Blind Allison got a job reading to the blind in their homes. Her first client, Mrs. Schoenwiess, was not as old or frail as Allison had expected, though she was eccentric of dress, wearing a brightly colored Indian poncho over some sort of Oriental print dress, and bright red patent leather pumps. �Is there enough light, dear?� Mrs. Schonwiess thought to ask, and Allison replied that there was. In fact, the apartment was much brighter and cheerier than Allison had been expecting.
Allison thought Dickens� Great Expectations might be a good reading choice. She remembered having read it in high school, and at the time it seemed appropriate for old ladies. Mrs. Schonwiess appeared content enough, sitting comfortably in her chair sipping from a glass of red wine.
All in all, Allison thought the first session went very well. Mrs. Schonwiess finished her glass of wine just as Allison came to the end of the chapter. Before departing, Allison dared ask Mrs. Schonwiess if it would be all right if she brought her boyfriend along for next time. �I�m sure that would be lovely,� Mrs. Schonwiess replied, and Allison could almost swear her sightless eyes twinkled.
Dear Steff,
Remember how I told you I was reading to that blind woman, Mrs. Schonwiess? Well, this afternoon was the second time, and you won�t believe what happened. I had Marcus along, like Mrs. S said I could, though he really didn�t want to come. I�m not sure why I wanted him there. I guess to show him off to Mrs. S or maybe because I thought Markie could use some culture. I�m reading Great Expectations, or that�s what I was reading. But I�m getting a little ahead.
Okay, first of all, Mrs. S was dressed in the exact same outfit last week, some kind of serape thing over a Japanese kimono. Maybe she only has one outfit, or maybe she has a particular outfit for each day of the week, you know, like grandma had those panties with days of the week on them? I guess it would make things simpler. And just like last week, she had a glass of red wine. Last week she�d offered me some, and I�d refused, but I figured if she offered this week, I�d have a glass.
I just thought of something. Mrs. S�s panties would have to be in Braille. Only Mrs. S doesn�t�oh oh, I�m getting ahead again. Sorry.
So I introduce Markie to Mrs. S and Markie mumbles hello�such a shy boy�only he had his hand on my bottom�such a brazen boy�and he and Mrs. S are talking about Markie�s job while Markie keeps squeezing my ass. It�s very disconcerting, but also arousing. I can feel my nipples tingling and lifting under by top, and the more they lift the more they tingle. But the weird thing is, it�s as if Mrs. S notices. Somehow she picks up on my tingling nipples, or else just by accident she�s looking right at them, and this makes me blush, but blushing doesn�t stop the arousal�if anything it makes it worse, and I can feel myself start to get wet.
So I move Markie�s hand off my ass and at the same time interrupt their conversation, saying maybe we�d better get started on Great Expectations.
Mrs. S nods and says she wonders if she could ask a favor of me. Sure, I say, and she says she really enjoyed my reading of Great Expectations, but she wonders if it would be too rude if she asked me to read something else. Oh, no, not at all, I say, although I am a teeny bit hurt. I was so proud of haven chosen Great Expectations. Mrs. S must be very sensitive because she says, I really do like Great Expectations, it�s one of my very favorites, I�ve read it so many times I almost have it memorized. Then she laughs and says it�s because she was an English teacher way back when and taught Great Expectations every year.
�God, you must hate it,� I said. �What would you like me to read?�
�The book on the chair,� she says, and I notice for the first time there�s a paperback on the chair. Marcus picked it up. He handed it to me. I couldn�t believe it. You�ll never guess. Porn. Something called Laura�s Toes�Erotica Miniatures by Mat Twassel. I looked at Mrs. S. She was sitting there calmly, maybe a bit of expectation in her face. �Um, Laura�s Toes?� I asked. �That�s right, dear,� she said. �It�s short stories, only a page each. Why not start at the beginning.� But there was a problem. Not just that I didn�t know if I could read porn, but that there was just the one extra chair. There was a couch, but it was on the other side of the room. I was thinking maybe Marcus could sit on the floor when Mrs. S must have sensed the problem. I swear she�s got�what do you call it? Sixth sense or something. �You could sit on your boyfriend�s lap,� she said. �That is, if he doesn�t mind.�
So that�s what happened. I sat on Marcus�s lap, and I read porn to Mrs. S. Only there was more to it than that.
