Mrs. Reid Ch. 6

At last her legs tired, she rested with her knees outside my hips and slowly rose and fell over me. She undulated her hips above me, like a belly dancer, my her vagina caressing every millimeter of my tingling cockhead. She was breathing through her mouth, her lips twisted in a sneer of contempt and lust. She leaned down and kissed me savagely, pulling my tongue into her mouth and sucking it as her pussy kept sliding up and down my cock. I was getting close. Beverly pulled away and thrust her nipple into my mouth, and I sucked it greedily, my lips and tongue teasing it into ever greater hardness.

"Ooooh," Beverly whispered. I sucked her nipple. "Oh, Marc," she said, so softly I could barely hear. "Oh Marc, fuck me, I love it, I love you." Her hips moved faster, faster. "Marc...Marc..."

She squatted over me again and grabbed my hips and fucked me like a dildo. She slammed her hips down against me over and over, her chin tucked against her chest, watching my penis glide in and out of her, and she started to tremble. "Oh Marc!" she sobbed as the tremors increased. Her nipples were red and rock hard and I knew she was about to have another orgasm. And I was too. She fucked me faster and faster and faster and the head of my penis never lost the perfect angle it needed to slide all the way out of her and then all the way back in.

Beverly forced my cock all the way inside her and a huge smile slowly spread across her dark red lips. She let out a long ragged breath, her fingernails scraped across my ribs. And feeling her nails touching me, her nails digging into me, that was enough to bring me to climax. "Beverly." I whispered as I ejaculated inside her. My depleted balls clenched, a thin spray of semen flowed from my penis, and the ecstasy washed over me. I lifted my hips involuntarily, trying to force my exploding tip as deep inside her as possible. Then it was over, when I stopped coming, when Beverly's orgasm came to an end, she eased herself down and let her head rest on my chest.

"Oh, Marc," she sighed. I didn't know where she was right now in her head, and I didn't want to know. It would have been nice to hear her moaning MY name, but I wasn't about to complain. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I was done. There was nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do.

Beverly sat back on her haunches, taking deep cleansing breaths, as though she'd just done an hour of yoga instead of doing me. She rocked back and stood straight up on the bed, towering over me. My semen oiled the outer lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes and stretched like a cat, reaching for the ceiling with her nails. She hopped off the bed, surprising me still with her athleticism, and then, surprising me again, she pulled on her shorts and shirt.

When she finished dressing she picked up the handcuff keys and walked to the side of the bed. I felt her fumbling with the iron collars behind me. "I got what I wanted," she purred. "I got my revenge on you. My fingers, my mouth, my tongue, and my pussy will haunt you the rest of your life."

I thought, "No, they won't." I closed my eyes and smiled as I replayed recent events in my mind. I'd just been fucked silly by a woman almost cartoonishly sexy. I'd loved it. All I had to do was get free and the past few hours would become a cherished memory. All I had to do was wait for Beverly to finish unlocking the cuffs. Any second now. Any second now, she'd let me go.

I opened my eyes. Beverly was staring down at me like a hawk who'd just spotted an especially plump mouse. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice vibrating with menace.

"What? N..n...nothing. I'm just waiting for you to let me go"

She knelt next to me and seized my chin in her long fingers. "Are you...smiling?"

I felt like I might never smile again. "No," I squeaked.

She bounced on the bed and threw her leg over my chest and straddled me. "You WERE smiling!" she hissed. "You ENJOYED me fucking you. You weren't supposed to ENJOY IT!" She was screaming now. "You're supposed to suffer! I wanted you scarred for your entire fucking LIFE! And you're FUCKING SMILING!!"

She put both her palms on my cheeks and smushed my face. "Why are you smiling? When Marc fucked me I didn't smile for months! When I had my period the week after and I knew I wasn't pregnant with his child I swore I'd never smile again! Then in college I fucked dozens of guys who were virgins, I fucked all my friend's boyfriends, so they'd get so messed up in the head they'd never have an erection again without wishing I was there to drain their balls. When I was done with them they never fucking SMILED. So I ask again, why are you FUCKING SMILING!!??"

I couldn't think of an answer. My mind was blank, my lips trembled. I was afraid, too afraid to think straight, or think fast.

And then the answer came to Beverly, maybe my eyes gave something away. She recoiled as though she'd just seen something horrible. "Oh, God! You...you WEREN'T a virgin, were you?"

