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Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 1st Photo

By: beware



Rodwell Cochran sat in his car enjoying the giddy churning in the pit of his stomach and the pleasant anxiety of anticipation. He was waiting for Mrs. Sutton - Toni Sutton.

"High noon, Mrs. Sutton," he had told her. "We meet at high noon. I'll be parked near the south entrance of the Edgewood Mall. And don't be late, 'cause . . .well, you don't want to be late."

The thought of Mrs. Sutton parking her Jaguar in the north lot and walking through Carrington's Carriage Trade to meet him brought on an additional excitement. He looked at his watch. Almost Miller time, Mrs. Sutton, he smiled to himself. He thought about the picture in his glove compartment. He had gazed at it dozens of times. It was a photo of Mrs. Sutton having sex with his friend Timmy Griffin.

Rod once again poured over the day he had taken the Suttons up on their offer to use their pool. The Suttons and the Cochrans were social friends, both families belonging to the Chesterfield Country Club. Charles Sutton was an executive with Essential Insurance and Stacey Cochran was a partner in Cochran, Coleridge and Callahan, which represented Essential.

Rod had cut through several spacious yards to reach the rear of the imposing Sutton home. As he approached the back of the bath house, he heard the muffled sounds of heavy breathing. He dropped his bathing gear, went to his knees and crawled under the side window. He slowly raised his head and then sucked in his breath at what he saw. Timmy Griffin was taking Mrs. Sutton from the rear, thrusting his skinny body against her as if he had no control. Mrs. Sutton's head was thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes unnaturally bright, her mouth stretched in a grimace of pleasure.

"Oh, yes, Timmy," she breathed. "Just like that. Do me just like that!"

Rod must have willed the cell phone out of his pocket. It was suddenly in his clammy, shaking hands. Without thinking, he took a picture and then ducked below the window. He heard Timmy cry out, almost hysterically. "I can't hold it, Mrs. Sutton. I gotta come!"

Rod got up on his knees again just at the moment Mrs. Sutton slid away from Timmy. He saw her grab Timmy's cock and squeeze it slightly to stop his ejaculation. Rod took another picture and stayed at the window. They were so engrossed in each other that he knew he would not be discovered.

Timmy was whining now. "Please let me come, Mrs. Sutton. I gotta come now."

She released him and sank to her knees just when Timmy cried,"Oh, shit!" Timmy's thick, sticky juices suddenly appeared all over Mrs. Sutton: on her face, in her hair, on her lips and chin. Rod took a last picture. The image of Mrs. Sutton on her knees before Timmy covered in his cum seemed to sear itself behind his eyes. He pushed himself away from the side of the bath house thinking that he couldn't watch anymore of that nerd enjoying himself with the woman he himself loved and wanted.

He staggered rather than ran from there. His head seemed to be engulfed in invisible flames and he hardly had control of his breathing. Suddenly he was in his own house and he heard his mother say,"You're home early, Rodwell. And you're so out of breath. Have you been running?"

She was in the kitchen. She always seemed to be in the kitchen. Rod smelled a vague sweetness as he forced himself back to coherency.

"Yeah, Mom, I needed the exercise. No one was home at the Suttons and I felt kinda funny using their pool with nobody around."

"That was very thoughtful of you, Rodwell. I'm baking your favorite cookies. They should be ready in about fifteen minutes. I'll call you."

He was half-way up the steps to his room when he said over his shoulder, "Sounds good, Mom. I'll be right down." Rod closed the door and fell head first onto his bed. He threw himself on his back and clasped his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for some minutes. "I gotta think this whole thing out," he said aloud.

Mrs. Sutton and Timmy Griffin. The thought of them together in the bath house stabbed him in the stomach. He thought of pulling out his cell phone and check the images of the pictures he had just taken. But he couldn't, not yet. He was hurt and, yes, angry that Mrs. Sutton had chosen Timmy as her lover. Hell, he was the same age as Timmy, twenty-one, and he was certainly better looking. She must have made a play for him. Maybe he had something that older women liked. But so what, he thought, Mrs. Sutton had plenty of opportunities to make a play for me. He thought over all the get-togethers at the Suttons and the Cochrans, the parties at the club, the many times she was in the bakery where he worked. He had cut her grass a few times last summer while she was out at the pool in a bikini. Why not me? he thought.

