Fostered Grandpa

a Short Story by Kellis

Summer, 2012

�At your age,� said Shep, �you�ve been around a lot.� What do you think of whores?�

Kyle�s eyebrows rose.� �You mean individually or generally?� Generally they save the world � or used to.�

�Really?�

�The world of horny young men, at least.� So-called �good women� have always been slow to open their legs.�

�Or their mouths!� said Shep in fervent agreement.

�Only slow for cocks,� agreed Kyle with a chuckle. ��Whereas an eager whore will fish out your cock for you, if you let her, even before you strike a deal.�

Shep sighed.� �Yeah.� I remember that.�

�As an institution, whoredom has historically saved the lives of a lot of women when times got hard.�

�Saved them?�

�From starvation.�

�From what?� Not in this country.�

�In Europe after World War Two.� My uncles couldn�t stop talking about the submissive women.� And my own experience in Korea: girls standing on the roadsides.� Even in this country after the civil war � and not just in the south.� Whenever times are hard.�

�If you say so.� I take it you approve of whores.�

Kyle nodded.� �As long as they�re willing, and lots of them always are.� I could never understand why people want to outlaw them.�

�You can�t?� Even I know the answer to that.� It�s your so-called �good women.��

�Are you sure?�

�Whores weren�t illegal in most places until we gave women the vote.�

Kyle thought it over.� �Well, that�s reasonable.� Good women wouldn�t tolerate the cheaper competition.�

�Right.�� Shep chuckled.� �Not many guys ever notice how much more expensive good women are.�

�It isn�t just cost.� Hot to trot whores blunt a woman�s best weapon.�

�If you mean denial of sex, I�d use a stronger word than �blunt.��

��Ruin?��� But Kyle shook his head.� �Actually of course it doesn�t work, as Lysistrata figured out.�

�Who?�

Kyle chuckled.� �An ancient Greek heroine.� Athenian women tried to stop a war by depriving their men of pussy.�

�Did it work?�

�For jokes, like, �What�s that under your tunic, a spear?��

Shep smiled.� �Sounds like the women missed it too.�

�Exactly.� Say, what made you think of whores?�

�End of the line on a train of thought.� See the woman sitting alone at that table near the bar?� She�s a fox, as the kids say, and she�s been nursing the same drink since we came in here.� I started wondering if she�s waiting for a proposition and my imagination ran away.�

�Maybe she is.�� Kyle cocked an eyebrow.� �Why don�t you go ask her?�

Shep chuckled defensively.� �At my age I�m afraid she�d say, �Yes.��

Kyle chuckled.� �I know what you mean.�� He studied the woman, who met his gaze frankly before looking away.� She was neatly made up with curly brown hair, wearing blouse, skirt and pumps.� Diamond studs flashed in her ears but the hand with fortyish wrinkles holding her glass was ringless.

He said, �Not that this one looks the same, but my god she reminds me of Linda!� That�s how I�d find Linda, sitting alone at a table, when I came in to the Green Bottle.� Linda was a little younger, but this is remarkable.�

�Who was Linda?� Did I know her?�

�Nah.� This was thirty years ago when I was a troubleshooter for Enwright Aviation.� What a great gal Linda was!� Willing and articulate.� I�ll never forget her.� If that one has anything like Linda�s personality, she�ll be great company.�

�I�ve seen two or three guys speak to her and walk off.� Maybe she�s choosey.�

�Hah, exactly like Linda!� What�s a slut, someone who�ll fuck anybody?� That wasn�t Linda.� She was a whore but not a slut: choosey, as you say.�

�I gather she chose you.�

�She did, I�m glad to say: as a client and also as a teacher of sorts.�

Shep huffed in disbelief.� �A what?� Whores that old don�t need teaching, pal!�

�Not for herself.�

Shep waited but finally said impatiently, �You gonna tell me the story or not?�

�Let�s get another drink.�

* * *

The Green Bottle was a club not so close to the plant that I was likely to run into anyone from Enwright.� I stopped in there on a lot of Seattle�s rainy evenings.� Early on I met Linda and took her back to the hotel.

