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submission, violence, piercing or bathroom sports. There's a little
nausea, but not related to the sex. The only drugs are some brew and
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CONSTANCE
By Friar Dave
friar_dave@mhbbs.com
(Copyright, 1994)
Part Five
* * *
Sid was seething while he waited for his car. Obviously, Mrs. Prim
and Proper Tight Ass McEvoy was into something with the old Jap. But how
could that be? The old bastard probably couldn't even get it up anymore!
He tipped the valet and got into the BMW. Who could figure? At least
one Sugarman was taking care of business, though.
As he headed for Route 17, an idea occurred to him: Maybe she was
dumping him. Maybe that was it. The kid had done so well by her that she
was no longer interested in the little Jap.
"Sure," he said aloud. "That's the ticket."
* * *
"Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah, sis. I feel a lot better now."
He looked better, too. Nancy was relieved. She really loved her baby
brother. She wanted everything to be okay for him.
"Anyhow, I'm gonna soak in the hottub."
She smiled. "Sure. See you later."
Now THAT was the Ronnie she knew!
* * *
Lisa loved it. Here was this big, strong grownup man humping and
groaning in his sleep -- and all because of her hand on his hard prick.
But it was frustrating, too -- because she wanted to see that stuff shoot
out. She really wanted to make him cum. She also really wanted to rub her
bare pussy, not just through the shorts.
No sense in going halfway, she decided. She crawled off the bed and
quickly shucked her shorts and shirt. Then she knelt between his legs,
leaned over his throbbing prick and led some spit dribble onto the knobby
end.
She grabbed his cock, spread the lubricating saliva with her hand and
began jacking again. Her firm, 14-year-old B-cup titties jiggled perkily
with her motions.
Her other hand went between her legs, to her aching, quivering pussy
and clit. She didn't remember ever being this wet.
* * *
Nancy stood under the hot spray of her shower. She wondered what
would happen if she simply walked in on her brother and joined him in the
hottub.
He'd probably freak out, she decided.
But maybe he'd let her touch it...and practice the things that she
wanted to do as well as everything else she undertook. She could practice
licking and sucking it, maybe even...everything.
Her nipples hardened as she thought of lowering herself on his stiff
dick. She let one hand dally over her compact little pussy with its few
downy sprouts.
But then --
No, she told herself. It'd be nice for him and for me, but not smart.
She knew she was going to have to watch out for her slower- witted baby
brother, and if they started playing sex games, she'd be unable to relate
to him the way she would have to.
She rinsed herself and stepped out of the shower. As she dried off,
she told herself that it was a shame things worked out the way they did.
And of course, given the size of his penis -- well, she was *awfully* tight
down there.
In her room, Nancy contemplated her attire for the balance of the
evening. And then she contemplated what she'd seen Lisa doing. Nancy
didn't have a vibrator.
But she did have an electric toothbrush.
With a wicked little grin of pleasure, she stepped quickly -- and
briefly -- back into her bathroom.
* * *
"Ummmm! Ummmm!"
His groans were louder, his humping more urgent, his erection
throbbing more intensely -- and still he wouldn't cum!
Lisa was having trouble stifling her own groans. Her busy little
fingers kept her near orgasm...but never quite there. She wanted to hold
off, cum at the same time he did. But she was aching for her cum.
She stared down at the flaring slit in his cockhead and licked her
lips.
Time for another first, she decided, and ducked her head down, her
mouth open.
* * *
Sid unlocked the front door and let himself into his home. The kids
were nowhere to be seen. Nancy was probably studying, he figured, but
where was Ronnie? He looked into the basement -- the kid was nuts for his
video games -- but came up empty. Then he heard the water running. Sure,
the hottub. Ronnie had long since discovered the pleasures of the Jacuzzi
jets on his nuts while whacking off.
That's my boy, he thought proudly. Knock off a couple dozen quick
ones with Mrs. Hot Ass Constance McEvoy and then come home and polish the
pole some more.
With a sigh of resignation regarding his sexy neighbor, Sid decided to
look over his notes one more time, maybe play with some of the sketches for
his dream house. He'd bought some lovely land in Vermont, near a lake. He
was planning to design his personal dream house for the site. His wife
hated the Vermont cold, but who cared? It was his money and his dream
house. She could stay in Bergen County, if she liked. And now that Ronnie
had gotten a taste of premium cooze, he'd probably be loathe to leave it
behind, especially since he wasn't crazy for Vermont in the winter. At
least his precious little girl would like it; Nancy loved cross-country
skiing.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor and headed for the steep
steps up to his little studio. As he passed Nancy's door, he heard an odd
noise -- and gasping.