Rod's thoughts turned darker. I'm going to make something happen between Mrs. Sutton and me, he reflected; if she can fuck Timmy, she can fuck me; and I've got those photos. Hell, Timmy can't even get a date at college. It shouldn't be too difficult to cut in on wimpy Timmy Griffin. He had it worked out by the time his mother called from downstairs. Yeah, he thought as he headed for the kitchen, the cookies are definitely ready.

Rod shook himself out of his revery and started to drum his fingers on the steering wheel. Where in the hell was she? Was she going to stand him up and dare him to use those pictures against her? She had sounded outraged over the phone and had given no indication that she intended to give in to his demands. Yeah, I'm some kind of blackmailer, all right, he thought with a twinge of guilt.

And then, suddenly, there she was, coming through a set of big double glass doors. She was dressed as he had specified: a conservative light pink suit with a white blouse and sling-back opened toed three inch high heels. She looked over the lot, spotted his car and walked toward it.

Rod couldn't take his eyes off Mrs. Sutton. He had always liked the way she walked, especially in high heels. She had on dark glasses and wore her blonder- than- blond hair down her shoulders. Her hair was thick and swayed seductively, he thought, as she approached the car. And, he noted, there was something in her walk, something that displayed just a hint of defiance. Oh, well, he thought, you didn't expect this was going to be easy, did you? He soon heard the click of her heels and he felt his heart begin to beat in tempo with her stride.

Rod took a deep breath thinking: Here we go; it's really happening! Mrs. Sutton practically ripped the door open and threw herself into the car. Below the dark glasses, her features were tense with anger. "I hope you're happy, you bastard, ruining my life. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Rod wanted to laugh. Mrs. Sutton sounded just like his mother.

"I'll be ashamed later. Right now I want to enjoy the day with you, Mrs. Sutton. So good afternoon, Mrs. Sutton."

"Let's get the hell out of here before somebody spots me with you."

Rod pulled away and went west toward the highway. He didn't speed. Take your time, he told himself, no hurry. Mrs. Sutton sat ramrod straight, clutching a small purse, which, Rod noted, was the same shade of pink as her suit. Her breathing was even and rapid. She looked straight ahead and did not speak for several miles. Her breathing gradually slowed. Then, without turning toward him, she said,"Why are you doing this to me?"

Rod allowed about ten seconds to go by. "Well, this is going to sound corny as hell, but I love you.

I've loved you for years. You might not think it's real love, just some kind of infatuation. But there it is. I love you. I thought I'd never have the courage to tell you until today."

"That's absurd. And even if you think you love me, that doesn't give you the right to do what you're doing to me. There are other ways to get my attention."

"How did Timmy Griffin get your attention?"

Mrs. Sutton quickly turned and faced him. "Let's leave Timmy out of this. He's a good, decent kid.

Not like you."

"All right, Mrs. Sutton. Until I saw you with Timmy, I didn't think I had a snowball's chance in hell of having an affair with you. So I decided to give you a little inducement."

"Inducement, hell! It's blackmail. You're a goddamned blackmailer." Her words stung him. For a moment he thought of turning around and letting her go. He took another deep breath and then said,"Call it anything you want. But I've got the pictures and I'm going to use them exactly as I said I would over the phone. Unless, of course, you . . ."

"I'm sure you would. You're a bastard. If Charlie ever saw those pictures, he'd send me right back to where he found me. And I'm not going back there."

Rod thought it best not to ask Mrs. Sutton what she meant. He did not want the feelings he had for her spoiled by knowledge of a possible unsavory past.

"I'm only going through with this to get my hands on those goddamned pictures. When do I get the pictures? How long is this humiliation going to last?"

Rod glanced over at her. "Is that what you feel right now? Humiliation?"

"What else would I be feeling? Love? Desire? Passion? You think I really want to have sex with a creep like you, a guy who's blackmailing me over a small indiscretion?"

"Timmy would love to hear that he's a small indiscretion." "Is that why you're doing this to me? To get revenge on Timmy because I chose to be with him and not you? Is that what this is all about?"

Rod winched inside. Mrs. Sutton was hitting close to home.

"What if it is? Would that make a difference to you?"