She became my habit every time I was in Seattle.� We enjoyed each other�s talk as much as the fucking.� She�d blow me first then we�d go to dinner in the hotel.� Back in the room it was my turn to go down, then we�d have a nice long fuck.� After she came a time or two she�d get on top and we�d do what she called �fuck talk� � mainly bragging on previous adventures.� She especially liked tales about first times, kids getting started and so on.� Let me tell you, that�s a fun way to spend time with a woman � cock soaking in her belly while you swap brags � if you can find one who�s up to it.

Me?� In those days it would stay up as long as it was in a pussy.

VD?� After the first few times I didn�t worry about it with Linda.� She may have been the cleanest woman I ever knew.� And very selective: she�d only go with clean men.� I don�t know if it�s true, but she claimed she could taste disease in the eye of a dick.� She�d stick one in her mouth and spit it out if it didn�t taste right, which was the last chance for that guy.� This was before the AIDS scare but after the pill.� Most of our fucking was bareback.

No, our fuck talk is not what I meant by �teaching.�� That happened during my longest period with her, when I supervised installing the new production line in Seattle.� Had to site the machines, hire a bunch of people �� Sorry, you�re not interested in that.

Anyway, one night when I sat down at Linda�s table, she smiled her welcome and said, �What�s this � four nights in a row?�

�I�m going to be in town for a couple months.� Think you can stand me that often?�

�Every night for months?� People will think we�re married!�� She sniffed.� �Be careful or you�ll meet the common law requirements.�

�Would that be so bad, Linda?�

She lost her smile.� �Surely you know what I am, Kyle.�

�Tell me.�

�I�m just a little whore / Who wants dicks by the score.�

�Cute.�

�Well, it�s true, every word of it.�� She laughed dryly.� �In fact it may be an understatement.� Make it, Including a dose / Of dicks by the gross.�

She liked to do that: short rhymes right off the cuff: �couplets,� I think they�re called.

�I�m not asking for an exclusive.�

�You didn�t plan to show up every night?�

In fact that�s exactly what I�d planned to do.� She saw it in my face as I said, �Maybe not every night.�

Her eyes narrowed; she had thought of something.� �Actually, Kyle, you are a faithful client.� Maybe we can work something out.�

�I�m listening.�

She stood up.� �Keep your seat.� I�m going to make a phone call.�

I watched her walk away, hips swaying.� She was wearing her usual lacey blouse, short skirt, nylons and pumps.� Her figure was stunning, especially her legs.� She was all soft curves and lots of them, with plenty of fat in the right places, but her waist size couldn�t have been much more than 30 inches.

Other girls lounged in the Green Bottle, doubtlessly just as available, but she outshone them all, and not only in appearance.� In the right mood she could talk with abandon.� She had told me in minute detail of the first cock she had sucked, how she�d reacted to the taste and feel, the jizz spurting into her throat. �And the first time she took two cocks together in her pussy.� Made her feel really full, she said. �Did you ever find a woman to describe that?� I never knew another!

She was the only woman in Seattle for me � with or without an exclusive.� So I waited, sipping my drink.

She soon returned but finished her cocktail without sitting, so I stood up and drank mine.� She said, �Kyle, instead of going to your hotel let�s try the Bullet.� I�ll drive.�

The Bullet was a steakhouse across town.� I had eaten there, though not with her.� I said with a grin, �Don�t I get a blowjob first?�

�Such a creature of habit!� All right, then, hang on.�

Again she marched away toward the telephone alcove.� The wait this time was brief.� Returning, she said, �Let�s go to my place.� I�ll order a pizza to chase your jizz.�

She was smiling but I said, �Is something wrong, Linda?�

�No.� I want to make you a proposition that won�t work at your hotel.�

�What proposition?�

�Don�t pester me.� I�ll tell you over supper.�

A setup?� Well, it was certainly a departure.� In the years I�d been coming to Seattle I�d never seen her outside that same hotel.� But I knew she was a whore with more integrity than a lot of judges.� That she might want something to my disadvantage never occurred to me.

