ate it up. 

I went out to spend a last night with my buddies. They didn't ask why I was walking funny, and I didn't tell them. I didn't feel any urge to tell them the incredible story of how I'd spent the last two mornings. I liked having the secret all to myself. And my dad. And Jackie, Dan, and Beverly...enough people knew. 

It was over, it was time to say goodbye to all that wonderful madness. Time to go to school. 

EPILOGUE

I'd like to say that I went to college and, with the knowledge I'd picked up from fucking two gorgeous older women, scored with an endless line of tasty young co-eds. No such luck. I was hardly the big man on campus. Had a few dates, met some nice girls, but for the first three months of school there was no sex for Andy.

And that was OK. I studied hard, joined the school paper, played a lot of basketball....bullshit! It wasn't OK! I was going nuts. And to top it off, I fell head over heels in love with a girl my roommate Sam knew from a class. Her name was Christina, she was so lovely, a quiet, slender girl with brown hair and brown eyes and the most beautiful lips I'd ever imagined. She didn't acknowledge my existence. I was sick with love for her. 

So one Wednesday afternoon in early November I came home after filing a story for the paper to find Sam and our friend Billy playing Madden 2001. I was depressed, lovesick. 

"You guys going to dinner?" I asked, cracking open a can of Coke. 

"Yeah," Sam said, concentrating on the game. "Oh, you know some woman named Jackie Reid?" 

Most of the Coke came out my nose and dribbled down my shirt. "Jackie called?" I gasped. I hadn't spoken to her since I went to school. She did send me one e-mail, just to say hello, but I hadn't heard from her since then. 

"Guess he knows her," Billy said.

"She left a number," Sam said, "she said for you to call her tonight. Said it was important."

"Where's the number?"

"On your desk. Who is she? She's got a sexy voice."

"My parents next-door neighbor."

"Oh," he said, returning his full attention to the game. He wouldn't have said "Oh," had he actually seen Jackie, seen her big breasts and gorgeous face. But he'd never seen her.

A situation that would change, I found out. The number on my desk was the Reid's number at their old house, next-door to my parents. I called it and sure enough, Jackie answered. "Hi honey!" she said. "How are you? I miss you so much!!"

"I miss you too," I said, meaning it. "Bored with Arizona already?"

"No, the house sold, we're just finalizing things and getting a few other things out of here. Like the bedspread you and that horrible woman ruined."

My father must have told Dan. Thanks, Dad. "It wasn't my idea," I said.

"I know, honey. I'm sure you were kicking and screaming the whole time that woman was fucking you." She laughed and before I could protest she said, "Hey, the reason I'm calling, Dan and I are going to be at your school Saturday. We have tickets to the football game, and one of Dan's old customers is having a big tailgate party and you and your friends are invited. Bring as many as you like. Bring your girlfriend."

"Don't have a girlfriend."

"I can't believe that. Just bring as many people as you want. We'll have a great time."

"I'll be there, with my idiot friends in tow."

"I can't wait to see you, honey."

It was so wonderful to hear her voice again. "I can't wait to see you too."

When I told my friends about the tailgate they were enthused. I asked Sam to ask Christina to come, knowing it was a long shot, and I was delighted when Sam told me she said yes. It turned out Christina's roommate was seriously scoping my friend Billy, so they were both coming. I didn't care why, so long as she was there. 

Saturday arrived and I led a crew of 15 people to the tailgate. There were three Winnebagos parked next to each other and there must have been 100 people milling around, eating and drinking. I introduced myself to the first adult I cam across and said that I was looking for Dan Reid. "You're Dan's friend! Andy!" the guy boomed and shook my hand. "Heard all about you! Yeah, he's here, hold on! Dan!" And a few seconds later Dan appeared, huge and tan and bald as ever. My friends, male and female, looked impressed with him. He grabbed me in a bearhug and said, "Great to see you, kiddo." He let me go and looked at my friends. "Come on in! Plenty of food and beer!"

"Where's Jackie?" I asked.

"I'll find her," he said, and left us to the spread laid out for the tailgate. The food was incredible, hot sausage and chicken and pulled pork and all sorts of salads and sides. And there was beer, lots of beer, and no one said a word as we helped ourselves to big plastic cups filled to the brim. I was standing next to Christina by coincidence and Sam said, "This is very civilized, dude." He raised his glass in salute. "Kudos to you."




Mrs. Reid Ch. 6



"Yes, this is great. Thanks for inviting me," Christina said 

Those were the first words she ever said to me. I nearly fainted. 

