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The Play Date

A Novella (MF, Mf, Mg, Ff, Fg, beast) (31,750 words) by Fabula Salaxacis - A dirty book, hidden desires, and a mysterious stranger send an ideal family careening out of control.

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Chapters 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 • 17 • 18 • 19 • 20 • 21 • 22 • 23 • 24 • 25 • 26 • 27 • 28 • 29

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1

Barbara placed the baby, finally asleep, into the crib, snugged the blanket around him, neatened the changing table to ensure everything was in its proper place, then sat down in the adjacent chair to relax. She always felt more at ease when the house was in order, and Kevin was down for the night. When Kelly finished getting ready for bed she would tuck her in, and then have the rest of the Saturday evening to herself. As she rested her head on the high back of the chair and pulled her knees up, she felt something underfoot, and reached down to pull a paperback book from under the ruffle of the chair.

The cover image gave her a start, and she knew immediately it wasn’t one she had purchased. The tall, unclothed woman was blindfolded, her hands tied and suspended above her head, and her feet tied to the floor in a wide stance. In the shadows behind her stood a swarthy man with his hands placed strategically on her front. In spite of what was obvious discomfort, she managed to evince an anguished sexuality. Barbara thought immediately of Bob, but quickly dismissed the idea. Her husband would stare at models in catalogs, or purchase porn on demand, but he didn’t read, not even to Kelly at bedtime, and he never sat in this chair.

She flipped through the pages and out popped two pills packaged in foil and plastic, and a note. The neat hand read:

Mandy,

Two like the last ones, by Saturday.

M.

Mandy must have dropped the book yesterday afternoon when she watched Kevin. Barbara had long considered the sophomore an odd, secretive girl, but she had always been a reliable sitter. That was over, though. She wasn’t about to have a drug user watching her kids. When she tells Mandy’s mother about the pills, and what the little freak is reading, Mandy will be lucky if her mother ever lets her out of the house again.

To confirm her opinion of the girl, Barbara scanned the pages until a passage unexpectedly caught her interest. She spent the next twenty minutes reading how the young woman on the cover was elaborately bound, and then stimulated to orgasm repeatedly by the mysterious gentleman. As she turned more pages she began to feel uncomfortable with her increasing fascination with what she was reading. It triggered in her a feeling she was only vaguely familiar with, as she had never let herself consider it fully. She knew that her lovemaking sessions with Bob had been decreasingly interesting since the baby, that most of the time she faked a happy ending, and many times she didn’t bother to do that. The comparison she made between Bob, and the gentleman in the book with the large hands who explored the hidden places of pleasure with great skill, was not a favorable one.

Rufus lumbered into the room, head down, until he could place his large muzzle on her thigh. His eyes stared up in the soulful, vacant way of aging dogs, waiting for a response from her. The black lab was twelve years old, one of the few possessions Bob brought into the marriage, and the least valuable. He led a life of naps interrupted by binge eating, and occasional chewing on his ball. In spite of her deliberate coolness toward him, Rufus followed her everywhere. She ignored him as she read, and he withdrew his snout from her leg, let out a small whine, and turned around several times before laying down at her feet.

2

Jondo hadn’t climbed a tree since he was thirteen, he remembered the willow tree in front of his childhood home distinctly, and he found the experience of great height and accomplishment exhilarating. The magnificent, large, Coastal Live Oak had a distinctive scent and branches spreading in all directions, and he worked his way up as far as he could until he found himself looking into a bedroom window. The double hung sash was open, and the small lamp by the bed illuminated the empty room clearly in the dim light of the early evening.

He stood on one branch, and held on to those above as he stepped away from the trunk. As he got farther out, the branch started to sag, and he found he could ride it up and down if he shifted his weight to make it sway. It nearly made him giggle with delight. When his foot slipped, and he fell, landing on his butt on the branch he had been standing on, he grew frightened. He pushed the loose screen from the window aside, and climbed in.

As he walked around the room, he found it was full of interesting smells, and he stopped at the dresser and the jewelry box open atop. Jondo poked around at the items inside the hardwood box, and those on the dresser, until he happened upon a tube of lipstick. After twisting it open, he tasted it with his tongue, decided he liked the fragrance, and put it in the front pocket of his khaki pants. Having toured the entirety of the room, and adjoining bathroom, he settled into a very comfortable looking rocking chair. He sniffed frequently at the scents of perfume, dog, human sweat, and something he couldn’t quite identify– ah yes, talcum powder. Just delightful.

3

Kelly, dressed in her new, red striped pajamas, her favorite book in hand, was looking for her mother. The noises she heard suggested she was in her bedroom, so that was her first stop. She halted abruptly in the doorway, and stared at the unfamiliar man sitting in the chair. He was dressed in the kind of shirt her dad wore to play golf, and he was about the same age, but her dad never sat in the rocking chair. In spite of never having seen him before, he did not look out of place there, possibly because he had a very big smile on his face.

“What’s your name?” the man asked softly.

“Kelly,” she said, suddenly shy.

“You look like you want someone to read to you.” he said.

“Where’s Mommy?” Kelly asked.

“I don’t know. I imagine she’ll be here in a minute, though.” The man leaned back in the chair, and rocked slowly. “I can read,” he said. “Would you like me to read to you until she comes?”

Kelly let the illustrated book dangle from her little hand, and pushed her tightly curled blond hair back behind her ears with the other. She looked behind to see if her mother was coming, then looked at her book.

“What’s the name of the book?” he asked.

“Alice In Wonderland,” she said, drawing the words out more than usual.

“Oh, I know that story,” he said. “It’s a very good one.”

She was glad he liked her book, too, and she took a couple of steps toward him and opened the picture book to a favorite page. He seemed a very happy and pleasant man. Needing a place to hold her book as she turned the pages, she took another step and rested it on his knee. “I like the rabbit,” she said. “He’s funny.”

“Yes, they are all very funny,” he said, and the man patted his thigh. Kelly knew this meant she could sit in his lap. She still wasn’t sure, but he lifted her up before she could decide, and then she made herself comfortable as his arm wrapped around her.

Kelly knew there was something wrong with the man being in her parents bedroom, although she didn’t know exactly what. Since the baby came, there were lots of times she went to bed without a story, and Kelly wanted the man to read to her before her mommy made him go. When he started to read loudly, she worried her mother would make him stop, so she pushed her finger to her lips and shushed him. “The baby’s asleep,” she said.

The man said, “Oh, a baby,” and started reading in a near whisper. Kelly smiled, and leaned back and listened to the story as they rocked. She liked the way his shirt smelled, and he was a very good reader, because he made his voice sound like the characters, just like her teacher did when she read to the class.

4

Jondo was enjoying reading to the little girl on his lap immensely. She was as darling as a little girl could be, her slender fingers still slightly puffy with baby fat, her blue eyes topped by long lashes, and the tiniest of noses that wiggled ever so slightly when she smiled. Most striking of all was her long, curly hair that fluffed out like her head had recently exploded.

He read with great animation, and she pointed to her favorite illustrations, and rubbed her bare feet together when she liked what she heard. When the story was finished, she continued turning the pages as he leaned back and rocked.

“Is your mommy as pretty as you?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” Kelly answered. “Are you Mommy’s friend?”

This made Jondo pause, and then say, “Well, I would like to be.”

“Are you going to have a play date with her?”

“A play date! That sounds lovely. What would we do on a play date?”

The little girl shrugged. “When daddy has play dates with Mrs. Marshall, they take their clothes off and go in the bedroom. We get cookies, but have to watch TV the whole time.”

“Who is Mrs. Marshall?”

“Jennifer’s mom.”

This intrigued Jondo, but he wasn’t quite sure why. “Why do they take their clothes off and go in the bedroom?” he wondered aloud.

“I don’t know,” Kelly said. “But Jennifer says it’s called fuck.”

The word acted like a jolt of electricity to Jondo, and he felt something enlarging in his pants that puzzled him. There was something about the word, and the cute little girl saying it so casually, that was having an effect on him. Only one clear feeling emerged. “I think I would like a play date with your mommy,” he said.

“I won’t tell,” Kelly said. “Daddy said adults like to keep their play dates secret.”

“What a good girl you are. I like you very much.” Jondo kissed her on the top of her head and continued rocking, wondering what one did on a play date.

5

Barbara had to tear herself away from the sleazy paperback, folding down the corner of the page she was on, telling herself she would impress upon Mandy the need to keep her perverted interests out of the reach of impressionable children. She nearly kicked Rufus as she stumbled over him, the book still in her hand, and then tried to get him out of the baby’s room without waking up Kevin. As Rufus finally hobbled downstairs, she thought she heard voices coming from her bedroom. She was sure she hadn’t left the television on, so she went directly there.

She stopped in the doorway to the bedroom, stunned to silence, staring at the man rocking her daughter with his arm around her. She could not make sense of how relaxed and happy Kelly looked at being held by a stranger. In every other instance of meeting strangers, Kelly hid behind her parents, and refused to look at them.

The man also looked at ease, as if he belonged there, and for an instant Barbara had to think if she knew him. As she convinced herself she didn’t, fear grew within her. She saw the displaced screen behind him, and realized that was how he got inside. Anyone who came in by the window was certainly up to no good.

Her first thought was to run and call the police, or to scream. With her daughter so firmly in the stranger’s control, and the baby asleep in the other room, neither course seemed wise. Which left her standing, staring at him smiling back at her, like some sick character in a movie. “What do you want?” she finally managed to say.

“Can we have a play date?” the man said.

“Who are you? What do you mean, a play date?”

The man’s face twisted from a smile to puzzlement, then he turned to her daughter resting comfortably on his lap, “What is it called when we take our clothes off and go in the bedroom?”

Her daughter said clearly, “Fuck,” and the man turned again to Barbara. “Yes, that’s it.”

It occurred to Barbara that the man must have been with Kelly for quite a while to teach her that word, and she was crushed with the realization that he had probably been molesting her the whole time Barbara had been reading that stupid book. Now, he planned to rape Barbara. She really didn’t care what happened to her, as long as she could spare Kelly any more trauma. “Let my daughter go,” she said, her voice both plaintive and angry.

“She’s a very good girl,” the man said. “She’s promised not to tell anyone about our play date, haven’t you, Kelly?”

Kelly nodded, and said, “It’s a secret.”

“Yes, I promise Kelly won’t say a word to anyone,” Barbara said. “Just let her go. I’ll stay here with you.”

