Chapter 03 - The Course of True Love
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"Wake up, you've been a bad boy," said Denise.
Mike startled awake. He had fallen asleep on the couch. The television was
still on and Denise was standing over him in her RN uniform. His pants were open
and his cock was exposed.
"That's quite a sight. What got you so horny today? I don't recall coming in
before and finding you asleep on the couch with your cock in your hand. Would
you mind throwing away those wadded up tissues on the coffee table? Assuming you
used them for what I think," said Denise.
Mike walked the tissues full of dried cum into the bathroom and threw them
into the commode. He rinsed his hands off, and then realizing he had to pee,
directed a stream of urine into the commode.
"I like a man who doesn't shut the door when he pees. Of course, since I'm an
RN, I get to see men and women pee all the time, sort of takes the thrill out of
it," said Denise walking up to the bathroom door and looking in as she
unbuttoned the front of her uniform dress.
"Shave any big cocks today?" asked Mike hoping to change the subject. This was
a fantasy discussion he and Denise liked to play out. It served to keep life
interesting. After several years of marriage, their interest in sex seemed to be
in steep decline. Mike tried to use fantasies to maintain a minimal level of
excitement.
"Sure did, a twelve inch one on a black man. The other RNs on the floor took
turns shaving it; but I was the one that got to lather it up. It was like a
giant black snake that kept writhing in your hand when you held it. It kept
wiggling like it had a life of its own. It stayed hard while we removed all the
hair off his groin and balls. We figured he deserved a thrill before they took
him in the OR and fixed his double hernia," said Denise.
"Sounds very hot, what did the candy strippers think?" said Mike playing
along.
"Natalie, the youngest one, the cute little blonde who lives to suck big black
cocks, decided Mr. Taylor needed something to insure a positive mental attitude
before the operation so she climbed up on the bed and slid his meat rocket right
inside her sixteen year old twat. It looked kind of weird because she and Mr.
Taylor were both eating a complimentary Mars bar while they fucked," said
Denise.
"Natalie carry complimentary condoms on her cart?" asked Mike
"No way, all the candy strippers and RNs are bareback girls. Don't want latex
between our cunts and a hard cock. Besides we like the feeling of warm cum
dripping out of her cunts as make the rounds," said Denise
Mike leaned into Denise and kissed her. It was a game they played when she got
home each evening. Denise told him a dirty story about the hospital. Mike tried
to embellish it. Mike wondered if his desire for a woman with a filthy mouth
started with Fran.
His cock was still out and Denise reached down and grabbed it while they
kissed.
"So what did you do tonight?" asked Denise.
"I watched the game. Sox lost again."
"And that made you horny enough to play with yourself? I wish I had been here
to watch. Maybe I should worry about you watching those big strong baseball
players while you jerk off? Was it the catcher all crouched over with his glove
down low protecting his nuts or was it the pitcher winding up to deliver a
ninety-mile fastball across home plate? You're not going queer on me, are you?"
asked Denise stroking Mike's cock.
"Not hardly with you for a wife. By the way, I met the neighbors who just
moved in and guess what?" asked Mike
"She gave you a piece of her ass while her husband watched," asked Denise
"Nothing that exciting, it's a couple that lived next door to Mother and me
when we lived in Terrace Place. Twenty years later they move back to Springfield
and into this same complex. Their names are Fran and Morty Feinstein," replied
Mike a little startled at the accuracy of Denise's comment.
"Terrace Place is a real dump. A good part of our ER caseload comes from
there. I heard they are thinking about tearing it down," said Denise.
"It was better twenty years ago, not great but better than it is now. Fran
works for the telephone company. I used to run errands for them, mostly
cigarettes and beer. Somehow they haven't changed."
"What are they like?" asked Denise who was striping out of her RN uniform.
"Fran's in her mid fifties, I think 53 or 54. Morty is fifteen years older. That
makes him sixty-eight. Morty is one of those guys that was sixty-eight the day
he was born. Fran's a tall hefty woman who always dressed, well, let's be nice
and say provocatively. When I was fourteen, she got my motor running," said
Mike.