"Whoa, piece of ass as three o'clock," my friend Pete said. And I turned and of course it was Jackie, looking ten years younger with her winter tan. She hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. "Hi gorgeous," she said.

"Hi,"

My guy friends lined up to be introduced. She shook each offered hand, and didn't say anything as my buddies stared at the big round breasts filling her tight black sweater. That's my friends for you, pure class. 

We all ate and drank for the three hours leading up to kickoff. I spent a lot of time talking to Dan with my guy friends, and to Jackie with my female friends. Everyone had a great time, especially me. I didn't get much time to talk to Jackie alone, but the few minutes I did were interesting.

"So, how many of these girls have you fucked?" she teased.

"Zero, nada."

"Poor baby, you must be ready to burst."

"Nothing you couldn't take care of in ten seconds in the trailer."

"Mmm...tempting. But I think Christina would be jealous."

For the second time that day I nearly fainted. "Wha...what?"

Jackie smiled. "I thought I saw something in your eyes when you looked at her. You like her, don't you?"

"Like, love, worship."

"Have you asked her out?"

"Asked her out? Every time I get near her I start sweating. I stutter. I'm a mess."

"Just be yourself. You'll do fine." She gave my hand a squeeze. "I know that for a fact." 

"Jackie..."

"I'll put in a good word for you. I'll tell her you eat pussy so good her eyes will roll back in her head."

"Please..."

"I'll tell her you have the yummiest cock in the world, that when you come it's so hot and thick..."

I closed my eyes and rested my hand on her shoulder. "Jackie. Trailer. Five seconds. That's all I need."

She pinched my ass. "I'm the kind of girl who needs five hours, not five seconds. Go talk to Dan. I have to find out more about this girl you like. I'm getting jealous."

I got another beer and in a few minutes heard Jackie and a few of the girls laughing and looking at me. Christina was one of the girls. Near-fainting experience, number three.

The time flew, kickoff loomed. It seemed like Jackie and the girls had become fast friends. She hugged each of them goodbye before it was my turn. "What were you all laughing about before?"

"Oh, nothing. Just told them a funny story about you."

"What story?"

"Oh, about you stealing the Wall Street Journal for me, and about the time Mr. Johnson chased you with a gun. Stuff like that."

I felt my face going green. I'd done those things on Jackie's orders, with handjobs and blowjobs my reward for doing her evil bidding. "You didn't tell them...about us?"

She laughed. "No. I just told them that you were sweet, a little crazy, and very obedient. Every woman's dream."

"Thanks a bunch."

She kissed me on the lips. "You are a dream, honey. If you like Christina, ask her on a date. It's nothing to be afraid of. She's a nice girl. You're a nice boy. Ask her out."

I promised her I would, a promise I knew I would break the second I got within five feet from her. I didn't have the courage. 

Jackie said, "Did you tell your other friends about us?"

"No. I haven't told anyone."

"Except your father."

I winced. "I didn't have any choice."

"I know," she patted my cheek. "And you didn't have any choice about telling Beverly."

"Uh, no."

Jackie shook her head. "That's the story I should have told the girls." She hugged me one last time. "I love you, honey. Take care."

I told her I loved her too. Dan walked over and I shook the hand he offered. "You've got fun friends, nice guys." He gave me a playful shove. "Go scream your head off."

I caught up to my friends halfway to the stadium. "Dan invited us to Arizona for Spring Break," Billy said. "I don't know about you, but I'm going."

"If Jackie's there, I'm there," Pete said. "Hot. Totally hot. So hot it's sick."

"She's old enough to be your mother!" my friend Denise said.

"So what? Like you weren't flirting with Dan."

"That's different!"

"How?"

I tuned them out. I made my way over to Christina's side. "Did you have a good time?" I asked. 

"Yes. The food was great."

"Yeah." I tried to think of something to say. Nothing came to mind. So I said what was on my mind. "It was good to see Dan and Jackie again. I miss them a lot."

She smiled at me. "Jackie said she misses you too." She kept smiling. I smiled back. I wasn't paying attention and I walked into a NO PARKING sign. That's me, Mr. Suave. 

After the game, a big win for our team, me and the guys were back in our suite, drinking a few celebratory beers and shooting the shit. 

"So," Sam asked, "How many times did you fuck Jackie?"

He was joking. But I was drunk. Very drunk. Very drunk and very happy. Christina had smiled at me, which meant we were practically engaged. So I said, "Just once."

He laughed. "Lies."

"We did it in a hotel room. Before then she just gave me handjobs and blowjobs."

"Sure," Pete said. "You had sex with that fucking goddess."