She drove a year-old Buick I hadn�t seen before.� Obviously she wasn�t hurting for money.� Thinking about it, also for the first time, I realized that one man a night at her rate would make a substantial yearly income.

It was a half-hour drive.� What we talked about was on the mark.

�Kyle, why don�t you demand variety in your women?�

�What a question!�� But I grinned.� �Must be a character defect.� When I got a divorce, my ex told me I was too lazy to court another woman.�

�What court?� You only need a portrait of Benjamin Franklin.�

�Or two,� I riposted, reminding her of her own rate.

�Which just improves the quality,� she noted dryly.� �All women are basically the same, but don�t men look for those little differences in feature and personal habit?�

�Are you really worried that I�m too faithful to you, at least in Seattle?�

�Actually I suppose it�s flattering.�

�It should be.� You�re the best, Linda.�

�Of a bad lot, eh?�

�Hooray for the bad lot!�

That got a laugh.� I said, �What�s this leading up to?� Are you about to spring another broad on me?�

�I said, don�t pester.�� She giggled.� ��Another broad,� indeed!�

�Anyway, something to keep me from bothering you every night, eh?�

�You can understand, can�t you, Kyle, it would be a conflict?�

�With your other clients?�

She glanced at me briefly without answering.

I laughed.� �Sorry, Babe; I never gave them a thought. �But answer me this.� If you had a schedule to keep, how could you have met me four nights in a row?�

�Maybe you got there first.�

Then I understood.� She had no schedule, but how far would her regulars have scattered by the time I left Seattle?

�Okay,� I said, �I�ve decided to quit pestering you.�

�Only temporarily, I hope.� If you quit pestering / Don�t you start festering.�

�Ugh.�� We both laughed.

She parked in a multi-level garage next to a modern glass and steel apartment building.� We took the elevator to the seventh floor and she keyed us into her apartment.� Taking my hand, she pulled me past the foyer and a den of warm-colored furniture, through a swinging door into a kitchen that lit brightly when she flipped the switch.

Looking around, I said, �Nice place.�� It even had an island stove and griddle.

�Thank you.� Drop your pants, please.�

I grinned.� �In the kitchen?�

�You always want my face lit up when you stick your dick in it.� Well, this is the brightest room in the place.�

True.� When she blows me in the hotel, I take the shade off the table lamp.� So I dropped my pants.

She pushed me back so that I was half-sitting on the edge of the stove island, plopped her butt in a dragged up chair, leaned between my legs and slurped up my soft cock.� Her eyes twinkled up at me.� She had said before how much she loved to take it soft and feel it grow.

Her head was bobbing, it was growing and I was starting to thrill, so quickly no doubt because of the unusual circumstances, when someone behind her said, �Should I order the pizza?�

A strange woman was standing in another doorway.� I would�ve turned away from Linda but her arms imprisoned my thighs.

Linda�s face rose slightly, enough that her lips only tickled the head of my cock, now a stiff stander.� She grinned at me and said, �Kyle, say hello to May.� That is just her name; / �You may� is her game,� after which her mouth re-enclosed my cock.

So both were whores, no surprise.� I said, �Hello, May.�

The newcomer said in a breathy soprano, �Pleased to meet you, Kyle.�� But her expression was annoyed.� �She loves to toss out that grungy rhyme!� I think she named me with it in mind.�

Master and apprentice?� Mother and daughter?� At first impression the stranger was a good deal younger: the same height but slimmer with hardly any tits.� I knew Linda�s face very well; this one was a sharper-chinned version with the same brown hair and blue eyes.� She was dressed to go in blouse, jeans and sneakers.

