2 comments/ 78951 views/ 9 favorites Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 2nd Photo By: beware "2nd Photo" is the middle segment of a three-part story, and each part is intended to be self-contained. But the interested reader may want to refer to "1st Photo" in which, of course, the main players and plot situations are introduced. One reader had a wonderful idea about the direction this work ought to take, but inasmuch as I had the second part in rough draft and the third part outlined, and being a first-timer and not overly confident, I decided not to take any detours. (However, I've filed that suggestion away for future reference. If there's sufficient interest I'd like to bring some of these players back for future stories.) In any case, it is hoped that where this part of the story does go, and where it reaches its destination in "Final Photo", will please that reader and you as well. Beware * I. Rod Cochran sat in the bleachers of Cougar Stadium, vaguely watching a squad of scantily-clad cheerleaders dance around plastic palm trees to "The Girl From Ipanema" jarringly played by the practicing Clearmont College Marching Band. The warm morning sun made him drowsy, bringing on a languid daydream and faint stirrings of desire. He was back at Barrow Lake, watching Mrs. Sutton emerge from the water, coming to him across the sand, mounting him and riding him as if he were a wild horse. Then he was sharply brought back to reality when the sight of a thin, awkward member of the clarinet section came into view -- Timmy Griffin. And once again Rod had to ask himself what Mrs. Sutton -- Toni Sutton -- ever saw in that bean-pole nerd. And then he remembered what she had told him on their way back from the lake two weeks ago: "I can get him to do what I want -- and not be blackmailed." That thought stung him hard. For it was his witnessing of Timmy's encounter with Mrs. Sutton which directly led to Rod's uncomfortable role as her blackmailer, coercing the beautiful mature woman into an afternoon of the most intense sex he had ever enjoyed. The second photo that Rod had taken of Mrs. Sutton and Timmy during that encounter -- the one in which she was holding Timmy's cock while he pleaded with her to let him cum - was shoved into a pocket of his shorts. The thought of what he was about to do with that photo brought a jolt of expectant pleasure to him, followed quickly by a pang of a more ambiguous feeling, one which Rod wanted to ignore for the present. The sharp bleep of the director's whistle signaled a break for the band. Rod went down to the field and motioned to Timmy. "So how did you like our bossa nova number?" Timmy asked, running over to Rod. "The band sounded great, but the cheerleaders are overdressed." "You gotta make a joke out of everything, don't you, Cochran?" "Lighten up, Timmy. I'm about to make your day." "It's Tim, not Timmy." "Sure. Tim. C'mon, I want to show you something." Rod threw an arm over Tim's boney shoulders and guided him behind the bleachers. When he was satisfied that no one was observing them, he pulled the envelope out and handed the photo to Tim. "Oh shit! That's Mrs. Sutton and - " "You. I like that expression on your face, don't you?" Tim took a step back and doubled over, almost dropping his clarinet. Rod thought Tim was about to be sick. He snatched the photo away and returned it to his pocket telling Tim,"Take it easy, man." "Where did you get that?" Tim was about to break into tears. "Where do you think?" "You were there? You saw everything?!" "Not everything. Just enough." "What are you going to do with it? Blackmail me or something?" "Do I look like a blackmailer? Hey, I'm your friend." Rod almost gagged getting the words out. "If my grandma ever saw this - " "What's granny got to do with it?" "She's got all the money in the family. I gotta trust fund waiting for me when I graduate. I'm fixed for life. If she ever laid eyes on that picture, she'd cut me off like . . .like cutting off my dick." "Ouch. Relax, will ya? Nothing like that's going to happen. This is just between us. I thought you'd be flattered." "Flattered?! You really piss me off, man. I only fucked Mrs. Sutton once and it was her idea. And you had to be there taking pictures. You really are a low-life, Cochran." "I'll try not to take that personally. I only showed you the photo 'cause I gotta little proposition for you. How would you like to see Mrs. Sutton again?" Tim suddenly seemed to forget his predicament. His eyes widened with excitement. "Sure. Anybody would. She's a beautiful piece of ass." Rod looked away. He could hardly stand to hear the object of his love and passion described so vulgarly. "Is that what this is all about? Me and Mrs. Sutton?" Tim asked eagerly. "Mrs. Sutton wants you to be her toy-boy for a night." There, he thought, I finally got it out. "She told you that?" "Just the other week." "Which means you've been seeing her." Rod nodded. "Which means you've been blackmailing her with the same goddamned picture." Rod wanted to slug his classmate, but the band director's whistle interrupted his quick anger. "I like to think that I persuaded her with my great charm and wit." " That' ll be the day. When do I see her?" "How about Friday night?" "Okay. Where?" "I was thinking on your dad's yacht down on the river. Its not being used, is it?" "Mom and Dad are over in Europe with Grandma. They won't be back 'til the end of the month." "Perfect. I'll call you in a day or so and set it up." "And nobody's going to know anything about this except us, right?" "Correct." "And there's going to be no more pictures, right?" Rod mockingly raised his hand. "Scout's honor." Tim nodded and started for the field. He hadn't gone far when he turned back to Rod. A large grin cut across his narrow face. That's it, Rod thought, give me a great big shit- eatin' grin you simple-ass son of a bitch. Goddammit, what the hell am I doing, anyway? Mrs. Sutton's voice suddenly was in his head:" Is that why you're doing this to me? To