What the fuck?
Sid quietly put his ear to the door. The whirring was louder -- and
so were her grunts.
He was about to knock when he heard: "Ahhhh! Yesyesyesyesyes..."
He went numb. He knew that sound, knew what it meant.
Among other things, it meant he was getting a hard-on.
Fucking pervert! he cursed himself. That's my little girl!
Still he couldn't resist dropping to one knee, looking through the
keyhole...
All he could see was one foot, upturned and toes curled, jerking in
time to her groaning.
Sid got to his feet and slowly, quietly, climbed the stairs to his
studio.
I have to get help, he told himself. Getting a hard-on from hearing
my little baby doing -- well, THAT.
* * *
Cocksucking wasn't bad at all, Lisa thought, but she obviously needed
more experience. She'd always heard that this made guys cum too fast, and
10 minutes of it had done nothing but increase the volume and pathos of his
moans and give her a sore jaw. His dick was really a lot thicker than her
vibrator.
In the meantime, her pussy was positively yowling for attention.
She straightened and looked down at his angrily throbbing -- and
largely beer-anesthetized -- erection.
You've gone this far, girl, she told herself. Might as well put that
thing to good use.
Carefully, Lisa crouched with one foot on either side of his hips.
She reached down and grabbed the now-familiar cock, aiming it at her pussy.
She was suddenly beset by doubt. His cock looked awfully, awfully thick
compared to her lightly furred -- and soaking wet -- pussy.
Oh, what the hell, she thought. She began pushing down.
* * *
"This is lovely, Mr. Hiroko."
"Please, call me John." He smiled and closed the door behind her as
she looked around his private dining room. Constance was impressed. The
room was paneled in cherrywood and the walls were lined with leather
banquettes. To one side was a low, Japanese dining table surrounded by
cushions. She felt quite at ease with him.
"May I offer you a refreshment?" he asked, politely gesturing for her
to be seated.
"Thank you...John."
"I have a premium scotch, single-malt. Do you indulge?"
"A very, very small one, neat please. I have to drive."
"Of course. And it would not do for you to appear tipsy, as I fear I
may already have compromised you." he stood with his back to her, busy with
a small liquor cabinet.
Constance was a bit confused. "Compromised me? I don't understand."
He turned, holding two cut crystal -- Waterford, she realized --
glasses of smoky liquid. "Mrs. McEvoy -- "
"Constance, please."
"Thank you. Constance, I have been enjoying our conversation so much,
I did not realize until I invited you in here that -- well, the
appearance." He offered her the scotch, then sat a few feet from her,
facing her across the soft leather.
Constance smiled. "I'm sure no one would come to the wrong
conclusion, John. You're a well-respected businessman with a wife and
children."
He actually blushed and looked downward for a moment. "The delicate
fact, Constance, is that this room has been used for... indulgences in the
past. Most of my acquaintances in this community are aware of the
significance when an attractive woman accompanies me here."
She blinked. Hiroko with mistresses? Hey, she thought, there may be
snow on the roof, et cetera.
"But, your wife -- I'm sorry." She took a sip of the scotch.
"My wife...is understanding and traditional. It is a not-uncommon
situation in Tokyo. Our devotion to each other is unshakable, but people
have needs."
"I...quite understand." And to her astonishment, she realized she was
actually considering --
Her nipples were swelling.
"So I fear my acquaintances may make the incorrect assumption."
She eyed him slowly. He was really quite an appealing man. And so
attentive, yet not fawning.
"John, do you really think I'm an attractive woman?"
"Undeniably."
She put her scotch on the back of the banquet and stood.
"Well, we certainly can't have people making the wrong assumptions."
And with that, Constance reached behind her neck and pulled loose the
knot holding up the front of her dress. The fabric floated downward,
revealing her breasts and her swollen nipples.
"O kage samme de!" he exclaimed.
"I'm glad you think so." She smiled and stepped toward him.
* * *
Lisa could not believe how big it felt in her -- or how hot. This,
she decided, was much better than the vibrator.