Linda managed one tongue pull before backing away.� �You think that one was grungy?� How about, To become a good lay / Is the hope of our May?�

The girl�s lip curled but she said, �Guilty to that one.�

�That�s the spirit!�� Licking her lips, Linda rose to her feet.� �You take over here and I�ll call for the pizza.�

Without hesitation May fell to her jean-clad knees in front of me and professionally slurped up my cock.� Linda went to a wall-mounted phone, lifted the receiver and punched its buttons.

From the facial resemblance I decided they were related, sisters or even mother and daughter, but if they wouldn�t mention it neither would I.� Close up I recognized a few makeup-covered pimples on May�s cheeks and revised my age estimate downward.� This could be serious.

I asked, �How old are you, May?�

May�s mouth was full, of course � and I really mean full.� Her nose was parting my pubic hair.� I looked at Linda, who interrupted her pizza description to say, �Old enough.�

�How old, May: sixteen?�

The girl�s eyes twinkled up at me.� She could at least have nodded or shaken her head, but her only response was to make my cock disappear again.� I felt a constriction in her throat while her hand squeezed my balls.� By god, this girl was talented!� I lost interest in her age.

She concentrated on fast full strokes: all the way in and all the way out except for half the head.� Her nostrils flared for breath.� Here was a teenager deep-throating my cock, whose last previous jizzing had occurred early that morning � into the same pussy through which this talented mouth might have passed less than 20 years ago.

A blowjob is most different from fucking in that you have no reason to worry about your partner�s pleasure.� So I let it squirt, surprised only that it was so eager after this morning.� May�s bobbing stopped. �Her mouth retained only the head, which her tongue laved until it finished.

She backed away, hand pumping gently, and grinned up at me with bright eyes.� No jizz was evident on her lips, but a white froth appeared when they parted.� Mouth contorted to avoid spilling it, she said conversationally, �According to my hygiene teacher, I now have ten million half-babies in my mouth.�

Her hand was still thrilling my cock, so I was in no mood for fancy repartee, but I could at least admire her wit with a chuckle.

After swallowing ostentatiously she said, �And now I�m a cannibal.�� She produced a soprano giggle.

I had to laugh with her.� �You�re as whimsical as Linda.�

The older woman had finished with the phone and leaned an elbow on the stove to watch the performance.� She said, �May, he likes to hear how it tastes.�

The girl�s tongue worked in her mouth.� She said, �Not much taste, which means he doesn�t need to pee, right?�

�Not for a few hours,� I agreed.

The girl winked.� �I think it tastes like man.�

�And do you like it?� said Linda.

May shrugged.� �I don�t mind it.�

�Apparently not,� said Linda dryly.� �You tasted the whole football team.�

May heaved to her feet and fell frowning into the chair Linda had used.� �I�m not the only one.� All the cheerleaders agree with you, Mama: sucking dicks is fun!�

My curiosity had surged.� Now I chuckled.� �Thanks for settling that.�

Linda nodded tolerantly.� �Yeah, she�s my whelp.�

�Aw, you�re proud of me,� said the girl with a grin.

�In fact that�s true.�

The stove edge was creasing my ass.� I spun and sank into a chair beside May, leaving my pants around my ankles.� Both women eyed my dick, now starting to sag.

I said, �You�re in high school, May?�

She nodded.� �I�m a junior.�

�And she�ll be doing well,� said Linda in her rhyming sing-song, �/ If her belly don�t swell.�

�Bad grammar, bad grammar!� cried May.

Linda shrugged.� �Poetic license.�

�It won�t swell.� I take my pills.� Besides,� � her chin rose � �in cars or under bleachers they mostly want blowjobs.�

�Oh, oh!� cried Linda, eyes bright.� �Go under the bleachers / To find their best features.�� She smiled at her own wit but soon lost the humor.� �That was my mistake,� she said, looking at me.� �I was slow learning to suck, which nowadays is how the girls get started.�

�Your mistake?� I asked.