get revenge on Timmy because I chose to be with him and not you?" And now here he was arranging a rendezvous between Mrs. Sutton and Tim because . . . Well, I'll be damned if I know why, he thought. Rod shook his head and jogged to his car. It was going on high noon. Time to call Mrs. Sutton. II. Twelve minutes later Rod pulled onto Earlywine Drive and parked down the street from the Sutton's large rambling home in the neighborhood of Hyatt Park, the same affluent suburb in which Rod lived. Seeing the house, he once again returned to the afternoon a few weeks ago when he approached the bath house behind the Sutton place and saw Timmy servicing Mrs. Sutton doggie-style. But at the moment, instead of focusing his anger -- and his jealously -- on Timmy, his mind's eye stayed on Mrs. Sutton, the way her hair swayed, the heaving of her exquisite breasts, her control over Timmy And he thought how soon it would be when he would bring them together again. And for whatever confused reason, that thought right now excited him. He watched as Charlie Sutton came out the front door carrying one suitcase and pulling another. Mrs. Sutton stood in the doorway. She was wearing a filmy jacket over a two-piece pink bathing suit. Rod had seen her in the same outfit at the Chesterfield Country Club and that sight of her had always aroused him as it was beginning to arouse him now. Her hair was arranged in a thick flowing pony-tail, her radiant blondness seemed to glow in the late morning sun. Goddammit, Charlie, Rod was thinking, if I were you I'd be taking Toni right up to your bedroom Instead he saw Charlie Sutton waive and feebly blow his wife a kiss, get in his Jaguar -- his was a twin to hers -- and drive away. When her husband was out of sight, Mrs. Sutton folded her arms, her shoulders shrugging in resignation. After she went back into the house, Rod waited half a minute, then reached for his phone. She answered on the second ring. "Rod." "None other." "I thought you'd never call. I've been going crazy." "I told you when I'd call. Miss me?" "Oh, god, yes. Have you missed me?" "Everyday, every hour, Mrs. Sutton. Are you ready to meet me for photo number two?" "Still the blackmail thing, is it? All right. But please don't make me go back to that awful shack again, Rod." "How would you like to meet me on a yacht?" "I didn't know your family had a yacht." "Are you kidding? They can't even swim. But I know someone who has a very large boat down on the river and he said he'd let me use it for one night with my girlfriend." "Is that what I am to you, Rod? Your girlfriend?" "You're more than a girlfriend to me, Mrs. Sutton." "Can't you call me Toni?" "Toni, you're the love of my life." "Please, Rod. I'm not even the love of Charlie's life. I'll just be your girlfriend for now." "Can you get away this Friday evening?" "Oh, yes. That's perfect. Charlie just left for the airport. He's gone to some insurance convention. He won't be back 'til Saturday." "Don't you usually go to the club with some of your women friends on Friday?" " I'd hardly call them my friends, but yes, I do. I can break that." "Don't. Go to the club on Friday as usual. Have one of your friends drive you. I'll drop by, say, about nine and offer you a ride home." "My so-called friends will be jealous. But I can't wait 'til then. I want to see you now, today. You could come here this afternoon. I'll give the house- keeper the rest of the day off. You could have me in every room." "That's a lot of rooms, Toni. But I care too much for you to come to your house. A neighbor might see me. There could be talk at the club. It could get back to Charlie. It's better my way." "You're sweet to be so considerate. But I wouldn't even care if Charlie did find out. I know he's got a girl here in town. He's lost all interest in me. I haven't confronted him about her 'cause . . .well, I have to hang onto what I've got. Charlie hasn't touched me in over a week. I need you, Rod. The sound of your voice . . . your breathing. Don't you remember how it was up at the lake? I want it that way again. Rod, I want you now.!" Rod gripped the steering wheel. He felt he had to hang onto something. A sudden surge of desire went through him, tensing his whole body, dazzling his mind. He felt himself grow hard almost instantly. "Toni, I want you, too. You'll never know how much I want you right at this moment. But it isn't possible." "Rod, please! I'll come to you. Just tell me where you are." A teenager, walking several of the neighborhood dogs, passed Rod's car without looking at him and continued on down the street. There was no one else around and no cars in sight. "Let's do something really crazy, Toni. Are you with me?" "Anything." "All right. Go to your bedroom and lock the door." "What -?" "Just do it." In seconds he heard the door slam. "What now?" "Sit on the edge of the bed and listen." His voice took on a hollow intensity and the words came pouring out. He could hardly control himself. "You know what I'm doing right now? I'm opening my fly and taking my dick out. It's hard, as hard as it's ever been. It's hard because of you, Toni. I want you so much that I'm getting harder and harder, just hearing the sound of your voice." "Rod, I . . . " "My hand is slowly sliding up and down my cock. I can feel the pulse. It's almost like you're in the car with me, getting me off. Let's get off together. Let your fingers massage your pussy. We're going to cum together." "I'm wearing a bathing suit, Rod. I'll take it off." "No. I want you to press your fingers gently over the fabric and feel your beautiful pussy underneath." "Yes, Rod." He listened to Mrs. Sutton's slow, even breathing for a time. "Lift your hips slowly up from the bed as you massage yourself. Close your eyes, Toni. I'm right there with you. I'm kissing the inside of your beautiful firm thighs. My mouth is over the fabric of your bathing suit. I open my mouth and bring it down over your pussy. The fabric is tight and my tongue can feel your pussy and my