But it was stretching her so much! And she only had the tip of it in
her!
"Oh, May, May, May..." He kept murmuring it over and over again in his
sleep.
Still crouching, still gripping his shaft with one hand, Lisa bit her
lower lip and forced her straining young cunt lower, managed to somehow
wedge another inch or so of his cock into her. With it securely lodged --
Secure, hell; she wasn't sure she could get it out.
-- she carefully switched to a kneeling position over him, which
rammed a little more of his hard prick up into her.
"So hot, May, so hot..."
On her knees, carrying her upper body weight with her hands braced on
either side of him, Lisa began twisting her hips and slowly working him out
and back in, taking just a little more each time. It felt good, but it
wasn't easy getting her young pussy to accept more of this fat prick.
But at the halfway point, when she pulled up and then pushed down
again, the liquid slide of his throbbing cock in her velvety cunt sent a
shiver of pleasure through her.
Yes!
* * *
Relaxed, sated, refreshed, Nancy bounced down the stairs and went into
the kitchen, She was always hungry after she came. She spotted her
brother's uneaten half-sandwich in the refrigerator. Gotta replace those
calories, she thought, and grabbed it.
Not five minutes later, Ronnie appeared. He was in his bathrobe, and
clearly relaxed and feeling better. He really was cute, she thought, and
again wished things were different.
"Sorry about the sandwich," she mumbled, waving what was left of it at
him.
"That's okay," he said brightly. "I'll make another one."
Nancy wolfed down the last of it and took a big swig of cold Evian.
Too big a swig. Some of it overran her lips and ran down to soak the front
of her yellow blouse. And of course she was braless. Her nips hardened up
under the coolness.
She suddenly became aware her brother was staring at her.
Uh-oh...
"Ronnie?"
He shook himself and looked at her face. "Yeah?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Well -- you sure have pretty titties."
"Thank you."
"And..."
"And what?" She figured this had better be quashed now.
"Well, I learned something new today, but I need practice at it." He
was trying to be evasive.
"What did you learn?"
"Ummmm...how to use my tongue to make a...girl person feel good."
She frowned. "Who'd you learn this from?"
"I promised not to tell."
I'll bet, she thought. So Mrs. McEvoy isn't all that prim after all.
"But, I thought, maybe I could practice with you."
Keeping her face calm, she took her brother by the hand and sat him on
the stool at the pass-through counter. "Ronnie, we can never do things
like that. We can never even talk about them if anyone else is around. It
could get a lot of people in a lot of trouble."
"Is it bad to do that stuff?"
She shook her head. "No, but people get upset."
"I don't understand."
"Neither do they, but I'll try to explain it..."
* * *
At 7:20 p.m. in late August in Bergen County, New Jersey, the sun is
just beginning to seriously drop in the evening sky. Sid Sugarman's studio
faced east; the McEvoys' master bedroom faced west. The light of the
setting sun was just perfect for illuminating the interior of the bedroom.
And the bed.
"I don't fucking believe it!" Sid muttered, catching a glimpse of
sun-brightened flesh moving on the bed. He leaned over and peered through
the spotter scope. Two things were immediately obvious: the woman on the
bed was doing the work and the woman on the bed was not Mrs. Constance
Big-Boobed-Redhead McEvoy.
Almost of its own volition, his hand was rubbing his cock through his
pants leg.
* * *
Jack couldn't believe how good her pussy felt, how tight and hot and
wet. His cock felt bigger than ever in her sweet cunt, and he felt like it
would never end.
Musta been a dream, he thought, as he lay back and let Mei bounce
happily on his stiff penis.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, and he felt her pussy contracting
powerfully, spastically on his dick. He groaned her name as he felt the
cum rising in his balls.
Almost immediately, she resumed the bouncing. He just wished she'd
take him all the way in. He brought his hands up and put them on her ass.
She had the tightest, firmest little butt he'd touched since he was 15.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!" she groaned as he tightened his hold on her butt
and began hunching up at her and he pulled her down. She started spasming
on him again as his cock hit the end of her pussy.
Huh?
For the first time, Jack opened his eyes. He expected to see Mei
Fong's long black hair and exquisite Chinese features and perfect palm-
filling titties. He expected to see his gorgeous bed-friend riding him to
a post-nap orgasm, bringing him back from the strange dream.