“For a play date?” the man said. “So we can do the–?” He looked to Kelly.

“Fuck,” she said loudly, and giggled.

The man put his finger to his lips, and said to Kelly, “The baby’s asleep.” She covered her mouth and whispered again, “Fuck.”

This guy was starting to terrify Barbara with his crazy demeanor. She took a couple of steps toward the two of them. Not wanting to wake the baby herself, she whispered loudly, “Just let my daughter go.”

6

Jondo liked having the girl on his lap and he loved the sound of the bad word coming out of her delightful mouth. He would very much like to hear her mother say the word, also, since she was as beautiful as her daughter was cute with her shockingly platinum hair, long and straight. The growth between his legs was now irritating, as though it was trying to burst through his pants.

She was almost as beautiful as a movie star, but she wore only a pullover top and shorts, and no makeup. He imagined her dressed up, and wondered if she would dress up for him as part of their play date. She could wear some of that jewelry he saw on the dresser. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he stood up, slipping Kelly onto the chair behind him, as he walked toward the woman. He reached into his front pocket for the lipstick he had taken earlier, and realized the object he felt was not the lipstick. Curious as to what it was, he pulled the heavy thing out. He was quite surprised to find a small pistol in his hand.

The woman reacted instantly, appearing to be afraid of him. “All right, all right,” she said. “I’ll do what ever you want. Just don’t hurt us. Kelly is only eight, and I have a baby.”

“Yes, a baby!” Jondo said. “I think I like babies.”

“I’ll do what you want,” the woman said. “Just don’t hurt my children. And put that away before it goes off.”

Jondo realized the gun was scaring the woman, and, as he didn’t want to scare her, he put it back in his pocket. He reached into his other pocket, and pulled out a handful of items, including a glue stick, several wrapped candies, a felt pen, and the lipstick. “Here,” he said, extracting the lipstick and shoving the rest back in his pocket. “Put some of this on. It smells really great.”

“You want me to put on lipstick, before we– ”

“Before we what?” Jondo asked.

“Fuck!” Kelly said, and burst into giggles again.

Jondo turned to Kelly, “Shush, the baby’s asleep.”

The woman said to Kelly, “And stop saying that word.”

Hearing the word again had tweaked whatever was trying to get out of Jondo’s pants, and it was getting quite painful. He put the lipstick back in his pocket so he could unzip his pants, and the growth burst forth from his khaki’s. As he heaved a sigh, the woman withdrew slightly, anger and fear in her face.

“Look,” she said. “Let Kelly go to her room. She shouldn’t see this.”

“But I wanna watch?” the girl said. “Can I watch, please?”

This seemed a reasonable request to Jondo, she was such a pleasant and well-behaved little girl, so he turned to her, and said, “I don’t see why not.” Turning back to the woman, he asked, “Is that okay, Mommy? Can Kelly watch us– ” He turned to the girl again, “What’s it called?”

“Fuck,” Kelly said loudly. “I wanna watch the fuck.”

“No!” the woman said. “She can’t see this. She is just a little girl.” She looked apprehensively at his erection. “She has already seen way too much.”

Jondo looked down at the odd thing sticking straight out, and he turned back and forth watching it sway from Kelly to her mother, and back. They were both staring at it, he noticed, and this made him feel proud and admired. What fun this was, he thought.

“Let’s go in the bathroom,” the woman said. “Where we can discuss it, and Kelly can go to bed. All right? Please? I promise I’ll cooperate.”

“All right,” Jondo said. He was going to miss the little girl, but he very much wanted a play date with her mommy.

7

Barbara backed into the bathroom and watched the man follow her, his prick pointing at her the whole way. It was large, not so much long as thick, and it reminded her it had been a long time since she had seen a dick other than Bob’s. When he was inside the bathroom, she yelled, “Kelly, go to bed, right now. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” the girl said, and Barbara watched her slide out of the chair and walk toward the bedroom door.

Barbara closed the door to the bathroom, and stood face to face with the man, who was still evincing a crazy grin. He did not look dangerous, but he was certainly some kind of nut, and that meant he was unpredictable. She had to make sure the children were safe above all else.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

Barbara realized that she had been holding the paperback book since she left Kevin’s room, and she quickly tossed it in the garbage. “Can we get this over with?” she said.

The man bent over and retrieved the book from the small can, and stared at the cover for some time. “Is this what you like to do on play dates?” he asked.

“Of course not,” she said. “That belongs to the baby sitter?”

“Does it hurt?” he asked, pointing to the cover.

Frustrated, she said, “How would I know? I’ve never done it.”

“It looks like it would hurt,” he said.

“I don’t know, maybe, a little. Can we just get on with this?”

“Okay. Do you have some rope?”

“Rope!” Barbara panicked at the thought, and it caused her voice to grow louder.

“Shush,” the man said. “The baby’s asleep.”

“No, I don’t have any rope,” Barbara continued in a whisper. “We don’t have rope in this house. You’ll just have to do without that. I’ll cooperate, I’ll do what ever you say.”

A voice from outside the door interjected, “Daddy has rope in the garage.” From the strength of the voice, she knew Kelly was right outside the door. She yelled, “Kelly, go to bed.”

The man opened the door, his dick now a breath away from her daughter’s face, and said, “Would you get it for us, please?”

Kelly stared at the erection for an instant, turned and ran down the hall, and Barbara listened to her daughter’s feet pound down the steps. This was maddening. She needed to get control of the situation somehow, before he did something really crazy. She took a breath, and asked. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Jondo,” he said.

“My,” Barbara said, trying to sound ingratiating, “What an interesting name. What’s your last name, Jondo?”

The man evinced a troubled look. “I don’t like questions,” he said.

“Oh, well, Jondo, no need to get upset. I’m Barbara, and I want to be your friend– .”

The man’s eyes had scarcely left the book cover, and he blurted, “Do you think she likes being tied up?”

Anticipating Kelly returning with the rope, she said, “No, I’m sure she doesn’t. I’m sure she is very uncomfortable.

8

Jondo held the book up, and looked at the woman, and then at the cover. The woman standing before him was as beautiful as the image, but the woman on the cover had dark hair, and bright red lipstick. Even tied up as she was, the woman on the cover looked like she was enjoying the experience thoroughly, which confused him. He looked at the woman standing before him, she had said her name was Barbara, and he wondered if she would look pleased if she was tied up.

Perhaps it was the way the man was using his hands that pleased her. Holding the book up in one hand, Jondo thought the woman before him must have droopy fleshy parts, too, but they were covered by her clothes. He stood behind her, reached around and clutched one, trying to copy the man on the cover. He evaluated the success of his effort by looking in the mirror.

The woman twisted her face in an unusual way as he squeezed her, but didn’t smile like the one on the cover. Perhaps it was the combination of being tied up and his hands that was pleasing.

“Do you take medication?” she asked, her eyes darting from his squeezing hand to his face behind her, and back.

“No,” he said.

“Do you have a doctor? Why don’t we call your doctor? What’s your doctor’s name?”

“Doctors can’t help,” he said.

“I am sure they can. If we can talk to your doctor, he can give you some medication, and you can have a nice long rest. Would you like that?”

“Why are you talking like a baby?” Jondo asked.

“I’m just trying to help, that’s all. I think we could be good friends if you let me help you. Would you like to be my friend?”

“Would we have lots of play dates?”

“Yes, we can have lots of play dates once we get you your medication.”

“Will you dress up?”

“Of course, I’ll dress up. In fact, I could dress up now.” The woman turned to face him. “Why don’t I do that, and then we can call some people to help you find– ”

Jondo thrust his hand into his pocket looking for the lipstick, and pulled out the gun again. The woman backed away, saying, “Okay, I’m sorry. We won’t call anyone. Put it away.”

He stuffed the gun back into his pocket, and retrieved the lipstick from his other pocket. “Here,” he said, handing it to her, “Put this on. And take your clothes off.”

Jondo heard sounds from the hall, so he left Barbara in the bathroom, closing the door, and went down the hall to find Kelly dragging a loose coil of white rope, most of it trailing down the hall and up the stairs behind her. “Well this is a fine rope,” he said. “What a clever girl you are.”

The girl smiled at the praise, and pulled on the rope trying to get it all the up the stairs. Along with the rope came a black dog with a pink ball in his mouth. “And who’s this?” Jondo asked.

“That’s Rufus,” Kelly said. “He’s old.”

Jondo squatted down and petted him, which Rufus seemed to appreciate, and Rufus returned the favor by dropping the ball and licking the stiff thing still protruding from his pants, which was perfectly positioned for such activity. This sent the girl into hysterical laughter, and caused her mother to exit the bathroom, now naked except for some well-applied bright, red lipstick.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake. Kelly, go to bed. Right now,” she said.

Jondo picked up a portion of the rope, and walked back to Barbara in the bedroom. “I think this will do nicely,” he said. “Don’t you?”

9

Kelly kept stalling about going to bed. She wanted to stay and see the fuck, and find out why adults liked it so much. Mommy was getting mad, though, and Mommy spanked when she got mad, so she picked up the ball, and Rufus followed her back down the hall. When she heard her mother talking to the nice man again, she hid in the doorway to Kevin’s room and listened.

“Please, I don’t want to be tied up. I’ll do what ever you want. I could suck you. Would you like me to suck you? I am quite good at it, really.”

Kelly knew that the baby sucked on Mommy, but she didn’t know that Mommy could suck on the nice man, especially since he didn’t have any boobies.

“No,” he said. “I just want to– You know– Have a play date, and do the–”

Kelly couldn’t help herself, and she yelled from the hall, “Fuck!” What a fun word game that was!

Her mother yelled again, “Kelly, go to bed,” and then in a whispery voice, “And don’t wake the baby!”

She giggled, and started down the hall again toward her room. Mrs. Marshall got upset if the kids didn’t behave while she was having a play date, too. Kelly started to wonder about the rope. Daddy never brought rope into the bedroom with Jennifer’s mom. She remembered boys at school tying up the girls with the jump rope, but they got in trouble. Kelly thought the boys were being mean, but Jennifer liked it when they tied her to the tetherball pole. Maybe Mommy likes it too.

She crept back to the doorway again to see the nice man tying Mommy’s hands together with the rope. Mommy had a scarf over her eyes like she was going to play Blind Man’s Bluff. Kelly loved that game, and wished she could play. Since Mommy couldn’t see her, she thought she would try to see if the nice man would let her play. Maybe, if she helped bring in the rope, he would let her. She grabbed a length of rope still in the hall, and went into the bedroom.

