1 comments/ 46044 views/ 5 favorites Jerry's New, Young, Eye-Candy Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort Sabrina could not decide if she was happy or disappointed about her three dates with Jerry. So far, he was respectful and reserved; not exactly what Heather had told her he would be. For two years, Heather had been the woman Jerry called for dates and companionship. Heather had to return to Minnesota to be with her family. At least for now, she was giving up stripping and being an occasional escort. Sabrina wondered why Jerry treated her differently than he treated Heather. She went over and over her conversations with Heather. "Sabrina, I know how you and your son are struggling financially. I see you anguish over the collection calls on the debts your ex left you. Have you ever considered dating a generous older man?" "You mean hooking? I could never do that." "I'm not talking about hooking. I'm talking about being a companion to one nice guy who can afford your time and doesn't like to go places alone. We are both strippers, we know the score. You aren't a virgin, you aren't married and you have a kid to support." "I don't think I could do that." "Well think about it. It's OK to date guys with money, you know? You met Jerry at dinner a few months ago. He often needs a date for business functions; he is a good gentle man and a great lover. He will excite you, take you many places and push your sexual limits if you let him. When I leave, he will be looking for another girl." Over the next weeks things got worse, so Sabrina called Heather, "Please tell Jerry that I would like to go to a business function or two with him. I don't think I can do the other." For their three dates, Jerry was proud to show Sabrina off as his new beautiful tall longhaired brunette eye candy. He always met with her for an hour before each event and briefed her, even telling her a cute story or two to share during the night. She was already better with his contacts than Heather ever was. He voiced his approval, bought her outfits for the special evenings and gave her several hundred dollars after every date. He kissed her twice, even ventured a French kiss, once. He did not press. Sabrina did not feel cheap. She liked Jerry. He was strong, confident and successful. Sure he was thirty years older than her inexperienced twenty-four but even that was comfortable. She decided to talk more openly the next time they went out. After a successful working dinner at a nightclub with his agent, his publisher and their wives, Sabrina suggested they stop for a late coffee about midnight on the way home. "Jerry, Heather told me about your times together. You are different with me." "I am not like the young, testosterone driven studs you have been with. I want you to enjoy your time with me. I have not felt you wanted to be any more than my date for special functions. When I have kissed you, you have held back. Your lips have been hard, your tongue stingy and your body stiff under my touch. I appreciate your beauty and the way you handle yourself. It helps my business. I will not force myself on you. I do find you very attractive and desirable. Your body has excited me several times - especially when I dance with you. I know you have noticed." "You do get lumpy." "See you did notice." "Yes, but I don't want you to think of me as a prostitute." His answer was stern, "You will never be a prostitute in my eyes or anyone else's. I will be traveling to Europe soon. It is so much more fun to travel with someone than to travel alone. Heather and I went out many times. We were not lovers until we went on a cruise to Hawaii together." "I would feel funny doing that." "That's ok. Before my wife died, we went on many trips. The trips weren't any different with Heather than with her. Both were friends that I enjoyed spending time with and occasionally had mutually satisfying sex with." She was quiet. "Sabrina, don't fret. I will offer. I will hope for a "Yes" but I will not be offended by a "No." I realize you have a young son. For most of the trips, you would have to arrange care for him. I know how difficult that is." "So, you're not disappointed?" "I'm OK. But I really want a good passionate kiss from you. We have had enough table dances with me to know how oral I am. I have enjoyed kissing and tasting your body more than once in the cubical at the bar." The stripper named, "Desire," blushed. She would show her body and tease by putting her pussy's juice on her fingers and letting a customer taste them, but she was shy when such things were put into words outside the bar - strange, hard to understand, but real and beautiful. When Jerry walked her to her door that evening, the light was on. Sabrina's mother was home and Sabrina worried that she might be watching. He brought his hands up tenderly to caress her ears and neck. His hands were strong when they cupped her face and tilted her head in line with his. "Close your eyes my beautiful, Desire. Let me kiss your sweet, soft lips, Goodnight." For the first time, it wasn't work; she wanted to give him what he wanted. It was just her lips that she surrendered but the gift was sincere. She had never relaxed, felt equal and freely given herself to a man. His warm lips touched hers. She felt him inhale, taking her breath and drawing it into his lungs. He felt no resistance from her. His tongue pushed tentatively and she sucked at it. There was not the rough demanding clumsy passion that she was used to. His smell and his taste filled her senses and she wanted more. He licked just inside her lips. She offered her tongue. He licked at it and sucked softly. She was not performing now. She enjoyed his tongue and was enjoying how he appreciated hers. Her body fought to resist but her clit started to push from under its hood, warmth spread between her legs and flushed across her breasts. Their kiss lasted and their bodies squirmed to touch more of the other. Jerry finally lifted his lips from hers and kissed each of Sabrina's closed eyes. She barely heard his words, "That was beautiful. Your lovely body plays mine easily." It felt so right, so natural, without thought she let her hand trail down his body, over the front of his gray slacks. Her fingers closed around his almost hard shaft. He was very still and whispered so his breath caressed her ear, "Did your body feel our kiss?" "Yes." He rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, how I would love to taste you, please you and watch your face when you cum." Her body wanted more of his touch, but she was too young to know how to lead an older man. He throbbed in her hand and then pulled away. "You have given me a wonderful evening. I think you know I am infatuated with you. I'll call you early Sunday. Maybe we can go for a picnic or something and talk, if you can get away. Bring Aaron, if you want. Goodnight, pretty one." So quickly, he was gone. Inside, her mother was asleep. Her hand could still feel how the blood pulsed through his cock. Sabrina leaned against the door and reached under her skirt. She was soaked. She reached around the leg of her panties and slipped two well-manicured fingers inside rubbing across her clit as they slowly sank to the hilt. At first her thrusts were barely noticeable; her eyes closed again. Her thumb molested her large nub and she quickly gained speed. Her fingers were squishing in and slipping out, only to go in again. Her thighs tightened, her toes curled, her cunt sucked like it had not done before. She came. Her knees began to weaken but her fingers kept up their assault. She never came more than once. But this time her body needed more. Her fingers were flying when she heard her own groan of pleasure and release. She slid down the door, struggling for breath. In a few minutes, sanity returned. Sabrina realized she was spread, exposed, with two fingers still buried in her cunt. She was sitting on her soaking wet skirt and she could smell her hot clean juices. The cool shower felt good on her flushed skin. Jerry had excited her and frightened her. He was not predictable. He could not be controlled like the men she danced for at the bar or the young ones she had dated. Heather was right; he would challenge her, find her limits and