"As far as I'm concerned, revenge is just as bad as blackmail. Speaking of which, how do I know you have the pictures? In fact, how do I know there are pictures? When do I see them?"

"The first one's in the glove compartment. It's locked, but you'll get it later this afternoon."

"Only one?"

"One at a time. That was our agreement."

"I didn't agree to anything."

"One photo today. One at our next meeting. Then the last picture. That's when I'll hand over the cell phone and you can smash it to smithereens. We'll be the only ones who ever see the pictures."

"You really want your pound of flesh, don't you?"

"No, just the flesh you shared with Timmy."

"Oh, go to hell!"

Mrs. Sutton was on the verge of tears. She took out a tissue, removed the dark glasses and dabbed at her eyes and nose. Rod glanced her way and, in an attempt to lighten the situation, said,"I suppose I should tell you how beautiful you are when you cry."

"And I suppose I should be flattered. Pardon me, but compliments coming from you sound like bullshit. You probably enjoy making me cry."

"I expected you to be angry, at least, at first. But I never wanted to make you cry."

They rode in silence for a few miles. The initial excitement Rod had felt when meeting Mrs. Sutton was wearing off. He wanted to think alone and forget that she was sitting right next to him. What the hell am I doing? he asked himself, what am I doing to her? What am I doing to myself? Rod turned on the radio to an oldies station. It was playing " Light My Fire." Mrs. Sutton promptly turned it off. She asked, "Why did you want me to dress like this?"

"I know you do a lot of charity work and you often go to meetings in a suit. So, if any of your friends saw you today at the mall, they would think you had just come from a meeting or on your way to one. Besides, I think you're terribly sexy in a suit. You're one of a few women I know who really looks sexy dressed like that."

"Is all that true? That you think you're in love with me, that I'm sexy to you?"

"Oh, yes. Maybe you don't know the effect you have on men. I think most guys would find you sexy and desirable."

"Not my husband. Not Charlie."

"Sorry to hear that. But that's all the more reason you should enjoy being with a guy who really appreciates you."

He thought his words brought a softening to her face, blurring the tense lines around her mouth. A faint smile appeared and stayed for a few seconds. She pulled down the mirror on the vizor and looked at herself, seeming to be satisfied with what she saw.

"Don't worry," Rod smiled, "You're still beautiful, Mrs. Sutton."

She gave him a broader smile. "Thank heavens. I would hate to be kidnapped without my make-up being perfect."

Rod laughed. "Suppose I did kidnap you. How much do you think your husband would pay?"

"Charlie? I'm not sure he would pay anything. He'd probably send you a thank-you note."

"Charles Sutton apparently doesn't know what he has."

Mrs. Sutton didn't respond, but became interested in the passing traffic for a mile or so. She seemed to relax, he thought. She was no longer gripping the purse, but laid it down between them. She glanced over at Rod and said,"I know I'm not being kidnapped, but I'd like to know where you're taking me. Or is that part of a secret plan you have?" "No secrets. We're going to my dad's fishing cabin. On Barrow Lake. It's not far, but far enough where we won't be bothered. The turn-off's in a few miles."

"I don't know what I was thinking when I got in your car. You could be taking me anywhere and do anything to me."

"Nothing's bad is going to happen to you, Mrs. Sutton. You enjoyed being with Timmy. You might even enjoy being with me. I might grow on you."

"You mean like poison ivy?"

The turn-off became a narrow road, shaded with thick trees. There were no other vehicles and no farm houses. No one was around. It was as quiet as a day-dream. It's my day-dream, Rod thought, and it's becoming more and more real. He looked over at Mrs. Sutton. She was evidently not sharing his day-dream. She was rigid in her seat, looking around with eyes wide with concern.

"It's so secluded," she said.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Mrs. Sutton. Believe me. I'm not the creep you think I am."

"I guess I know that. I only called you those names because . . . well, because I was angry that you were blackmailing me into this. I'm still angry. But there's nothing I can do about it. Those pictures would ruin my marriage, which, if you want to know the truth, is pretty much on the rocks anyway. But the end of the marriage would be the end of me. I'd have no place to go. I'm not who you think I am. And at least you're not after money. You only want me. So I know you're not going to hurt me, Rod. I'm just not used to all this country."