The nice man smiled at her, and put his fingers to his lips. She knew not to make any noises that would wake the baby, or let Mommy know that she wasn’t in bed, so she tiptoed next to him. Mommy’s hands were together, and he was wrapping the rope around and around. Kelly helped pull the rope around and through until he led her Mommy by the rope to the bed, and told her to lay down. Mommy laid on her back, and Kelly quietly helped the nice man loop the rope around the headboard until her arms were way over her head.

Once that was done, he tied each foot to the bottom corners of the bed, and Kelly helped. Then he picked up the book and held it up. He let Kelly see the book with the woman tied up, and she realized he was trying make Mommy look like the picture. They both stared at the cover, then at Mommy, then at the cover again. The nice man seemed to think she was ready for the game, and he started taking off his clothes. Kelly could see that he certainly didn’t have any boobies Mommy could suck on, but he had the big, straight thing, and something underneath that dangled around.

Now that Mommy and the nice man were naked, Kelly was feeling left out. She signaled to the nice man that she wanted to whisper something to him, and he squatted down. His stiff thing was practically touching her belly as she approached his ear, and she reached out and pushed it down. When it bounced right back up, she pushed it down again, and bounced it several more times. The nice man smiled. Then, barely making a sound, she asked, “Can I play?”

The nice man nodded, and Kelly put the ball on the bed and started unbuttoning her pajamas. He helped by puling her pants and undies down so she could step out of them. After her top was off, he put lipstick on her lips, and she looked in the mirror. She very much liked how she looked, and wanted to wear a blindfold, too, like Mommy and the woman in the picture. She grabbed another scarf from the closet, and tapped the nice man’s white butt. He put down the book, tied it over her eyes, and lifted her quietly onto the bed.

Mommy was talking the whole time in a soft voice to not wake the baby. “You promise you won’t hurt the children? I have been cooperative, haven’t I? I’m doing what you want, aren’t I? You don’t need to tie me up like this, I’ll do what you want.” The man wasn’t talking back to her, though. Kelly peeked from under the blindfold. The nice man was reading the book. Kelly wondered if he was going to read it aloud to Mommy like he did to her.

10

Barbara had said every possible thing she could think of to get the idiot to let her go, but she was starting to resign herself to being hogtied, and to the rape that would soon come. There was no hope of anyone coming to her rescue, either. Bob was out of town at a golf tournament, and she had trained all her friends not to call after the baby was down. At least, the baby would sleep through it, and Kelly had finally gone to bed. She was going to have a long talk with that girl about what to do when you see a stranger in the house. You certainly don’t go and sit in his lap. And you don’t say that word and giggle about it.

On the other hand, Kelly wasn’t scared. She acted like the whole thing was a big game. Barbara couldn’t decide if it was better that her daughter remembered it as an odd game, or that she learned what it really was, and became frightened. Kelly was prone to nightmares and Barbara felt sure this would become one of them when she learned how terrible it really was. Maybe she could keep Kelly out if it when she talked to the police.

What the hell is he doing? She could hear things rustling around, obviously taking his clothes off. Probably looking for anything of value to steal. My mother’s necklace! Barbara nearly cried at the thought of never wearing it again.

Her attention was diverted to the movement of the bed as he climbed on. She was very tightly stretched by the rope, and felt completely at his mercy. Just like that damn book. She never wanted to see Mandy again, and wait until Barbara told her parents what she was up to.

She felt his hands on her breasts, then down along her stomach, thighs, and back up to her breasts. Then she felt oil being poured on. It must have been something from the bathroom. Now, he was rubbing it all over, way too much oil. He was going to ruin the bed. She started to twist and stretch underneath him, it was so uncomfortable to be tied down so that she could barely move, and the feel of him massaging her was frustrating. He had an odor, too. Not offensive, exactly, but distinct. She knew Bob’s scent well enough, and it was nothing like that.

The image of the woman on the book cover came to her, infuriating her even more that it had given him the idea to tie her up. Then a passage from the book describing how the woman was tied up came to her, and the dark stranger manipulating her against her will. The woman enjoyed it, though. That was obviously the point of those trash novels, to titillate with forbidden pleasures. Not that there was any pleasure here, from the lunatic with his fat dick. Geez, the size of that thing. Some kind of freak of nature. She wondered if it would hurt. Probably not, with all the oil. There was that old guy with a fat dick back in college on spring break, that sure didn’t hurt. A woman’s body is built for that kind of thing, and she can’t be blamed for it not hurting, with so much lubricant, and damn, she wished he would stop rubbing her breasts. All men think they are made of Play-Dough and they just have to reshape them. It’s like he has four hands.

Oh, boy, all that massage was really starting get to her. She just wished he would get to the part where he raped her, and got it over with. He didn’t need to do all that massage crap, and all that manipulation with his hands. She felt his finger slide onto her clitoris, and that sent a shiver through her body. All she could think of was the passage from the book, and how the man kept the woman tied up and coming all night long, and the cover where she looked like she was enjoying it, like she needed to be tied up, like only when tied up could she allow herself to completely surrender to him.

In the story, the woman had never let herself really surrender to a man because men couldn’t be counted on. They were weak and stupid. But not him, he was in command of her body and there was nothing she could do about it, not a fucking thing, except feel his hands squeezing her tits, and feel his finger rubbing her clit, and twist against the ropes that held her so tightly, until she came, and came again, and again. The possibility that Barbara might be subjected to the same torment became a source of an excruciating confusion.

And, oh shit, she was going to come. Damn that passage. Just thinking about it had precipitated something she did not think she could turn back. How could Jondo fondle her breasts and stroke her clit so expertly at the same time? For a crazy man, he had some talent. He must have been a professional pianist to have such great reach with his fingers. He was certainly playing her like a Steinway. This was going to be a good one. Barbara hadn’t even masturbated lately, and she suddenly felt long overdue. She pulled down on her two hands tied above her, and up at each ankle trying to wrap her-self around the fingers working rapidly between her legs. He was rubbing her like he was trying to start a fire. Oh, my God! It was just too much. She wanted to come, and she was glad she was tied down, and couldn’t get away from the rapid stroking of her clit, and the squeezing of her breasts, and the sensations burning through her. When it came, and the tingling started on the surface of her skin and burrowed into her, the numbing shut down her brain, and she wanted to cry, it felt so good. Her voice cracked with a shrieking joy.

The dreamy relief was stolen from her in the next instant when she heard the unmistakable sound of Kelly’s laughter not a foot away. She started to yell, “Kelly, what are you doing here? I told you to go to bed. God damn it, why didn’t you listen to me? When I get my hands– ”

Barbara felt something big and spongy being forced into her mouth until she could no longer speak. “Shush,” Jondo said. “You’ll wake the baby.”

11

Jondo laid down on the bed next to Barbara, and picked up the book again. The cover image remained a source of great confusion for him. The apparent contradiction between being made immovable by the tight rope, which must hurt, and the obvious pleasure the woman experienced from being tied up was not easily resolved. Yet, he had reproduced the situation as carefully as he could, the only difference being the woman on the cover was suspended from the ceiling, while Barbara was fixed to the bed. He had stroked her in the same way described in the book, but she had made a noise that sounded like both pleasure and pain, so he wasn’t sure.

Kelly was trying to smooth her unmanageable hair back, and unintentionally rubbing in the oil from her fingers, making it clump into thick, sand-colored strands. She crawled over her mother and sat on Jondo’s thighs, just below his growth. The book described a similar growth on the man called a rigid member. As he read a little more, she bounced up and down and, at the same time, hung onto his rigid member like a saddle horn. This, too, was a mixture of pleasure from her tight grasp, and pain from the bouncing. Perhaps, that is what Barbara felt.

He put down the book and arranged the girl on top, facing him, so that she was laying on his chest, with his rigid member sticking up between her legs, which were stretched out behind her, knees together. As he thought about the pain and pleasure puzzle, he rubbed Kelly’s back.

She looked up at him, her chin on her hands, and her thighs occasionally squeezing together around him. “It feels funny,” she said.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” Jondo asked.

Kelly smiled, and squeezed again.

“I like it when you squeeze with your legs,” he said.

She clenched a couple of times more as hard as she could. He watched her face grimace at the effort, her hair draped like a dirty mop on his chest. He quite liked the smoothness of Kelly’s back and butt, and the warmth of her upon him, and the warmth of her mother next to him. The warmth of the two bodies was about as satisfying as anything he could imagine. He thought he liked play dates very much.

Kelly reached out and poked her mother. “Boobies,” she said, then laughed at the word.

Jondo liked the sound of that word coming from the girl, and he poked at the same fleshy lump, and laughed. “You’re mommy has big– ”

“Boobies,” Kelly said, brightly. “It’s because they have milk inside.”

As peculiar as this sounded to Jondo, he was sure this was true. It was very gratifying to come upon things he knew for sure. There were things he knew, and things he thought he should know, but didn’t. He knew, for example, that play dates were fun, and that there was milk in her boobies, but he didn’t know what one did on a play date, or why there was milk in her boobies.

Kelly’s lips drooped as she used her fingers to play in the hair on Jondo’s chest. “Boobies are only for Kevin. Mommy says I’m too old.”

Jondo felt the sadness of the little girl’s words. “How old are you?“

“Eight,” she said.

Jondo wasn’t sure how old he was, but he felt sure he was older than eight, so he must be too old for boobie milk, too. This made him quite sad without knowing why, and Kelly’s continued sadness made him even sadder. “Let’s try,” Jondo said.

Jondo sat her up and instructed her to move to the other side of Barbara, and to lay down with her head pressing against her mother’s large boobie, already flopping to the side. He seemed to know what to do to extract the milk, so he showed the girl how to put the breast in her mouth and squeeze gently, then she did the same on her other breast. When he threw his knee up over Barbara’s thigh to feel more of the warmth, Kelly did the same.

He lost himself in the feel of the woman’s large nipple against his tongue, and the rich milk flowing to the back of his throat. The rhythm of his hand squeezing, his throat swallowing, and the incredible warmth was extraordinarily gratifying, and he pulled himself as close to her as he could. The experience was enhanced by a shared smile with their eyes between Kelly and himself across Barbara’s chest. Play dates are very fun, he thought. He picked up the paperback and read while he suckled.