push her beyond them. Even as a wave of fear swept over her, her clit tingled and her cunt contracted searching for something. -------------------------- True to his word Jerry called at nine a.m. Sunday. "Hi, my lovely, did I wake you?" "Yes, I had to work last night and didn't get home until three." "It's raining today. We can go to a pseudo business function. Are you up to a walk around the Art Museum this afternoon?" That sounded boring but she decided to suffer through. "Mom can keep Aaron. What time will you pick me up?" "How about two? Just wear something comfortable; there are lots of stairs. There will be a wine tasting, then free time and then the usual tasteless light buffet." Sabrina knew that Jerry had collected art for years. She had heard that he even had quite a collection of erotic pin-up art - signed works from Sorayama, Olivia, Sugar, Koufay and a dozen others. They only toured the special exhibit that would open to the public in two days. Sabrina was fascinated at the beauty and wealth of the currently touring small fraction of the Tutankhamen treasures. Jerry's running commentary brought life to the articles; she could imagine the lives of the artists, builders, royals and common people of ancient Egypt. He made the people real, passionate and sexual - like she felt with him. When it came time to decide where to have desert on the way home, she surprised herself by saying, "I would like to see all of your art some day." "How about I make coffee and desert at my place and I'll give you the nickel tour?" With some apprehension she answered, "OK, but I have to be home early." "Or your carriage will turn into a pumpkin and I will have to search the kingdom for you using your tiny glass slipper." "I wear a ten, Jerry." "All right, I'll find you by matching feet to the combat boot you leave behind." She slugged him in the arm. He loved it. Finally, she was relaxing and playing. Sabrina knew Jerry was successful. He drove a new Jaguar sedan and never seemed to run out of money at the club or when they went out. But she was not ready for the three-story Victorian on a gated, landscaped three acres. She was not ready that he lived there alone most of the time. The housekeeper came three days a week and the gardeners only once. There were five bedrooms - each with its own bath. There was a living room, an office suite, a library/music room, a dining room, a den and a kitchen that belonged in a restaurant. He responded to her surprise. "Once there were many people here – my sons, my wife, friends and strangers. Now, there is only me." He had not shown her his downstairs bedroom but told her to continue to look around while he cooked and made coffee. She really did not like coffee, but she would drink it today. Most of the art she saw was strange to her but all of it was beautiful, a lot of oriental influence, everything signed, bright and colorful. The furnishings and paneling were expensive. She opened the door to his bedroom and fumbled for the switch. The air rushed from her lungs when light flooded the room. Here was his erotic art. Lots of fetish art of dominance, submission, bondage, satisfied women with filled runny cunts, a smiling woman squirting into the air, mermaids, flowers that looked like the lips of her pussy, glistening pearls in petals that needed to be licked like her clit. Jerry's arms slipped around her waist and he nuzzled his lips into her neck. "You have discovered one of my naughty pursuits. Are you shocked?" He kissed and licked at her earlobe while he waited for her reply. "They are beautiful. Some are shocking and disturbing." "How about exciting?" "Yes, but don't tell anyone I said that." "I thought you might be a little naughty - maybe a little kinky, if given the chance?" "I don't know." "Come on, time for desert." She had turned and almost taken her first step when he added, "Unless you want to undress and let me eat my desert off your lovely nude body?" Again a shock went directly between her legs. She wanted to be his plate but instead, she said, "Let's eat in the kitchen." "Oh darn." Jerry led the way and she followed. He talked but she did not hear him. Her mind could not quit thinking of what she had seen and what he had said. Half-way through a cream-filled crape, she interrupted him, blurting out, "Would you actually eat off me?" He was very convincing. His voice was soft, slow, quite and raspy, "In a second. Anytime, anywhere and for hours. I would mix desert with your juices and share them with you." He walked behind her, stroked her shoulders and continued in a whisper. "I would lick you until you could take no more. You would be sticky. You would fight because you would be tender. I would tie you and tease you until you begged me to let you cum. Still I would tease you until you gushed feeding me juices from inside your womb. Then I would treat you to more pleasure than you have ever known. I would be in heaven watching your body fly." Sabrina was having trouble breathing. Her eyes had closed so only his words filled her senses. Jerry slowly pulled her sweater over her head and opened the buttons on her blouse. Something cold was smeared from her neck to the top of her right breast. His lips and tongue began to lick, nibble and feast off her skin. The cream smelled sweet, melted into tiny streams and ran into her bra. His tongue was warm, active and exciting pushing through the white dollops. Somehow, her bra disappeared and cold whipped cream decorated each nipple, causing them to stand uncomfortably rigid. She heard his coffee cup clink back into the saucer. She flinched when his hot coffee filled mouth melted the cream and sucked, almost burning her cold nipples. Sabrina never wanted this to end. Jerry worshiped her breast for long sweet, cold, hot, exciting and sometimes pleasantly, uncomfortable minutes. "Stand up." She had no thought of resisting but her heart pounded noisily in her ears. He unbuckled her pants and pulled them and her panties down in one motion. He sat her down again and took her left shoe off and pushed the pants and panties off that leg, leaving everything bunched around her right ankle. Sabrina brought her hands up for protection but he caught them and tied them behind her to the heavy wooden chair with table napkins. She knew she could kick and pull her hands free but she wanted to believe his words, "You are helpless now. You cannot stop me. So just surrender to my touch. Let yourself enjoy what your body can do and what you cannot prevent. I won't hurt you except to set up your pleasure." She flinched at the word "except" but remained Jerry's submissive. For the next thirty minutes, Sabrina was submitted to the most exquisite torture she had ever endured. Jerry used a fork from the table to rake lightly across her skin. His lips and fingers followed the slightly painful path of the four cold steel prongs. Sometimes his lips were hot from coffee. Sometimes cold from a sip of ice water. Some touches were soft, gentle and warm. Other times his fingers were sticky with whipped cream and they would pinch and roll her nipples and skin squishing the cream out for his trailing lips to suck and lick. He teased every inch of her from the waist up. He licked and sucked her pierced belly button, her neck, the inside of her elbows, under her arms and down her sides. Not once did he tickle her. For a few minutes he only touched her warmly and softly. She had relaxed and was floating when he pressed an ice cube directly between the lips of her pussy bringing it to rest for a few hurtful moments on her large clit. He pulled her hips forward and licked, briefly warming her iced pussy. He held her pearl between his lips, touched it with the tip of his tongue and then moved away. Sabrina moaned in complaint. Jerry pushed her chair farther out and scooted away from her on his knees. He lifted her naked foot and kissed every inch of it. His tongue snaked out and licked her toes as his hands softly, too softly, rubbed almost to her cunt and found another route back to her ankle. Her legs showed goose pimples but her toes sent little surges of pleasure to her lonely pussy. Each toe was lovingly sucked. His mouth was warm, soft and wet. Each toe felt the shock of coolness as he left