lips can taste it. I'm sucking on the fabric now. I want your pussy in my mouth. Now . . . take down your suit and let it fall to the floor." "Oh, god, Rod. I've never done anything like this before. I'm so wet . . . I feel like I'm dripping." Mrs. Sutton sounded giddy with excitement. She made a little giggling sound. For what seemed like the rest of the afternoon, Rod let his hand slide all over his already sticky cock and began a rocking back and forth in his seat. The thought that Mrs. Sutton was near him in her own bedroom just down the street, and his mind seeing her half-naked on her own bed masturbating, added to his own excitement. The breathing of Mrs. Sutton filled his head, her steady light breaths becoming longer and deeper, then shorter, heavier and more insistent. As at the lake she started to chant his name. "Toni, I'm getting ready to cum. I can feel it boiling inside me. Moisture is oozing out my cock-hole. Its spreading over the head of my cock and down my cock to my balls. Put your fingers up into your cunt and make it even wetter for me." Rod closed his eyes, letting an image of Mrs. Sutton taking his cock and slowly feeding it into her hungry pussy fill his mind. " I'm sliding my cock into your love hole. I'm holding it there just for a second, feeling its wet tightness, its pulsating heat. Now, Toni, now. I'm fucking you, fucking you and fucking you. A little faster now, just a little faster. Oh, god, I can't hold it much longer, I don't want to hold it. I want to let myself flow inside you. Let me flow. I'm almost there." And then he heard a barely audible moan that did not grow in volume, but only in intensity, a small siren in his ear, not giving off a warning, but emitting the sound of pure pleasure. That sound caused Rod to involuntarily jerk forward. He dropped the phone and gripped the steering wheel with his free hand. A sound he had never uttered before got stuck in his throat as he erupted. An image of Mrs. Sutton riding his cock at water's edge on Barrow Lake forced his hips off the seat. He saw his cum shoot out in a long, glistening strand and then instantly another, and then another not as long. The phone at his feet called his name over and over. III. The main dining room of the Chesterfield Country Club was humming with dull conversation, punctuated with the clink of ice in cocktail glasses. Rod, in a jacket and tie as prescribed by the dress- code of the club, sat on a padded bar stool at the far end of the room having a beer. Eddie the bartender was polishing glasses and sucking up to Rod. Stacey Cochran, Rod's dad, was on the board of trustees which approved Eddie's salary. "So you're a college guy now, right? You getting any of that co-ed pussy?" Eddie's leer and hushed tone annoyed Rod, but he answered, "Yeah, I'm getting my share." "Must be nice. I remember the year I spent in college." Eddie leaned over the bar and took on a confidential manner. "How about the beauties at the table over there. Maybe they're a little old for you." Eddie nodded to the table at which Mrs. Sutton was sitting. "Now that Toni Sutton -- I get a hard-on for her every time she comes into the club." Rod fought down an impulse to throw his beer in Eddie's face. "Very attractive. I envy Charlie Sutton," Rod managed to say with a tightening in his jaw. At that moment Mrs. Sutton got up and moved to the hallway where the ladies' room was located. "Good evening, Mrs. Sutton," Eddie called. "Good evening, Eddie. Why look who's here? Rod. I sometimes see your parents here on Friday, but never you." "Yeah, Mrs. Sutton. I usually have a date, but tonight I'm dateless and desperate." " How are your parents. Rod?" "Oh, they're fine. Dad's making money and Mom's baking cookies." Mrs. Sutton smiled at Rod's lame joke and came over to the bar. "I don't want to impose on you, Rod, but I didn't drive tonight and I'd like to leave now. I've got a splitting headache. Could you give me a ride home?" Rod felt a temptation to wink at Mrs. Sutton, but he only smiled. "No imposition, Mrs. Sutton. I was thinking of turning in early myself." "Thank you, Rod. I'll be right back." Both Eddie and Rod watched Mrs. Sutton head for the hallway. She was wearing a white sheath which fitted her like a bathing suit. She had on white high heel sandals which lifted her ass up to where her cheeks seemed to have a life of their own. "Gawd almighty!" Eddie breathed. Rod took the last sip of his beer and whispered, not trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, "How's that hard-on coming along, Eddie?" "I'm working on it," he said, almost dropping a glass. IV. Rod turned out of the driveway of the Chesterfield Country Club and headed for River Road and the Flamingo Marina. "Say, that was quite a performance we put on back there, Toni. Do you think we fooled anybody?" Mrs. Sutton smiled and winked. "I bet they all know what we're up to. Especially Eddie." "He has a thing for you, I guess you know." "He has a thing for a lot of the women at the club, I've noticed. But he knows better than to make any advances. It would cost him his job. I'm not the least bit attracted to him." "He certainly was attracted to you tonight in that dress. You look absolutely ravishing, Toni." "Thank you, Rod. I wore this especially for you. Look." Mrs. Sutton pulled her dress up to her waist revealing what she had worn at the lake: a white garter belt holding up white opaque stockings. She was not wearing panties. Rod did not hesitate to place his hand over her warm pussy. "Toni, your love juices are flowing already." "And you're already trying to stand at attention for me." Rod glanced down at the obvious tightness in the front of his slacks and gave Mrs. Sutton a self-satisfied smile. "Do you want me to take it out and give you some relief? I've been thinking a lot about your beautiful cock lately." she said. An image of Mrs. Sutton playing with his ready cock darted across Rod's mind. He was suddenly anxious to arrive at the dock. "Let's get to the boat." Rod