Rod took the shady road at a slow speed.. It was pleasant under the trees. After a while he took a hard left and in about a hundred yards the cabin and the lake came into view.

"You can't be serious. This place is a dump."

"We're not moving in, Mrs. Sutton."

Rod turned off the engine and took Mrs. Sutton in his arms. Her body was hard with resistance, but he gradually felt her lips soften under his. She eased herself slowly into the seat and rested her head on its back. He felt her lips open a little, inviting his tongue to hers. Her arms came around his neck and then her hand was in his hair. At last, he thought, at last. Though he was hard and ready for intercourse, it was enough at the moment to feel the thrill of having her in his arms, responding to his kiss. He wanted the kiss to go on and on, but she suddenly took her lips from his.

"Is this what you wanted, Rod?" she whispered.

"This is more than I wanted. Because it's real. C'mon."

They got out and Rod put his arm around Mrs. Sutton to steady her in her high heels on the uneven ground. Inside it smelled stale and musty. He went around and opened the few windows.

"I can't believe you want to have sex in this place," she said, nodding to the bed which held a bare mattress.

"We can pretend it's a sleazy motel room."

"That won't take much pretending. Well, let's get this over with. Where's the bathroom? I hope it's not an outhouse."

Rod motioned to a door off the kitchen area.

"It's probably not real clean," he cautioned.

"I won't be taking a bath."

She was gone for what seemed like a long time. He sat on the edge of the mattress, still feeling the warmth of her lips and the memory of her body under his. He got up and moved to a window. Barrow Lake was deep blue, dotted with jagged specks of sun. They dazzled him for a few seconds and took the edge off his anticipation. He went to a rickety set of dresser drawers and took out what he thought was a reasonably clean sheet. He pulled it tight across the mattress and tucked it in the corners. He took more time at the task than he would have with his own bed.

Then he sat on one corner and thought: What do I do now? He seemed to have won Mrs. Sutton over to the idea of having sex with him, even if under duress. But suppose she resisted. He knew he was not emotionally prepared to use force on her. In his fantasies Mrs. Sutton always gave herself fully to him and encouraged his ardor for her. But this was no fantasy now.

He looked down at himself. He was no longer hard as he had been in the car. What if I can't get it up?he asked himself almost in horror. Jesus, wouldn't she have a good laugh at that? How could he think such thoughts? After all, Timmy could keep it up. And he was no wimp like Timmy, was he? Mrs. Sutton came back in the room. For a few frozen seconds all he could do was look at her, taking in every detail: her painted toes; her smooth hips and legs outlined by her tight skirt; her breasts softly accented by her silky blouse; her almost white blond hair caressing her face and disappearing behind her strong neck and shoulders.

"My god," he breathed. "You're beautiful."

Her eyes brightened with warmth. "No one's told me that in years. You're are a dear boy, Rod."

He had to go to her. He brought her into his arms not too gently and kissed her hard. At first she resisted with her arms against his chest. Then her arms circled his neck and she leaned her hips into his. Rod felt himself harden with the impact of her body. Their kiss lasted as long as Rod wanted.

"Do me a favor, Mrs. Sutton. Please don't call me 'dear boy'."

She brought his face close to hers. "I'm sorry. That was a slip. You're certainly not a boy, and I'm certainly not a girl anymore. And we're both old enough to know what we're doing. I know you want me and I guess I want you right now. You think you're in love with me, but the way I feel about myself I don't deserve your love. Maybe I don't deserve any man's love, even Charlie's, if he does love me at all. So let's be together today and then go our separate ways. And please, no more blackmail."

"I'm making no promises. Well, just one. I promise I won't hurt you, or your reputation as long as you keep on seeing me when I want."

Rod saw relief in Mrs. Sutton's eyes, or maybe it was resignation. He drew her to him again and just held her, feeling her warmth, his excitement mounting. Finally he whispered,"Turn around, Mrs. Sutton."

"I won't call you 'dear boy' if you'll stop calling me 'Mrs. Sutton'."

Rod said "It's a deal." He slid her jacket from her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. He drew back her hair and pressed his lips to her neck, closing his eyes and bringing his hardness against her . His hands went to her breasts, then down her body, over her hips and thighs. He was nervous and clumsy Then he felt her hand across his cheek and neck, and then in his hair, kneading its thickness. He was at ease with himself then, feeling he could now control the fires burning inside him.