it to suck the next one. He removed her right shoe and her clothes crumpled to the floor. Sabrina now felt strangely exposed. She knew that was silly. Most nights she was nude in front of dozens of men. But Jerry's touches were now on her totally nude, tied body. She grabbed at the back of the chair and squeezed, letting her mind imagine she was struggling against her ropes, feeling helpless to stop what he was going to do to her. He worshiped her newly bare foot as he had the other and too slowly kissed his way up. He grasped her hips and easily slid her to the edge of the chair. Her legs opened wider automatically. Fleetingly she thought, "I did not mean to do that." Jerry's lips sucked and tugged lightly at the lips of her pussy. Her lips were larger now that she had given birth. He liked them that way. They were wet, red and swollen. He tortured himself because he wanted to fill his mouth with her taste, but her lips only provided a little of her body's magnificent nectar. Sabrina hoped he would not be disappointed. He opened her with his thumbs and spoke directly between her legs, "You are the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. Your clit is large, proud, free of its hood and asking to be licked." Her body shuttered as he licked, sucked and kissed. He was so quiet and content at his task. She was getting closer and closer when he spoke again, "Nothing in my life has ever tasted as good as you." When he lowered his lips and tongue to her clit again, Jerry pushed two fingers in, pressing knowingly a magic spot that she did not know she had. Her body tightened, his fingers pushed and slid in little circles, inside her, under her clit. Her need was building and she sensed that his need was to do exactly what he was doing. She was on the edge. He stopped. Her cunt, her stomach, her mind hurt. He licked and began to suckle again at her nipple sized nub. She got close again and felt his teeth lightly close over the sensitive pearl. Her mind panicked, "Would her bite her? Would he hurt her? Would he maim her?" Her heart pounded and she retreated from the edge again. His teeth disappeared and his lips nursed softly. Jerry's fingers were relentless and ripples were flowing through her womb like never before. She felt she had to pee. The reserve and the caution that she always felt disappeared like a morning fog. Her mind was gone. Only her body, nerves and pleasure existed. She had liked his words about flying and soaring but thought they were only a visual part of his game. Her body seemed to open and in her pleasure she freely jumped from the cliff into some unknown, boundless, welcoming climax. She flew. She did not settle toward the ground. Her body tightened again and she went higher. Warmth bathed her thighs. Again, an upward current launched her higher into the clouds and she heard pleading animal sounds come from deep inside her body. In time, Sabrina could not take any more. She struggled to get her body away and clamped her thighs tight around his head, keeping his mouth and tongue just out of reach of her now too sensitive pussy. Contractions, continued to ripple through her body until finally she collapsed forward onto him as much as her bound hands would allow. She was nearly asleep when he pushed her upright. She looked into his eyes. They were watery and happy. His face and shirt were soaked. He untied her, dried her with the napkins, led her to the couch and covered her with a big comforter. Jerry removed his wet shirt and joined her under the covers. He held her quietly, pulling her back against his hairy chest as she recovered and dozed for most of an hour. Jerry's New, Young, Eye-Candy Ch. 01 The fire crackled; the room was lit only by the flickering flames. "You said I had to get you home early." Neither Sabrina nor Jerry spoke while he gathered her clothes, guided her to the bathroom and helped her wash up and dress. He disappeared to get another shirt, while she relieved herself. Finally, in the car, they talked, "I did not know you squirted." "I didn't know it either. I never have before. Sorry, I got you all wet." "Don't be sorry. I loved every second. Your body is a piece of heaven." The night was pitch dark and it was raining when he stopped the car in front of her mother's house and turned off the engine. "Jerry, you gave me many firsts tonight. I have never cum so many times and so hard." He walked around the car and opened her door, "Thank you." She added, "I wish, I had taken care of you." "If you want to, kneel, unzip me, suck me off." "Here? It's raining. We are in front of my mother's house." "I know. It is dark. No one can see." Sabrina had never risked anything like this. Never risked sex in public or where she could be caught. But it was exciting, taboo and she wanted to. She knelt in front of him. Her knees sunk into the soggy, wet grass. Instantly, her slacks were soaked from the knees down. Rain ran down her hands as she fumbled with his zipper and reached for his now rigid cock. She gave up trying to fish him out of the small opening, unbuckled his pants and pulled everything down to his thighs. He was right, it was dark. She wanted to see it, but couldn't. Her hand and mouth would have to satisfy her curiosity. She lowered her face slowly. His scent was musky, clean but unwashed for the day. Her head swam. His dick was slippery with hot precum and cold rain as she pushed it past her lips and tasted him on her tongue for the first time. His groan matched hers. She began to suck. Later, he would teach her. For now it was good enough. Her body was on fire. Jerry told her, "Finger yourself while you suck me." Like lightening, she pushed her right hand into her pants. Her middle two fingers slipped into her cunt and her thumb rolled her clit against the side of her index finger. Her own touch, the fear of being discovered, Jerry's wonderful cock in her mouth and the memories of being satisfied this evening were too much. Sabrina was cuming again - cuming hard, grunting around his shaft, trying to remember to suck through a demanding, breath stealing climax. As she finished, Jerry began to thrust gently into her mouth. He did not grab her head. She hated that. He said, "Help me with your hand." Her left hand would have to do. Her right felt too good right where it was. She wanted to do this for him and wanted to feel him cum. After a day of stimulation, her lips and hand were rapidly having an effect. All he said was, "Now." She had not thought this through. When he came, she wanted his cum inside her. She swallowed. She could feel how he struggled not to fall. She easily handled what he pumped into her mouth. It was salty and sweet and had a smooth consistency. Her ex had produced a lot and it was lumpy and often bitter. She usually had spit everything out. She did not want to lose any of what Jerry was giving her. She pulled her thumb up the underside of Jerry's cock, milking the last drops from him. She rolled those final drops in her mouth so every taste bud would be bathed and she could savor him a little longer. He lifted her. She could feel his still hard cock pulsing against her belly. In bare feet or low heels she was the same height as Jerry. With his kiss, he tasted his cum in her mouth and that kept his cock from softening. Sabrina heard pain and regret in the sound of his words, "For this minute, I want more than life itself to make love with you. But you will have to come to me and ask for that. It would never be good for me unless I knew you wanted me as much as I want you." He straightened his clothing, buckled and zipped up. They walked silently to the door, hand in hand. In the dim light that came from inside, Sabrina could see Jerry's eyes were misty with more than the rain that now ran down from his hair. He kissed her goodnight, squeezed her hand and discretely pressed her fee into her palm. She heard a deep, deep sadness and loneliness in his voice, "Goodnight, Sabrina. Thank you for being my date tonight." Uncharacteristically, he turned and left her at her door, not waiting for her to disappear inside. Her brain was overloaded. She had a million things to think over, a million things to evaluate and judge, like she always did. He was too old for her. Surely the