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Livin' In the Country - Chapter 24
I awoke to discover that my bed partner had long since departed the premises. Women are strange and wondrous creatures, loving and caring one hour and something altogether different the next. Any man who goes to sleep thinking that whatever happened between him and his beloved will just continue the moment he wakes up is doomed to disappointment. The distaff side is not wired that way. I accepted the reality that Ms Mimi Marlowe was up and about doing whatever she had planned for this time, regardless of my intrusion into her orderly life. I knew well enough that a woman's schedule is her best guess of what's to be on any given day, and accordingly it has a great deal of flexibility within its structure. That is the only reason that I had a most enjoyable liaison with the woman in question last evening, something to thank the Fates for allowing.
Today I had some serious things to accomplish, namely finding out if my old job at the feed lot and lumber yard was still available. Considering that I got the job originally because Rhonda and the owner were kin, sort of argued against me recovering my former position. Once that matter was resolved, it would determine whether I crawled back to my home and tried to ignore the goings-on of big Rhonda and her brood of illegitimate offspring, or set out for a place of my own, leaving her to fend for herself, something I am sure she could certainly handle.
Downstairs I discovered a large, well prepared breakfast warming on the stove in anticipation of my arrival. Ms. Marlowe was bustling about, preparing to leave for school. At first she ignored me, but just before she flew out the door Mimi Marlowe, teacher extraordinaire, looked back and told me that she was expecting me for dinner tonight, and not to be late. Suddenly all the other objectives of my day were relegated to the unimportant bin, Ms.Marlowe had invited me to dinner! What else could a male animal with his head screwed on properly wish for? Still in all, this old man needed something to gainfully employ his waking hours and add to his coffers as well.
You talk about being in the right place at the right time. I was all of that when I applied, my proverbial hat in hand, for the job I had so callously given up when setting out for my trip to LaLa Land. It seems that my replacement, and his replacement, had not panned out well at all. Neither seemed to be able to grasp the essentials of the position, but they did an inordinate amount of grasping and groping the female members of the organization, despite the fact that they never made an attempt to pull their own weight. My replacement's replacement had just had a showdown with the boss and was summarily escorted off the property. You talk about your small world, who should be coming into the lumber yard looking for a job than yours truly. The past and the present passed in review. Before they were finished throwing his sorry ass off the company's property with a warning never to show his face here again, I was ensconced in my former job at the same ridiculous salary as I commanded previously.
At the lunch break there was a celebration of sorts to welcome me back to my job. The emcee was none other than my former regular sex partner at work, granny Charlotte, and featured her granddaughter, the ever popular Belinda, and a number of new women folks who all seemed delighted with my presence. I was soon exhausted from all their welcoming, but refused to hide and take a nap like my replacements were wont to do at the drop of a hat. Somehow I made it through my first day back at the feed store and lumber yard. I was a satisfied employee once more. To make it even easier for me to cope with my new marital status, my old partner in sex at work, Charlotte, invited me to keep my shoes under her bed for as long as it took to find suitable housing, hinting broadly that she and her granddaughter would be more than happy to entertain me in the manner that as a married man I was accustomed. What more could a man want?
To be honest my wish list was a rather long one. It started with Ms Mimi Marlowe, ran through Terri and Traci Tolliver and ended for the moment with Marie, the micropussy. Naturally the key to having it all was controlled by Ms Marlowe, who was currently warehousing the other three females that had piqued my interest. What to do, what to do? That was the big question for which I had no answer. Mimi was holding all the cards. I was going to have to go along with her and hope that she would finally relent and allow me access. To my way of thinking this was my right by discovery in the case of Marie and as promised by the very same Ms. Mimi Marlowe. It made no difference that both agreements were subverted by my faithless wife. The very thought enraged me every time I reviewed the situation.
I sure wished I could have taken a shower before making an appearance at Ms Marlowe's, but that was not to be. However I was not in her orderly house for more than a few minutes when she ordered me under threat of castration to take a shower, and be quick about it! She was not wasting her evening waiting for her dinner guest to show some semblance of civility. I backed out of her presence like a lackey before the queen, the analogy not far from the truth at this point in our relationship. The shower was most stimulating and restored my self confidence no end. I even received a brief smile from my mistress when I returned somewhat refreshed.
The meal was spectacular, a good sign for yours truly. Perhaps the lady had been smitten by my charms more than I thought. I devoured everything placed before me and never turned down any inquiries concerning my desire for more of a particular portion of this ambrosia disguised as food. In between gorging myself, I managed to tell her that I was once more gainfully employed, and had received an offer of charity from one of the ladies employed at the lumber yard. I did notice a break in our conversation after that revelation, but nothing more on that subject was forthcoming from my charming hostess.