Rod placed his hands on Mrs. Sutton's ass, caressing her firm cheeks through the tight fabric. His fingers gripped and squeezed the bottom contour where her ass jutted out ever so slightly. Mrs. Sutton turned her head.

"This is nice, Rod, but what are you doing?"

"Exploring you."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I undressed?"

"I want to feel you through your clothes first."

"All right. I like it. Keep doing it."

After a while he brought his hands up and he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Mrs. Sutton took his hands in hers.


Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 1st Photo



"Let me," she said.

"No. I want to undress you myself. I've been doing this in my mind for years."

"Yes, Rod."

And then Mrs. Sutton's breasts were in his hands and he massaged them gently with tiny rotating movements. Her head collapsed on his shoulder and she whispered his name. The heavy aroma of her hair and the press of her body to his brought more exhilaration and desire in Rod than he had ever imagined. He buried his face in her hair and neck and kissed her again and again. And then, because he could not help himself, he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered,"Mrs. Sutton -- Toni- I love you, I love you."

Mrs. Sutton's hand moved behind her and she gripped his hardness. Rod was certain that he had never been this hard before. He could feel its throb in his head. He heard her say in a barely audible voice,"Please, Rod. Undress me now."

He unzipped her skirt, and kneeling behind her, brought it to her feet. She stepped out of it and shook her arms free of the blouse. Mrs. Sutton was then only wearing bra, garter belt and stockings and high heels. As if reading his mind, she said,"I took my panties off in the bathroom. Is that what you wanted?"

He rose, flinging the garments to the bed. He was so excited now he couldn't unclasp her bra.

Mrs. Sutton's hands came up behind her and she deftly undid it. She turned and said,"You do it."

He brought the straps of the garment slowly down her arms, exposing her breasts to him. He almost stopped breathing. Here she is, he thought, just as I imagined; I've made it all come true.

"Now let me do you," she said pulling his golf shirt up over his head. She knelt before him and loosened his belt. As she brought his jeans and briefs to the floor, Rod's cock came forward and touched Mrs. Sutton's face. With her eyes on his, she stroked his cock several times and gently kissed its swollen head. Rod thought he would explode.

He quickly pulled Mrs. Sutton to her feet and began to fondle her breasts gently and then not so gently. He brought his mouth to each breast and sucked. He sucked each breast deep into his mouth. Mrs. Sutton's nipples were hard little nuts and he swirled his tongue around them. With eyes closed, Mrs. Sutton threw her head back and only said,"Yes." Then Rod felt her hands on his hips drawing his fully erect cock to her. She took his cock and massaged her pussy lips with its engorged head, mixing her moisture with his.

With one hand he forced her mouth hard on his and shot his tongue deep into her mouth. Mrs. Sutton clung to his neck to press his mouth even harder. She thrust her hips forward as if to capture his cock into her pussy. Suddenly Rod pulled away and put his arm under her knees and lifted her to his chest with no effort.

He placed her carefully on the bed. He parted her legs and knelt between them at the end of the bed. His hands went under her upper legs and he lifted her just slightly, kissing her inner thighs over and over. He began with light kisses. Then he sucked her wherever he kissed, making little sounds and leaving little red tracks. He pulled her closer and ran his tongue around the edges of her pussy. He smelled the heady flavor of her love juices which seemed to urge him on. He was going by instinct now, going wherever his desires led him.

Mrs. Sutton's lips were stretched tightly, revealing clinched teeth. She thrust her head back as if she were trying to stretch herself beyond her fullest extent to allow Rod further access to her lower body.

Her hips undulated slowly and then with a more forceful motion which took her deeper into the creaking bed and mattress. And she was making sounds, an indistinct chant which sounded to Rod like "god-god-oh-god." Then he realized she was chanting his name. She's mine, totally mine, he thought, but Mrs. Sutton seemed to be far away in her own world of pleasure. .

Rod slipped his hands under her ass- cheeks and ran his tongue through the fine, light-colored hair around her pussy. Shortly he pressed his mouth over her wet love-hole and inserted his tongue into her inner darkness. He placed long, lingering kisses up and down her pussy, finding the salty, musty, slightly bitter taste not unpleasant. He gently used his teeth along her pussy lips. Then his tongue found her clit and lathered it with saliva.