"She must have restarted it today since you decided to masturbate on the couch
or was it the Red Sox's new pitcher from the Dominican Republic. I could jerk
off watching him pitch. I love the way he scratches his nuts every time he's on
the jumbo-tron. Sometime I wish he'd just pull it out and play with it so we
girls could fantasize about him sliding his big Latin cock in our hot wet cunts,
Oh, Raul, split me open with that big bat of yours, " moaned Denise as she
reached between her legs and grabbed her crotch.
"And I love it when you talk dirty," said Mike as he hugged Denise and reached
behind and grabbed her panty hose clad butt and pulled it against him.
"That feels good but I'm exhausted. We had three Code Blue incidents tonight.
Both didn't make it. Where are you working tomorrow?" asked Denise
"Over at Wyndham Place, three more homes in the development are ready to be
wired. By the way, I talked to Ronnie again about us going into business for
ourselves. He wants to wait until the economy get a little better in the fall;
but it looks like I may be working for myself by next Christmas." said Mike as
he slipped into his pajamas bottoms.
"That's wonderful. I know you want more than just a job with Simmons
Electric," said Denise as she finished undressing and slipped a nightgown over
her head.
Later Mike found himself lying in bed awake. He was quietly stroking his cock.
He didn't want to wake her. Being unable to sleep always seemed to happen when
he fell asleep on the couch. Denise was sound asleep beside him.
Denise's remark about him screwing Fran had scared the Bejesus out of him. God
was she psychic? He and Denise had been married four years and things were going
well now after a rocky start. When he met Denise she had just broken off her
engagement to a guy she had been going with since she was a sophomore in high
school. Denise and her fiance had called it quits just as Denise was graduating
from nursing school.
Denise met Mike through some mutual friends, hit it off exceptionally well and
got married in a quiet ceremony six months later. Neither Mike nor Denise had
much family. Mike had only his mother who lived in an assisted living home and
Denise was also raised in a single parent home; but Denise's mother had died of
breast cancer a year before Denise met Mike.
The rocky start was brought about when Mike discovered quite by accident that
Denise was still seeing the ex-fiance. Six months after they were married, Mike
had shown up at the hospital unexpectedly to surprise his wife and take her to
lunch. As he was parking the car, he saw Denise exiting the building. He started
to get out of the car and wave to her when he saw her wave to another man who
drove up to the curb and picked her up. Mike watched in amazement as Denise
leaned in and gave the man a kiss.
Mike followed them to a residential neighborhood where they got out and went
into an apartment building. Mike waited for a few minutes then stepped into the
apartment entranceway and looked at the names on the mailboxes. Mike had never
met Denise's ex but he knew the name, Larry Tompkins, and there it was on the
mailbox. Mike waited outside for two hours before Denise and the guy emerged and
he drove her back to the hospital. She was laughing when she went to exit the
car. You could see she was pushing his hands away playfully. They kissed
passionately then Denise hopped out and went back to work.
Mike was not the kind of man who lost his temper. He preferred to think of
himself as a very deliberate calculating person. He recalled an old saying his
mother used to repeat, 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander,' There
was another journeyman electrician in his class that was female, part of a court
mandated affirmative action program, in response to the statistic that all most
one hundred percent of the state's master electricians were males. Cynthia had
shown an interest in him; so he figured what the hell and asked her out for
coffee after work.
"What made you change your mind?" asked Cynthia. He had previously turned down
her suggestion that they visit Starbucks together.
"Just thought it would be a good idea that we got to know each other better
since we will be working together. Besides I wanted you to know that I think
bring women into the apprentice program is a good thing."
Mike and Cynthia had ended up in bed together after the second visit to
Starbucks. It was hot raunchy sex and Cynthia had screwed him until he cried
'uncle'.
Mike, deducing that affairs often followed a regular pattern found himself
next week on the identical weekday and time in the hospital parking lot with his
Nikon camera and a telephoto lens he had just purchased. Right on schedule,
Denise emerged and got picked up by the ex as Mike snapped half a dozen images.
He followed them to the apartment and took more shots of the two of them
entering the building. Mike noted that the ex had his hand on Denise's butt as
they walked into the building. Mike finished the roll of film with more shots of
Denise and the ex leaving the building and returning to the hospital.