took his hand from her pussy, but Mrs. Sutton did not pull her dress down. Instead she directed the air conditioning vent on her cunt. "I need to cool off some, don't you think, Rod?" she laughed. "Don't ever cool off, Toni. Stay as hot as you are right now." He liked this playful Mrs. Sutton. It was a side of her he had never seen before, even at the club. It was obvious to him that her sexual flirtations indicated that she was totally at ease with him now. So why, he asked himself, was he continuing this pretense of blackmail? As if reading his thoughts, she asked,"You did bring the second photo with you, didn't you?" "Don't worry. You'll get the picture, Toni." "And what else do I get on this yacht of yours?" Rod took a deep breath. "The toy-boy you not-so-subtly hinted for during our ride back from the lake." "Timmy?! You got me Timmy? He's going to be on the boat?" "He now wants to be called Tim, but, yeah, he's waiting for us on board, probably playing with himself right now." "Why didn't you tell me, Rod?" Her voice was colored with concern. It was not the reaction he was expecting. "It was supposed to be a surprise, Toni." "I like surprises, but is this a good idea?" "You've already been with Tim and he's kept his mouth shut. Besides, he's scared that his dear old granny will cut off his inheritance if she finds out. He'll keep quiet alright." "But I thought you were jealous of Timmy -- Tim." "I guess this is my way of dealing with it." "Is this another fantasy you have about me? Watching me have sex with someone else?" Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 2nd Photo "I've already watched you have sex with someone else -- namely Tim. But maybe you're right. Maybe it's a fantasy I want to see again -- just to find out if I can handle it." Mrs. Sutton laid her hand on Rod's thigh. "Rod, we don't have to do this. We could go somewhere else, just the two of us." "No," he said. "I've got this all set up. I've still got the pictures. We're gonna do it." "You know I'll do what you say. I've got to." Rod turned into the driveway of the marina and drove past the giant pink neon flamingo that marked the entrance. With some relief Rod saw that the security guard was not on duty. He parked in the lot above the dock. He was still hard. Mrs. Sutton slid over to him and eagerly cupped his face. Her kiss was firm and long, and her tongue was hot. "I've never had sex on a yacht before," she whispered. Rod took Mrs. Sutton's hand and laid it on his now raging hard-on. "That' ll have to wait, Toni. Before you have Tim, you're going to have me. Now." His head was swimming and his hands were shaking, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted Mrs. Sutton. He wanted to subject her to his will. He suddenly felt that almost violent desire he had experienced the other afternoon in the car with only an image of Mrs. Sutton to bring him to climax. But now she was actually in his car and he could take her in the gathering darkness. He would use Mrs. Sutton before he would turn her over to Tim. He cursed as he fumbled with his belt and slacks and briefs, pushing them down below his knees. He turned to Mrs. Sutton, offering her his erect cock, now poised for the pleasure this desirable mature woman was about to give him. "There," Rod grunted. "Here's that beautiful cock you've been thinking about so much. Take it, Toni." He almost said "please", but he didn't have to. Mrs. Sutton took his cock in both hands and began a slow massage, up and down, up and down, letting one finger circle his cock-hole. Through clenched teeth, Rod ordered, "Harder. Harder." Mrs. Sutton tightened her grip, her strokes picking up tempo. Rod closed his eyes and brought forth an image of his cock in the mouth of this beautiful woman. "Suck me, suck me," Rod pleaded. "Yes." His fingers sank into her thick hair and he gently brought her face down, rubbing his cock over her lips and chin Mrs. Sutton's tongue went to his scrotum where she licked and dabbed over his large, solid testicles which were now giving Rod a dull ache slowly building into something else. Mrs. Sutton took each of his balls into her mouth separately and gently sucked them while, with one hand, she stroked along the bottom of his tightened sack. Then with both hands she caressed his balls and sack together. "Oh, god," he panted in a voice far away Mrs. Sutton brought her tongue to the sensitive underside of his cock, gliding up and down its hot, sinewy surface. Then she went to the tip of his cock where her tongue circled his cock-hole, spreading the secretion of his pre-cum juice. Rod wanted to cry out, but he held his breath The earth began to move. Now with a hand behind her head, he guided his cock into Mrs. Sutton's mouth. "Suck me. Suck me. Suck me," he chanted as he felt her mouth take in almost the entire length of his cock. He took his hand away. There was no need to use the slightest force on Mrs. Sutton. for she quickened the tempo of her mouth, letting her tongue and teeth grip his cock with increasing pressure. Rod's hips rose, bringing his cock up into Mrs. Sutton's mouth as she plunged down on his hot flesh.. Rod opened his eyes for just a second and saw that Mrs. Sutton 's hand had drifted to her pussy where it stroked its moist clit and lips with the same tempo as her mouth. She made a sound of pleasure deep in her throat, her head bobbing with ever increasing speed. Rod imagined that the flesh of his cock was now one with the warm, moist flesh of Mrs. Sutton's mouth. His whole body prickled with the need for a violent release. The eruption came on him fast. He gripped her shoulders and brought his hips off the seat, driving his cock deep inside her sucking mouth. He suppressed a scream. There was a quick image of Mrs. Sutton, his cock imbedded in her mouth, her eyes aflame. Then Rod felt the warm, releasing gush of his cum. It came in two long spurts and Mrs. Sutton took them both, never slowing the stroking of his cock, never releasing him from her mouth. Rod