Finally I could eat no more and sat back in blissful contentment. Mimi appeared happy to see how relaxed I appeared. It was then that the social part of the evening's entertainment ended, and the negotiating concerning her expectations for my support in various plans and schemes she had been hatching began. This fish didn't waste any time taking the bait, and within a short period of time I was into the boat and flopping hither and yon, madly trying to find a safe place to hide from the long knives used to gut creatures such as myself.
The lady had two main objectives and both involved major support from yours truly. She began by describing the current situation having to do with her famous after-class sessions on the subject near and dear to the heart of all those youngsters battling the overarching influence of their raging hormones. Many members of the distaff side had great difficulty in confronting their passions, which they had been taught should never be allowed loose in public or with anyone who was not a sure thing when it came to a long term commitment. Many claimed that this constituted the first firm step in the direction of marriage, the final solution for many folk who were ruled by their passions rather than their intellect.
Over the years Mimi Marlowe's class had chipped away at the myths surrounding sex and love in the country. However the lady was still not satisfied with the way she had to present certain tidbits of information on the more practical side of things. This is where I entered the picture. You could sort of look upon me as a glorified crash test dummy, and that is exactly the way she presented my role to me. I was aghast for a few moments and then the prospect of actually showing these oversexed teens how certain things should be done had an appeal to my vainer side. The possibility that my partner in such endeavors might be Mimi Marlowe, was the bait that this fish took hook, line and sinker.
To cinch the deal, my charming hostess described a short course she was planning entitled the protocol of drive-in movies. This was a recent phenomenon that had captured the imagination of the teens in no uncertain terms. However Ms Marlowe was scandalized at the way it was approached. What she proposed to do was act the part of a typical young lady from the local area having a tryst of sorts with a potential beau at the drive-in. Part one addressed the proper attire for such a meeting. I was hooked the moment she raised her dress to expose her nether parts, tastefully encased in a panty girdle and suspenders to which were attached nylon stockings.
She described this as proper first date attire, making sure that there could be no misunderstanding about what was and what was not to be broached on their first liaison. However she also demonstrated that the top portion of her outfit did allow for some liberties, since it could be easily raised and although the lady was wearing a bra, which Mimi demonstrated, it had a front opening clip, allowing even a novice to achieve his initial objective, without endangering his date's chastity. I was sold at this point and began to ready myself for a move to her bedroom so we could continue to the more advanced case of one's steady beau who was hinting at making a commmitment of sorts, but did not have the wherewithal for a motel or access to some place where they might have some privacy. My ploy was met with a steady stare indicating that the lady was not amused.
My second assignment proved to be by far the more challenging of the two, for here I was alone and without any support except for my wits. It seems that Mimi Marlowe has a very dear friend who is a conjurer, practicing Obeah down in the swamps of Lousiana. I must confess that I have had a small brush with that quasi-religion or more likely magic, in the far distant past, and know it to be not something to either dismiss or take lightly. My instructress was quite happy to learn that I was not without some knowledge on the subject, which is rather arcane to most. Continuing, Mimi informed me that her dear friend had a lovely daughter, also a budding conjurer, who had just moved into the area on a temporary basis. My assignment, and it was critical to any hope of future success with Ms. Marlowe, was to look out for this young lady, and provide her with any type of support she might require in her studies over the next few months. I nodded dumbly at her charge and then was asked to leave, for my hostess had a very busy day planned for tomorrow.
Then she stuck the knife between my third and fourth ribs, twisting it on the way in. In a voice dripping with icicles, she observed that I probably wanted some time to familiarize myself with this charitable lady who had offered her hearth and home to me. The next thing I knew she was ushering me from her home and into the darkness. I knew better than to show any disappointment, pointing myself in the direction of Charlotte's place and walking purposefully toward my temporary domicile, which I knew would contain a much more accommodating member of the female persuasion. Little did I know at the time that there were two females setting their caps for yours truly, the other being a very recent graduate of the Mimi Marlowe after school advanced sex education course.
The long walk did me good. By the time I reached Charlotte's place, I had calmed down and accepted my fate. It was almost time for me to go to bed I thought as I approached the brightly lit house. Little did I know that my benefactor and her granddaughter had planned a little welcome home surprise for me. The moment I walked through the door, up popped the both of them, wearing big smiles and not much else. I realized I might get to bed on time, but certainly wasn't going to get much rest based on the attire these two were almost wearing.
Charlotte was clad, if you could call it that, in a see-through baby doll over a pair of bikini panties. It ended a good six inches above those bikinis that featured a sheer crotch displaying an abundant thatch of thick pubic hair, which was one of the features about her that I truly appreciated. I had to admit that her tits, which normally didn't come out to play while we were improving company morale, looked awfully damned fine for a woman in her mid-forties who also happened to be a grandmother. That brought me to her companion, the one and only Belinda, if memory served me correctly. This little sweetie, who was all of fourteen and ripe and ready, looked good enough to eat in her tight, white lollipop underpants with the pussycat on the crotch, and her hair in braids that reached down to her budding breasts, capped by a delicious looking set of very stiff nipples. I was developing a stong erection at a rate that was embarrassingly noticeable to my two grinning female companions.
