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CONSTANCE
By Friar Dave
friar_dave@mhbbs.com
(Copyright, 1994)
Part Four
* * *
Constance groaned into the boy's shoulder, then panted for breath.
"Are you okay, Mrs. McEvoy?"
She raised her head, brushed her thoroughly wrecked red hair from her
face and smiled dreamily at him. "Ronnie, I haven't been this okay in a
long time. I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
"Oh, no! You feel good on top of me. I like feeling your breasts
smooshed down against me."
"Good." She lay her head back on his shoulder. His young prick was
still inside her but completely soft for the first time in almost an hour
and a half. His last orgasm, as she'd ridden her hungry pussy up and down
over his long shaft, had been significantly smaller than the first three.
When she'd dangled her breasts over his face, he'd suckled first one
nipple, then the other, and her orgasms had just kept on going and going
and going...
She glanced at the clock, an old-analogue dial model that glistened in
the afternoon sunshine. She'd better get moving.
"Ronnie?"
"Mmmm?"
"Ronnie, we better get up and get dressed. It's getting late."
"O-kay..."
She kissed his chin and pulled herself off him. As soon as his soft
shaft slurped wetly out of her pussy, a thick mixture of her juices and his
semen began drooling out. She grabbed her husband's old shirt to stanch
the flow. His cock lay long and limber on his abdomen, gleaming with their
juices.
She couldn't resist.
"That feels so good, Mrs. McEvoy," he groaned as she licked her
juices and his off his prick.
"Just want to get you all clean," she whispered -- and then her eyes
widened. He was getting hard again. Well, she decided, she couldn't send
him home in *that* state. Constance popped the fat head of his cock into
her mouth and began working her hand on his shaft.
* * *
Way to go, kid! Sid exulted.
* * *
Nancy tracked the sounds to Lisa's bedroom door -- but now she
relaxed. They were sounds of pleasure. Undeniable pleasure. But was Lisa
alone?
She dropped to one knee and peered through the keyhole. Yes, Lisa was
alone -- and madly pumping a small vibrator in and out of herself.
"Un--yeah--un--"
And cumming.
Nancy smiled. In some ways, Lisa was way ahead of her. Her friend
often gave the impression that she was hesitant, even fearful, when it came
to experimenting and enjoying herself -- but Nancy understood where that
came from.
Way to go, pal of mine, she silently cheered.
No need for Lisa to know she'd been discovered. She started back down
the stairs, quietly. She'd lock the door behind her, though; she wasn't
about to let her best friend be vulnerable.
* * *
Jack stared out the window of the commuter train. It was mostly empty
at this hour. Too early for the rush and after the schools had let out.
He sucked some more beer through the straw leading to the paper-bagged can
he'd bought at Hoboken, where he'd changed trains. He was feeling pretty
good. At least, he felt no pain.
Maybe I ought to go right to Harry's place, meet him when he comes
home. Constance probably wouldn't give a damn.
* * *
Constance finished toweling herself off. She felt so damn...good. No
regrets, no guilt -- just good. She'd cum like gangbusters, and the fact
that she'd been able to coax yet another ejaculation from the kid only
convinced her that the problem with her marriage was not that she was
lacking in appeal.
Cheerfully brushing her teeth, she watched her breasts jiggle with the
motion of her arm. Nice tits, lady, she told herself. And, on impulse,
decided she was going to treat herself to dinner tonight. Alone. At that
seafood place in Fort Lee, the one with the great lobster.
She gargled with Scope -- Nothing better for rinsing away the taste of
boy cum, she thought -- and stepped back into the bedroom. Oh, yeah, the
drapes. Well, who could see in? The hell with it. But the place reeked of
sex. She opened the window despite the heat and quickly stripped the bed
linen, tossing it into the laundry chute. Then Constance pulled on a
halter and some shorts and remade the bed with fresh linen.
Catching a glimpse of her curvaceous reflection in the bedroom mirror,
Constance decided to indulge herself one more long-missed pleasure. From
her closet, she pulled the lightweight summer dress, the one that was
nearly backless, the one she usually wore over a light, short-sleeved shirt
for the sake of modesty.
Hmmmm...lobster and hungry stares. Yeah, she could live with that.
She'd leave Jack a note -- not that he'd miss her. Hell, he was probably
going to be "working late," anyhow.
Tomorrow, she told herself, I'm going to teach Ronnie how to eat a
woman properly. He'd quickly learned the rudiments, but he needed
practice.
Smiling, she stripped off her halter and shorts, slipped into a pair
of panties and pulled on the dress.
* * *
It took Jack four tries, but he finally managed to connect with the
doorbell. He waited for a few minutes and rang again. Nothing. Damn, and
he really needed to get in there and use the head. And maybe sit down for
a few minutes; he wasn't feeling too steady. In fact, he decided, maybe he
better sit down on the steps for a few minute.