"I did. I can tell you what her nipples look like. What her pussy tastes like. What she sounds like when she comes."

"I can too. Her nipples look like big pink pencil erasers, her pussy tastes good, and when she comes she goes, 'OH, PETE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR GIANT DICK, OH, YOU'RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN ANDY!' HIS DICK IS LIKE A TOOTHPICK!"

Then I told them about Beverly. You would have thought I was telling them about the time I saw the Loch Ness Monster. It was no use. I was a little bit upset that they didn't believe I'd had sex with Jackie and Beverly. But, come on. I could hardly believe it myself.

The weeks went by. I slowly started building what could be called a friendship with Christina. She had to write a paper for a class and, after learning that I was a writer for the paper, asked if I could edit it. I did, made some changes, and she got an A. For that I got a smile and a thank you, and my heart sang with joy.

Then came the night I'll never forget. It was a Saturday, I had a big paper due and I decided to stay in and get it done. It was just after nine, I was typing away, almost done, and there was a knock at the door. I figured it was one of the guys on the floor looking for a beer or something. 

I opened the door-and it was Christina. "Hi, I heard you were staying in tonight." I let her in. "I have another paper due, I was wondering if you could look it over sometime this week."

We were alone in my room. Alone. Me and her. My head swam. I took the disk her paper was on and I said, "Sure, I'm almost done. I'll do it right now."

"It isn't due until Wednesday..."

"It's no problem."

Her paper was only eight pages and it took me twenty minutes. She had a Coke and watched the news. "Done," I said. "It was good. Not much needed changed."

"Thanks," she said when I handed her the disk. Now what to I do? I wanted to kiss her so bad I wanted to bash my head off the desk. 

And I got mad. At myself. What was I going to do, pine for this girl for four years and then confess my love for her at graduation? Maybe she'd come over hoping I would do something. Maybe she liked me. It was time to find out and get this over with. "You have any plans for tonight?"

"No, not really."

"Wanna hit the coffee shop, maybe go for a walk? It's a nice night."

"Um...sure."

We both got double mochachinos and strolled around campus. We mostly talked about our friends and their messy love lives, which both of us found amusing. I'd just finished a story about a horrible date Pete had with a discus thrower on the women's track team and when she stopped laughing she asked, "Why don't you date much?"

I controlled my face. "After what happened to Pete I might never go on a date again!" But she didn't laugh, so I said, "It's hard for me, to, you know, ask girls out sometimes."

"Uh huh." We kept walking. I said. "You don't date much either."

"Well, I have an excuse. I have a boyfriend back home."

My heart sank. "I didn't know that."

"I don't talk about him much. Things haven't been going too good lately."

My heart soared. "It's hard, the long-distance thing."

"Especially when he's a jerk."

"That would complicate things." We were in the center of campus now, we passed a few extremely studious people along the way. But now we were alone. "You shouldn't have to settle for someone you're not happy with. Not you." I looked at her with serious intent in my eyes. She looked right back at me. We kept walking. She didn't say anything. It was like she was waiting for something. Waiting for me, to speak.. 

We were walking down a heavily wooded path between two big classroom buildings. The moon broke free from the clouds, the branches were limned with an ethereal blue light. It was breathtakingly beautiful. There would never be a better moment to say what I wanted to say. 

"You know, don't you?" I said.

"Know what?"

"That I," deep breath, swallow, "that I like you."

She stopped. It was so dark it was hard to see her face. "Yes, I know you like me."

"I mean, I like you a lot. More than just, you know, regular like." Regular like. Jesus Christ. 

"Yes, I know you like me a lot."

"Good."

"Sam told me. And Pete. And Denise and Patti and Jackie..."

"Jackie? You mean, Jackie my next door neighbor, Jackie from the tailgate?

"I told her about the problems I was having with my boyfriend. She told me to dump him. And she told me that I couldn't find a better guy to be with than you. She told me she could tell that you liked me. Not that I hadn't noticed before. It was pretty obvious."

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about."

Her tone was neutral. She wasn't kidding with me, she wasn't distressed. I didn't have a clue about what she was thinking. "So...now that you've heard it from me...what do you think?"

"I don't know." That wasn't what I wanted to hear. "I have a boyfriend. I've been dating him for four years. I hardly know you. It took you three months to tell me you like me. I'm not sure what to think."

"Oh," I said. I couldn't think of anything to say. She hadn't said she wasn't interested, but she hadn't said she liked me too. My planned remarks ended after, "I like you." Now she was calling the shots. And they were all aimed at my heart. 

Then she said, "But you are...intriguing."