No sooner had I started to read than I could feel Marcus getting hard under me. Hah, he was probably already hard. I swear, sometimes it seems like he�s always hard. Okay, I admit, I squirmed a little. Partly because it was a little embarrassing reading naughty stories to an old lady. I mean, she could have been my grandmother. But mostly I was squirming because I was excited. I could feel myself getting juicier and juicier. Maybe it was a good thing I was on Markie�s lap, I thought�no worries about getting a wet spot on Mrs. S�s chair.
I have to admit, the stories were pretty sexy. I read them slowly, and on about the second story, Marcus put his hand in my top and pulled it down, baring my right breast. I tried to keep reading as if nothing had happened, but I�m sure I let out a little gasp. �Is everything all right, dear?� Mrs. S asked. Fine, fine, I assured her, and I continued with the story. But Marcus was not content with having my tit exposed. Oh no. He started rubbing just under the nipple. Rubbing and flicking. I tried to hold the book between me and Mrs. S in such a way that she couldn�t see�so silly, because of course she couldn�t see. She�s blind. But still. And Marcus kept flicking and flicking. And my nipple kept getting stiffer and stiffer. And he�d flick in a certain rhythm. Flick, flick, flick. Flick, flick, flick. It was maddening. I�d sort of squeeze my legs together in time to the rhythm of his flick. Flick, flick, flick. Flick, flick, flick. Only then he left one out. Just flick, flick. And the missing flick almost made me come. Oh, God, Steffi. I couldn�t keep reading. I had to stop to catch my breath. To calm down.
�It is warm in here, isn�t it?� Mrs. S said. And she set down her wine glass and said, �Please excuse me, but I need to take off my chilote.� That�s what she called her serape, a chilote. And she took it off and draped it over the arm of her chair. I was surprised to see all the cleavage of her kimono. She had these soft, milky white breasts, not very big, but beautiful, and you could see almost all the way to the nipples, and you could see that the nipples were stiff. OMG, Steffi.
�Please continue, Allison,� Mrs. S said, in what might have been her school-teacher voice. �Unless you don�t like the stories.�
�Oh no,� I protested. �I like the stories fine.�
�Good. Would you like a sip of wine before you start again?�
�Uh, I guess that would be fine,� I said, without really thinking about it. I stood up. But there wasn�t another glass. There wasn�t even a bottle. Just Mrs. S�s glass on the little table next to her chair. I wasn�t sure if she wanted me to drink from her glass or what. She didn�t offer me a clue. So I said, �Actually, I�m okay,� and I sat back down.
Right on Markie�s bare cock. That�s right�he�d unzipped himself and taken it out. I couldn�t believe it! And of course I couldn�t say anything. I couldn�t do anything but start to read again. Meanwhile Marcus wiggled my pants to the side. And he didn�t stop there. He wiggled his cock right inside me. Okay, I didn�t put up much resistance. Fuck, I didn�t put up any resistance. Markie�s hard cock is impossible to resist. It felt so good in me. The trouble was, it was impossible to do much, partly because of the position, and partly because Mrs. S was right there, and I had to read. Still, I managed to wiggle and squeeze, and Marcus made little motions with his hips, and after a while, despite the minimal motions, I could make out the little squeak of our sex juices. That didn�t stop me, though. I squeezed harder and read louder, one story after another. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. It was frustrating, but the frustration was also a turn-on. Besides, I wasn�t sure what would happen once I started coming. I mean, Mrs. S would know for sure. I could tell Markie was close too. He had been breathing in my ear and licking my earlobe, but now he stopped the licking, and it was like his tongue was fucking my ear, or trying to. If Mrs. S could see, she probably would have burst out laughing.