He managed to sit without falling and dumbly contemplated a slightly
blurred world.
"Hello?"
He didn't see anyone.
"Are you alright?" Legs came into view. He looked up, fumbled through
his somewhat-numbed memory. Harry's daughter...
"Mr. McEvoy?"
"Oh, hi...Lisa."
"Mr. McEvoy, my mom and dad aren't home yet. They're going out to
dinner."
"Oh. Okay. No problem." He struggled to stand, started to lose his
balance. Lisa steadied him, and he nearly fell on her. "Um, can I use
your bathroom? Too much beer."
"I guessed. Sure. Come on inside."
"Apologize."
She led him inside, pointed and watched him stagger toward the
bathroom.
* * *
"Hi, Ronnie." She dropped her shoulder bag on the pass-through
counter to the kitchen. Ronnie was sitting on one of the stools, staring
at the remaining half of what appeared to be a peanut-butter- and-
marshmallow-fluff sandwich.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"Mom and Dad home?" She took some apple juice from the refrigerator.
"Dad's upstairs working."
She peered at his face. "Are you okay, Ronnie? You look awfully
tired."
He took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."
"Maybe you ought to lay down for a while."
He stared at the half-sandwich for a moment. "Maybe I will."
The phoned chirped. Nancy grabbed the cordless from the counter. She
was worried about her handsome younger brother. She'd never seen him this
subdued.
"Sugarman residence," she said.
"Nancy, it's me." Lisa's voice. "I need some help."
"Sure." Nancy tried not to smile; Lisa had seemed to be helping
herself out just fine. "What's up?"
"You know Mrs. McEvoy's husband?"
"Sure."
"He's here, he's drunk and he's almost passed out. Can you help me
get him home before someone sees the husband of the only nice person on the
school board falling-down drunk?"
"Five minutes."
She hung up. "Ronnie, I'm going to help Lisa with something. Tell
Dad and Mom for me, okay?"
"'kay."
She hoped her brother wasn't coming down with something.
* * *
She'd enjoyed the valet's stares so much she almost missed the
maitre'd's polite, "Ma'am?"
"Sorry -- woolgathering. Table for one."
"Do you have a reservation?"
Constance smiled. "I have no reservations, pal."
"Well, ma'am -- "
"Your place is nearly empty -- except for the bar -- and I want
dinner. Now."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we have a policy requiring -- "
Uh-oh. She suddenly realized what was happening. A sexy woman in a
backless, low cut sundress in a restaraunt with a bar frequented by
businessmen.
"Get the manager. Now. Please."
"But -- "
A small Japanese man emerged from the bar area. He wore an impeccable
three-piece suit. He looked to be about 50, maybe 60 years old.
"Excuse me, but may I be of some assistance?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hiroko, but this lady -- " There was a decided
emphasis on the two syllables -- "doesn't have a reservation."
"I see. I'm sure we can accommodate her, Clarence. This is Ms.
Constance McEvoy, who is on the school board. I recognize her from the
meetings. Allow me?" He gestured Clarence away. "Ms. McEvoy, where would
you like to dine?"
"Thank you. By the window?"
"Of course." He led her to the table and held a chair for her. As
she settled herself, he beckoned. A waiter appeared with menus, a wine
list and cold water. "If you wish anything at all, please don't hesitate
to ask for me." He handed her his card.
"Thank you, sir." She glanced at the card -- English on one side,
Japanese on the other. When she looked up, she caught him staring down the
front of her dress.
He was totally unembarrassed. "Thank you. I hope you will enjoy
yourself." He bowed slightly and left.
As she examined the menu, Constance smiled. Yes, this was the way it
was supposed to be: An afternoon of cumming with an insatiable, big-dicked
youth, and now an evening driving the businessmen nuts.
* * *
It was better than a porno movie, Sid decided. Watching Mrs.
Constance Big Boobies McEvoy fucking and sucking his son. And then having
her stand almost completely naked at the window and open it. Almost like
she knew he was watching. Almost like she was saying, Here it is, big boy!
Come' n' get it!
His balls ached from jerking off so much.
Oh, well, he told himself. Finish off the fucking project plans and
deliver them. Get your mind back on your work.
He bent over the drafting table and meticulously worked at the
perspective drawing. He knew it was his best work yet.
* * *
"I didn't think we were going to make it," Nancy puffed, The drunken
man could barely stand, let alone walk, and they'd nearly carried him for
most of the four blocks.
"I'm not sure we have," Lisa rasped back, closing the door and
savoring the cool air of the house after the hot sun.
Jack McEvoy was sprawled on the couch. He was a mess. His clothes
were rumpled and stained, his hair was unkempt and his left hand had a
small scratch where he'd lurched against the door on the way in.
As the two samaritans watched, he tried to stand. Twice. The second
time he made it upright before falling back to the couch.