�My mistake just sucked you off.� I popped her out when I was 19.�

I shook my head.� �Never thought of you as a mother, Linda.�

�Why not?�� She smiled invitingly.

�You�re fishing,� declared her daughter.� �Next she�ll strip off and show you why not.�

�Oh, he�s already seen it.�

I chuckled.� �Studied at close range, you mean.� Your waist is slim and no stretch marks.�� I would�ve mentioned her big tits as a counterclaim except for the daughter�s deficiency.

�You like my figure?�

�Always have.� And I wouldn�t mind seeing it again.�

�After I pay for the pizza.� But look at you!� Maybe you need a little cuddling.�

After a glance at the object of her attention I said, �What I need is a tissue.�

May plucked one and bent near me to wipe the dribble off my thighs.� Bending further, she guzzled my half-hard cock then looked up, licking her lips with a grin.� �Good to the last drop.�

Linda said, �Though she won�t admit it, Kyle, she does love that taste.�

May giggled.� �Just the opposite to my friend, Ginger, who backs off, makes a face and spits at the first spurt.�

I said, �Maybe she�s afraid of something.�

�She�s just contrary.� You don�t catch VD by mouth � everybody says so � if you have good teeth.� And I do.�� She peeled her lips back to show me.� Indeed her teeth were even and glistening white.

�Just had her braces off,� said Linda.

May resumed her seat but her extended hand stroked me gently.� �You have a nice dick, Kyle. �I like it.�

Linda sang, �She�s just a girl who loves the cock / That stands up on Tom, Dick or Jock.�

�Or Kyle,� said May, grinning.

If she felt like bragging, I was willing to hear it.� �How did you find it out?�

�That I love cock?� When I noticed how much better they feel than my hairbrush handle.�

Linda said, �You want to tell about Lawrence?�

The girl shrugged.� �I don�t care.� You tell him if you want.�

The woman paused, eyeing me speculatively.

I guessed, �Lawrence was her boyfriend?�

�Her first one.� She had told me about the hairbrush because it made her bleed.� I wanted some control over what happened next.� You perhaps understand that I know more about this than most mothers.�

I nodded.

May laughed harshly.� �She made the city loan me a boyfriend.�

�The city?� I said doubtfully.

�One of the commissioners was a, um, friend.� He helped me become the foster mother of a teenage boy.�

The girl shook her head.� �Larry was such a dork!�

Linda grinned slightly.� �Just a virgin, intimidated, so they said, by the other kids at the orphanage.� His confidence grew quick here.� He had a man�s dick even at 14, longer but thinner than average.�

I grinned.� �Sounds like foster incest.�

�Oh, no!� That would�ve been pedophilia.�� She grinned.� �Besides, I got him for May.� Even if a dork / He soon blew her cork.�

With a laugh the girl added, �He learned to sling pork.�

�Like mother, like daughter,� I said resignedly.

They both laughed.

��Longer but thinner,� you said.� Did he teach May to deep throat?�

The girl thrust her chin toward her mother.� �She�s the one who pushed my head into his belly till I quit gagging.�

�Interesting,� I said.� �So Linda Lovelace wasn�t a natural?�

My Linda sneered.� �Everybody gags when something gets in the throat.� It�s a reflex.� But I think you can overcome it if you start training early enough.� That�s why I can�t do it, at least not comfortably.� I didn�t have May�s advantages.�

The doorbell rang and Linda disappeared toward the front of the house.� May gave my dick a last kiss, straightened up and said, �Are you going to kick your pants off?�

I stepped out of them, deposited them in the chair and followed the girl to the adjacent dinette.� It had molded plastic chairs and a transparent glass table.

Linda glided in, holding the pizza boxes high.� �May, get the drinks.� Kyle, will you have a beer?�

�Sure.�

We were well into the pizza when Linda announced, �The bare dick on friend Kyle / Goes with pizza in style.�

May giggled nasally and said around a mouthful, �We just got this table.� Your dick is the first to shine through it.�

I couldn�t let that pass.� Working brain as fast as jaws, I finally retorted, �Pussies bare under glass / Would do more for my ass.�

No, I couldn�t have said �camel toes;� they hadn�t been invented yet.