That night while Denise was fixing dinner, he dug her underwear out of the
dirty clothes hamper. The crotch of her panties and pantyhose was stained and
felt crusty. Mike put his nose in the panties and inhaled the odor of another
man's cum that had slowly leaked out of his wife's cunt. He found himself with
a hardon as he thought about Denise being fucked by another man. He knew how
Denise liked to be fucked and he had seen her ex pick her up and fondle her ass.
He took the panties into the bathroom, locked the door, buried his nose in
Denise's soiled crotch and jerked off as he pictured her getting the shit fucked
out of her and begging her ex to fuck her harder. That was something she didn't
seemed willing to do with Mike anymore.
The next week Mike was at his position on the correct day and time but Denise
went straight home after work. Mike managed to observe Denise getting off every
workday for a solid two weeks and each time she went straight home. In the
meantime, he and Cynthia were still getting together and doing the nasty at
least once a week.
Mike went back to the apartment where Denise's ex lived and checked the names
on the mailbox. The ex's name was missing. As Mike was standing in the alcove,
an old man appeared.
"If you're looking for Larry, he skipped town, left in too big a hurry to take
his stuff, now I have to pack it up and get it to Good Will. I'm the Builder
Super," said the old man
"Where did he go?" Mike asked.
"Someone said Los Angeles, but who knows. How much did he owe you?" asked the
old man
"Nothing, he didn't owe me anything," said Larry
"Well, you are probably the only person in Springfield that Larry Tompkins
wasn't in debt to. He was a real fucking deadbeat, owed the owners three months
rent. I heard he lost some bets to the kind of people that you don't want to owe
money so he had to leave town. There were some bent nose types here looking for
him last week," said the old man.
"He didn't owe me any money but he did borrow some stuff. Any chance I could
go in and pick it up." Mike fished around in his pocket and came up with a
twenty he showed the old man. Mike wanted to satisfy his curiosity about the man
that his prim and proper wife had decided to commit adultery with.
"Sure, why not, take anything you want, less for me to carry down to the Good
Will."
Mike entered the apartment not quite sure what he was looking for. He went
into the bedroom. The place was a mess. The bed hadn't been made. He pulled the
cover back and saw there were several stains on the sheets. Mike reached over
and ran his hand over the stains wondering if they were from Denise's pussy. He
started to get a hard on imaging Denise naked on the bed with Larry on her
pounding away.
Mike interrupted his reverie to look over the rest of the room. There was a
large half squeezed tube of lubricant on the night table. Mike opened the night
table drawer to find some sex toys or marital aids as nice people called them.
There were a couple of battery powered dildos, several different size butt
plugs, and something Mike recognized as an 'anal probe'. There was also an open
box of condoms. Mike wondered if Denise made Larry use condoms. Probably not,
Denise was on the pill. Besides she'd had a crotch full of dried Larry juice
both times she came home after fucking him.
Mike looked over at the other night table where there was a large ashtray with
a marijuana pipe lying beside it. Mike checked out the other nightstand drawer.
There were several pornographic pocket books, wacking material, was how Mike
described it. There was videotape containing hardcore sex. It was labeled with a
"Amazing Adult Video Rentals' label. Overdue and not likely to ever be returned
was Mike's thought.
Mike looked at the television and VCR located at the foot of the bed. For some
reason, he walked over to the VCR and pushed the eject button. The opening
served up a cassette that Mike picked up and looked at. It was not pre-recorded
like the other one. Mike read the hand written label 'Denise P, 7/14'.
'Denise P' most probably stood for Mike's wife. Mike opened his wallet and
took out the plastic card containing this year's calendar in small type. '7/14'
was the last time he followed Denise and Larry to the apartment. Could Denise
and Larry have been making a video of them fucking. Mike found that hard to
believe. Mike had once suggested Denise pose for some nude Polaroid shots and
she had gone ballistic.
"No way, you men take those kind of pictures of your wives and girl friends
and show them around to other men, do you want other men to masturbate to
pictures of your wife?" shouted Denise when Larry had walked into the bedroom
carrying their Polaroid.
"I was just thinking it would be fun, we'd be the only ones who'd ever see
them," said Mike a little surprised at the ferocity of Denise's objection.