"Mr. McEvoy," Nancy said, "why don't you just stretch out and take a
nap?"
"Gotta...gotta...too much beer."
"No shit, Sherlock," Lisa muttered.
He climbed to his feet again and lurched toward the stairs.
"Uh-oh." Nancy darted toward him. She had a vision of him falling
down the stairs.
"No, Mr. McEvoy, please..." Lisa cooed, trying to divert him from
the stairs.
"I have to take a leak,' scuse the' spression." He dropped to his
hands and knees and started crawling up the stairs.
"We better make sure he doesn't crack his head," Lisa said. Nancy
nodded, and they stayed right behind him all the way to the top. Still on
his hands and knees, he went to the door of the master bedroom. Nancy
turned the knob for him.
"What the -- " The bedroom was broiling. Someone had left the window
open to the midday heat. Nancy quickly closed the window and pulled the
drape to block the sun.
"We've got trouble," Lisa said. Nancy turned, saw Jack's ashen
complexion. She scanned the room, saw the open door to the bathroom.
"Come on." Nancy grabbed one of his arms, Lisa took the other and
they dragged him to the bathroom. Somehow, he pulled his head up over the
bowl.
"Gross," Lisa muttered. They backed out of the bathroom as he began
to expel.
Nancy shivered. She was feeling a bit ill, herself.
"You okay?" Lisa asked.
"Not really. Hearing that kinda gets me."
Lisa shrugged. "Doesn't bother me that way. Hey, thanks for the
rescue, pal."
"Anytime, bud. Listen, I'm going to go home. Ronnie doesn't look
like he feels very good. Dad's going to deliver some plans for his new
project tonight, and Mom's playing bridge with her pals, so I want to keep
an eye on him."
"Sure. If anything interesting comes up, give me a call." Lisa
grinned lewdly.
"Perv." Nancy grinned back.
They heard a groan from the bathroom.
"I'm gonna stick around for a few minutes, keep an eye on him."
"Sure."
Nancy hurried downstairs, now enjoying the hot, fresh air and the
scent of green.
* * *
"Is everything to your satisfaction, Ms. McEvoy?"
"It's wonderful, Mr. Hiroko. Thank you. Would you care to join me
over desert?"
"Thank you, but would I offend if I limited myself to tea?"
"Not at all."
"You are very gracious."
Constance smiled. She knew that Mr. Hiroko was now the envy of every
man in the bar.
Play it for all its worth, she told herself.
* * *
"Oh, geez, Mr. McEvoy..." Lisa moaned. "You barfed on yourself."
He nodded weakly, sitting propped against the edge of the tub. Lisa
switched on the ventilator and flushed the bowl. "If you can help me get
up..."
"Okay." She bent and slipped her hands under his shoulders. Which
was when she realized that if he was sufficiently conscious, he was getting
a good view down the front of her tee-shirt.
Grunting with effort, working together, they managed to get him to his
feet. He held on to the top of the sliding doors on the tub.
"That's good. Thanks. I can take it from here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
She hesitated, uncertain. "Well, look, maybe I can make some coffee
or something for you and --"
He turned slightly green. "Please don't mention food."
"Gotcha." She slipped out of the bathroom. She was about to exit the
bedroom and head for home when she realized he wasn't that steady yet, and
a lot of people got hurt falling in the tub. She decided to wait till she
was sure he was okay. And where the hell was his pretty wife?
Lisa went to the window and drew the drapes back. Must be close to
five, she decided. She glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. And
stared. Had she really gone out of the house dressed like that -- in the
old, tight denim shorts and just that thin tee-shirt. Perspiration had
soaked the shirt to her tits; it was nearly transparent.
Of course, she *had* dressed in a hurry. The doorbell had awakened
her from a slight doze brought on by, oh, about a thousand orgasms with the
vibrator. She grinned. She'd actually worn out the batteries! And even
then, it had its uses. She wondered sometimes if there was something wrong
with her, the way she'd cum and cum and cum; it didn't seem natural.
Even now, she thought, seeing her nipples bulge with arousal.
Then she heard the shower running.
Inspiration struck.
* * *
"Hi, Dad." Nancy spotted her dad as soon as she walked in the
doorway. "Finished the plans?"
"Oh, hi, sweetheart. Yes, all done." He had the cylinder under his
arm, the one that he used to carry project plans. He put it aside to
receive her hug, tensing slightly at the press of her firm, well- developed
body against his side. His penis began to fill, and he cursed himself; how
could he let himself get turned on by his little girl? He pulled away.
"Gonna take them over now. Want to come with me?"
"I dunno, Dad. Ronnie looked like he wasn't feeling too well. He
just said he's tired, but I don't know. I want to keep an eye on him."
"He probably wore himself out this afternoon helping Mrs. McEvoy
clean out her attic." And clean out her pipes, he thought.