The thought her laughing made me stop reading for a moment and lower the book. She was looking right at us as if she could see. Maybe she could see with her ears. I froze. Marcus stopped making his little hip-motions. I could still feel him there, though, twitching at the edge of his orgasm, and in a way it was exciting. I thought, we�re going to come, and she�s going to see us, and I want her to see us.
It would have taken only the teeniest touch on my clit. Maybe just a breath of air. But that didn�t happen. What happened was, Mrs. S said, �Allison, would you mind if I asked you a very big favor?�
�Yes,� I said in a small voice. �I mean �no,� of course not.�
I had no idea what she was going to ask. She hesitated a moment. I suppose she may have been having second thoughts.
�Allison, would you mind very much if I sucked your boyfriend�s cock?�
I was shocked out of my mind.
�Yes,� I squeaked. �I mean no. No, I don�t mind, if Marcus... if... if...�
And then I remembered that Marcus cock was in my sex, soaking in my sex juice. How was I going to let Mrs. S know? I couldn�t think fast enough. But I didn�t have to. Mrs. S said, �This way I�ll get to taste the both of you at once. How delightful!�
Can you believe it? I couldn�t. Marcus lifted me off of him. My pussy was sorry to feel him go, but with a little pop, he was free. I really wasn�t sure whether he was up for Mrs. S taking him in her mouth or if he was going to make a run for it, but he answered that question by shucking down his trousers and stepping out of them. A moment later, her was standing in front of Mrs. S. �Oh, Lordie,� she said, �what a magnificent cock. Marcus, I�m going to make you last a long time.� And with that, she began sucking. I could hear the sounds, the juicy slurps and licks, the hummed mmm�s, all the lovely sounds of cock-sucking, but I couldn�t really see anything, because Marcus was standing right in front of me. I wasn�t sure if it would be polite to move to the side so I could see more than his back and his butt, not that his back and his butt are bad to look at. Either way, I wasn�t going to get off, and I still hadn�t had my orgasm. So what I did was sit on the arm of that chair, and nestle myself so it was in my crack just right, and rock myself gently back and forth, all to the sounds of Mrs. S sucking Marcus�s cock.
I had a couple of really good comes that way, and Mrs. S was still working on Markie. She must have known some really good tricks to keep him from shooting. I decided to go for orgasm number three, and to help me get there, I started reading some more of those little sex stories. After a few of them, I lost track of what Markie and S were up to, until Mrs. S said, �Allison, I think it�s time for your man�s reward. Maybe you�d like to take part?�
�Um, oh sure,� I said, not really sure at all what she had in mind.
�If you stick your finger in his asshole, I�m sure that would do the trick.�
She was right. It did the trick. I bet Mark�s never come that hard. Nine or ten huge jolts, to judge by the way his asshole clamped my finger. I left my finger in there awhile, and I found out that by making the smallest motion, I could make Marcus jolt again. I didn�t let him off the hook for a long time. Eventually Marcus had had enough. He kind of sagged back into the chair. Now I could see Ms S. She had this big smile on her face. There wasn�t any sign of Marcus�s cum. I think Mrs. S swallowed it all.
Markie and I dressed in kind of a daze. The afternoon was almost over when we wandered outside. And when I got home I realized I�d forgotten Great Expectations at Mrs. S�s place. I guess it�s fair, though, because I�d taken the book of erotic miniatures. I�m looking forward to reading the rest of them.
Just now Marcus phoned. He wanted to know if I was going to read to Mrs. S next week. �Why?� I asked him. �Because I might like to come along,� he said. �Why? Do you want to borrow that Great Expectations book?� �No,� he said, �Because I want to fuck her.�
story by Mat Twassel |