They wasted little time escorting me to the bedroom and Charlotte's king sized playpen. Normally when she wasn't "entertaining", my new landlady snuggled up with her granddaughter. This was to be a first for the three of us, and I for one welcomed the opportunity to get to know these two angels of mercy in the most intimate of terms. With their help I was soon free of clothing and on my back with Charlotte straddling my chest so she could present her fragrant muff for my consideration. Even before my tongue had begun to explore the rather tasty jungle that was situated only inches from my nose, I felt a pair of warm, wet lips capture the head of my pecker. I was in for it, that was for sure.
I delivered what was expected of me, my tongue slipping through the forest and finding the entrance to that tunnel of fun and frolic. It smelled of fresh raspberries, a tribute to the expertise that created today's douches. I also detected a scent that was earthy and natural, overlaying the artificial aroma from the spray. There were a varietyof tastes competing for attention, and as I washed the insides of her tunnel with my tongue I tried to catalogue them all. Belinda's rather ardent blowjob delivered with energy and enthusiasm got in the way of my musings, so I had to set aside my flights of fancy and concentrate on doing what was expected and required. The teenager was causing me to build up quite a head of steam and Charlotte, who was more expert in matters such as this, cautioned her granddaughter to not get me too excited, or suffer the consequences.
I'll say this for Charlotte, the woman knew exactly what she wanted, and had ways to make sure you also got the picture. For example she was making her clit move a few inches from side to side, getting a nice scrubbing from my captured nose. Then she'd drop that hairy maw down maybe an inch or two to assist my tongue in reaching a sweet spot that she knew was lurking around there somewhere. Lo and behold, by the way she pressed forward, I'd found it! Little Belinda had settled down to a very nice rhythm, her warm, wet mouth ingesting and regurgitating my hard length of flesh in a manner that was most delightful, and yet allowed me the luxury of doing very little but enjoy her efforts. Then I heard my landlady's voice announcing that it was time for a switch.
When that little girl dropped her plump, sweet smelling candygram onto my face I was overwhelmed with the scent of soap and talcum, an ideal mixture for one so young and fresh. I set to work investigating what she presented in the way of texture and taste; it was exquisite! For the next few minutes there was only Belinda's sweet pussy and my busy tongue, everything else in this world had gone away. The girl's pudenda, if I may use the technical term, was nearly devoid of hair; what few wisps she had were almost ethereal, the most minor of diversions as I lapped, licked, kissed, sucked, slobbered and did everything but inhale that fragrant entryway to her secret place.
It was her granny who brought me back to reality by nibbling on the head of my appendage to get my attention. Her mouth was completely enveloping my stiff shaft, and when she released it, there was a loud popping sound almost as if one was opening a bottle of soda water. The girl could not control her giggling at that sound as it was repeated again and again until it finally broke the mood. It was now time to get down and get funky as they say in certain circles. I'd picked that one up at E-cubed Enterprises. There was a brief pause while the three of us rearranged ourselves into a new configuration more conducive to what was to follow.
Charlotte's eyes popped when I rammed it home with some authority, taking out my frustrations over the less than satisfactory meeting with Mimi Marlowe. On my second stroke she was ready and matched me force for force, moving forward just as I was entering her. I went my limit into that warm, wet womb, if you'll pardon the alliteration. She grunted and swiveled her hips to make sure I was securely trapped within. Then she got busy milking me like a cow. I let her go just so far and then withdrew, popping free to regain self control. This old woman was hot to trot, that was for sure! Back to work I went, with a will and a way. I'd show this woman who she was trying to wear down. We went at it hammer and tongs, she taking everything I could throw at her and then some. Our eyes were within inches of each other's and I continued to pound that mature body for all I was worth.
It was about then that the teenager entered the lists, with an attack from the rear, in more ways than one. The first inkling that something was afoot came when she inserted her wet finger into my fundamental, for want of a better word, and began excavating for ore. She fooled around for a time and then found what she was seeking, my prostate. This intrusion only kicked me into a higher gear and Charlotte was the beneficiary of my new effort to drill through her body. Suddenly the finger was no longer probing my innards, but she had just gotten started. For a fourteen year-old, she was sure knowledgeable about the male anatomy. I'd have to inquire about where she learned all these things and from whom, at a later date. Now her fast tongue was lapping away at the entrance to my lower intestines, while her hands massaged my buttocks in an erotic way. That was all she wrote. I went off like a skyrocket and took her granny with me.
(To be continued-jethro jodhpur)
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