didn't know when it was over. It seemed to him that he had been unconscious for some time. He lay against the car door, hardly aware that he was breathing. Through the window he saw the stars. They seemed to be moving slowly in random patterns, then finally coming to rest in their original positions. He became aware that Mrs. Sutton was sitting up and applying a tissue to her mouth. She took things out of her purse and did things to her face and hair. When she finally looked at him, she said lightly,"A girl can't be too careful about her appearance, you know." Rod smiled, at least, he tried to smile. He seemed to have considerable trouble adjusting his clothing. He pulled the door handle and almost fell out. When he was finally on his feet, he had to grip the side of the car to get his bearings. He was drunk in a way he had never been before. Mrs. Sutton let herself out of the car and came to him, pressing her body to his. Rod had to hold onto her for the earth was going around one more time. He thought Mrs. Sutton 's voice was the most soothing sound he had ever heard. "I've never had this effect on a man before. Oh, Rod, I'm half in love with you. I shouldn't be, but I can't help myself. When this thing started I thought you were the biggest threat to me and my so-called marriage. But now I know you're the most exciting thing in my life. I wish we could run away together; I wish you could take me away from Charlie." Rod wasn't sure that's what he wanted to hear. He knew he was in love with Mrs. Sutton, but he never considered any sort of strong emotional commitment on her part. His love for her was based on coercing this older, experienced woman into consensual sex He wanted to change her mood. "Wonder what the ladies back at the club would think about what we just did," he joked. "They'd probably think that we were having a hell of a lot more fun than they ever had." "Speaking of fun, you still want your toy-boy?" "You won't be too jealous now, will you, Rod? Timmy is just for fun, but you mean something more to me." "I'll be jealous all right, but I'll try not to show it." V The Griffin "yacht", which was really an over-sized cabin cruiser named "Steal Away", cast an imposing shadow against the dark sky and the calm blue-black water of the Kashasaweega River. It was as big as a small house and as luxurious as an expensive hotel room. Rod had been on board only once at a party for Timmy's high school graduation. The dock was dark and quiet except for the muted sounds of a small party which seemed to be far away. Rod lifted Mrs. Sutton and carried her on deck. In the boat's roomy main cabin, she nodded to the bar. " Fix me a drink, will you, Rod? A gin and tonic. And make it strong." Rod handed her a tall, full glass, and she took a long swig. "So where's my toy-boy?" Rod went below and found Tim in one of the state rooms. He was bent over on the edge of one of the bunks, looking a little green. Rod shut the door. "Seasick, Toy-Boy?" "I can't do this, Cochran. I've never done anything like this in my life." "Sure you have. You've already been a toy-boy. It'll be just like that little episode with Mrs. Sutton in the bath house. Take off your clothes." "What?!" "You heard me. Just leave your underpants on." Tim was wearing dark blue briefs which accentuated his pale skin. "You look good Toy-Boy. Except for the socks. The socks gotta go." When Tim stood in front of him barefooted, Rod reached into a jacket pocket and took out a narrow dog collar and a short leash. "Oh, no," wailed Tim "Was this her idea?" "My idea." Rod yanked Tim up on deck leading him into the cabin. "Your toy-boy, Mrs. Sutton." Mrs. Sutton was standing with a now empty glass in her hand which she firmly set down on the bar. "Good evening, Toy-Boy," Mrs. Sutton said in a low, husky voice which Rod hardly recognized. He thought, so that's why she needed a drink, to help her through a little dominate role-playing. "Good evening, Mrs. Sutton," Tim stammered. "Are you ready to be my toy-boy tonight?" Tim turned and looked at Rod with a what-have-you-got-me-into expression. Rod clapped him on his boney shoulder and said,"You'll do fine, Toy-Boy. Enjoy yourself. I certainly intend to." Rod threw himself on a couch on the starboard side suddenly wishing he were somewhere else. What the hell was I thinking? he thought. He was not relishing being a witness to Tim fucking the woman he had fantasized about for years and who had just sucked him off. He thought what he had just told Mrs. Sutton, about how he wasn't going to show his jealousy. He watched Mrs. Sutton take the leash and unbuckle the collar. "We don't need this, do we? You're going to be a good little toy-boy for me, aren't you?" Tim once again looked over at Rod, but this time with an I-told-you-so glance. "Did you like what we did in the bath house, Toy-Boy?" "Oh, yes. I've been dreaming about it." "We're going to do more of that. And you're going to do whatever I tell you. That's what a good toy-boy does. You're going to please me tonight." "I'm ready, Mrs. Sutton," Tim said, allowing one hand to caress his growing hard-one. Mrs. Sutton came forward, brushed Tim's hand away and placed the flat of her hand against his stiffening cock. "Is that for me?" "Yes, Mrs. Sutton," Tim got out after gulping in some air. "M-m-m. I'm going to have fun playing with that tonight, Toy-Boy. I love the way it's getting harder and harder for me. I love to feel the wetness spreading in your briefs. Would you like me to suck you?" "Oh, god, yes, Mrs. Sutton." "We'll . . . if you're good . . ." Mrs. Sutton took her hand away from Tim's now pronounced bulge and let her pink nails crawl up his abdomen and stomach and weave patterns over his shallow chest. "Do you like the way I look tonight, Toy-Boy?" "Yes. Yes I do." Tim's voice seemed to go up a couple of pitches, Rod thought. "Do you like my dress?" "It's very sexy, Mrs. Sutton." Mrs. Sutton cupped her breasts through the straining material. "Do you like the way my tight dress makes