�Oh, god!� sneered May.

Linda cocked her head and sniffed critically.� �At least he got the meter right.�

�And I get the message.�� May jumped to her feet and shedded sneakers, jeans and panties before plopping back into her seat.� I had to shift a pizza box to note a slim Mohawk running half way up to her navel.

�Oh, all right!� Linda said and proceeded to outdo both examples, in a jiffy removing every piece of her clothing.� I already knew she shaved her pubes.� Big tits bounced as the sat back down and regarded her daughter with a self-satisfied air.

May and I exchanged glances.� I started to unbutton my dress shirt as her blouse went over her head.� She beat me to total nudity.� Her tits were B-cups at most.� Their best features were perky, conical nipples.

When I resumed my seat naked, she said with a smirk, �Is this your preferred pizza style, Kyle?�

I grinned.� �I�d say yea, May, but don�t believe I ever had the pleasure before today.�

�You�ve eaten it naked!� declared Linda correctly.

�But not with two such pretty women.�� I took a bite, chewed a while and resumed an earlier subject.� �What happened to Lawrence?�

May sniffed.� �He turned out to be a klepto.�

�A what?� You mean he stole things?�

Linda nodded.� �From us, from the mall and from the orphanage, which is why they threw him out.� Of course the city never told us about that.�

May winked.� �But his slim dick slipped into some tight spots first.�

I grinned at her.� �You learned to love it, I gather.�

�At first taste.�

Linda sniffed.� �You could say she led him around by it.�

I nodded.� �Flew him, you mean.� On a teenage boy it�s like an airplane joystick.� How long did he stay with you?�

�About 18 months, till he got caught sneaking out of a store with a carton of beer in his backpack.�

I thought about that.� �Surprised he didn�t rat on you to the cops.�

May sat up.� �For what?� She hadn�t touched him.�

�Didn�t you admit watching him poke May?�

�Is just watching illegal?� asked the girl.

�If the kid is under 16 or maybe 17.� Tell me you�re not 15, May.�

Linda shrugged.� �He may have said something, but who�d believe a known teenage thief?�

�Want to see my driver�s license?� asked May.

�Card you for cocksucking?� Actually that makes sense nowadays, except I�m running a bit late.�

�She�s 17,� said Linda, �old enough in this uptight state.� And she misses Lawrence a little too much.�

May disdained more pizza.� She took a swig of her coke and regarded me with a curious expression.

I said to Linda, �Is this how you lead up to your proposition?�

May giggled.� �Don�t you get it?� She wants another foster child.�

That made me blink.

�Don�t be silly!� Linda said with a frown.� �I�m trying to solve your problem, Kyle, and one of my own.�

I suggested, �Named May with the hot pants?�

The girl spread her legs.� �May with the no pants.�

Linda sighed.� �That�s the gist of it.� You are certainly no child, Kyle � from any direction.� Actually you�re a great poke.� I know you know how to please a woman.� I�d love it if you could ruin May for all the teenage football players.�

I winked at the girl, who was licking her lips.� �Want me to ruin her, do you?�

�Says her footballers are too quick / To throw a pass or squirt a dick.�

May tossed her head.� �They can last on the second shot.�

�If you can keep them fucking.� I�m afraid she�ll try a gangbang or, worse, another girl.�

I wiped my mouth with the napkin and pushed back my chair.� �What do you want, May?�

She considered the question and finally shrugged.� �I want dick.�

�I�ve got one and it likes your touch.�

�A girl of simple tastes,� said Linda, I could swear with a touch of pride, �like her mother.�

May threw down her napkin and rose to her feet.� �Then come on.�

I stood up.� Both sets of female eyes followed my shriveled cock.