freedom, pleasure and openness he led her into was wrong. But her sore pussy, sticky body and the taste of his cum in her mouth were so very right for now. Jerry's New, Young, Eye-Candy Ch. 02 All of Jerry's plans got speeded up after Sabrina came to his house that first time. His book tour to Europe was advanced. He did ask but she said she could not go because of her son. It would be too much to ask her mother to take care of Aaron for a month. In fact that month became four. Jerry extended and took time off to visit all the places in Italy that he had longed to see for years. But now, after some months of rushed writing, life was back to normal at home and he needed some beautiful eye candy on his arm again. "Sabrina this is Jerry Simms. I have an important dinner, reading and signing on Saturday the thirteenth. Are you available to be my date and make me look good in public, like you used to do?" She did not sound right but she said all the right words, "Sure, I would love to go with you. Tell me what to wear and all the details." After a twenty minute talk and Jerry saying he would send her a copy of his most recent mystery, he had to get back to work. "I'll pick you up about five. We'll get a bite to eat and then be there at seven." "Jerry, I don't live at the same place. Mom, Aaron and I now have an apartment in downtown Portland. Let me give you the address." Sabrina had lived in her mom's quaint, nicely furnished home. It was bright, colorful, filled with flowers, life and pets. Jerry wondered what had happened but that conversation would have to wait. Sabrina rushed out to meet him in the parking lot of the boxy, crowded together apartments. She looked like a million dollars from a distance. Up close she looked tired. "I skimmed your new book, so I won't sound like a dummy." "What did you think of it?" She blushed, glanced away and changed the subject. The restaurant was too close for much of a conversation. After the question and signing period, Jerry drove Sabrina home and walked her to her apartment. Her mom, Susan, opened the door and invited him in. Sabrina seemed uneasy with that. The apartment was not them. It was furnished with thrift store and rented furniture. It was bland and lifeless. When Jerry asked, "Why did you leave the other house?" Susan's eyes filled with tears but she was bursting to answer. "I really screwed us up, Jerry. You know my husband died a few years ago and I finally started seeing a man named Ron about a year ago. He just took over and forced us out of our own house when we tried to get him to leave." They talked for a while over a couple of cups of Susan's bad coffee. As both Susan and Sabrina talked the pieces began to fit. Susan's husband had taken care of everything. Once he died, both she and her daughter were lost souls. Sure they worked, had some income but the days seemed without purpose and aimless. Sabrina had gotten into meth for a while, had an abortion and slept around. Susan was on Prozac. Aaron was not doing well in school. They were behind on the rent and their cable had been turned off. "Will the two of you let me help?" Susan was cautious, "We could use some help but why would you do that. We've only met a few times." "I live in a big, lonely, quiet house. You could move in with me for a while. I could use the company. The kind of help you need is easy for me. You two can help me keep the house looking good, catch me up on my office work. Let's make it a six month deal. I'll work for you and you work for me." Susan is a good looking fit, 5'2", 110 pound, late forties woman with sparkling green eyes and bottle auburn hair. She can say very blunt things, un-offensively, "Would you expect anything else from either of us?" "Expect? NO. I am a strong, playful male and both of you are desirable. But I'm not your Ron. I don't want to take anything from either of you. I would never take advantage of the situation or pressure you. If something happened it would have to be mutual. I'm offering you my help in exchange for your efforts around the house for a few months. That is all." Sabrina finally spoke up, "Mom, it sounds perfect. Maybe we could get the house back and get on our feet again." "I just want to know that we are not going to be slaves working 20 hours a day .............." "Susan, Sabrina has been to my house and knows a little about me. I have a maid and gardeners. I trust my judgment, live an ordered, quiet life, make the decisions and expect support and respect around my house. Talk to your daughter and decide. Let me know your decision. I thank you for the coffee. Sabrina, as usual, you were perfect as my date tonight. Now I really have to get home. I have lots of work to do tomorrow." About noon the next day Sabrina called, "Jerry, Mom and I would like to take you up on your offer. However, there are a few lose ends. We do not know how to get out of the rental contract for our furniture, get Aaron transferred in school and ..." "Leave all of that to me. I'll have someone contact you and your mom tomorrow." Jerry called his publisher, "Morton, I need a few things. First, loan me Robyn for a week. Second, I need you to find me the meanest, most vindictive, effective and politically connected lawyer in the northwest." "Robyn will be delighted. She is between assignments and would love to be out of the office for a while. You know she has a crush on you?" "No, I did not know. But she has a monster of a boyfriend." "Not any more. That's over. What is the barrister for?" "I have some friends who are being badly taken advantage of by a sleaze ball. I want him reduced to nothing." "Your wish is my command. I know just the asshole. How is book #7 coming?" "Do these things for me and I'll bring it in early and it will outsell the others." "Deal!!!" ------------------------- Robyn is an exceptionally effective administrative assistant. Over the next week, she got Susan, Sabrina and Aaron moved in, their rented furniture returned, drove them to meet Tom "Never Loose" Hodges and got Aaron settled in his new school. Robyn had to drive because Susan's old bedmate had also relieved her of two cars. Robyn got all three of the new house guests in for complete physicals. Amazingly, they all checked out clean. About nine a.m. on Friday, Robyn's last day, she wandered into the kitchen. "Jerry, it is nice that you are helping Susan, Sabrina and Aaron. I'm afraid you are going to have your hands full." She held out a thick folder of information. Aaron had letters from his old school about not turning in homework and skipping days. There was a big packet of unpaid bills and a preliminary report from "Never Loose." "It looks like I need to have a "family" meeting. " "Are you like the dominate men in your stories?" "Well, I had to learn from somewhere." "I would like a dominate man in my life for a while. Someone like you." "What a wonderful thought. I don't accept part timers. Either you submit or you don't. Either you want to please me or you don't. Either I control your body or I don't." Robyn put her coffee down, stood with her legs about two feet apart, locked her hands behind her back, bowed her head and said, "I would like for you to control my body." The pose was from one of Jerry's books. In reality, he had not seen such a pose in many years but his cock lurched anyway. "Robyn, are you truly submissive or are you just toying with the lifestyle as you understand it?" "I don't know, Jerry. At home when I'm alone, I dream about serving, giving and being controlled. I have always had thoughts like that, but I have never been in such a relationship." He walked to her, stood directly in front of her. "Close your eyes. Kiss me." Jerry wanted to see what she would do. He was much taller and did not bend to help. Robyn kissed what she could reach - first, just above the first button and then down and across to lick each rigid nipple through his thin silk shirt. She blew her hot breath through the fabric. "What do you have on under your skirt?" "Panties." "Never wear panties in my presence." Robyn unlocked her arms, reached under her skirt, removed her panties, placed them by her coffee cup, locked her arms behind herself and closed her eyes again. Jerry bent down and licked her lips. Her mouth opened