I'm probably the most boring guy in the Western Hemisphere, yet two beautiful and totally opposite women both thought I was intriguing. That gave me courage. It moved me to action. I stepped close to her, just a few inches away, and looked into her eyes. I waited several seconds, giving her a chance to step back, and when she didn't I reached out and took her hands in mine. Again I gave her time to pull away. She didn't. I looked down into her dark eyes, waiting, and when I leaned down she didn't pull away. She closed her eyes. So did I. We kissed for maybe ten seconds, I pulled back, she looked up and me, and we kissed again. After a minute I stepped back and let her hands go and I said, "I'll walk you home now."

She said, "OK."

When I got back to my room I sat down and didn't move for two hours. I was still tingling all over. I could still taste her, feel the softness of her lips on mine. Sam came home drunk and sleepy. "You do anything exciting?" he asked as he crawled into bed.

"Nah. Caught up on some work."

"Good night," he said.

Yes, it was a good night.

On Sunday I went to church with Sam and Pete, and we met up with Denise and Patti. "Where's Christina?" Sam asked, and I was glad he'd asked because I desperately wanted to know.

"Ooh, bad scene," Denise said. "She got up this morning, called her boyfriend, told him it was over."

"She has a boyfriend?" Pete asked.

"Yeah, back home. He's an ass. She's been thinking about breaking it off, but I guess she finally got fed up and today was the day. It sounded like he was pretty pissed off, and it sounded like she didn't care. But she wasn't done when we had to leave to come here, so she'll probably show up for breakfast."

After Mass we walked through campus to the girls' dining hall for breakfast. "What's wrong with you?" Pete asked me. "You had this idiotic grin on your face the whole service. The priest is talking about the eternal damnation of the wicked and you're grinning like you just hit the lottery."

"Nothing, nothing," I chirped. "Just in a good mood. Great mood. I'm in a great mood."

"Jackass."

We went through the line, loaded up, and walked into the dining hall. In a room filled with a hundred tables I instantly spotted the one she was sitting at, in the back left corner. It was a round table, with six seats. I was last in line as we walked over to her, and everyone took a seat. There were two left. One was across from Christina, one was next to her.

"Sit here," she said, patting the chair to her left. 

I thought my face might split, I was smiling so hard.

After breakfast I walked her back to her room. Her roommate was out. She locked the door. "I dumped my boyfriend."

"I heard. I'm sorry."

She smiled. "No you're not. And neither am I." We sat down on the bed. "Kiss me again. I think I liked it last night, but I want to make sure."

We spent the rest of the morning making sure. We made damn sure.

That was November. For the final six weeks of the semester I spent as much time as possible with Christina, and it was never enough. We weren't having sex and I didn't mind. It was heaven just to be near her, to have her smile at me, to kiss her. I could wait for sex. Not that I wasn't thinking about it 24 hours a day. I wanted to have sex with her, badly. But for those six weeks I was happy to wait. 

Finals week arrived. It was no sweat for me-four of my five classes didn't have finals, just papers or projects. And the one final I did have I knew I'd ace. Christina had three finals, so I knew she would need time to study. And that sucked, because I was going home Monday night, after my one final.

"I'm going to be busy all day Sunday and Monday," she said, "so why don't we spend Saturday night together?"

"Sounds great."

There was something strange about her, she was nervous. "I want to give you your Christmas present then."

"Oh, great."

"Do you want to know where I got it?" she said, in a tone that told me that I'd better ask.

"Um...Toys 'R Us?"

She kissed my nose. "Victoria's Secret."

I got the butterflies. "You mean, tomorrow night, you want to, um..."

"Yes, tomorrow I want to "um". I'll have your present and a bottle of wine, and you bring, you know..."

"My mink glove? Soy sauce? Camcorder?"

"Protection. Condoms."

Of course. I went straight from her room to the local convenience store and bought four different varieties. I spent Friday night bouncing off the walls, I was so excited, so anxious for the time to pass, that I drove my cramming friends nuts. 

Saturday was no better. "Jesus Christ, go for a walk for something," Sam barked. "I'm trying to get some work done, and you sitting around waiting to get laid is pissing me off."

"Fine," I said petulantly, and went. It was a nice day for a walk. I took my time, savoring the anticipation, wondering what clingy, lacy item Christina had waiting for me. I couldn't wait, but I had to.

I headed home after an hour, figuring that was enough time for Sam to cool off. I also needed to pick up the brown paper bag filled with condoms that was sitting on my desk. I walked up the two flights of stairs and opened the door-and was confronted by Sam, sitting in the hallway, a weird, frightened look on his face.