A barely audible rumble began in Mrs. Sutton's throat. Rod raised his eyes and watched her lips move silently. Finally she uttered three words, slowly and precisely in a voice he hardly recognized.

"Rod -- Please -- Now."

He felt Mrs. Sutton's nails claw up his back, urging him up onto the mattress. He rose from the floor and mounted her, feeling her soft warm hand direct his cock into her pussy. Then her hands were on his ass and her nails were digging into his butt muscles compelling him to force his cock even further into her body. His cock began to feel like a live thing separate from himself. Inside her warm, moist cunt, his cock seemed to grow in size, grow harder and longer. He began fucking Mrs. Sutton with swift, forceful strokes.

"No, Rod," she whispered. "Do me slowly. Make this last for both of us." He raised himself on his hands and slowed his action. With each stroke he pulled his cock to the very edge of her pussy lips, and then slowly guided it back into her lovely warm, wet passage, locking his hips with hers for a moment of deeper penetration.

"That's it. Oh, Rod, this is unbelievably beautiful."

Her breath was soft and even and it fell gently on his face. He made his strokes in tempo with her breathing. He was not concerned that he would come too soon, yet he felt the fires within him burning vigorously. He felt as though he could stroke Mrs. Sutton indefinitely and give them both pleasure for hours. He said her name again and again, but he did not hear himself.

Then he became aware that her fingers were pricking his ass with urgency. Now it was Mrs. Sutton who increased the tempo and intensity of Rod's strokes. It was she who was controlling Rod, forcing his hips into a rapid movement which for him was completely involuntary. She jerked her head forward and bit hard into his shoulder. Rod wanted to cry out, but he couldn't make a sound. She dug her high heels into the mattress and he heard the sheet ripping. Then Mrs. Sutton was screaming.

"YES! YES! I'M THERE -- OH, GOD, I'M THERE!"

She shuddered under him as if connected to electricity. Her hands became fists, pounding his back.

For a few long moments, Mrs. Sutton was in the throes of an unintelligible ecstasy, something unimaginatively beautiful and undeniably powerful -- something he had unleashed.

When it was over, Mrs. Sutton began to cry. He wanted to believe that she cried because of the passion she had expended for him. But the thought nagged him that maybe she was crying because of the humiliation he was causing her. Though his passion had yet to be spent, Rod lay next to her and took her still shuddering body in his arms. He rocked her gently until her sobbing subsided.

She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. Her eyes, which had become hard and bright, took on a glowing warmth . She kissed him so tenderly, he could hardly feel it. She stroked his back and neck. He thought, maybe this is just as overwhelming for her as it is for me. That's why she cried.

"My sweet lover. You called me Toni. I heard you call my name over and over.".

Rod smiled. "You were the only thing on my mind."

"I'm afraid you caused me to lose mine for a little while. And you probably ruined my makeup."

"It's okay. I think it was for a worthy cause."

Mrs. Sutton smiled. She looked down and placed her hand on his still hard cock. "You didn't, did you?"

"No, not yet."

"Oh, my sweet lover. I want you again. I'll do everything."

Rod wasn't sure he wanted to be called "sweet lover", but his irritation turned to desire when Mrs. Sutton began to undulate her hips again. She pressed her legs against his thighs to more forcefully hold his cock inside her. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Rod, I want to see your face when you do it inside me."

He lowered his face and kissed her hard. He felt himself losing control. His hips took on an insistingly penetrating movement to match Mrs. Sutton's hips. Suddenly he thrust himself forward and he saw an image of his giant cock breaking through her body. Then everything exploded around him.

Some invisible force took his body and did indescribably pleasurable acts upon it. Below him, wherever that was, he felt his juices spurt from him in short, hot blasts, then in long, intense discharges which he imagined formed a current which was flowing through Mrs. Sutton. He gradually knew he was completely spent and then heard her say "Please stay inside me, Rod."

His cock still felt hard, not rock hard, but hard nevertheless. His body glistened with sweat and he felt beyond tired. But it was a good kind of tiredness.

"I like your body over me like this, Rod. You have a nice body. Maybe I'd like to explore it the way you want to explore me."