slightly. He said, "Suck" and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked hungrily. While she worked, Jerry brought his right hand slowly up the inside of her thighs and cupped her smoothly shaved pussy. She moaned into his mouth. "Inhale Robyn. Take my breath into your lungs and live on what kept me alive a minute ago." She inhaled and her hips thrust taking his middle finger into her body. She was hot and wet; her hips rolled so her clit would rake across his hand on every thrust. "Back up." Her eyes opened and she looked behind her. Jerry's left hand squeezed her right nipple hard. She recoiled in pain and looked questioningly into his eyes. "I did not tell you to open your eyes or question my instructions. If I say jump, you must trust. You must obey. You must give yourself to me." Robyn closed her eyes again. "Pull your skirt high and back up." Her hot ass was shocked when it touched the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator door. When she jumped, she drove his finger the rest of the way into her cunt. His finger was well schooled – rubbing across her clit, pressing into her g-spot, lightly touching the mouth of her cervix on every thrust and trailing her wetness to coat her swelling lips. Out of the corner of his eye, Jerry saw Sabrina at the kitchen door. He looked at her and held a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. She stood, watching. Robyn's body was needy. She began to cum in just a couple of minutes. Her juices flowed freely over his hand. She moaned and her knees gave away for a moment. The refrigerator and the finger in her pussy held her weight. That added pain took her immediately into a second orgasm and she thrust harder and wilder. She growled and brought her hands from behind her to hold on to Jerry. Her sheath was still contracting, sucking his fingers, when her eyes opened. She gasped when she saw Sabrina watching her. Jerry stepped to one side so Sabrina could see Robyn nude from the waist down with his finger inside her and her thighs wet with her cum. Robyn scrambled to cover herself and push his hand away. Robyn was trying to regain her breath and composure. She was bright red and very embarrassed. "Robyn, you are not ready. I would have to discipline you harshly for all that you did. You said you would submit to me. Yet, you kept trying to take control. You came without permission. You took your body from me. If you submit to me, you must be ready to be exposed to anyone I want to expose you to. You must be ready to endure what I want to do to your body. You must give me control over your mind, body, soul, embarrassment, pleasure and pain. I can teach you some day, if you really want to commit to finding that level of fulfillment." She looked ashamed and felt his disappointment. Her eyes pleaded. "Push your fingers into your cunt, Robyn. Get them wet. Then give them to me." She reached down with her right hand and pushed two fingers into her still swollen, still ready pussy. Tentatively she offered her glistening fingers. Jerry took her hand, separated her fingers and sucked one. "Want to try one, Sabrina?" Robyn tried again to pull away as Sabrina came to her. Jerry held Robyn's hand tightly as Sabrina sucked the rest of the juices from Robyn's fingers and hand. Robyn's body shuddered and a quiet, deep moan rolled from inside her body. Her knees did not want to hold her. "Touch her Sabrina and bring her wetness to my mouth." Sabrina did not question or hesitate. "Now, wet your hand again and let her taste herself." Again, Sabrina did as she was told but she took longer this time - squishing her fingers in and out of Robyn's glistening cunt. When she presented her long manicured wet fingers to Robyn's lips, Robyn sucked and licked her own juices hungrily. "See, Robyn, how exciting it can get, if you do not resist me?" Jerry left the room and went to his office to begin the day's writing. In about an hour, Robyn came to say goodbye. "It is time for me to head back to the city." "I want to thank you for all you have done to help me this week. If you worked for me, we would own the world in a year. Robyn, I hope I did not push your limits too far this morning. I should have stopped when Sabrina came into the kitchen. Please accept my apology, I did not mean to embarrass you." "Jerry, I have never been touched by a woman before or acted even a moment on the submissive thoughts I have had all my life. I was always taught that such thoughts were weak." "We all have many roles that we play in the many parts of our lives. You can be strong and dominate in business and still wish to be submissive to your lover." "Is Sabrina your submissive?" "No, Sabrina is not my submissive or even my lover. Today just happened. Please accept my apology." "I loved every second. My body is still trembling inside." "Why did you allow yourself to be touched and used?" "I wanted to please you and do what you asked me to do. I wanted you to control me and take me where I have never been, but I was afraid." "You may be submissive. If you are, you will only find completion in the lifestyle. Google "D/s lifestyle" and see if the descriptions and submissive blogs describe you." "If you were my dom, would I have to wear a collar and be your slave?" "Read the websites before we talk. With me, you would have to trust me to do what is best for you. If I told you to wear a collar, of course, you would wear one. I don't have time for slaves. For now, you do not know me well enough to want to give yourself to me." "May I kiss you, goodbye?" "Where do you want to kiss me?" "Oh, I had not thought of that." "Kiss me on the lips, Robyn. Thanks again for all the help. I hope we can work together again soon." "So do I, Jerry. So do I." ----------------------------------------- After dinner that evening, the growing, temporary family stayed at the table to talk. "Aaron, I have reviewed all the letters from your former school. Each night you will sit with me at the kitchen table and we will review your home work. Your poor grades and bad attendance reflect on me. You will not degrade yourself, insult me or your family with such actions while you are living in my house. Do we understand each other?" "Yes." "What did you say to me?" "Yes, Sir." "Susan, Sabrina, the delinquent bills and loose ends that are in your lives are just as unacceptable as Aaron's grades and deportment. Starting tomorrow evening, we will set up a plan of recovery. On the first and the fifteenth of every month we will meet to pay bills and review your accounts and spending. We will review progress on getting your home back every time I learn anything new." Susan spoke up, "Jerry, we do not have any steady income other than my retirement. I got us in trouble by thinking I could get help from Ron Collins and then he took our house. Sabrina tried to make money stripping. But she hated it so much, she took drugs and they got away from her. We will do what you say, but we do not have enough money coming in to pay our debts." "I know that. Trust me. Meet with me. Let's find out how big the problem is. I'm sure we can find out a way for you to earn money and solve the problem." Sabrina hung out in the kitchen after the others had left. "Jerry, I did not do well in school and I do not have secretarial skills or things like that. My body is pretty good. Stripping or using my body is all I could think of to make money." "Did you try to use it in other ways than stripping?" "I didn't sell myself, if that is what you mean. I did try to attract guys who were financially sound, but that did not work. I kept picking the wrong guys. Most did not have any money either."' "Most? Were there a lot of them?" "I'm afraid so. Seldom was I with any one more than a week." "Why?" "I discovered lies, they did not respect me or it just felt wrong. Mostly it felt wrong." "Make a list of what you like to do. How you like to spend your days. Then let's talk." "This morning was very wild." "Did it excite you?" "Yes." "Tell me how you were excited." "You controlled Robyn. Used her. Told me what to do." "Why did you do what I told you?" "It seemed right and it was all new to me. Your control freed and excited me." "Don't tease me." "No, I mean it." "Even if I told you to get