12

Barbara’s blindfold was soaked with tears. She thought she might be on the verge of a breakdown, the way her thoughts were reeling from one thing to another. The pain of being stretched so tight, the relaxation of all the massage, the helplessness, and then the orgasm. It was all too much. And, most disturbing of all, Kelly had actually helped abuse her own mother.

She should have known those were her little fingers rubbing everywhere, and she felt horrible that Kelly had to participate, and angry that she hadn’t gone to bed like she was told. Barbara should have stopped it somehow. She should have said something before he stuck the ball in her mouth. The only ball she could think of was the one Rufus was always carrying around, and she was disgusted with the idea of sharing saliva with that useless animal.

If only she could get Kelly to bed before he decides to rape her, too. The little brat was obviously going to do anything he asked of her. What happened to all that stranger anxiety? How can she be more comfortable with him than she is with her own father? And where the hell was that simpering son-of-a-bitch? Took off on another golf week-end, and left his wife and daughter to get raped by a lunatic.

Now they were both sucking on her. She had never had both breasts suckled at once, and it reminded her of when she was a child, and their dog had pups, and how they fought each other to get at a teat. Only these two weren’t fighting. She imagined them both laying on her, their eyes closed, sucking like greedy pups, no doubt until she was dry. How was she going to feed the baby in the morning if these two take all her milk?

Barbara could feel her uterus contracting in response to the sucking. It had always made her mildly horny when she fed Kevin, and wet. Now she was beyond wet, and the two of them going at her simultaneously was making the contractions more frequent and noticeable.

She could feel the paperback resting on her chest. When is he going to put down that stupid book, and rape me, for God’s sake? He has to be the dumbest rapist ever. I hope he doesn’t get any ideas about trying to make me come all night like that swarthy character in the book. No woman is as horny as the one on the cover. Who could keep coming all night?

Kelly knows better than to be sucking on me. She is really going to town. Wait until this is over. Is she ever going to learn a lesson. I’ll teach her to go to bed, and do what she is told, and if she doesn’t, there will be hell to pay on that tiny little butt of hers.

Jondo pulled away from her, and said to Kelly, “How does it taste?”

Kelly stopped, smacked her lips and said, “Yummy,” then burped. This set them both laughing.

“Your Mommy is really quite wonderful,” Jondo said. “So warm, and such nice… ”

“Boobies,” Kelly responded. “Do you suck on your Mommy’s boobies?”

“I don’t remember,” said Jondo.

“I don’t have any boobies,” she heard Kelly say.

“I’ll bet when you’re older,” he said. “you will have wonderful ones just like your Mommy.” Barbara didn’t like that this made Kelly giggle. Why did she like him so much?

“Will I have hair there, like Mommy does, too?” she asked. Barbara could feel Jondo change position, and imagined them both staring at her.

“I don’t know,” Jondo said. “Isn’t it interesting?”

Barbara felt fingers prying apart her lips, manipulating her, and she could feel Kelly’s hair tickling her legs, meaning she was closely watching everything he was doing.

“The book says this spot here is the one that makes her… shudder with joy,” Jondo said. “I think that means it makes her feel good. First, he made her feel good with his fingers, then with his tongue.”

“Huh?” Kelly said.

Barbara sensed he was arranging himself between her legs, and she felt the wet warmth of his tongue plunge between her lips. It caused her to jerk against the ropes and bite deep into the ball. He was going right at her, she thought, with a real sense of purpose. Damn, that felt good. It had been a long time since Bob had gone down on her, and that was another thing that was going to change when this was over.

No more weekend golf tournaments where she was left with the kids, and no more of his five minute grunt sessions. She was going to put a rope around his neck, and tie his head to her crotch until she came, or he drowned in her juices. And, oh fuck, she was going to come again. How could she come again so fast? Jondo was rapidly flicking his tongue, and she could feel the climax building inside her, and her brain started to blur as the warmth grew, and she jerked at the ropes again as it started. When it hit her full, she surprised herself by growling around the ball in her mouth, sounding just like Rufus when someone got near his food.

13

Kelly turned from the nice man kissing her mother between her legs to her mother’s face as she made a funny noise. He said he was making her feel good, but she couldn’t tell from her face whether she felt good or bad. The blindfold and the ball made her face look different. He stopped the kissing when her mother stopped making the noise.

“Did it make Mommy feel good?” she asked the nice man.

He said, “Yes, the book suggests the noise means it feels good.” Kelly was still not sure. “Do it to me,” she said.

“All right,” he said. “Why don’t you lay down like your mother?”

Kelly fell back into her previous position alongside her mother, and opened her legs.

The nice man positioned himself, and began kissing her on the part where she peed. It tickled at first, then her knees slapped lazily at his ears until it didn’t tickle any more. She realized he wasn’t kissing, but licking. His tongue was warm and soft, and she decided it felt good. She turned to her mother’s booby, smeared with red lipstick, and sucked the nipple into her mouth. She remembered how good that felt, and she thought she would like both good feelings at once. She suckled and bounced her thigh against the nice man’s head as he licked, and licked. It was quite a different feeling, kind of like having your back scratched, only better. She thought it would be a nice way to take a nap, like Kevin did after feeding.

She wondered why her mother had never let her suckle before, and why daddy had never done this to her, because both things felt so good. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could do this every night before bed? Kevin gets to have milk every night, it wasn’t fair. If only Kevin wasn’t around, she could have Mommy and Daddy all to herself every night.

The nice man was making a lot of noise down there, and she let go of the nipple and sat up a little to watch him. It reminded her of Rufus eating from his bowl. She wondered if he would growl if she told him to stop. She could hear her mother making little noises, too. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might be crying. Maybe Mommy was sad that the nice man wasn’t licking her any more. Mrs. Marshall cried sometimes when Daddy couldn’t finish a play date because Mommy called.

She fell to the bed again and put the nipple back in her mouth. Mommy’s milk tasted so good it made her want to burp again, and she did. She stretched her legs out a little as the nice man licked and licked, and she sucked and sucked. It started to feel different down there. The part he was licking kind of tingled, and as she closed her eyes, and it tingled more and more. She hung onto her mother’s booby tighter and waited. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, but it seemed like something was going to happen. It was the most unusual feeling. Kelly stopped sucking, and held very still to see what was going to happen. She started to worry that what was going to happen might be bad, it was so different than she had ever felt before. She got more and more scared as the tingling grew stronger until she sat up and tapped the nice man on the head. He looked up, and she said, “Enough.”

“Oh, okay. Did you shudder with joy?” he asked.

Kelly nodded and smiled.

“But you didn’t make any noise.”

Kelly didn’t want him to know she got scared, so she shrugged, then asked, “Now what do we do?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Let’s read, and find out.”

14

Jondo retrieved the book from between Barbara’s legs, laid down beside her, propped his head on a pillow, and began to read. Kelly climbed over and sat facing him on his thighs again, and wrapped both hands around his rigid member. Her matted hair, her body streaked with oil, and her smeared red face made her look garish, and silly.

“How come Daddy’s cock isn’t stiff like yours?” the girl asked.

The sound of the word coming from the girl jolted him, and he lowered the book to see what she was talking about. “What did you call it?”

“Jennifer says it’s called a cock.”

The word had the same affect on him as the other word she had used earlier. He liked it without knowing why. “In the book they call it a– ” He scanned the book looking for the word, “A rigid member.”

“Rijy dember,” she said

“Rigid member.”

She tried again, “Digid ember.”

Jondo smiled at the girls mispronunciations. “Just call it– what you said,” he said.

“Cock?” she asked. Kelly squeezed it with both hands, and said, “You have a big cock,” and giggled.

“Not too loud. You’ll wake the baby.”

Kelly whispered, “Cock,” and smiled.

The sound of the word coming from her made his rigid member feel good, and Jondo caressed the young girl’s thigh with one hand, and held the book so he could read with the other. She continued squeezing and twisting him in her little hands. Gradually, his attention drifted from what he was reading to the feelings Kelly was creating with her fingers. She was slippery with the oil, and had scooted herself up so that she was pressing against his rigid member. She alternated between pulling it into her and squeezing it between her thighs as she pulled her knees up over his stomach, and pushing up and down on it. It made him want to bounce under her to enhance the feeling she had initiated. She giggled as he bounced and the sound of her laughter was so pleasant and the feeling in his rigid member was so strong, he bounced even more.

It was the most wonderful feeling, bouncing under the beautiful little girl, while her hands pulled and twisted him, that he felt he wanted to do something, but he wasn’t sure what.

He was sure he had never felt anything so good, and he couldn’t decide what to do about it. It was very strange to feel sure he needed to do something, without knowing what. He clasped both of his hands arounds Kelly’s, pressed them together and rubbed them up and down furiously. He knew he was going somewhere without knowing where, but he wanted to get there in a hurry. He rubbed and rubbed, and bounced more and more, causing Kelly to giggle more in enjoyment of the ride.

Suddenly, the feeling changed from anticipation, to fear that something was going to happen that shouldn’t. It was too late to stop though, and he rubbed and bounced and rubbed until he felt something break in his rigid member. When white liquid shot out of the end, striking Kelly’s forehead, nose, and lips, he was astonished. When a second and third pulse of liquid squirted her neck and chest, he could barely believe his eyes. He was too consumed with his quivering body to look anymore, and he let loose of her hands, fell back to the bed, closed his eyes, and moaned.

When he opened them again, Kelly was looking at the white liquid he had covered her with, having put some on her fingers to examine it more closely. He pulled her forward until she was lying on his chest, squeezed her gently, lovingly, and kissed her on the top of her head. “What a wonderful girl you are,” he said.

Kelly smiled in return, while trying to wipe the white liquid from her face. “Kevin pees on Mommy sometimes when she changes his diaper,” she said. Jondo wrapped both arms around her and enjoyed the warmth of her body, and the pleasant tingle of his own body, thinking what a marvelous thing a play date was.

15

Barbara had never felt so helpless. A strange man had molested her daughter, and she couldn’t prevent it. The odd thing was, Kelly didn’t sound like she was at all distressed, as if it had been just another game with one of her friends. Didn’t she know she was being molested? Barbara had talked with her about not letting people touch her privates, but Kelly didn’t seem to make the connection.