Instead, he was looking up into the face of a wildly orgasmic
14-year-old girl with short brown hair and full, thrusting young tits
capped with stiff spikes of nipples. A 14-year-old girl who looked ready
to pass out with pleasure.
"Oh, shit!"
Her eyes focused on his face.
"Please don't stop!" she hissed and bounced her nimble young ass over
him.
* * *
"Constance?"
"Mmmmm?"
"That was lovely."
She lay back on the banquet, one foot on the floor, the other on the
back of the built-in. "I hope this room is soundproof."
He smiled and drew her up into his arms, cradling her against his
chest. "Quite. I never anticipated that you might be so vocally
expressive."
"John, I have never felt anything like that in my life. The way your
tongue felt...mmmmm."
"You are delicious."
"And I thought all Asian men had, well, rather less sizable
endowments."
"Like most stereotypes..."
"I should say so. And very impressive self-control."
"At my age, it's necessary to be sure that a one-time activity lasts
as long as necessary to truly savor it." His hands lightly followed the
curves of her breasts.
"Mmmmm -- I wish there was a way to arrange an encore."
He smiled. "From your lips, as they say, to --"
"Now there's an idea." She disentangled herself and slid to her knees
on the carpeted floor. "John, have you ever had your cock sucked by a
horny redhead with a 22-inch waist and D-cup tits?"
* * *
"Lisa!" he gasped. "Stop it! What are you doing?"
"Fucking my brains out," she hissed and bounced all the faster.
Jack looked down to where her cunt slid up and down on his aching
prick and wondered how she'd managed to get him into her. Her pussy
appeared to be turning inside out with each stroke. He knew he should
throw her off him, knew he should stop her.
He also knew he couldn't do either.
"Cum! Cum!" she spat him. "Cum in me! AHHH!"
The convulsions of her tight teenaged cunt around his prick were the
last straw. With a groan of surrender, Jack McEvoy lurched up at her and
his balls started pumping. Above him, Lisa's eyes went wide. She froze
momentarily, and then seemed intent on forcing every last inch of his prick
up her cunt.
Jack's cum ended rather quickly, and his cock started softening
immediately. Lisa reached between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit
until she came yet again, and then let herself fall onto his chest.
* * *
"So how was Mrs. McEvoy's chore today?"
Ronnie never took his eyes off the screen, where he was playing Mortal
Kombat. "Not bad at all. She's real nice. She gave me 20 bucks."
"Good."
At least the rehearsal went well, she thought, and then Nancy wondered
how nice Mrs. McEvoy would be when she found her husband sleeping it off.
In the meantime, though, Nancy had an idea. She went to her room and
dialed Lisa's number. She was going to arrange for two of the most special
people in her world to be a lot happier. Besides, Ronnie needed the
practice.
* * *
"But why not someone your own age?"
She shook her head. "Look, Jack, I don't get much chance to do
anything with anyone. I'm just an innocent little girl, which status will
not change until 12:01 a.m. on my eighteenth birthday, at which time I
will miraculously understand how everything is supposed to work. I'm not
allowed on dates. I have to be chaperoned to the mall. Everything I know
about sex I've had to learn from library books that I can't even check out
on my card...or through trial and error."
"Well, it's normal for parents to want to protect their kids -- "
She whirled and glared. "Protect? Oh, Jack, what unbelievable
*bullshit*! I'm only 14 -- and I'm probably the last girl in my class at
St. Barnabus to get fucked. I know -- personally -- three girls who've
had abortions. One of them thought you can't get pregnant the first time.
You call that protection?"
"You took a chance with -- "
"You had a vasectomy. I know, because my mother talked about you
wanting to avoid a high-risk pregnancy for your wife. And the only reason
I know what a vasectomy means is the reading room at the library -- before
they made those books off-limits to us little kids." He cupped her breasts
and bent her head toward. "Hear that, little kids?"
He pursed his lips, then: "It's parents' responsibility to teach their
kids -- "
"DON'T YOU GET IT?" she screamed. "My parents don't want to think
I'll ever grow up. You should have heard the fight when my mother said I
needed a bra! 'Not my little girl!' Dad's yelling. They're convinced I
won't get horny if nobody says anything -- as if I didn't discover my
clitoris the first time the shower spray hit it! I'm supposed to be intact
and ignorant as a babe so I can know the joy of womanhood when I get my
hymen ruptured by some rutting, equally ignorant dork on my wedding night.