naked, bend over the dining room table filled with food, fucked you from behind and your mother walked in?" "Yes, I would still do what you told me." "Are you trying to use me like your weekly lovers used you?" Sabrina looked hurt and started to walk away. "Come here Sabrina." She returned and stood defeated. "You know that I have always found you very desirable. Your body turns me on and I would enjoy making love with you. Your youth and your beauty are intimidating. I would always wonder if you would come home to me after seeing all of the handsome young studs at the mall every day." "I am not like that." "We'll see. You have only been here a few days." He turned off the kitchen lights and started to leave. "Sabrina, after all these months, do you taste as good as Robyn did this morning?" "My pussy is so much better." "When you are ready, masturbate for me and let me taste you." She pushed a chair out from the table, took her slacks off, sat down, pulled the leg of her panties wide and began to rub her clit in circles. "Please watch me, Jerry. I like you to watch me and I like to do what you tell me. I like being naughty for you." He pulled another chair out and sat between her outstretched legs. Her fingers were practiced. While her left hand pulled, holding her lips open and stretching her clit out of its sheath, she put the first two fingers of her right hand along the side of her clit and began to rub. Her strokes were deliberate and even. Sabrina stretched her legs even wider and leaned her head back onto the dining chair as her eyes remained locked on Jerry's. He listened, enjoying the squishing sounds. She was getting wetter and was close but her climax was avoiding her. Jerry reached out and pushed the middle finger of his right hand in about three inches, curled it and searched for her magic, spongy spot. A little tremble went through her thighs when he found the prize. His hand did not touch hers or interfere in any way with her clit abuse. His task was separate but the circular presses into her g-spot were timed with her fingers, forcing her clit out from the inside to meet her finger tips. "I'm going to pee." "No, you are not. When you are ready to cum, press down, like you are going to pee. Trust me. Do what I tell you." Sweat popped from her brow. She was fighting not to pee on the floor. He reached up and twisted her right nipple and said, "Do what I tell you, Sabrina, or it is going to hurt." That permission was magic. Her cunt contracted, pulsed twice, her legs began to tremble and her belly rippled. She fought to stay seated when her body curled. "Oh my God." Her legs came off the floor and she hissed out half a cup of hot clear liquid. It splattered on his shirt, on his forearm and onto the floor. He pressed harder and pulled her spot toward her pussy's mouth. When her clit bulged, he slipped to his knees before her and began to kiss and lick just above where his finger disappeared into her body. His reward was only a few seconds in coming, a scream and a shot glass full of female nectar gushed from some mysterious reservoir. Once more she fed his fetish. Jerry saved her offering and stood over her, kissed her and let her cum flow into her mouth. Her sheath was still pulsing when his finger slipped out. Her moan was long, loud, half tender pain and half complaint about the emptiness she felt. Jerry's New, Young, Eye-Candy Ch. 02 Jerry stepped away and stripped. She reached for his cock but he pulled her up. Her legs were unsteady as he guided her to the table and bent her over it and pressed her breasts into its cold polished surface. He reached to spread her legs but she spread them even wider than he had intended. When he guided the head of his cock to her wet body, her glistening cunt lips seemed to open, welcome him and suck him inside. One push and the helmet lodged just deep enough for her tightness to grip around the ridge. Jerry's IQ was falling. Another push, he was half way into her body. "Don't cum in me." He grabbed her hair and pulled arching her backwards, slapped her right ass cheek hard once, pulled even harder and slapped again. Her ass was already bright red. Jerry pulled back and slammed forward, pushing her and the heavy table about six inches. Two more long hard strokes and he was bottoming out; the head slipping past her cervix so it could lick his cock. "That is for me to decide my sub. Your job is to please me, to have your body suck the cum out of me, so it puddles inside your belly. Make your cunt suck me deep and hard enough that you to taste me. When I cum, you cum. Fly higher than ever before." There was no technique, only, hard, long thrusts that slapped his stomach into her ass cheeks. His hand on her back pressed the air out of her on each thrust. Her drive toward release had fogged her mind and she thrust back, challenging him to thrust again. Her body pulled at him. He imagined strong lips inside her sucking, trying to possess him. His cock was getting tender but resisting letting his balls empty into her womb. Finally, there was no stopping, no control, only animal lust. Jerry's body jerked and his balls drew up. He was sure all his organs were shooting out of his cock. He screamed, "I'm cuming." She answered, "Yes, fuck me. Cum in me. Harder. Harder." Between contractions, it was perfect. Sabrina's cunt sucked appreciatively. Three then four ropes shot into her, until Jerry had nothing else to offer her body. As he leaned forward, exhausted, his feet came off the floor, he rocked over onto her and she was supporting all his weight. Even so, she was almost asleep. In a couple of minutes he rolled off her, helped her up, sat down, pulled her into his lap and caressed her for a long time. "That was wonderful, Sabrina. The taste and feel of your body drove me wild." "I have never cum so completely. I wanted you to fill me up and you did." "Don't worry, Beautiful. I cannot make you pregnant." "That is almost too bad. Would you suck my breasts, if I got pregnant and they were full of milk?" "I would really enjoy doing that. Did you enjoy tasting your own cum and discovering it was not pee?" "Yes, that was wild but I am very tired." "Will you sleep with me in my bed?" "I would like to sleep and wake up in your arms, Jerry. But I don't think I should because of Aaron." They gathered their clothing and walked mostly naked to the door of the room she shared with her mom and son. They could have different rooms but this is what they wanted. Her goodnight kiss was a deep, passionate French kiss. --------------------------- Susan had coffee ready when Jerry made it to the kitchen early the next morning. "Sounded like you and my daughter had a hot time after dinner last night." He did not respond. "She was exhausted but I asked that she shower before coming to bed because her body smelled of sex." "Are you baiting me?" Aren't you a little old for Sabrina?" "We shared an evening together and it was wonderful. I think for both of us. I spent enough money on her at the bar that we got to know each other there. I've tried to meet women more my age but was not very successful." Sabrina came into the kitchen just as her mother spoke again, "Hell, you are even too old for me." "Mom!!! What are you saying? I initiated last night. Jerry, made me cum in ways I did not even know were possible and I've been with a lot of guys." "You two settle down, then wake Aaron and have a good breakfast. This old guy will go down to MacDonald's and have coffee with all the other decrepit old farts. Want me to bring you one, Susan, so you can tell him that he is too old to be allowed to live on the planet anymore?" It was near six p.m. when Jerry got home. He had just hung out, shopped and shot some practice games of pool. He was stinging from Susan's words and honestly wondering if he had taken advantage of the situation. The Subaru he had loaned Sabrina was gone and the house was quiet. He thought he was alone until Susan knocked on the jam of his open office door. "Can I come in and talk with you and apologize for this morning?" "That's how you felt, Susan. No apology is needed. I'm not so sure you were wrong." "No, I was wrong. Even jealous. My age is an issue for me and I tried to hurt you about yours." "There is nothing