Not that the idiot was trying to hurt her daughter, at least as far as she could tell, trussed up the way she was. He was crazy, but somehow benign, as if he was a child, too. Kelly was the one who asked him to eat her. “Do it to me,” she said. What was she thinking? Did she shudder with joy? Barbara didn’t hear the answer, but she suspected it was yes. Her daughter’s first orgasm delivered by a lunatic. God knows what effect that was going to have on her.

Barbara imagined Kelly starting to masturbate herself to sleep every night. Should she try to stop her? It brought up distant memories of her own self-manipulations at nighttime in bed, and how much she enjoyed the relaxation they provided, and the dreamy sleep soon after. She wasn’t sure of the exact age of her first orgasm, but she was quite sure she was much older than Kelly.

She suddenly remembered why she only did it in bed at night until late into her teens. She had been playing doctor with a male cousin who was visiting, and his mother burst in on them. The mother was furious and yelled at Barbara for touching her little boy. Barbara’s mother had a very solemn discussion with her afterward in which she cautioned Barbara never to play sex games with other children, and that the only acceptable time to play with herself was when she was in bed at night, alone. She obeyed her mother, but had always been hurt by her mother not sticking up for her to the woman.

Kelly was going to be way ahead of her. Barbara imagined getting a call from Jennifer’s mother’s reporting that Kelly was trying to get her to play sex games. What would she say? She didn’t think Mary Marshall would understand how Kelly trying to have sex with their child was a natural outgrowth of what had happened to her. Mary was a sanctimonious bitch when it came to ‘family values.’ She would be angry, and make Kelly feel bad about her sexual interests, and that she had done something wrong, the way Barbara’s mother had made Barbara feel.

Barbara’s temper was flaring. It was an uncontrollable feeling, and acting on it had gotten her in trouble more than once. She would break that bitch’s expensive new nose if she said one word to Kelly.

She calmed as she realized the two of them were quiet now. Barbara could tell Kelly was laying on him again, him next to her. There had been a lot of bouncing and jiggling for a while, and she assumed he managed to get her to jerk him off somehow. Kelly hadn’t complained in any way, in fact, had giggled the whole time like she was on a ride at a carnival. The noise he made certainly sounded like an orgasm. She hoped he hadn’t tried to come in her mouth, or penetrate her is some way. Kelly would have complained if he had. Why did she let him do all this to her? He seemed to stop when she said, “Enough.” Why didn’t she tell him to stop the other things? Why did she want to be so close to him?

She heard pages rustling again, which meant he was reading that damn book. Now what was she in for?

“We need a vibrator,” She heard Jondo say.

“What’s a vibrator?” Kelly asked.

“Ah… it makes kind of a buzzzzz sound, and it jiggles when you hold it, kind of like when your leg falls asleep.”

“Daddy’s shaving thing makes a buzz sound,” Kelly said.

“Do you know where it is?” Jondo asked.

Barbara felt her get off the bed, and heard her rummage around in the bathroom, and climb onto the bed again. The familiar buzz of Bob’s electric mustache trimmer began, and Jondo said, “This is great. The woman in the book doesn’t have any hair, so we can shave your mommy first.”

“Ooh, can I do it?” Kelly asked.

Barbara felt the razor being stabbed at her vagina, and heard the sound of her hair being chewed away by the halting movements of her daughter’s unsteady hands.

“Drag it gently, like this,” Jondo said. The movements and sounds became more regular until it felt as though she had covered all of her.

“There are a few more, right there,” Jondo said. Barbara had never shaved herself before, only waxed around the edges a few times when she wanted to wear a bathing suit. It felt weird.

“Now it looks just like mine,” Kelly said.

“Yeah, but what a mess,” Jondo said.

“I know,” Kelly said, and Barbara felt her climb off the bed and heard her run down the hall. She could hear pages turn until Kelly and the sound of the DustBuster returned. Barbara’s vulva was jabbed and sucked at a few times, until it was turned off, and the razor turned on again.

“The man in the book uses the vibrator,” Jondo said, “to make her shudder with joy.”

“How?” Kelly asked.

“First you hold it against the spot for a while. Then, apparently, there is a hole in there that you push it into.”

Barbara’s whole body tensed at the words. She felt the razor being pushed against her clitoris, he must be using the end opposite the shaving head, and the vibration sent a jolt through her. She didn’t own a vibrator, had tried them in college, but never felt the need for one. She wondered now why not? Some of her friends had talked about owning them, but she had always felt it was a foolish luxury. She had two orgasms already and the idea that she might have another, and continue having them all night like the woman in the book, began to worry her.

What did it mean that she was the kind of woman who could be tied up and forced to orgasm? As if she was a simple minded animal who wasn’t concerned about the context, that she was being raped, that her daughter was watching, that she didn’t like or even know the man doing it to her. Is this what a slut is? A woman so wanton that a little stimulation turns her brain off, and her cunt on, and nothing else matters.

The movement of the razor, the gentle pressure, and the vibration was having an effect, to be sure, as much as it distressed her to admit it. Was she so needy of a little physical attention that this absurd situation was turing her on? What was she becoming? Could there really be women like that in the book? Was she one of them?

She couldn’t see, she couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t move her arms or legs. She could hear the two of them talk, but she couldn’t talk back. All she could do was feel the vibration on her clitoris. It was the only sensation in her constricted universe she could interact with.

She began to thrust her hips in sync with his mashing of the razor against her clit. Her range of movement was limited, but she exercised it to the fullest extent possible. Her back arched up off the bed, then her hips pushed into the razor, then her hips pressed down, and her back arched again. It reminded her of giving birth; the pushing, the complete focus of her mind and body on one area.

She was going to come again. She could feel it just out of reach, and again her hands and feet pulled at the restraining rope, her mouth bit into the ball, and her hips reached for the razor manipulating her. Her climax rolled over her, and she gasped, and shuddered, and twitched helplessly. She imagined she looked like a bug just sprayed with poison in the throws of death, but she didn’t care because it was the best orgasm of her life.

“Did she shudder with joy?” Kelly asked.

“Yes, I think so,” Jondo said.

“I want to shudder with joy. Do it to me,” Kellly said, the enthusiasm clear in her voice.

Barbara felt the razor move away, and then heard Kelly laugh. “It tickles,” she shrieked, and they both laughed. She could hear the change in the buzz of the razor as it was pressed against her daughter, each time eliciting a new round of giggles.

“Now,” Jondo said, “We’re supposed to push it inside.” Barbara felt the razor return to her, only now it was being nudged in the direction of her vagina. Barbara trembled at the thought of the razor being used like a dildo.

“What do you mean?” Kelly asked.

“Apparently,” Jondo said. “there is a hole in there this will fit into.”

“Where?” Kelly asked. Barbara could feel Kelly’s hair on her legs, meaning Kelly was leaning in close. She could also feel Jondo’s breath on her newly shaved vulva, “It’s in here somewhere.” She felt her lips being pried apart, and a finger tentatively inserted part way.

“I think this is it,” Jondo said.

“It looks too small,” Kelly said.

“You’re right,” Jondo said. “I’ll try my finger first.” Barbara felt his finger slide all the way in, hold, and retract. “It smells good,” he said, “and tastes good, too. Try it.”

After a pause, Kelly said, “Yummy. Can I try?” She felt her daughter’s much smaller finger repeat the maneuver.

“Let me taste your finger,” Jondo said.

Barbara sighed with difficulty, worried about what her daughter was becoming. She wondered if this was how women became lesbians. She didn’t have much time to consider the question, though, because the vibrating razor being stuffed inside commanded her attention above all else. The buzzing sound muffled, and her insides began to vibrate like a massage chair. The combination of the in and out movement, and the vibration, was consuming her mind, obliterating thoughts of any kind. Only her body communicated with her brain, telling it what it wanted, demanding another release, building on each previous sensation until her brain could not resist. It was going to deliver. Barbara could feel it swelling, the anticipation delicious at first, then agonizing as her single desire was not gratified.

The words spilled unintelligibly from around the ball in her mouth, “Please! Make me come.” Jondo seemed to understand the meaning of her sputtering, and worked the razor in and out more vigorously. “I think it’s happening again,” Jondo whispered to Kelly.

Barbara could feel Kelly’s hair dangling on her breasts, meaning she was watching her face. She was glad the blindfold would not allow her to be distracted by her daughter’s inquisitive stare. She felt her orgasm approaching, and turned herself over to the ecstasy, and screamed as loud as she could, knowing the ball would muffle her sounds and not wake the baby. She didn’t bother trying to form words, she just let the sound bleed from her until she was exhausted, damp, and still.

16

Kelly watched as her mother shook, jiggling the headboard, and made funny noises with the ball in her mouth. What a good idea it was to use the ball so she didn’t wake the baby. It was a very different kind of Blind Man’s Bluff game than she had ever played with her friends. She could hardly wait until it was her turn to be the Blind Man so she could be tied to the bed and have the two of them do things to her. She knew she had to wait her turn, but she wondered what it would be like to shudder with joy and make funny noises like her mommy did.

The nice man pulled the buzzing razor from the hole between Mommy’s legs, and turned it off. They both leaned in to stare at the hole closing slowly.

“Do I have a hole like Mommy’s?”

He shrugged. “Let’s look.” Kelly sat back on the bed and spread her knees and pulled her feet in. Her flowing hair was in the way, so the nice man kept pushing her head up so he could see. “That might be a hole,” the nice man said, “but it is very small.”

“Can you stick your finger in?”

The nice man licked his little finger and placed the tip on what appeared to be a very small opening below the shudder with joy spot. Kelly watched as he wiggled it in a little, then pulled it out, and put it in a little farther. After he did this several times, Kelly said, “That’s enough, it’s starting to hurt.”

“Did you shudder with joy?” the nice man asked while he sniffed at his finger, then swallowed it, and sniffed again. Kelly shook her head, wondering again what it would feel like to shudder with joy.

The nice man bent over and sniffed at her hole again, then sat back on the bed cross-legged. “Your’s smells different than your Mommy’s. Not as flavorful, but very nice. Kind of like flowers.”

Kelly smiled at the compliment. She stood up on the bed and put herself directly in front of the nice man, her face nearly level with his. “Want to smell?” he asked, and when she nodded he wiped his finger across her hole and held it to her nose. She sniffed, and with his encouragement, licked his finger, then sucked on it when he pushed it in her mouth. Then he stuck his finger all the way into Mommy’s hole, and Kelly smelled and licked his finger again. “Which one did you like better?” he asked.