my boobs jut out, Toy-Boy?" "I love your tits, I mean, boobs, Mrs. Sutton." Tim's hand went to his cock again. "Don't do that, Toy-Boy" Mrs. Sutton ordered softly. "Your cock belongs to me." "Yes, ma'am -- I mean, Mrs. Sutton." She turned, her hands exploring the cheeks of her ass. "Do you like the way my dress is so tight over my bum, Toy-Boy?" "You have a lovely ass, er . . . bum, Mrs. Sutton." "You may put your hands on my bum, Toy-Boy." Tim did not hesitate. His hands massaged Mrs. Sutton's ass cheeks, kneading her firm flesh through her dress. She leaned forward slightly and slowly brought her dress up baring her ass. Tim went to his knees. He planted kisses all over Mrs. Sutton's ass, then licked it, and then nibbled it. Rod took a deep breath and felt that familiar churning begin in his stomach and abdomen But this time the sensation contained an added thrill, the thrill of seeing this beautiful mature woman control and use another young man right before his eyes. It wasn't jealously Rod was feeling now, but something entirely different. He now had to admit to himself that he wanted this, he wanted to sit here and watch the woman who turned him on now turn on another young man -- even if he had to be Tim. Mrs. Sutton began to gyrate her ass as if she were fucking standing up. She looked over her shoulder and gazed down at Tim. Rod noticed that her eyes were dreamy, yet holding a certain intense light, as if Mrs. Sutton was focused on something that Rod couldn't see. When she briefly glanced over at him he thought, she doesn't see me at all. "Undress me, Toy-Boy," Mrs. Sutton ordered in a voice that contained only a hint of tenderness. In Tim's hand the zipper came down smoothly. He took the top of her dress off her shoulders, letting the white sheath glide down her body, meeting the floor with a hush that filled the room. He unclasped her bra and tossed it behind him. And then standing behind her, his hard cock up against her ass, Tim brought his thin arms around Mrs. Sutton and took her full, heavy breasts in his hands. He kneaded them forcefully, reshaping them, squeezing and pressing her nipples., finally just holding them tightly. Mrs. Sutton threw back her head on Tim's slight shoulder reminding Rod with a twinge -- of jealousy?- that he had held her the same way up at the cabin.. "Yes, yes. Just like that, Toy-Boy," she moaned. Then Mrs. Sutton took Tim's hand from her breast and brought it down to her pussy, forcing several fingers inside her now wet hole. Her hips took on a fucking action, her body undulating against Tim, her hand going behind her, stroking his cock inside his briefs. Rod thought he was going to go crazy. Hell, he was going crazy. In less than an hour, he had seen the sociable Mrs. Sutton, then the playful Mrs. Sutton becoming the compliant Mrs. Sutton, and now the domineering Mrs. Sutton. He desperately wanted to take Tim's place. He went behind the bar and poured himself a tumbler of whiskey and downed it. Mrs. Sutton had just given him a great blow-job, but already he had an erection that had to be freed. He opened his fly and his cock fell forward. He held his cock with one hand while pouring another drink with the other. Mrs. Sutton broke away from Tim, threw herself into a large padded arm-less chair in the forward part of the cabin and spread her legs revealing her wet pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart. " Come over here, Toy-Boy, and see what I have for you." Tim fell to his knees and slid across the carpet. For a second Rod wanted to laugh. Tim looked like a kid scampering around under a Christmas tree. Tim was immediately between Mrs. Sutton's legs. With both hands behind Tim's head, she forcibly brought his mouth to her succulent pussy as if trying to bury his narrow face in it. Rod watched as Tim's head bobbed repeatedly between Mrs. Sutton's widening thighs, his breath coming in gasps, his throat uttering little mewing sounds. She raised her hips up from the chair and leveraged her thoroughly wet cunt to her toy-boy's tongue and lips. Then Mrs. Sutton stood up, her hands still behind Tim's head keeping his sucking mouth hard against her pussy. She drove her high heels into the carpet, flexing her knees, grinding her hips almost cruelly into her toy-boy's face. Rod suddenly thought, why she's using Tim to get back at Charlie Sutton. Was she using himself for the same purpose? Did she really love her husband? Was Mrs. Sutton expending her passion on the two of them to get revenge on the man who had taken her out of a life of some degradation, but who now was distancing himself from her? But those thoughts were soon scorched away by the fires inside him fueled by the sight before him. Rod heard himself utter, "My, god." He yanked off his tie and pealed off his jacket, shirt and slacks. He took a step from the bar, his naked body flush and damp with sweat, both from his sexual excitement and the whiskey. His cock felt inflamed.. He wanted only one thing right now -- to take possession of Mrs. Sutton and ram his cock deep inside her. He watched Mrs. Sutton pull Tim up from the floor by his hair and push him into the chair. She went to her knees and pulled Tim's briefs down his legs. Jutting from his skinny body, his cock resembled a long upright fleshy spike and Mrs. Sutton was on it in a flash. Rod watched Mrs. Sutton's head and shoulders jerking rapidly between Tim's wide-stretched legs, her thick hair cascading down her bare back, shimmering in the dull light of the cabin. Tim's whole body stiffened against the chair and his eyes disappeared into his head. Rod thought Tim was going to faint. Damn it, he was hoping Tim would faint so he himself could take over. Mrs. Sutton abruptly stood, and faced her toy-boy, straddled her legs around him, took his cock and slowly lowered herself on it She began to fuck Tim unmercifully, but he met every one of her thrusts with strong thrusts of his own. His eyes were open wide now and his teeth clenched. Her arms circled his