we can do about it. The years keep adding up no matter what. I'm sure you don't feel your age any more than I feel mine." Jerry knew Susan wanted to put all this behind them, but he did not think when he suggested, "Go get us some wine while I finish up here. We can sit and talk for a while." In her younger years Susan was an avid feminist. The way he worded his "request" rang too true to the old chauvinistic approaches that she detested. When he saw her bristle, he scrambled to recover. His fleeting thought was how his dominate ways were not threatened by serving. "Better yet, I'll get the wine and glasses. My writing has been junk this evening." Jerry had two glasses and two bottles of nice German Riesling, two candles, cheese, crackers, grapes and apple wedges when he returned. "May I pour for you?" She extended her glass. The once active feminist had on a feminine skirt and a non-burned bra. This was not proper militant attire. "What did you mean you might have been jealous about Sabrina and me last night?" "You are an attractive successful strong man. You paid attention to her and not me. Except for Ron, it has been a long time since a man paid attention to me. I felt old and undesirable." "Thank you for the compliment. You are anything but undesirable. However, you have never paid much attention to me or spent time with me - talking, cooking or anything." "That is what Sabrina said this morning. I was out of line." "Where is Sabrina?" "She and Aaron went to stay overnight with friends near our old house." They talked for a good hour. She asked about his writing, travels and hobbies. He asked about her growing up, school, marriage, work and dozens of other things. When he got up and poured them another glass of wine, he gently touched her neck as he passed behind her chair. She could be a nasty bitch. "Coming on to me, like you did my daughter, so you can put another notch in your bed post?" He was shocked. He stood in front of her with the intent of picking up some of the used plates. "Not at all. I should not have touched you. We should quit trying to talk tonight. You are still very angry and trying to strike out at me. I do not have or want the anger to fight with you." "You are too tired from fucking all the time." "Damn, woman, your daughter is 25 and has already had more cocks in her than the number of women I have met in my lifetime. Since you raised her, I guess you can identify all the men in the state by their dicks." The short, little firebrand jumped up and swung at his head. Jerry easily grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her. He sat down on the armless chair by the desk and pulled her into his lap. "Tell me why you are so mad? I was enjoying our talk and time together. Why did everything explode?" Her face was even with his. Her eyes were not filled with anger but they glistened like stars. She wiggled and he could feel the damp heat from her. No it was more than damp. He reached down under her skirt. No panties but a sopping hot swollen cunt. He raked his fingers through her wetness and brought them up to cup her face and smeared her juices on her lips, cheeks and chin. "Kiss me." "Like Hell." He strengthened his grip on her, held her head still by using her hair and repeated, "Kiss me." She did not move. Maybe he had read this all wrong. Certainly he did not want to force her. He let go of her head and released his hold on her. All she had to do was stand up and walk away. Instead, she did as she was asked, she kissed him - long, wet, opened mouth and passionate. Her tongue was demanding and her hips rocked, grinding her ass into his cock. Jerry's hands slid up to her breasts and she pinned his hands in place, never breaking their kiss. He did not know what to expect. Was this an act? Would there be another angry explosion? Did she want this to continue? He thought, "What the hell." He pushed her off his lap, stood, dropped his pants and shorts and sat back down. When he reached for her, she came to him, straddled his lap and guided his cock into her soaking, tight and hot pussy. This time he directed. He used her hips to rock her body and cause the top of his dick to rake back and forth across her clit as it sipped in and then out of her. On some strokes he pulled out even more, angling the tip up so it pushed into her g-spot when it entered her. She followed his directions perfectly. Jerry's hands were free to touch her and help as they learned to kiss – gently, demandingly and passionately. She copied each breath, each tongue movement, each lick. His hands explored her body, caressing, lightly pinching and pulling, all in time with her hips. Her body shuddered. Surely this was not an orgasm. Her movements did not slow. Her mouth hung open trying to get more air as some saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth. The fingers of his right hand wandered down and caressed her lovely ass cheeks. When they ventured between them and trailed lightly across her sensitive pucker, she did not miss a stroke but tried to move his hand away. Jerry just pinned her hand and continued. She struggled, so he wet his fingers in her slipperiness and pushed an index finger into her ass about an inch. She froze. He fucked her with his finger and his cock, until she began to move again. She was close but slowing and speeding up as if to torture herself. He reached over and retrieved one of the candles, lowered it to her rosebud and pushed, stretching her wider but no deeper. "No. Don't do that." "You seemed to like my finger." "No, I didn't" He pulled the candle away until her speed and roughness signaled that she was ready to cum and then he pushed the candle in a good four inches into her ass. She screamed and started cuming, wildly and roughly. "Fuck me, Susan. Let you body, fuck me dry." She growled and humped with longer strokes, driving the candle in an out of her ass. She continued on, riding another crest. Jerry pulled at her nipple with his other hand while he continued to work the candle. He could feel the candle running back and forth along his cock separated by just a thin membrane. Susan lifted torturing her g-spot on the head of his cock. More wetness seeped from her. She rose almost too far and dropped her full weight onto his cock. That drove him against her cervix and she whimpered but kept cuming in time with the thrusting candle in her ass. Jerry had enjoyed the show long enough, her cunt was sucking now. The head of his cock swelled and the shaft danced inside her. "I'm going to cum, Susan." "I know. Cum for me. Cum deep in me." He still half expected her to turn again. He began cuming; however, it was not the great powerful event like the night before with her daughter. Susan was winding down but with one last hard thrust she buried her face in his shoulder and sunk her teeth into his skin. For that he let go of the candle and heard it drop on to the floor just as both his hands slapped loudly onto her ass and pulled her tight driving that last inch home against the mouth of her womb. She had protected that last inch, sure it would not fit. But it did, with a little force. She thrashed about for another minute while the ripples through her body subsided. They felt their combined wetness run out of her pussy around his cock. Then only he felt those juices slide over his balls and drop free. Soon Susan said, "What was that?" "I think the last thirty minutes were sort of a two way consensual gentle rape." "Some of it wasn't gentle." "I have teeth marks to prove that." "And I have a stretched ass hole." Jerry laughed. Then she did too. e stood, took her hand and led her to his bedroom. She lay on her back and forgot her feminist objections to the missionary position. He had just cum but his dick was still hard because it had a new partner. Jerry fucked her because he could. He fucked her to make her cum. He fucked her to make her sore. Finally, he fucked her to cum for his pleasure and she happily drained him into a pile of limp, worthless male. Jerry was awake before Susan the next morning. The hot shower water felt good splashing on his chest while he drained his bladder. He had really missed something last night and needed to make up for it. After washing up at the sink, he took two