I still couldn't speak, but I didn't need to. She knew. "Tell me what happened." When I didn't answer, she leapt off my hips and thrust her hand into my groin. She brandished her fingernails, let them dig into my thigh. "Tell me, or I'll make what I did to your back look like a paper cut."

A sudden clarity of vision came over me. "No, I wasn't a virgin!"

"You were a virgin the first time I saw you. There's no way you could have tricked me then. I felt it in your cock, in the way you fucked me."

"Yes!"

Her inch-long nails burrowed into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. "Then tell me what happened. How did you fucking lose your cherry between then and now? Tell me, and tell me the truth, or I'll play tic-tac-toe on your dick." Her other hand orbited over my crotch menacingly. Her index fingers shot down to diddle my cockhead.

"It was yesterday!" I said, too loud, hoping the sheer volume of my voice would appease her.

"Yesterday?" she said, like she couldn't believe it. Her nails tickled me. "With who? Who beat me to your cherry?"

I hesitated, just a second, and she took my flaccid penis between the nails on her thumb and index finger. "I know you love having my nails scratch you. You won't like the way I scratch you this time if you don't tell me."

"It was Mrs. Reid!" I cried.

Her eyes narrowed. "Mrs...who?"

"Mrs. Reid! Jackie! Dan's wife!"

I'd never seen Beverly surprised before. Maybe no man had, not since Marc had draped Beverly's smooth teenage legs over his shoulders and thrust his tongue into her sweet virgin pussy. No matter-she was surprised now.

"You fucked Dan's wife?"

"Yes."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Here?" She looked down at the bed.

"No, in a hotel room downtown."

"Wait...wait..." she need time to wrap her mind around it. "Tell me everything." She sat on my pelvis and arrayed her red fingernails over my nipples. "Everything."

I talked. Chapter and verse. I told her the whole story of me and Jackie and Dan, from my lust for her the first time I saw her, to that first handjob in her bathroom, to the afternoon the day before when I'd made love to her in the hotel. Beverly smiled when I told her about Mr. Johnson hunting me in the middle of the night. She had blood in her eye when I told her that Dan had used me as a decoy to distract Beverly when he broke things off with her daughter Suzie. I told her everything. And when I was done, I closed my eyes and prayed that Bev wouldn't use her nails to make sausage of me.

I heard her let out a long, bemused breath. She climbed off me like she was dismounting a horse. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. "Cheating with Dan's wife behind his back. I have to say, I'm impressed. I underestimated you." She put on her shoes and then she actually laughed. "You ARE rather intriguing. I wonder what you'll be like in a few years, when you've had some seasoning..."

"I'll be living in a monastery."

She laughed again, a happy, honest laugh, and it did a lot to ease my mind. "I hope not. I may have to pay you another visit someday" She picked up the handcuff keys and I sighed. Freedom was just a few seconds away.

But she didn't unlock the cuffs. She put the keys in her bag and headed for the door. "Wait, wait!" I screamed. "Let me go!"

She turned and her eyes were alight with mischief. "Oh, no. No no no. You tricked me. Again. So I have to get back at you, again. I'm going to leave you here." She walked back to me and softly, gently, kissed me on the lips. "Bye, lover."

"No! Please! No one knows I'm here! Beverly, you can't just leave me here!"

She stopped in the doorway. She reached in her bag and pulled out her cell phone. "What's your home phone number?"

"What?"

"I'll leave a message at your house, for your mommy and daddy to hear. I'll tell them where to find you. Give me the number."

"No, please," I begged.

She snapped the phone shut. "Well, I'm sure the police will find you eventually. In a day, maybe."

I shut my eyes tight. I gave her the number. She dialed it and waited...waited...then, "Hi, this is Beverly, a friend of Andy's. I just spent the last few hours having a really, really good time with him in your neighbor's bedroom. Things got a little out of hand, but if you know Andy the way I know him, that won't be a surprise. He's a bit tied up at the moment, so don't be alarmed if he isn't there when you come home. But you might want to come next door to see if he needs any help getting home. Ta-ta!"

She hung up. "Who usually gets home first, your mother or father?"

"Mom," I mumbled.

She smiled and fished her lipstick out of her bag and carefully painted her lips. Then she leaned over me and gave me a long kiss on my stomach, just above my groin. You couldn't miss the bright lip prints she left behind.

"I guess I'll have to wait to hear the story of how you explained this," she said. She walked to the door.