That's what you say now. One of the nurse supervisors let one of her old
boyfriends take some photos of her naked and even some of her and him doing
things. After a while, she breaks up with the creep. Three years later she's
married and expecting her first child. Her husband comes home one afternoon and
presents her with a set of those pictures. Her old boyfriend had posted them out
on a Internet Web site along with her married name, address, and husband's
telephone number," said Denise.
Mike pushed the cassette back into the VCR and turned on the television. The
sound came on first and he could hear Denise's familiar high-pitched little
grunt before the picture popped up. Then the picture appeared and there was
Denise on the bed with Larry Tompkins plowing her cunt. Denise had her feet in
the air and Larry was slamming into her. The picture was taken from an angle
that was high and off to the right. Mike watched for a while and decided the
camera didn't move. Mike looked around the room and spotted a grate work
covering an air return located almost at the ceiling. It was the bedroom's air
return for the HVAC. Mike went over to the wall, stepped up on a chair and
looked into the grate. There was a camera lens staring back.
Mike used one of the tools off his knife to unscrew the grate and remove what
looked to be a very expensive camcorder. The camcorder looked to be worth more
than anything else in the apartment. Mike realized that 7/14 was the second date
he had trailed Denise to Larry's. Maybe there were more tapes.
The closet was open and Mike walked over to look inside. There were a lot of
empty hangers indicating most of the clothes were missing. Mike looked up on the
closet shelf to see there was a stack of magazines. Mike reached up and pulled
them down. They were hardcore skin magazines with titles like 'Anal Whores', or
'Teen Age Cum Sluts', the kind of stuff you bought in an adult store.
Mike wondered what Denise sees in this guy. Denise had insisted that Mike
dispose of his porn when they had moved in together. She made him give away
several dozen hardcore videotapes he acquired over the years. Denise was also a
very neat, tidy and particularly clean person. The place was filthy and the
furniture looked pretty well used. The overall effect could best be described as
poverty stricken. Denise had a real thing for cleanliness. Their condo was
spotless and the sheets were changed every other day. Mike had a hard time
imaging Denise lying there on those filthy sheets but as the video showed, there
she was, now switched to all fours with Larry holding her hair on one hand while
he fucked away. Denise was fucking back too. She was grunting and kept
repeating, "fuck me Larry, fuck me Larry".
Mike reached up to put the magazines back on the shelf when his hand brushed
something behind them. He reached to the back of the shelf and pulled forward a
molded plastic case. He got it down and opened it. There were more tapes. Three
more had Denise's name on them and the date. The dates were earlier than when
Mike first saw Larry and Denise together. There were tapes with other girls'
names on them and the date. One other label caught his eye. 'Tracy Lukas' was
Denise's best friend. They had gone all the way through high school and nursing
school together. Tracy had been Denise 's Maid of Honor when Mike and Denise got
married. There were a several 'Tracy L' tapes with dates interspersed with the
dates on Denise's tapes.
Mike walked over to the VCR and swapped the Denise tape for a 'Tracy L'.
"Bingo" said Mike as Tracy's friend appeared on screen in the cowgirl position
riding the cock of Mr. Larry Tompkins.
The oldest tapes were dated mid June. Maybe that meant Denise only started
screwing Larry about eight weeks ago or it could mean that Larry only purchased
the camcorder within the last eight weeks and Larry and Denise had been fucking
for months, maybe ever since Mike married her or even before.
Maybe Denise fucked him right before she drove to the church to marry me,"
said Mike aloud to the empty room. Maybe just as she was saying, "I do", Larry's
cum was oozing out of her cunt down to the blue garter she wore.
Mike found an old athletic bag on the floor and packed the tapes and the
camcorder into it and left.
Following Larry's disappearance, Denise had seemed tense and emotional for
several weeks. Mike decided to let everything ride. He put the pictures and
cassettes away in a safe place. He carefully reviewed each of the four Denise
cassettes. He was a little more than pissed when he realized how excited and hot
Denise got with Larry versus the cool, mechanical, and 'lets get it over with'
sex they were having these days. He learned some interesting things from the
Tracy tapes. Mike considered confronting Denise but for some reason he decided
to let it ride. Every few weeks or so, he would play one of the tapes and jerk
off.