“Mommy’s,” she said.

“I think I like yours better, he said, and this made Kelly happy enough to smile again, and to straddle his legs, and sit on his lap with her arms around his neck. He hugged her, tickling her with the hairs on his chest, and she rubbed up and down against him, enjoying the tickle her movement provided. She started bouncing up and down on him until she felt something bumping against her hole. Kelly looked down at the nice man’s digi ember, which had grown again. She squeezed it with both hands and held it against herself as she bounced. She very much like the bouncing game, and the nice man looked very happy, too. She thought adult play dates were more fun than play dates with Jennifer. She was looking forward to showing Jennifer all the games she had learned how to play.

Kelly was very disappointed to hear Kevin’s cry ring out, because the nice man suddenly pushed her off of his lap, and got off the bed. “Where’s the baby?” he asked, sounding very worried. Kelly didn’t like that he was worried about Kevin, but she got off the bed, grabbed his hand and led him to Kevin’s room. Kelly watched while the nice man picked up Kevin, who was crying very loudly, and said dumb things to him, like her mommy always did. The nice man sat in the chair with Kevin on his lap, and made noises that weren’t real words. The nice man looked very happy with Kevin on his lap, but was unhappy when she tried to get on his lap, too, and he said no. Kevin ruined everything, and Kelly wished she didn’t have a brother.

Mandy had said her real parents didn’t want her, and she was adopted as a baby. Kelly wished someone would come and adopt Kevin, too. Kevin hadn’t stopped crying, even though the nice man was bouncing him on his lap. Kevin always cried.

“You have to change his diaper,” she said to the nice man. “He always needs his diaper changed.”

He looked like he was trying to remember something, then stood up, and placed Kevin on the changing table. Kelly stood on the stool next to the table, as she sometimes did when her mother changed him, and watched. Kevin was still crying, but the nice man didn’t seem to know what to do. Kelly had to tell him each step, remembering what her mother always told her about wiping him with the wet towels to make sure he was clean and dusting him with talcum powder. The nice man liked the smell of the powder and kept sniffing it. Kelly was very surprised when, as he was sniffing, he put Kevin’s thingy, into his mouth, and even more surprised when Kevin stopped crying. He sucked on his thingy just like he had Kelly’s finger, and Kevin started making happy baby noises. Kelly had never seen Mommy suck his thingy, and she wondered why not. When he stopped sucking, Kevin started crying again.

The nice man looked for a clean diaper, and Kelly showed him where a new bag was in the closet. He told her to suck on Kevin while he opened the diapers. Kelly worried that he would pee in her mouth, so she hesitated.

“It’s okay,” the nice man said. “It’s what they do in the book.”

Kelly put his little thingy in her mouth, and he stopped crying instantly. This was a good trick to make him stop crying, but she wasn’t at all sure she wanted Kevin to be happy. Kelly thought she could make him cry again if she bit his little thingy, but the nice man made her stop sucking him when he returned with the diaper. Once changed, he sat in the chair again holding Kevin, while Kelly sat on the stool and watched.

Rufus started barking, the sound coming from the direction of her parent’s bedroom, so she wandered in to see why. He was on the bed with Mommy, near her head, jumping around and making small barks. When Kelly got on the bed, she realized Rufus wanted the ball that was stuck in Mommy’s mouth. She thought this was very funny, especially when he tried to grab the ball with his teeth, and Mommy kept turning away. Kelly got next to her mother and, with some difficulty, managed to get her fingers around the ball enough to pull it out. Having done so, she threw the ball toward the door, and Rufus chased after it.

“Oh, thank you,” Barbara said. “Who is that? Is that you, Kelly”

“Yes,” she answered.

“What’s happening? Did Jondo leave? Where’s Kevin?”

“He changed his diaper, and now he is sitting in his lap. He knows how to make him stop crying.” Kelly didn’t like that Mommy sounded so worried about Kevin.

“I need to get up, Honey,” her mother said. “Can you untie me?”

Rufus jumped back onto the bed with the ball, and jumped around waiting for someone to take the ball from him and throw it again. Kelly pulled it from his mouth, and sent it in the direction of the bedroom door, then tried to untie the knots in the rope holding her mother’s hands. They were very tight, and she couldn’t do more than loosen them a little. Rufus jumped on the bed and dropped the ball this time onto her Mommy’s tummy.

Her Mommy yelled at him to go away, but he started licking her breasts, instead. Mommy was very unhappy about this, but she told Kelly to work on the knots, rather than shoo him away. Kelly tried and tried to undo the knots, but they were too tight. Her mother had managed to pull on the loosened ropes, and slide toward the foot of the bed so that her feet were on the ground, but that was a far as she got. “I’ll get Jondo to help,” Kelly said, and ran off in spite of her mother’s pleas to stay.

17

Barbara alternated between spitting pieces of rubber ball out of her mouth, and trying to extract herself from the ropes. Her concentration was continually interrupted by the damn dog bouncing around, and licking at her breasts. In her attempt to get away, she had managed to make herself more uncomfortable with her butt nearly off the bed, but her legs still pulled wide by the rope wrapped around the two bottom posts of the bed. Rufus jumped off the bed, she hoped chasing the ball, but instead, Barbara felt him licking between her legs.

She whispered for the dog to get away, but that was the only action she could take to discourage him, and it was not the least bit effective. As she twisted in the bed, her face came into contact with the pillow Jondo had been lying on. It had a distinctive scent, his scent. She thought to turn away from it, but found herself inhaling it over and over.

Rufus was licking aggressively, pushing at her clit with his long, wet tongue, and she had no choice but to allow it to occur. As distasteful as the idea was to her, the actual act of his rapid and thorough licking was not at all unpleasant. She pulled at the ropes, but this served to only remind her that she was at the mercy of another, just like the woman in the book who relished the idea that a swarthy man with big hands was going to make her come. As her hips began to move in a sympathetic fashion to Rufus’ attentions, Barbara reflected on how little she understood this part of herself. How could this aspect of herself, this need to be helpless and taken, spring forth so fully without her ever having been aware of it?

Rufus continued to stroke at her with his tongue, and Barbara flexed her hips toward him. She decided it was the blindfold that made it so easy to forget everything else. It must be like they always say about blind people, that the other senses increase in sensitivity. Right now, her clit was the most sensitive thing in her universe, and she did not want Rufus to stop. He seemed a much more useful animal than he ever had previously. She couldn’t believe she was going to have another orgasm, she couldn’t remember how many she had had so far, but the signs were clear, and she was having to work less for each one. If this keeps up, making me come will be as easy as turning on a light. Rufus’ raspy tongue began licking from her ass all the way past her clit each time, and after several of those Barbara groaned her climax.

As she twisted in the pillow and panted to release the tension, Rufus jumped up and landed his two front paws on her breasts. He was moving awkwardly, pawing at her chest, the rough pads on the bottom scratching her, and she couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Suddenly, she felt something hard banging at her from between her legs, and the realization of what that might be horrified her.

Before she could formulate something to say, Rufus had found his target, and plunged himself into Barbara’s well lubricated vagina. She had never felt anything like it, so completely different than a man that she was stunned. The dog was slamming at her rapidly, his hairy legs brushing against her thighs, and his paws pulling him as far into her as he could get. His dick also seemed to be getting bigger with each thrust, and she wondered just how big it could get. She was reasonably sure the last thing that had passed through her vagina as large was Kevin’s head when she gave birth.

Rufus stopped suddenly, and she could feel his muzzle flop onto her chest, and he gave out one of his whining sighs. He was still deep in her, though, and she felt a new sensation; a warm pulsing inside, and she realized she was being filled with dog come. His knot was exerting an extraordinary pressure against the walls of her vagina, and it both frightened and pleased her, particularly as she felt his gushing come. To the extent possible, she pulled her knees together, flexed her hips, and moved against the dog laying on her stomach and chest. She worked against his knot buried in her, as if to eject it, until she came, thinking it was possibly the best orgasm so far.

Rather quickly, she began to worry about her family. The house was quiet now, she had thought she heard Jondo talking to Kevin earlier, and she assumed Kelly was with him. She didn’t know if Kelly had forgotten to bring him back, or he had said no. She rather hoped he would stay there until Rufus left, because it felt a little embarrassing. Even though he was a lunatic, she didn’t want him to see her like this. When she heard him petting Rufus and asking, “What’s going on, Rufus?” She realized she had not been spared that indignity.

18

Jondo got down on his hands and knees behind Rufus to discover just what had occurred with Barbara. He lifted the dog’s tail and saw that he was attached to the hole he had plunged the razor into before. Rufus was getting agitated and moving around as though he wanted to get free of her, which seemed to make Barbara unhappy.

“Holly shit, that’s big,” she said. “He’s going to tear me apart.”

Jondo stood up, “What can I do?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just keep him calm until the swelling goes down.”

Jondo got on the bed beside her, petted Rufus and spoke soothingly to him. The dog dropped his head to her chest again, leaving his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and his eyes moving from Jondo to Barbara. “Did he make you shudder with joy?” he asked.

“Are you done here, yet?” she asked angrily. “Where’s Kelly? Did Kevin go back to sleep? How much longer am I going to be tied up like this?”

Jondo smiled, “Kelly’s watching the baby,” he said.

Now sounding more worried, than angry, Barbara said, “Are they okay? You haven’t hurt Kelly have you?”

“Oh, no,” Jondo said. “Kelly’s a wonderful girl. I like her very much.”

“Well you have ruined her forever, with the things she seen tonight, she will never be the same–” The woman was interrupted by Rufus’ sudden attempt to turn and get free, forcing a cry from Barbara, “Rufus! Stay!” Jondo grabbed his collar and pulled him back as Barbara complained, “Damn! That thing is the size of a bowling ball.”

“Did Rufus make you shudder with joy?” Jondo asked.

“What the hell kind of man are you,” she said, “letting me get raped by a dog?”

Jondo was not sure what he did that was wrong, but she obviously wanted him to feel bad, so he did. Rufus made another attempt to get away, this time succeeding in turning back enough that the knot pulled slowly out of Barbara’s hole. As it did, she yelled, “Son-of-a-bitch! That thing is massive–, it feels so gooood!”

This confused Jondo, not sure if the experience with Rufus was good or bad for the woman. He saw as he let him go that Rufus had a rigid member, and looked at the gaping hole between Barbara’s legs. It was quivering as it closed.