neck and forced his mouth on each of her breasts in turn. Mrs. Sutton's heavy breathing and Tim's sucking sounds filled the boat's cabin, and Rod's head as well. Her whole body took on a steady rhythm, the flexing of her legs and her high heels imbedded in the carpet caused her leg muscles to stand out through her white stockings. Rod reached for another drink, spilling most of it. He couldn't take his eyes from Tim and Mrs. Sutton, their bodies meeting with an impact and tempo that Rod would have thought the frail-looking Tim was incapable of maintaining. He thought begrudgingly, Tim's doing all right. As if on cue with Rod's thoughts, Tim grabbed Mrs. Sutton by her hips and held her in place while he forced his cock further up into her pussy. And as in the bath house, he began to call out," Oh, shit. Oh, shit, OH, SHIT!" His hips picked up a rapid rhythm that astounded the wide-eyed, open-mouth Rod Cochran. Then Tim's hips rose into Mrs. Sutton in three (for him) powerful thrusts, the cords in his skinny neck tightening like ropes, his breath coming out in sobs. When he was spent, he fell against the back of the chair as if beaten to a pulp. But Mrs. Sutton wasn't through with her toy-boy. She took his arms and pressed them to the back of the chair, rapidly raising and lowering her pussy on Tim's still-hard cock. Tim appeared to be unconscious after his exertion, not responding to Mrs. Sutton's ride on his cock, his body inert. The beautiful woman took no notice of that, seemingly only aware of her own oncoming climax. And it came, shuddering her body, throwing her head back, her hair a flaming mass of golden fire, uttering a long wail. "Ah -- h-h-h-h-yes-s-s-s." Instantly Rod's mind was jolted with that image of Mrs. Sutton riding his own cock on the shore of Barrow Lake. She collapsed on her toy-boy just as she had collapsed on him that day just weeks ago. That memory overpowered Rod. He immediately went to Mrs. Sutton, and, almost in a rage, pulled her from the exhausted Tim Griffin and dragged her to the bar. "Rod, please." He didn't hear her. He could hear nothing over an incessant pounding in his head. He roughly bent her body in half so that Mrs. Sutton had to grab the edge of the bar. He seized the flesh of her upper legs, separating them until her pussy was fully exposed. Mrs. Sutton's pussy lips were glistening wet, a bright shade of pink and noticeably swollen. Then, by her hips, he pulled Mrs. Sutton's ass to him, and slid inside her gaping, wet hole, past her swollen lips with no resistance at all. The thought flashed across his mind that Mrs. Sutton was wet with Tim's cum. Again he saw Tim fucking Mrs. Sutton doggie-style in the bath house. That urged him on and he began pumping himself into Mrs. Sutton with a punishing fury All he wanted now was to fuck her hard and fast. His cock felt enormous and powerful. The heat of Mrs. Sutton's pussy fed a fire which burned all over his body. Outside a large cruiser went by. The cabin began to roll from side to side. Rod pulled Mrs. Sutton's ass tighter to himself to keep his balance from the pitching boat and the booze in his head. Above the low guttural sound vibrating deep in his throat, Mrs. Sutton's voice cut through. Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 2nd Photo " Yes, yes. Oh, yes. Rod. Harder. Harder!" The meeting of Rod's thighs with Mrs. Sutton's ass cheeks made little slapping sounds. The movement of her ass seemed to anticipate his forward thrusts. He had the sensation that his cock was going deeper and deeper into Mrs. Sutton with every forward motion of his hips, with every forceful backward grind of her beautiful ass. And then, from far into the inner recesses of Mrs. Sutton's wet, slick cunt, Rod felt the first spurt of his juices, like a short electric pulse, followed by a gush which seemed to go forever. He could barely hear her long wail of pleasure over his own. Rod's hands came around hard on Mrs. Sutton's tits and he forced her to stand upright, all the time fucking her, fucking her. Then he stopped, and keeping his cock inside her, he pushed her thick, golden hair from the nape of her neck and kissed her over and over, letting his teeth just feel her flesh, and filling his hands with Mrs. Sutton's ripe, heavy breasts. Rod leaned back, forcing his hips so far forward that he lifted Mrs. Sutton from the floor. She brought her hands behind her to grip his long, dark hair, bringing his face around, then turning just enough so that their lips and tongues came together. Breathlessly they fell together on the couch. VI Rod pulled Mrs. Sutton to him so that she lay across his legs, her head on his shoulder. He kissed her long and hard, holding Mrs. Sutton tightly, her ample breasts crushed against his chest. The press of Mrs. Sutton's nakedness on his own naked body set off a sudden wave of desire that stirred his cock once more. Mrs. Sutton felt it, too, and smiled. "My superman. Are you ready to take me again?" Rod threw his head against the back of the couch and said,"Even Superman needs a rest." "So does my toy-boy." Mrs. Sutton giggled and nodded toward Tim, who was still stretched out in the chair, but now was snoring softly. "Looks like you were too much for your toy-boy, Toni." Rod observed. "Am I too much for you, Rod?" "I'll never get enough of you, Toni," Rod said. "That's just what I wanted to hear," Mrs. Sutton said. " Remember our swim up at the lake? Let's take another." Rod helped Mrs. Sutton remove her high heels, nylons and garter belt. She laughed softly as she took his hand and led him out of the cabin to the stern of the boat. Outside the sky was cloudless and the hard brilliance of the stars seemed close at hand. The night air hardly stirred and it seemed to Rod that the warm darkness surrounded him and Mrs. Sutton like a cloak. The party at the end of the dock was still going on, but it was still far away, its sounds almost inaudible on the far edge of Rod's consciousness. Rod let himself over the side quietly and then