warm wash cloths to wake Susan. When the first wash cloth touched her, his lips were close to her pussy and she spoke up. "What are you doing?" "I want to taste your beautiful pussy." "I'm not really into the oral stuff." "Humor me; suffer for me just one morning." All of her directions, rules and issues were irritating him. He decided to force her to cum, hopefully, against her will. He started two fingers working inside her and his thumb on her clit while he shifted upward and began kissing her. She objected to any kiss on the mouth because she feared that she might have bad morning breath. He kissed down her neck across her breasts and under her arms. She objected saying that she had not had her morning shower. He took the unused wash cloth, knelt over her and folded it. "Susan, relax and let me enjoy your body. Let yourself enjoy my touches and your body." When she started to speak, he pushed the wet wash cloth into her mouth. "Please, be quiet." He laid her arms out to her sides and kissed his way down to her belly button, over her ovaries – she was a little ticklish and squirmed under his tongue, across her neatly trimmed pubic hair, past her pussy – it showed its disinterest by arching upward. For long, slow, lazy minutes, she lay very still and let Jerry kiss and worship her legs, feet and inside her thighs. She helped when he opened her legs and exhaled quickly when he again slipped two fingers into her and began a firm massage of her g-spot watching his fingers distort her belly. Her hips were rolling and her breathing was ragged. Her eyes were closed and she moaned a complaint when he stopped moving his fingers. He liked her gasp when he sucked one of her pussy's lips, licked it, nursed it and licked as deep into her as his tongue would go. She welcomed the same treatment to the other lip and her legs widened. Susan's body had taken over from her mind. When he started to thrust into her again with two fingers, it rose up to meet him. A little whine escaped her lips. When his mouth closed over her clit all the air escaped from her lungs and a little spritz of her cunt's offering trickled down over his hand. She was his now. Several times Jerry repeated the cycle and backed off. The last time she cursed him, "Damn, You." Her hips were grinding up at his mouth and her body was open to his fingers' abuse of her swollen spongy g-spot. She expected that he would back off again. She growled from deep within her body, released a little more wetness and her hands tangled into the bedding. She held her breath and her hips began to tremble. He let his fingers get rougher and made them fly inside of her. Her shoulders lifted off the bed. He sucked hard and licked at her cunt. She screamed, gushed into his face flooding the bed and began to wildly hump into his hand. She thrashed about so wildly he had difficulty keeping up his movements to satisfy her. In just a few more seconds, Jerry realized he was seeing something he had witnessed only once before. Her body was tripping from orgasm to orgasm and could not stop. Her mind was totally into her pleasure. Her hands held on to the bedding, not reaching down to push him away from her hyper sensitive pussy. Her legs lifted off the bed, almost straight and began to shake. Another squirt found ways around his relentless fingers. She would not last much longer. Her cunt would be bruised. He thrust hard against her puffy mound and pressed even harder into her spot. She built even higher, her cunt was convulsing. He lifted his lips away. Her scream was one of anguish, at the top of her lungs. Her juices arched out of her body one last time, hitting him in the chest and then she collapsed, stone still and completely limp. He had enjoyed controlling her body, seeing it fly and now watching it passed out. Jerry covered her with a dry portion of the blanket and went to bathe again. He was dressed and opening the blinds when she stirred. She was disoriented. He went to her and held her. "Susan, your body is a delight; you are a passionate woman. Thank you for tolerating my oral desires. I would always be happy drinking from your body." Long minutes ticked away. "I passed out?" "Yes, and it was wonderful to watch. Did it frighten you?" "Yes, but I trusted you. You could have killed me and I would not have cared." Another minute or two, she tried to get up. Her muscles did not want to hold her and they hurt. He lifted her and carried her to the large shower, sitting her on the built-in seat. The steam jets slowly brought her around. She was still wobbly, when, with her head and body wrapped in towels, he guided her into the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. "Is Sabrina going to be very mad at us?" "No, she was very angry with my reaction to you and her being together. It was her idea that you and I spend some time together." "I guess this "Old Man" did not make enough impression for her not to share." "You made an impression on her. She talked about it until I got angry. I was still angry when I tried to apologize last night." "How about now? How about this morning?" "You almost killed me." "Is that a complaint?" "The way my body feels right now – yes. An hour ago, no." "I'm sorry. This morning, I finally got so tired of all your direction, rules and no-no's that I decided to see where I could get your body to go, even if I had to force it a little." "You succeeded. I still haven't processed all that happened." "When you are ready, let's have another glass of wine and talk about it." "Wine is how all this happened." "Ok, coffee then." "No, wine will be fine, but in a few days." That phrase could be taken two ways. Susan's slight smile let him know she at least was considering both meanings. About two, Sabrina and Aaron returned. Aaron was telling Jerry all about his visit with his old school friend and showing him some drawings, when Sabrina laughed very loudly and kept right on going. He had to go back to see what the fun was. Susan was sitting on a deeply padded make-up stool and Sabrina was leaning against the door jam. "What is so funny?" Sabrina was still finding the situation hilarious, "Tell him mom." Susan just shook her head, no. "Come on, let him enjoy this too." Susan blushed and turned the stool around. "Her pussy is sore and her body is so stiff she is having trouble walking. I've never seen her so mellow." Jerry leaned down and kissed Susan on the lips. It was a move of possession. Susan did not resist. Sabrina was a little surprised. Jerry's New, Young, Eye-Candy Ch. 02 "Thank you for suggesting we spend some time together. You are both delightful, wonderful women. I feel ten feet tall and two dozen years younger having you two around." There was a very pregnant pause in the conversation. "I am very pleased with both of you but I do not have any expectations. Don't worry or be upset. I do have some information from "Never Loose."" That took the conversation in a totally different direction. Jerry told them that they should be in their house again within a couple of months and that Ron would be on the hook for the house payments if he wanted to stay out of jail. Only one of Susan's cars had survived. After Aaron went to bed, Susan, Sabrina and Jerry relaxed in the den. "Come sit on my lap, Susan, I really enjoyed the underwear you did not have on last night." Sabrina's eyes flashed. This was new information about her naughty mother. "Get away from me and my sore pussy, you pervert." "Sabrina, I'm coming up in the world. "Pervert" is so much better than "useless old man."" "I'm sorry for fighting dirty. That was uncalled for." "Surrender is so much more fun." Susan was very quiet. "Mother does not like such words." "Surrendering is often a very powerful thing to do and can lead to wonderful mutual pleasure." "I don't like to think of being the slave of another." "Who said that? You are playing with words. If we had sex and you were on top, I could have my masculinity threatened by that or I could accept, allow and enjoy. Would I be a slave because I let you lead? If you hate the missionary position but do it because you love your partner – are you a slave or just trying to please him? No, Susan, surrendering your body to pleasure or to please another is a much higher calling."