"Goodbye, Beverly." I said.

She paused as she went through the door. "Goodbye...for now."

I heard footsteps move down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door. She was gone. I was alone. And all I could do was lie there and wait for an almighty amount of shit to hit the fan.

It was 9AM. Mom wouldn't get home till 5, Dad maybe six. I was handcuffed to a bed. I had to pee. It had the makings of a really shitty afternoon.

I fell asleep, exhaustion overcoming the itchy worries in my head and the burning pressure in my bladder. When Mom found me, IF she found me, the explanations would be, well, impossible. It was going to be a bad, bad scene. But that was later. For the moment I was utterly spent, in quite a number of ways. I had to rest. Sleep.

The phone on the Reid's nightstand rang. It scared the shit out of me. It rang again. I guess they hadn't gotten the line disconnected just yet. It rang again. I looked at the clock on the stand. It was only 11:45. Christ, who could it be? The Reid's answering machine clicked on, I heard Jackie's breathy voice ask the caller to leave a message, and then..."

"Andy, if you're there, pick up the phone." I knew the voice. "Dad!" I shouted, uselessly. He couldn't hear me. There was a pause, and I heard him mutter, "Jesus H. Christ...ANDY!" A pause. "I'm coming home. If that message on the machine was just bullshit..." He slammed down the phone. I almost wept, with an even mix of hope and despair.

Forty-five minutes later I heard the front door creak open. "ANDY!" a voice bellowed.

"I'm in here!" I croaked, my throat painfully dry. I swallowed and said, "I'm in the bedroom! Dad! The bedroom!"

I heard the familiar rhythm of my father's footsteps stomping up the stairs. The expression on his face, when he appeared in the doorway and saw my lying there naked and cuffed, is not something I care to ever see again. He looked stricken, aghast, horrified. "Jesus," he said gently, "are you OK?"

"Hell yes!" I said, trying to shock him back to reality. "The keys are on the dresser, unlock these goddamn handcuffs!" He moved like an automaton, numb, grabbing the keys and sticking them in the locks. I was free, at last! I rolled on my side and got to my feet and windmilled my aching shoulders. "I'll be back in a second," I said, making a beeline to the bathroom. My father, being a guy, understood my need. It wasn't until I'd finished the most satisfying urination of my life and flushed the toilet that he gave me the look, the look I'd seen quite a few times in my life, the look that said, "I'm gonna put you over my knee and teach you a lesson."

"What...the fuck... happened?"

For the second time that morning I had to think of something to say, and failed to come up with anything better than the truth. So I talked. As I dressed, I told my dad everything. Everything. When I was done, maybe it was a trick of the light, but it seemed like my father's hair had perceptibly grayed.

"Let's get out of here," he said. We left the Reid's house, with a stop in the basement to get the sandals I'd left behind. Back in our house, he went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. "Here," he said, unscrewing the top of a green bottle. He did the same to another and drained it in three long pulls. Then he grabbed the bottle still in my paralyzed hand and drank that one too. He told me to sit. I did.

"This stops," he said. He didn't need to explain what "this" was.

"I know."

"No more."

"Amen."

"I'm not kidding."

"Me neither. This wasn't my idea."

He looked like he wanted to say something, thought better of it, and lifted his beer to his lips. He frowned when he realized it was empty. "You hungry?"

The question caught me off balance. "Starving."

"Let's go eat somewhere."

We went to this local bar and grill that had great hamburgers and wings and cold draft beer that my dad convinced the barmaid I was old enough to drink. We spent the day together, father and son, eating and drinking our fill and then some. It turned out that my dad had planned to leave work early and play a round of golf. He'd called to tell me that he'd be home late, decided to check the machine to see if my mother had left any messages, and heard...what he'd heard.

He told me stories about some escapades he'd had in college, goofy things he'd done. The more he drank, the more bizarre the stories got. When the waitress brought the bill I was almost relieved, afraid that my dad would tell the story of how I was conceived. I didn't want to add an exclamation point to what had already been a really, really weird day.

I drove home, my dad zoning out in the passenger seat. We got home and he crashed on the couch, to sleep off the six-pack he'd drunk at lunch. I was too wired to sleep. I went to my room and packed a few final items. I could still feel Beverly's body against me, I could still taste her pussy on my lips. I let myself enjoy the memory. I could enjoy it, now.

My mom came home and I told her the cover story my dad and I agreed on, that he'd come home early because he was a bit under the weather. She bought it, and spent the rest of the evening babying him, making him soup and crackers. He ate it up.