helped Mrs. Sutton into the water with hardly a sound or ripple. The cold water instantly shrunk his cock, but did not lessen his desire. They paddled quietly staying close to the darkened boats. From the party at the far end of the dock came the sound of "The Girl From Ipanema" and Rod immediately thought of his meeting with Tim a few days ago. Then other memories flowed through his mind: meeting Mrs. Sutton in the parking lot, undressing her and fucking her in the fishing shack and then on the lake shore, enjoying the blow-job in the car and taking her forcefully just a few moments ago.. Rod had the startling sense that his blackmail scheme had just about played itself out, and that his affair with the exciting Mrs. Sutton was nearing its end. Where that thought came from he had no idea, but the thought saddened him. He reached for Mrs. Sutton and brought her to him, holding her while treading water. His mood changed when he felt Mrs. Sutton's hand caress his cock. "Let's go up on top," she whispered. They took cushions from a couple of deck chairs and covered them with left-behind beach blankets. They lay down, their bodies pressed together. Rod kissed her lightly, and Mrs. Sutton responded with a flick of her tongue. Then Rod kissed her from the base of her neck to her ear. He brushed her hair back and whispered, "Toni, I love you,I love you." He remembered doing that at the cabin. "Oh, Rod." He felt her hand enclose around his half flaccid cock. She began to stroke him, slowly and tenderly. Rod stretched to his full length on the blankets and gave into each wave of pleasure brought by each stroke of Mrs. Sutton's cushioning hand. He felt his cock slowly harden, its warmth slowly spreading throughout his body. Then he held his breath. Mrs. Sutton's lips softly took in the head of his cock and her tongue circled it more than once. Rod slowly began to breathe again as he propped himself on his elbows. Mrs. Sutton turned and their eyes locked and stayed locked. Her hand tightened slightly and her stroke gradually became stronger. Traces of Rod's juices spilled out over the head of his cock and slowly flowed down its shaft, coating Mrs. Sutton's hand, her strokes now gliding smoothly on Rod's secretions. He smiled as he thought, I've still got something left. With her other hand and with just her finger tips, Mrs. Sutton ran up and down and circled Rod's abdomen. His skin seemed to shudder under her touch. Then she let her pink nails softly scratch through his pubic hair. Rod let his head fall back on the cushion and he pumped his hips ever so slowly. "Cum for me, Rod. Cum for your baby." With the sound of Mrs. Sutton's voice, he could not hold back His ejaculation came quietly, in a gradual flow, slow and thick, bringing a stream of pleasure which he felt pass through his body and out his cock. Rod sighed under his breath," Oh, beautiful." "Yes." They lay in each other's arms for what seemed half the night. Mrs. Sutton finally broke the spell. "How can I go back to Charlie now?" "What do you mean, Toni?" "This was so wonderful, Rod. This is the way it's suppose to be between a man and a woman. I love Charlie, I really do. But he's . . . he doesn't treat me badly. He doesn't treat at all. He's so indifferent to me. I don't know who this other girl or woman is, but she's getting what I still want from him. I know I can't be the kind of wife he really wants. You know, a wife with a respectable past, the kind I was with tonight at the club. I've tried to be what he wants, but I know I'm going to lose him. I'm going to lose everything Remember when I told you I thought Charlie had put me on a pedestal so that he wouldn't have to deal with how he found me? Well, I want to get down from that pedestal. I want Charlie to take me as I am. Please don't take offense, Rod. I think you're very exciting But, honestly, I might never have given myself into your blackmail if I thought Charlie was on my side. And I know I wouldn't have thrown myself at Tim if I knew Charlie was being faithful to me. You understand, don't you, Rod?" "I understand that Charlie Sutton is one of the dumbest guys living if he can't realize what he has in you, Toni." "Thank you, Rod. But what can be done? Should I confront Charlie?" "No. Don't do that. I'll think of something." "You? Why should you get involved with Charlie and me?" "Toni, I'm already involved. Speaking of involvement, there's a piece of unfinished business to attend to." "Where are you going? Don't leave me up here alone." "Be right back." Rod made his way down into the cabin. He took the envelope from a jacket pocket and picked up a book of matches from the bar. Tim was still snoring. Rod smiled at him and said,"Here's that picture you'll never see again, pal." He stopped before going back up on top and looked down at the envelope. There was only one more photo after this one, and now he knew that it had to be used to somehow bring about a conclusion to the blackmail he had started, a conclusion that would free Mrs. Sutton from his scheming and regenerate her marriage with Charlie. But how? When he returned to Mrs. Sutton and lay down next to her, he handed her the envelope and the matches and said,"The second photo. You do it." Mrs. Sutton struck a match, lighting up the whole night for a split second, and brought the tiny flame to a corner of the envelope. They watched the paper burn and followed the ashes as a quick breeze from out of nowhere took the blackened traces of the picture across the pale face of a three-quarter moon. "Well, my young blackmailing lover," Mrs. Sutton said as they both looked up into a dark blue sky," What do you have in store for me next?" In an instant, it all came together for Rod. He knew what was next. Anguish stabbed at the pit of his stomach as he thought what he was going to require from Mrs. Sutton to earn the third and final photo -- and what he was going to require from himself. To be concluded in"Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: Final Photo."