“If you’re not going to let me go,” Barbara said, “at least help me up onto the bed. My back is killing me.”

Jondo stood between her legs, and lifted with his hands underneath both thighs, and pushed her toward the top of the bed. He was starting to understand that Rufus’ rigid member was very much like his, that Rufus had put his rigid member in Barbara’s hole just like Jondo had put the razor into Barbara’s hole, and that had made her shudder with joy. A smile broke on Jondo’s face as he realized that he could put his rigid member in Barbara’s hole and, maybe, make her shudder with joy. Then he wouldn’t have to feel bad.

As Jondo crawled onto the bed, he looked at the white dog liquid dripping from her still open hole, her skin shiny with oil, her huge mounds of flesh flopped to the side with milk dripping from the nipples, and the bright red lipstick smeared over her face. He put his hands on either side of her waist and sniffed. “What wonderful smells!” There was dog, and sweat, and lipstick, and milk and too many others to name.

As he sniffed around, the woman asked, “What are you doing?”

Bending toward her neck trying to identify a smell there, Jondo’s rigid member touched between her legs, He found if he pushed a little, it felt warm and wet. She said, “Oh, fuck!” and the word electrified him, and he slammed himself inside her and gasped at the sensation, the feeling so intense he could not let go of his breath. Now the rapid thrusting movement he had seen Rufus make made sense to him, and he began doing the same.

The woman made noises each time he did, and, although he was again confused about whether the noises indicated she was feeling good or bad, he was feeling great and continued. He was quite sure he would have remembered if he had done something that felt this good before, so this must be the first time, and he was very happy he had learned about play dates. He didn’t want it to be the last time though. He wanted to have lots of play dates with the woman and her daughter.

19

Mandy Torrance had lost the book with the note and the pills, and was terrified. Mrs. Marshall was already pissed she didn’t get the pills in time for the weekend, but worse, if someone found the book, and told her parents, she would die from humiliation and scorn.

The sophomore had spent the afternoon in a panic when she discovered it missing from her backpack. She had tried to retrace her steps since she remembered seeing it last, searching her bedroom, school locker, the library, her friend’s room, her Mom’s car, and now suddenly remembering she had sat for Kevin, the Bowles’ house.

It was late, so she knocked quietly at the door, not wanting to wake the baby. She waited and tried again, but no one answered. The lights were on, and the car was out front, so she tried the door, which was locked. She entered the security code and let herself in through the garage. She called quietly for Barbara without response. She knew her husband wasn’t home, but she thought she heard noises upstairs, so she started up.

As she turned on the landing she saw Kelly and Kevin at the top of the stairs. Kevin was sitting on the top step with his feet hanging over the step. Kelly was sitting behind him, watching him teeter front to back.

“Kelly!” Mandy said. “What are you doing?” The teen shot up the stairs and scooped Kevin into her arms. “Don’t you know he could fall and get killed?”

Kelly asked, “Do you think someone could adopt him?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “He has a family. Your parents love him. He doesn’t need to be adopted.”

Kevin started to cry, causing Mandy to check his diaper, and pronounce, “He needs to be changed.” She then gave Kelly a more careful look realizing she was quite disheveled and without clothes. “Where are your clothes? And where is your mother?”

“She is having a play date, but it’s a secret.”

Mandy knew exactly what that meant, having babysat for the Marshalls. Mrs. Marshall had a lot of play dates. She also knew that the kids got into trouble quickly when their parents were having play dates. “Well, we’d better change him,” she said, and Kelly followed her to Kevin’s room.

Kevin started to fuss as he was being changed, and Kelly said she knew how to make him stop fussing. “That’s cool. He is the fussiest baby ever, ” Mandy said, “How?”

Kelly got up on the stool and sucked Kevin’s penis into her mouth. Kevin stopped fussing immediately. Mandy gasped, put her hand to her mouth, and said, “Oh, my God! Where did you learn that?” She started laughing so hard, she didn’t think she could stop.

Kelly said, “Jondo taught me. He knows lots of games and lets me play with him and Mommy.”

Mandy stopped laughing and finished putting on the diaper. The implications of what Kelly was saying surprised her because, unlike Mrs. Marshall, Barbara had always been the most responsible, and uptight, of the parents she knew. Mandy had always looked up to her as the kind of woman who was strong and able to get what she wanted out of life. She had a graduate degree, a great looking husband, a huge house, nice clothes, expensive cars, and two beautiful children. Mandy wanted those things, but there was another part of her that wanted something quite different, a part of herself she felt ashamed of, a part of her that was more like Mrs. Marshall.

To learn that the woman she admired was humping some guy while her daughter ran around naked and nearly killed her brother was a shock, but an interesting one. It had been increasingly apparent to Mandy over the last year that adults were hardly ever what they seemed to be. She didn’t know who Jondo was, but she liked the sound of his name, and since Barbara’s husband was OMG hunky, this Jondo must be as attractive, or even better. “Where is your mommy?” she asked.

Kelly pointed in the direction of the master bedroom, and Mandy placed Kevin in this crib, stuck a pacifier in his mouth, and tiptoed down the long hall to the open door. She could not have been more surprised by what she saw as she peeked in. She was not surprised to find the pair naked on the bed, nor Barbara getting furiously fucked by someone other than her husband. It was a play date, after all, and Mandy had discovered Mrs. Marshall in similar circumstances twice. What surprised her was the red blindfold, Barbara being elaborately tied with white rope, and her obvious enjoyment of the experience.

Mandy had intended to just peek, as with Mrs. Marshall’s play dates, it was an urge she couldn’t resist. However, she was mesmerized by the scene, a scene that reminded her of scenes in the book, of scenes she had imagined herself in. The man was trim and youthful, his back tan, and his butt snow-white. His right hand was holding her shoulder down, and his left her breast, and he was fucking her hard, and Barbara was completely and absolutely at his mercy. They both grunted and moaned their pleasure loudly. Mandy’s only experience in this area was literary, but this was better than any of those, and any of her elaborate fantasies. Seeing Barbara tied to the bed and being madly fucked made Mandy swoon with a desire to be in her place.

Rufus, who had been licking himself on the floor near the bed, got up to sniff at the two standing just outside the bedroom door. Kelly petted the old dog and, before Mandy could stop her, ran to climb up onto the bed, straddled the man, wrapped her arms around him and rode him up and down like a bucking horse. Mandy’s brain started to melt.

She could never have imagined Barbara was into this sort of thing, and she realized she had underestimated the woman who had seemed so tightly wound, and temper prone before. She even let her daughter participate in their sex play! All of this suggested to Mandy an inner life not unlike her own, yet with an enviable freedom of spirit, and she found this triggered something in her, an impulse to do what she had only imagined doing, but could never have acted upon without Barbara’s example.

She stepped carefully into the room and closer to the bed, gradually bringing herself into view of the man. He looked up from his humping briefly, smiled broadly, and returned his focus to the woman underneath him. Mandy had feared he would think she was too unattractive, but was relieved at his encouragement, smiled in return, and watched Kelly get bounced off and land on the bed with a smile. Kelly then stood on the corner of the bed, and motioned for Mandy to come closer, which she did, until Kelly could reach the bottom of her tightly fitted top, and pull up. “You have to get undressed if you want to play,” she said.

Barbara interrupted her pulsing groans long enough to say, “Kelly, is that you?”

Kelly looked back at her mother, then put her fingers to her lips to shush Mandy. Mandy wasn’t sure how to proceed in the play, but took her lead from Kelly. She remained quiet, and quickly dropped her clothes into a pile on the floor. Barbara resumed making fucking noises, and Kelly bent down and sucked Mandy’s breast into her mouth, which Mandy found remarkably pleasing. She pushed Kelly’s wild hair out of the way so she could see and appreciate the action more fully.

Kelly picked up the tube of lipstick from the bed and started to smear some on Mandy’s lips. Mandy could see traces of it on Barbara’s and Kelly’s faces, so she took the tube from Kelly and quickly applied it to herself, and freshened Kelly’s lips as well. The natural thing to do at that point seemed to be to kiss the eight-year-old, and Mandy did, finding the joining of their waxy lips quit enjoyable. When she pushed her tongue into the girl’s mouth, Kelly stopped and smiled, then climbed back onto the man for another ride, while he pounded Mrs. Bowles.

As Mandy sat on the bed, she felt something underneath, and pulled out her paperback book. She looked to the man, who smiled at her again, which seemed enough of an invitation that she set the book down and laid beside the two. He was not at all like Mr. Bowles, who always looked at Mandy as though she was cheap furniture, but he looked as if he was delighted she was joining them. There was something about him, beyond his lean attractiveness, that she found very appealing, and made her want to get closer to him.

Mandy let her hand graze over his hairy arm. His arm looked very strong as he held Mrs. Bowles to the bed, and she imagined her own shoulder held fast by the large hand, and how good to be held so securely would feel. She never imagined two such attractive people would want to play in that way with her. The woman’s breast was flopping up and down, and Mandy delicately moved herself in position so that she could put it in her mouth.

“Oh, Kelly,” Barbara said, “Not again. Why don’t you go to bed?”

“It’s not Kelly, Mrs. Bowles,” Mandy stopped sucking long enough to say. “It’s Mandy.”

“Mandy!” she exclaimed. “Does he have you tied up, too?”

“Not yet” she said. “Is it okay if I suck? I’ve always thought they were beautiful.”

Barbara said. “Is Kelly all right? What about Kevin?”

“Kevin’s asleep,” Mandy said. “I changed his diaper. And Kelly’s right here.”

Kelly slid off the man’s back, and said, “Mommy, is it going to be my turn to get tied up soon? It’s been your turn for a long time.”

“Um– Not now, Honey. Go to bed– because mommy’s going to… come again.”

Mandy sucked at her breast while Mrs. Bowles growled her climax. The sound seemed terribly nasty, and Mandy loved how she seemed to tremble in her white rope restraint. She moved closer, wrapped her arm around the bouncing man and continued sucking the warm milk from Mrs. Bowles’ breast. Kelly climbed on for another ride.

20

Jondo could feel the sensation building again, the same one he felt earlier when Kelly was bouncing on him, only this was better because he was inside the beautiful woman. He tried to do just what he had seen Rufus do, hold her down with his hands and thrust rapidly.