"What's wrong? Find a spider under your bed?" 

He leapt up when he saw me and took three quick steps. "Dude," he whispered, "I was studying, I heard a knock on the door, I open it and there's this woman, this gorgeous woman, standing there in a fur coat. She asked if you lived there. I said yes, she walks right past me and sits on your bed. She asked when you'd be back. I told her it would be soon, and..." he shook his head, like he couldn't believe it, "she took off her coat, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Nothing. And then...then she handcuffed herself to your bed. The headboard." He was shaking his head. "I didn't know what to do. Call the cops? Get a camera?"

"This woman? She's gorgeous?"

"Yeah, incredible."

"Dark hair, blue eyes, perfect breasts, long fingernails?"

He goggled at me. "Jesus Christ, this is the woman you told us about? The one you said handcuffed you to the bed? That was REAL?"

"Uh-huh." I walked to the door. "If I'm not out in five minutes, call the cops. Call the Marines. Call a priest."

I opened the door and walked to my bedroom and, sure enough, there was Beverly, lying on my bed, her long legs stretched out, her wrists bound by two pair of handcuffs to my headboard. "Hey, lover," she said.

"Well, when you left me you did say 'Goodbye for now'. What's a bad girl like you doing in a place like this?"

She rubbed her thighs together. She looked fucking incredible. "You. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to fuck you again. I wanted to teach you a few new tricks."

I smiled at her. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

She spread her legs. "Shouldn't I be?'

"No."

"No?" she barked.

"No. I have a date. With my girlfriend. Who I love. So," I said, pocketing the handcuff keys that were on my desk, "I hate to cut this reunion short, but I'm running late." I grabbed the condoms. "Ta-ta!"

She started screaming at me, screaming, one of her patented torrents of curse words and epithets. Sam was standing guard outside the door. "Let her yell for awhile, then uncuff one of her wrists and give her the other key. Tell her she has a minute to get out or you're calling the cops. Don't get close to her, she knows how to use those fingernails, believe me."

"So you said."

"Right. Sorry she messed up your studying."

"Hey, no problem. A pretty wild interruption."

"Yeah. Wild is right. Later."

"Hey, good luck tonight. You dog." He grinned at me.

"Woof! I say, woof!"

The next morning...the next morning my brain wasn't working too well. I couldn't stop thinking about the night before. Christina, how she looked, what we said to each other, what we did together. I'd had sex with Mrs. Reid. Beverly had fucked me. But Christina and I did something very different together, and it was good. Very, very good. Leaving her was torture. But I had the memories of the night before, and the promise of many more nights like that to come. I was perfectly happy.

I walked down the hall to my room. The door was still on the hinges, so things hadn't gotten too crazy with Beverly. I used my key and opened the door. The place looked fine. "Sam?" I called.

"I'm still in bed," he called, and I walked to his bedroom. His arms were folded behind his head, the covers drawn up to his chin, his head resting on a pillow. "So how was your night?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Good. Yours?"

He was grinning from ear to ear. "Fucking spectacular You know, she wasn't as bad or as crazy as you made her out to be."

I eyed him. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you, but first," he raised his hands up, from behind the pillow. He was fucking handcuffed to the bed, "can you get me out of these things? I have to pee."

"Jesus Christ! You've been like that all night?"

"Yeaaaahhh," he said. 

I grabbed the keys and with trembling fingers undid the cuffs. "Man, that feels good," he said. He threw the covers off him, and I gasped. Sam's entire body-chest, legs, groin, ass-were criss-crossed with bloody lines. Beverly's usual markings. 

"Are you all right?" I said, worried he might faint from blood loss.




Mrs. Reid Ch. 6



"Fuckin' A, man." He stood and shook out his arms. He grinned again. "I had me a REALLY good time last night. Let me take a leak and I'll tell you all about it."

"Take your time," I said. I didn't add, "I already know how it goes."

He stood and left to take care of business. "Sorry I didn't believe you before."

"Who would have? Go pee."

He left. I poured a glass of orange juice and sat there, soaking up the peace and quiet. I had a feeling that the craziness that had marked my life since that summer day when Mrs. Reid cornered me in her bathroom and masturbated me had come to an end. And that was all right. Maybe someday I would crave that kind of insane excitement again, but I doubted it. I liked the quiet. I loved Christina. I was happy.

I raised my glass and made a toast. "To Jackie. To Beverly. And to me, for surviving them both." I drained my glass, set it on my desk, and waited for my friend to return and regale me with his sordid, thrilling tale.