Not -- this -- kid!"
Jack sighed. "Why me, though?" It sound like a complaint.
She snorted. "You, sir, were what is known as a target of
opportunity." Then she shrugged, making her tits bobble. "Besides, you're
kind of cute."
He still lay naked and sweaty on the bed. His pubic hair was matted
with her juices and his. He shook his head from side to side.
"I thought it was a dream," he mumbled.
She pulled on her shorts. "Yeah, you kept mumbling, This is August.
What happened in May?"
He groaned.
She smiled. "Anyhow, I gotta tell you -- I really enjoyed this. I
mean, you were my first man -- even if I wasn't technically a virgin. I
liked it with you, a lot. You don't suppose we could do this again
sometime, do you?"
"You've got to be kidding! What if someone found out?"
"I won't tell if you won't." She came to the side of the bed and bent
over him, her taut young breats hanging down. He couldn't take his eyes
off those beautiful, precocious tits. "What do you say?"
"I don't think it would be a good idea..."
"My wet little pussy thinks it is. Any other precincts reporting?"
She ducked her head, looking past her boobies at his still-limp dick.
"Hung over. Well, if there're any other votes, phone 'em in." She kissed
his nose, then bounced up, striding past the window in search of the shirt
she'd tossed aside earlier. She found it, pulled it over her head and
strode to the bedroom door.
"Anyhow, I gotta go. Thanks again, stud."
And was gone.
Jack groaned.
* * *
Sid finished swabbing his leg and pulled his pants back up. He
resumed his perch and looked through the scope. He'd gotten a good look at
the taut-breasted lass when she'd strolled past the sunlit window, just
seconds after he'd finished jerking off.
He still couldn't believe it. He would have believed a lot of things
about Jack McEvoy, but not that he was a pedophile. No wonder the
beautiful, sensitive redhead who'd married him had to find satisfaction
elsewhere. She'd married a child-molester. Someone should do something
about it, he thought, but what?
Then it came to him. Of course. And he knew how to do it. Go to one
of the video stores in Times Square and buy a kiddie porn tape. Maybe one
of those Traci Lords tapes. Sid had really enjoyed her big, firm-nippled
tits and braying orgasms until he'd learned she'd made the tapes when she
was underage, at which point he'd burned all of his videos. Not that he
could ever forget them. But he could probably find some in Times Square.
And then mail one to Jack McEvoy -- and call the Post Office with an
anonymous tip. Possession of kiddie porn, even unsolicited, would fuck up
that pervert's life. But good. Yeah, that was the ticket.
Who knew? Maybe Mrs. Big Tits Hot Little Ass Redhead Constance McEvoy
would enjoy some grownup solace. And since Lisa was already --
He thrust the thought from his mind and bent to his drawing table. He
had to finish the plans for the house in Vermont. He had to get it built
and move the family up there, so his innocent little girl would be safe
from people like Jack McEvoy.
-- end --
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That's it for this little tale. Next up, in a coupla-few days:
DUNNING. It's a repost, but it has not been seen in this Newsgroup for
several months -- at least.
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Self-indulgent rant: The sysop of the BBS that gives me access and space
for my own forum only carries .a.s.s and .a.s.s.d sporadically. Why?
Because the spamming in those two newsgroups runs up his bill for his
feed (which is calculated, he tells me, based on time and bytes trans-
ferred). Unlike junk mail sent through the USP"S," the sender doesn't pay
for electronic junk mail; the RECEIVER does. That is the ultimate insult,
the electronic equivalent of having some smarmy carny barker pick your
pocket to pay for his misleading pitch. And its net -- no pun intended --
effect is to shut down discourse on a subject most humans want or need to
talk about. I wonder what would happen if each and every reader of those
two newsgroups made a point to visit one of the spamming Websites daily --
solely for the purpose of following links to their advertisers and telling
the advertisers who support the spammers that we will never, not until
ski lift tickets are sold in Hell, subscribe to their (the advertisers')
sites as long as they support spammers...
Just my two cents' worth, figuring I'm entitled to a little editorial,
as I seem to be one of the vanishing few (re)posting original work.
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CONSTANCE
By Friar Dave
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