"Anyhow, I got some studying to do."
"Okay, sweetheart. I won't be back for a couple of hours. You'll be
okay?"
"I can take care of myself, Dad."
"That's my baby." He gave her a chaste peck on the forehead, grabbed
his plans case and headed out the door.
* * *
I wonder where his wife is? Lisa had thought, prowling the first
floor. And then she'd spotted the note under the magnetic clip on the
refrigerator door. Aha!
The shower had stopped running about five minutes before. If she had
it figured right, he should be just about finished rinsing his mouth and
toweling off -- and just about ready to fall onto the bed.
Naked.
"Brazen," she whispered, starting her slow creep up the stairs.
Halfway down the hall, she heard the thump of a limp body hitting the
mattress.
"Brazen." She mouthed the word, soundless, listening at the door.
After a few minutes, she heard the soft snoring. Even better, she
thought -- because no one snores on their belly. He's face up. And I'm
gonna get to see a real one...finally!
She put her hand on the door knob and slowly began to turn it.
* * *
"Good evening, Mr. Sugarman. Work or dinner tonight?"
"Work, I'm afraid, Clarence."
"Mr. Hiroko is at a customer's table right now -- "
"Can you give these to him when he's finished?"
The maitre' d smiled. "No, sir, he said to bring you right to him
when you arrived. Follow me." He led Sid through the tables, which were
slowly filling, toward the window seats. "He's right there -- "
Sid didn't hear the rest of it. He'd spotted his client, but his eyes
were on the customer.
* * *
Nancy was puzzled -- and concerned. Usually, if her brother was in
his room at this hour, he was whacking off; not today. In fact, from the
sounds she could barely make out through his door, he was actually dozing.
That was a first.
* * *
"Oh, you know each other?"
"Yes," Constance replied, smiling. "We're neighbors."
"In fact, Constance had my son help her out today. I hope he did a
good job."
"Oh, he was quite good. And very energetic"
Sid nodded too rapidly. "Glad to hear it. I wouldn't want the
Sugarman name ever to be associated with less than satisfactory work."
Hiroko laughed, Constance smiled. Why did she have the feeling Sid
was saying more than he seemed to be? Had the kid talked? "Well, we got a
lot more done than I'd hoped, but I still have some more work for him."
"Excellent. Hey, I'm available, too, if you have need some really big
stuff moved."
"Thanks, Sid, but I'm sure Ronnie can handle it."
"He's a hard worker, alright -- a real Sugarman."
"And these are the final plans?" Hiroko asked gently.
Sid's eyes and smile made Constance uneasy, but Hiroko was diverting
the man's attention. Constance took a small sip of her coffee and tried to
relax.
* * *
Geez, what's the big deal; it looks like a worm.
Lisa was a bit disappointed and knew she shouldn't be. After all, the
guy was drunk and asleep; damned unlikely she'd get to see a real hard-on.
She stood beside the bed, staring down at him. He was a good- looking
man, and he was pretty well built. And she just adored the sprinkling of
light brown hair on his chest and the thick patch of curly pubic hair. She
really wanted to see his balls.
Lisa took a deep breath and decided to chance it. She crawled
carefully onto the bed, between his legs. She bent low, lower...
Weird looking, she decided. Somehow, she hadn't expected them to be
so big or hang so loose. The only scrotums she'd ever seen were on babies.
She crawled closer, gingerly avoiding touching him. At a range of
about 18 inches, she studied his genitals with fascinated eyes. She wished
she could see it hard. She wondered what it felt like.
Almost in horror, she watched her hand reach up. She let her
fingertips graze the wrinkled shaft, surprised at its warmth.
"Snarf."
She snatched her hand back and froze in terror, immobilized for long
seconds. His breathing slowly became regular again.
And she noticed that his cock had stretched a bit.
Maybe, she thought. Maybe.
Very carefully, she reached up and again let her fingertips rest on
his cock. She moved them down and back up again, barely touching him. To
her delight and wonderment, his prick began swell and fill.
Cool!
She kept up the movement of her fingers, then grasped his cock at
midpoint between thumb and forefinger. It was so -- amazing! It was hard
and hot, yet velvety soft. And it was still growing.
He moaned, muttered something in his sleep. She couldn't make sense
of it. This was August and he was mumbling about May.
But he wasn't waking up.
She continued lightly jacking his cock until it was fully erect. Lisa
was impressed. It was a bit longer than her vibrator and notably thicker.
Since her toy was six inches long and an inch in diameter, it made her
wonder about Nancy's brother and his magic johnson; could something that
much bigger actually go into a woman?
Her pussy was damp.
I wonder if I can get him to shoot his stuff in his sleep. Guys have
wet dreams, so...
She needed some kind of lubricant, she decided, so she drooled saliva
onto her hand and resumed jacking.
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