Mike kept meeting Cynthia for a while until the affair ran its course. After
that, he had another affair with an older woman named Debbie who managed an
apartment complex where Simmons Electric had a contract to modernize the
electrical wiring. Mike recalled that Deb had resembled Fran. She was taller and
more mature and as she called herself, 'a big boned girl', actually she had been
pretty overweight. Overweight or not, the clothes tended toward spandex
stretched to he point that you could almost see through it. The sex had been
hot; Deb had a thing for anal sex. For Mike that was a first. But as with
Cynthia, matters ran their course and Mike quit dropping by for a fuck after a
while.
For the last six months, he had been faithful until this afternoon when he
screwed Fran right in front of Morty. Mike lay awake thinking about Fran and
Morty.
"She certainly turned me on, just like when we lived at Terrace Place," said
Mike thinking about the way he had just jumped on her body and pounded away. It
had been animalistic. Hell it was within an hour of having met her. Mike knew
that his memories of the Feinsteins were twenty years old and that memories
could play tricks on you. Sometimes you didn't remember how it happened, you
remembered how you wanted it to happen.
But Fran was right about him spying on her through the bathroom window. He had
gone out on the fire escape that very first night after he met the Feinsteins.
He had to lean way over to look in their bathroom window. He stepped off the
fire escape and onto a narrow ledge right outside their bathroom. Mike's
fourteen-year-old cock was thinking for him as he climbed off the iron fire
escape and onto a ledge where he could peer directly in the bathroom window.
Fran had come into the bathroom wearing that bright pink bathrobe and matching
scuffs. She started the shower and then took the bathrobe off and hung it up on
the bathroom door hook.
Fran was completely naked as she sat down on the commode and peed. She wiped
herself with a wad of toilet paper and then stood up. Mike was hard as a rock.
The window was getting fogged up from all the hot water steam produced by the
shower so Mike was having a hard time seeing what was going on. All of a sudden
the bathroom window shot open and a hand reached out and grabbed him. Mike was
hauled through the bathroom window and found himself facing a naked Fran
towering over him.
"My God, kid, you could fall off that ledge and get killed. I must say I'm
flattered you'd risk your life to see me naked but didn't you get a good enough
look this afternoon?" asked Fran.
"I'm sorry, please don't tell my mother," said Mike realizing he had a hardon
pushing out the front of his jeans.
"Did you watch me pee?" asked Fran pushing Mike up against the wall.
"No, yes, well that's what you did so I watched," said Mike thinking he too
scared to make much sense.
"Well, you've seen mine so I want to see yours."
"You're not going to tell my mother."
"Maybe, maybe not, it depends, I'm thinking about dragging you by your cock to
your place and telling her how you got out on the ledge to watch me take a
piss."
"God no, she would kill me," said Mike on the verge of tears.
"Does your mother let you watch her pee?" asked Fran.
"No, of course not," Mike replied.
"But sometimes you listen don't you, you stand at the bathroom door and hear
the noises she makes when her piss splatters in the commode bowl, you stand
there with your pecker in one hand and listen through the crack in the door, you
keep perfectly still at the sound her turds make when they hit the water and you
know how she grunts when she pushes a big one out, you listen and then you go
back to your room and grab your dick and wish you were in there with your cock
in Mom's mouth while she sits on that commode, am I right Mike?" asked Fran
"Please, don't tell her I was here. I'll run errands for you and your husband
for free. I'll rub your feet every day when you get home from work," said Mike
his eyes full of tears. Mike recalled that he started to blubber. Mike looked
over at Denise to make sure she was still asleep. He realized his eyes were
filled with tears. He was crying right now just as he cried twenty years ago.
"You do what I say then, what I tell you, when I tell you, no questions asked,
no arguing with Mother Fran, I'm the boss," said Fran.
"Anything you say, just don't tell my Mom, can I go now," said Mike anxious to
escape to somewhere that he could stop crying and feeling so helpless.
"You go when I tell you to, get your clothes off," said Fran.
"What?" Mike muttered. He had hopped she would send him on his way.