The mother said, �If it�s not too soon.�

May�s eyes rose to mine.� �What do you want, Kyle?�

�To see what you have in mind.�� I gestured.� �Lead on.�

She led me through a second doorway into a girl�s bedroom, pink walls obscured with large prints of male rock stars, and turned immediately to regard me expectantly.

I held out my arms and said with a smile, �May I have this kiss?�

She tilted her head at the woman who had entered behind us.� �She�s already told you: �you may� is my game.�

We embraced and this time she kissed my lips, opening hers to play tongue tag.� She was slimmer than her mother, a light armful that would be great on the dance floor.� Her hand dropped to my rising cock.� Mine searched below her Mohawk and found wetness.� Apparently she did indeed want dick.� The woman slipped around us and turned down the bed.

With my hand cupping May�s butt I set her on the edge of the bed, separated her legs and stooped to push my face between them.� She shivered at the first thrust of my tongue.� It worked around her clit.� Cool thighs closed on my head.

Her reaction restored full starch.� When the shudders led to heaves and grunts to moans, I rose over her and slipped it in.� This caused a sweet soprano cry that sounded again with every thrust.� I soon realized she was coming, over and over.

This carried on for a good while.� Eyes clenched shut and mouth open with lips clamped over teeth, hands clutching my arms, she kept squealing as long as I kept poking her.� Of course, a woman going off under you like a string of firecrackers is the ultimate stimulus, especially when she�s a teenage girl, so I didn�t last as long as I might have � under the same conditions with her mother, for example � not that I recalled the woman ever coming off so continually.

After leaving my second deposit in May, I backed away and stood up.� She lay panting, arms splayed out, legs dangling, smiling up at me.

Linda was sitting in the room�s only chair, chin in hand.� She had watched without interfering.� She said to her daughter, �How do you feel now?�

�Wonderful!� the girl breathed.� �You were right, Mama.� I didn�t guess it could be like that.�

Linda nodded.� �The difference between man and boy.�� To me she said smugly, �And what did you think, Kyle?�

�That May is a sweetheart.� Let�s hear the rest of your proposition.�

* * *

Kyle said, �Of course I agreed to it, moved out of the hotel and in with Linda.� Rent was the same as I�d paid the hotel.� She even typed me up weekly receipts to recover my expenses from Enwright, who didn�t care what name was on the top.� I slept with May, sometimes with Linda when she didn�t spend the night with another client.� To keep her social standing, May continued to blow the football players but according to her, my cock was the only one admitted to her pussy.�

�You believed that?� said Shep.

Kyle grinned.� �Why not?� She was out late only on game nights.� In fact she was conscientious with her studies.� Sometimes I helped her with problems.� I still remember one.� Picture a square with a circle centered on each of the four corners.� A side of the square equals the diameter of each circle.� Question: what is the area of that part of the square not covered by parts of circles?�

Shep shook his head.� �Was never any good at math.�

�Well, the answer is the area of the square minus the area of any circle.� The funny part is the next day in class her teacher said, �May, you�re the only one who got that right.� How�d you do it?�

�May told the class, �It wasn�t me; it was my grandpa.��

�Her �grandpa!��� Shep laughed.

�I teased her about fucking grandpa, but in fact I didn�t mind if she thought of me that way.�

Shep nodded slowly.� �I guess she couldn�t say her dad.�

�Even though that was closer to the right age difference.�

Shep�s eyes sparkled.� �God, sounds like you had a really great time!� How long did you stay with them?�

�Not long enough.� You�re right, it was an ideal situation for me, and the women never complained.� But in two months Enwright�s production was in full swing and I had to return to Cleveland.�� Kyle sighed.� �I�ve often thought I should�ve married Linda.�

�Married!�� Shep was obviously shocked.� �Marry a whore?�

�One who�d tell me all her adventures while her daughter deep-throated me.�� Kyle cocked his head.� �I never could understand why a man should fear his wife fucking other men.� Tell me why they do, will you?�

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