"Don't worry. We have all afternoon, Mrs. - er- Toni."

"Not through with me yet? You want an awful lot."

"I'm still the blackmailer."

"Couldn't you just hand over the pictures and forget the blackmail? I'll see you whenever you say."

"It's not going to work that way. Besides, I don't think I trust you."

"And I should trust you?"

"You have to, Toni. I'm the guy with the pictures."

Rod eased himself to his feet, taking a moment to get his bearings. Then he went to the end of the bed and removed Mrs. Sutton's garter belt, heels and stockings. He lifted her in his arms again and started for the outside.

"I feel like that girl in 'King Kong'," Mrs. Sutton joked.

"Why? Because I remind you of a big gorilla?"

"Where are we going now?"

"For a swim."

"Are you kidding?"

"Not when Barrow Lake is right outside the door."

There was no one around and no boats on the lake. Rod carried Mrs. Sutton to a small sandy beach and walked into the sparkling water with her in his arms.

"Is this another one of your fantasies about me?"

"It will be after today."

Mrs. Sutton laughed and said,"Put me down. I can swim."

And she could. She went way out into the lake with a strong, steady crawl. Rod followed for a short distance, dove under a couple times, then headed in where he could watch Mrs. Sutton from the shore. He had some more thinking to do: Could he really trust her? Without the photos over her head, would she go on seeing him? Mrs. Sutton called to him across the water. "Rod, this is s-o-o great. I feel clean, washing all my sins away." He noticed she was not getting her hair wet.

He waved to her and began pacing the shoreline, talking to himself: "I hate doing this to her. I hate being a blackmailer. I'd like nothing better than for this to end, hand over the pictures and the camera, tell her I'm sorry, beg her forgiveness and feel better about myself. She says she'll keep on seeing me.

But will she? She probably likes me well enough, but she must hate the way I set this up. Once she has the pictures, she'll probably tell me to go to hell. I can't take the chance of losing her if I give up all the pictures at once."

Rod watched Mrs. Sutton come out of the water, not exhibiting the least shyness . He felt the familiar stirrings, the hardness coming on him swiftly. He went to her at the water's edge and brought her cool wetness hard against him. His desire for her felt unbounded now and he threw all caution to the warm breeze coming off the lake. He said brusquely,"I want you. Now."

"Wait," was all she could say as he lay down on the sand pulling her down with him.

"Ride me, Toni. Take my cock and ride on me. I need you." It was both an order and a plea. Rod thought that she would resist and, so great was his sudden desire, he willed himself to use force to get her to do what he wanted.. But Mrs. Sutton swung her leg over his body, firmly took his cock and brought herself slowly down upon it.

Rod raised his hips, guiding his cock up into Mrs. Sutton as far as he felt it would extend. She placed her palms on his chest and thrust herself against his manhood. She wants this as much as I do, he thought. As if reading his mind, Mrs. Sutton began a swift movement on his cock, ignoring Rod's slower, more penetrating thrusts. He felt his hips take on the tempo she had set. Her breathing became labored as if running a race. Rod felt the hot, biting sand, but dismissed it, concentrating only on his own pleasure. The sight of Mrs. Sutton above him drove him on relentlessly. Her breasts rose and fell just inches from his chest, sometimes touching his man-tits, igniting little electrical charges all over his body. She tossed her mane of white-blond hair like a wild animal running to evade capture. That image flashed through his mind. But she's captured, he quickly thought, I've captured Mrs. Sutton.

"Fuck me, Toni. Fuck me," he whispered over and over. She could only utter "Yes." Her nails dug into his chest and in response he pressed his fingers cruelly into the flesh of her hips and ass. The passion they felt in those few minutes could not be sustained for long. Mrs. Sutton again cried "Yes!" and Rod thought she was going to cry again. Instead her eyes went to the sky and she made a sound that was of equal parts agony and ecstasy, Rod thought. It brought on his own climax. He thrust himself upward into that warm darkness, forcing his juices deep into Mrs. Sutton in what felt like one long emission.