Fran's hand lashed out to deliver a full force open palm bitch slap that
landed squarely on Mike's left cheek. The blow was hard enough to send his
entire head to one side and his left ear rang as the heel of her palm landed
squarely across it. The pain was enough to cause him to grab his face and start
crying.
"Don't you ever 'what me', boy, I get enough of that dumb shit from that
pathetic excuse of a husband of mine, I can run out of here right now screaming
you tried to rape me and call the cops on you. They'll take you down to juvenile
and put you in a cell with some niggers. By the time they let you go, you'll
have a case of the clap and an asshole you can drive a truck in. Is that what
you want?" asked Fran who leaned her face to where it was inches from Mike's.
Mike completely broke down at that point and started sobbing, "Please, I'll do
anything you say, just stay here, I'll do anything." Mike started to
hyperventilate and was having trouble catching his breath. Mike felt himself
getting dizzy and the room started to spin. He blanked out for a minute.
"Wake up baby, Fran's got you," Mike remembered coming back to full
consciousness. Fran was seated on the commode and he was in her lap being held
like a baby. He must have passed out.
"Good thing I caught you before you hit the floor," said Fran as she held
Mike's head against her breast. Her nipple was pressed into his cheek. Fran was
naked and Mike was still fully clothed.
"Dry your tears, baby boy," said Fran as she passed him a tissue. Mike dabbed
his eyes dry and blew his nose. In one way, he felt ridiculous to be fourteen
years old and lying in Fran's arms cradled liked a three year old but in another
way he felt warm and safe. His slapped cheek was resting against one of Fran's
tits; the burning sensation was going away, drawn into the warm soft skin of her
breast.
"Listen, from now on you are Fran's little boy and you do exactly what Fran
says, you going to mind me better than you mind your own Mama, it's going to be
that way, isn't it Mike," Fran cooed to Mike as she held him.
"Yes, Ma'am, I'll do exactly as you say," Mike said and somehow he knew that
he meant it in a way that he had never meant it before when he promised to obey
an adult. His whole being wanted to please Fran and do exactly as she commanded.
It was no longer a matter of threats; it had become what he desired more than
anything else.
"Here's a kiss for my new baby," said Fran as she leaned over and gave Mike a
French kiss. Twenty years later Mike can recall the feeling as her tongue
invading his mouth. Like everything about Fran, it was a large wet tongue and it
reached deep into his mouth and met his tongue and intertwined with it.
"Now get naked, you can help me bathe, Roman ladies used to have male slaves
that bathed them" said Fran as helped Mike to get up off her lap.
Mike didn't hesitate although he had never been naked with a woman before in
his life. As he kicked his sneakers off and pushed his jeans down, he realized
he was happy. In a few moments, he was nude and stood up to face Fran.
"For a skinny fourteen year old, that's a nice piece of meat," said Fran as
she reached out and took Mike's cock in his hand. Mike started to get hard as
her hand wrapped around his penis.
"I think I can find a use for that; but not tonight, got my period," said
Fran.
Mike must have been embarrassed when Fran mentioned her period. He felt his
face redden.
"I guess the menstrual cycle is something that you need explained," said Fran
as she sat on the commode and spread her legs.
"See that string hanging out of my puss," asked Fran.
"Yes," replied Mike feeling his level excitement rise.
"Well, that's a tampon, known technically as a feminine hygiene napkin. You
reach in there and slowly pull on the string," said Fran.
Mike grabbed the string hanging out of Fran's vagina and gave it a little tug.
It didn't move.
"Pull a little harder, but don't jerk," said Fran adjusting her legs to a wide
spread.
Mike pulled harder and a cotton pad merged stained almost black on one end.
Mike held it up by the string and looked closely at it. He had seen those
before. Several times, his mother had left them floating in the commode. He
remembered the way they created a red blur in the surrounding water.
"Its just cotton that's been sponging up menstrual blood. Put it in your mouth
and taste it," said Fran.
Without a moment's hesitation, Mike placed the used tampon in his mouth and
sucked on it.
"Tastes like a rusty pipe, doesn't it? Lots of iron in menstrual blood, give
it to me," said Fran.
Mike took the wet tampon out of his mouth and handed it to Fran. She took it
in her hand and smeared it down both his cheeks and then across his forehead.