I went out to spend a last night with my buddies. They didn't ask why I was walking funny, and I didn't tell them. I didn't feel any urge to tell them the incredible story of how I'd spent the last two mornings. I liked having the secret all to myself. And my dad. And Jackie, Dan, and Beverly...enough people knew.

It was over, it was time to say goodbye to all that wonderful madness. Time to go to school.

EPILOGUE

I'd like to say that I went to college and, with the knowledge I'd picked up from fucking two gorgeous older women, scored with an endless line of tasty young co-eds. No such luck. I was hardly the big man on campus. Had a few dates, met some nice girls, but for the first three months of school there was no sex for Andy.

And that was OK. I studied hard, joined the school paper, played a lot of basketball....bullshit! It wasn't OK! I was going nuts. And to top it off, I fell head over heels in love with a girl my roommate Sam knew from a class. Her name was Christina, she was so lovely, a quiet, slender girl with brown hair and brown eyes and the most beautiful lips I'd ever imagined. She didn't acknowledge my existence. I was sick with love for her.

So one Wednesday afternoon in early November I came home after filing a story for the paper to find Sam and our friend Billy playing Madden 2001. I was depressed, lovesick.

"You guys going to dinner?" I asked, cracking open a can of Coke.

"Yeah," Sam said, concentrating on the game. "Oh, you know some woman named Jackie Reid?"

Most of the Coke came out my nose and dribbled down my shirt. "Jackie called?" I gasped. I hadn't spoken to her since I went to school. She did send me one e-mail, just to say hello, but I hadn't heard from her since then.

"Guess he knows her," Billy said.

"She left a number," Sam said, "she said for you to call her tonight. Said it was important."

"Where's the number?"

"On your desk. Who is she? She's got a sexy voice."

"My parents next-door neighbor."

"Oh," he said, returning his full attention to the game. He wouldn't have said "Oh," had he actually seen Jackie, seen her big breasts and gorgeous face. But he'd never seen her.

A situation that would change, I found out. The number on my desk was the Reid's number at their old house, next-door to my parents. I called it and sure enough, Jackie answered. "Hi honey!" she said. "How are you? I miss you so much!!"

"I miss you too," I said, meaning it. "Bored with Arizona already?"

"No, the house sold, we're just finalizing things and getting a few other things out of here. Like the bedspread you and that horrible woman ruined."

My father must have told Dan. Thanks, Dad. "It wasn't my idea," I said.

"I know, honey. I'm sure you were kicking and screaming the whole time that woman was fucking you." She laughed and before I could protest she said, "Hey, the reason I'm calling, Dan and I are going to be at your school Saturday. We have tickets to the football game, and one of Dan's old customers is having a big tailgate party and you and your friends are invited. Bring as many as you like. Bring your girlfriend."

"Don't have a girlfriend."

"I can't believe that. Just bring as many people as you want. We'll have a great time."

"I'll be there, with my idiot friends in tow."

"I can't wait to see you, honey."

It was so wonderful to hear her voice again. "I can't wait to see you too."

When I told my friends about the tailgate they were enthused. I asked Sam to ask Christina to come, knowing it was a long shot, and I was delighted when Sam told me she said yes. It turned out Christina's roommate was seriously scoping my friend Billy, so they were both coming. I didn't care why, so long as she was there.

Saturday arrived and I led a crew of 15 people to the tailgate. There were three Winnebagos parked next to each other and there must have been 100 people milling around, eating and drinking. I introduced myself to the first adult I cam across and said that I was looking for Dan Reid. "You're Dan's friend! Andy!" the guy boomed and shook my hand. "Heard all about you! Yeah, he's here, hold on! Dan!" And a few seconds later Dan appeared, huge and tan and bald as ever. My friends, male and female, looked impressed with him. He grabbed me in a bearhug and said, "Great to see you, kiddo." He let me go and looked at my friends. "Come on in! Plenty of food and beer!"

"Where's Jackie?" I asked.

"I'll find her," he said, and left us to the spread laid out for the tailgate. The food was incredible, hot sausage and chicken and pulled pork and all sorts of salads and sides. And there was beer, lots of beer, and no one said a word as we helped ourselves to big plastic cups filled to the brim. I was standing next to Christina by coincidence and Sam said, "This is very civilized, dude." He raised his glass in salute. "Kudos to you."