She collapsed on him, sighing his name. He held her, sought her lips and kissed her again and again. Rod knew he had nothing left in him, but he still wanted to possess her, make her his own, never letting her go. Was that wrong? he thought ; this was so wonderful for both of them, so how could it be wrong for either of them? Rod closed his eyes, listening to the lap of the water, the rustle of leaves, the chattering of birds, and then to Mrs. Sutton's soft, even breathing. Her head was nestled on his chest and he thought she was sleeping. He ran his fingers through her hair and lightly stroked her back. His last conscious thought before he too fell into a light doze was: I want this to go on forever.

They had not quite reached the highway when Mrs. Sutton turned to Rod and said,"A penny for your thoughts."

Her voice startled him. "I was thinking about us, of course."

"What about us?"

Rod smiled. "I hope you're not offended, but I was thinking about how all my fantasies about you are coming true."

"Rod, you should be fantasizing about the girls you meet at college, women your own age, not someone who's old enough to be your mother."

"I'm glad you're not my mother,Toni."

"So why aren't you dating co-eds? You got a mother complex or something?"

"Ouch. I'll have to consult with Dr. Freud. But I do date co-eds, but they don't have what you have, Toni."

"And what's that?"

"You have a wildness for sex and I have a wildness for you."

"Maybe I'm over-sexed. Charlie says I'm over-sexed because I want it all the time."

"How can anybody be over-sexed, Toni? You either want it or you don't."

"Maybe I want it too much."

"Not possible."

"I practically raped Timmy, if you want to know the truth. I have fantasies, too. About making him my toy-boy. That give you any ideas?"

Rod scowled at Mrs. Sutton. "Let's leave Timmy out of this. This is you and me."

"You forget. Timmy's in those pictures, too."

"I haven't forgotten. Why you have a thing for that skinny nerd I'll never know."

"I can get him to do what I want -- and not be blackmailed."

Rod was becoming irritated. The euphoria he had felt earlier was wearing off.

"All right, enough about Timmy. Shut up about Timmy."

Mrs. Sutton was quiet for a mile or two. "You know what your problem is, Rod?"

"I got lots of problems. Name one."

"You want too much from me. You want my love and my body. I can't give you my love. My love belongs to Charlie."

"You trying to make me laugh?"

"Go ahead. But it's true. Charlie found me strippin' in a bar. What I was doing before that you'll never know. His wife had died and he was lonely. I took advantage of that. What I know about being a proper lady and all I learned from Charlie and an older lady friend of his. I think he's ashamed of me because of where he found me. So he keeps me up on a pedestal so he doesn't have to remember Toni the stripper."

" 'Pygmalion.' "

"What's that?"

"It's a play written by George Bernard Shaw.. 'My Fair Lady' was based on it."

"That's it. That's me. I'm that girl in 'My Fair Lady.' I'm a fake."

"You're no fake, Toni. Right now you're being completely honest about yourself."

"Every time I go the Chesterfield with Charlie I feel like a stranger, like I don't belong there. I'm sure most of the ladies there feel I don't belong there either."

Like my mother, Rod thought. Years ago he remembered his mother referring to Mrs. Sutton as "common." Rod said,"What the hell do you care what they think? You've got more class than that whole bunch put together."

"Thanks for saying so. But I know who I am and where I came from. So now you know what those pictures could do to me."

Something large and painful formed in Rod's throat. He drove many miles in silence. They pulled into the shopping mall lot in less than an hour. Rod turned to Mrs. Sutton, but he wouldn't let his eyes meet hers. "I'll call you two weeks from today at noon," he said.

"Why so long?" There was an earnestness in her voice that suddenly made him uncomfortable.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, don't you think?"

Besides, he told himself, I've got some thinking of my own to do.

"Will you be seeing anyone else in the meantime?" she asked.

Rod was surprised by the question. "No, Toni, I won't. I told you how I feel about you."

"Thank you."

She opened the door and turned to leave as Rod unlocked the glove compartment.

" Aren't you forgetting something, Toni?" He handed her a small manila envelope. "Picture number one. Something to remember me by for the next two weeks."

Mrs. Sutton flashed a smile and said,"Oh, I'll remember you, all right."

She crammed the envelope in her purse. He watched her walk away, admiring the movement of her tight skirt and the way she carried herself in high heels. There was something else about Mrs. Sutton's walk that Rod noted with satisfaction, and some guilt. There was no defiance in it, no defiance at all.