She made some more passes across his face and then turned him around to face the
mirror.
Mike looked into the mirror. Fran was standing behind him. He did look like an
Indian in full war paint. Her hands were on his shoulders.
"Look at yourself, you're mine now, you got my period painted on your face and
you've had it in your mouth, you belong to me as long as I want, right Mike,"
said Fran.
"Yes, I belong to you," replied Mike automatically.
"Look under the sink. There's a box of fresh tampons. Get one out. You're
going to put it in," said Fran.
Mike quickly located the box under the sink and pulled out one of the plastic
applicators. It was pretty simple to see how it worked. Fran was back on the
commode with her legs spread wide and even lifted a bit. She was holding her
pussy lips apart.
"Just maneuver the applicator into my hole, do it gently, don't push the
plunger until I say so," said Fran.
Mike's hand started to shake as he tried to nudge the tip of the plastic
applicator inside Fran's vagina. He grabbed his wrist with the other hand to
stop it from shaking. But Fran took his hand and guided the tampon home.
"Now push the plunger," commanded Fran.
Mike had been relieved when he completed what he felt was one of the most
delicate and mysterious acts he had ever been asked to perform.
"Good job, you just passed your first test as Fran's bath slave, now let's get
in the shower and we can wash each other," said Fran.
Fran had allowed Mike to take a sponge and wash her entire body. Then she gave
him a loofah to use her on her back and feet. At one point, she had bent over
and pulled her butt cheeks apart.
"Soap up your fingers and wash my asshole," said Fran
Mike lathered up both hands and carefully washed around Fran's anus.
"Stick your fingers in me and clean out my butt, take it easy."
Mike had poked a soap finger in Fran's hairy brow hole and worked it around.
When he pulled it out, her shit was under his fingernail.
"Now let me do you," said Fran. And she had washed him from head to toe.
"Ever had your cock sucked?" asked Fran
"No, Ma'am" was all Mike managed to reply.
"Here, always remember Fran Feinstein was the first," said Fran as she knelt
down in the shower and took his hard cock in her mouth. Mike didn't last long
before he pumped a load in Fran's mouth.
"Nothing tastes better than boy cum. Here I'll share it with you," said Fran.
Fran stood up and gave him a kiss with her mouth still full of his sperm. He
had tasted his sperm before but this time was different.
"Let's get dressed. I got to get to work," said Fran
When Mike had finished dressing, he started toward the window, planning to
leave as he entered.
"Whoa there, you can leave by the front door. We're four floors up. I can't
have my baby boy splattered all over the street," said Fran
"What about your husband, Morty?" Mike asked
"Morty, don't you ever concern yourself with him, he's my problem."
Mike walked out of the bathroom and went to the front door. Morty was seated
in the living room, a cigarette in one hand and Schlitz in the other. Fran held
on to Mike's shoulder bring him to a stop by Morty's chair.
"Morty, you remember Mike, he was here this afternoon," said Fran
"Of course, I remember, you're the kid that went to get our smokes and beer,"
said Morty.
"He just came in through our bathroom window to watch me pee. We took a shower
together and I sucked him off."
"We're going to need some more beer, can the kid go get it tomorrow?" asked
Morty
"Sure he can, can't you Mike?" said Fran.
"No problem, right after church if you like," Mike replied.
"Soon as my period's over, I'm going to take Mike's cherry, that okay with
you, Morty?" asked Fran
"Schlitz is my favorite, what kind of beer you like, kid?" asked Morty
"Mike's too young to drink beer," said Fran as she pushed Mike toward the
door.
When Mike got home, his mother was waiting supper.
"Where you been?" asked Inez
"Just checking out the neighborhood," replied Mike
"Have you met any of the neighbors?" asked Inez
"Just the lady next door and her husband, I told you about that," said Mike
"As soon as we eat, get your bath," said Inez.
Mike had almost said something like "just had one" but caught himself in time.
Lying there in the dark listening to Denise breathe, Mike knew he couldn't be
sure of all the details but he was right on the major points. One good thing
about Denise, she was a sound sleeper. He could jerk himself off and she's sleep
right through it.