He liked the way the teenager looked sucking on her breast. She was not pretty in the way of Barbara or her daughter. Her body was thin, her face being more angular, and her complexion sallow, but he liked the color of her lips. When she opened her eyes to him, and her lips parted in a smile around the fat nipple, the sensation flooded through him. He felt himself squirting again, and he wondered if all the white liquid that had landed on Kelly before went inside the woman, and what happened to it once it was in there? Would it leak out, too, like Rufus’ had?

Panting, Jondo rolled on to his back next to Barbara and brought Kelly on top of him. She pulled his rigid member between her legs, started bouncing, and said to the teenager, “This is how you play with his cock.” After bouncing a few times, Jondo could feel the stiffness going away, and Kelly said, “What happened? Now it’s like Daddy’s.”

Jondo looked, but had no explanation for the sudden change. The teenager stopped sucking on Barbara’s breast, and said, “I know.” Jondo and Kelly both watched as she crawled over Barbara, had Kelly scoot off of him, and positioned herself between his legs and flapped his less than rigid, rigid member back and forth. “This is what happens after the man comes,” she said.

“Comes where?” Jondo asked.

The teenager laughed without answering, but Jondo was very pleased when she said, by way of instruction to Kelly, “This is how you make it stiff, again.” She then swallowed what she had held in her hands, and the warmth of her wet mouth felt very good, so Jondo laid back to enjoy it.

Kelly said, “But he isn’t being fussy.”

“Men like it even when they’re not being fussy,” the teenager said.

Barbara asked Jondo, “Are you done with me, yet?”

Jondo, replied, “Did you shudder with joy?”

“Yes, you made me come,” she said, sounding very frustrated. “Is that what you want to hear? Five, ten times– I don’t even know how many times. I have never come so many times, I didn’t think it was possible to come so often. I even came with the fucking dog!” The woman began to cry as she said, “You’ve turned me into a complete slut, just like the girl in the book. Is that what you want me to say?”

Jondo turned a little to his side toward the woman, trying not to disturb the pleasant feeling of the teenager attached below, and pulled the blindfold off her eyes. He was greatly saddened by the tears he found, and wanted to do something to make them go away. Kelly also seemed upset by her mother’s tears, and asked, “Do you want me to lick you Mommy?“

“No! she said, then took a breath. “I’m sorry. No, thank you, Kelly.” To Jondo she said, “Look what you’ve done to her.”

“She wants you to feel good so you will stop crying,” Jondo said. “I want you to feel good, too. I want you to shudder with joy.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

Jondo often forgot people’s names, too, so he was glad to remind her. “I’m Jondo.”

“No, I mean I don’t understand you.” Her voice was full of frustration again, a tone which felt familiar to Jondo, but uncomfortable. “How can you be so– how can you not know what you are doing? How can you think all of this is okay?”

“Didn’t it feel good?” he asked.

“You can’t just do things because it feels good. There are rules, consequences, laws even.”

“Is it against the rules to feel good?”

“What kind of a simpleton are you?”

Jondo wasn’t sure how to answer, because although he thought he knew what a simpleton was, he didn’t know anything about the varieties of simpletons, or which variety he might be. As he pondered the question, he observed Kelly watching the teenager wrap her mouth around his rigid member. It was a marvelous sensation. The teenager stopped long enough to say, “See, it’s getting stiff again.”

“Can I try?” Kelly said.

“Kelly, don’t you dare,” Barbara said.

Jondo was disappointed Kelly wasn’t going to lick him. He thought he would like to see her little lips wrapped around him, and feel her little pink tongue on the tip. He turned to Barbara and noticed she had stopped crying, which made him glad. She seemed a little happier, even smiling at him, which made him smile in return. “Would you like me to make you shudder with joy again?” he asked.

“Oh, no, thank you, Jondo. You’ve been wonderful, and you made me– shudder with joy so many times. I’m tired and I would like to stop now. Can you untie me?”

“My turn!” Kelly exclaimed. “It’s my turn to wear the blindfold and do the fuck.”

“No, Kelly,” Barbara said sharply.

“But, it’s my turn,” Kelly whined, falling into Jondo and crying. He cradled her while he listened to the woman.

“Why don’t we untie me, and we’ll discuss it.” Barbara said.

“But it’s my turn,” Kelly complained again.

“Kelly, you’re tired and need to go to bed.” The bitterness of her tone seemed to make Kelly cry more, while whining a denial.

“All right, all right,” Barbara said, “You can have a turn after you untie me. Let’s get me untied first, okay?”

“Can I have a turn after her?” the teen asked.

“You want… a turn with… him?” Barbara asked.

“Yes, please. Kelly was here first, though. So she should go first.”

The woman made an angry face at the teen, then abruptly changed to a smile and said, “No, no, you’re older, and should go first. Just untie me, and you can get started.”

The teenager looked pleased, and Jondo liked the idea of making her shudder with joy, too. Only Kelly was unhappy. When they had untied the woman, she stood and stretched her legs and arms. “Well, Mandy,” Barbara said, “You and Jondo can… can go ahead.” She turned and walked slowly toward the bathroom, as if she was unsure where she was going, saying, “He’s a very good lover. I’m sure you will enjoy it.” As she stopped at his pants on the floor and bent down, Mandy called, “Mrs. Bowles?” Before reaching the pants, she stood up again, saying, “Yes?”

“Can you tie me up?”

“You want to be tied up?” Barbara looked surprised.

“Yes, please. If that’s okay?”

Jondo watched Barbara and tried to understand what she wanted with his pants. “Alright, Mandy.” Barbara returned to the bed, and the teen positioned herself near the middle and told them how she wanted to be tied, in something she called the doggy position. It was different than the book cover, because her wrists were pulled wide so that her face was resting on the bed, and she was on her knees so her bottom was in the air. The teen insisted that the ropes be tight, so Jondo helped Barbara make sure she was unable to move from her position. Kelly tied the scarf around her head as a blindfold.

Jondo bent over and sniffed at the teen’s rear, and said, “She smells different than you or Kelly. She looks different, too.” The teen’s rear was at the edge of the bed, and he was brushing his still soft rigid member against her legs because it felt good to do so. He wanted to be inside her, but the position was unfamiliar and there didn’t seem to be any holes. Jondo tried to remember what the book described. He looked to Barbara for help, but she was backing away from the bed with an odd look on her face.

“Mrs. Bowles?” Barbara stopped as she reached the pants, bent down and picked them up carefully. Mandy said, “Can you make him stiff for me?”

“I will,” Kelly said, and quickly crawled toward Jondo and grabbed his rigid member. Jondo felt sure he was going to like the feel of the little girl’s lips.

Barbara had reached into the pocket and pulled out the gun. Jondo remembered the gun, and its unusual smell, and wondered if she liked the smell, too. She didn’t sniff it, though, but pointed it at him, instead. She yelled at the girl as she grabbed his stiff thing, “Kelly, No!” The woman’s smile had disappeared, replaced by a stern look. The look frightened Jondo, and Kelly too, but he wasn’t sure why.

Mandy wasn’t frightened at all, and said to Kelly, “It’s too big for your mouth, anyway. You should try your dad’s. His isn’t nearly as big.”

The look on Barbara’s face changed again to angry, and she swung the gun away from Jondo toward the teen tied to the bed.

“I’m not on the pill, or anything,” the teen said, the blindfold keeping her from addressing anyone in particular, “So he should wear a condom, right?”

The woman lowered the gun to her side, her face changed again to her previous stern tightness. “That won’t be necessary, Mandy.” Barbara walked to Jondo with the gun still in her hand, reached out and grabbed his rigid member and began squeezing it rhythmically. Jondo liked this so much that he smiled at Barbara, not feeling afraid anymore.

“Gee, why not Mrs. Bowles? I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Mandy, I have always trusted you to do what’s right by my family, now you must trust me to do right by you.”

“Sure, Mrs. Bowles,” she said. “I trust you.”

“Good. I think Jondo is almost ready,” she said, and she pulled him toward the edge of the bed behind the teen, and had him face her rear. As the woman squeezed him, he bent over and sniffed at the teen’s bottom again. “Where’s the hole, “ Jondo asked.

“There are two holes back here, Jondo,” the woman said. “I want you to put it in the top hole,” she said, pointing with the gun, “this one right here.”

“Wait, shouldn’t that be the bottom hole,” Mandy said. “The top one is– that wasn’t what I had in mind, Mrs. Bowles. I’ve never done that.”

“I don’t see a hole,” Jondo said, looking carefully. Kelly’s wiry hair brushed against his face as she tried to see the hole, too.

“Kelly,” Barbara said. Go check on Kevin.” When the girl had left, the woman continued. “Oh, it’s there, all right,” she said, and jammed the barrel of the gun into her butt until it stopped at the bullet chamber. “See?”

“Oow,” Mandy yelled. “That hurts, Mrs. Bowles.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mandy,” she said, ripping it out and provoking another yelp from the teen. “I’ll put on some oil. I wouldn’t want you to bleed to death.” The woman put down the gun, and rubbed a lot of oil on his rigid member, just like in the book, and it felt very good, and smelled wonderful to Jondo. “There,” she said. “I think we’re ready, now.”

“No, Mrs Bowles. Please don’t.”

“Oh, but you deserve it, Mandy. You’ve been such a good sitter for us. Just like a trusted member of the family.”

Barbara pulled Jondo by his rigid member onto the bed until the tip was resting on the hole she intended him to put it in. He was unsure, mainly because the teen sounded scared, but when Barbara held his rigid member at the entrance with one hand, and shoved his butt hard with the other, he slide in all the way.

“Oh, my God!” Mandy yelled. “Take it out. It’s too big.”

Jondo looked to Barbara, who smiled, picked up the gun and waved him on, so he began thrusting just like before. This felt every bit as good as being inside the woman, and he wanted the teen to shudder with joy, too.

“Kelly,” Barbara said, her daughter having returned to stare at what Jondo was doing to the teen, “Go find Rufus. He should get to shudder with joy inside Mandy, too.”

Jondo heard Kelly run from the room, and watched as Barbara sat near the teen’s head watching her shriek at his every thrust. She set the gun down on the night table nearby. Again, he wasn’t sure if the sounds meant it felt good or bad to the teen, but it felt good to him, and Barbara wanted him to, so he kept thrusting.

“Well, Mandy,” Barbara said pleasantly. “How does it feel to be fucked in the ass?”

“It really hurts,” Mrs. Bowles. “Make him stop, please.”

“Harder, Jondo. You want her to shudder with joy, don’t you?”

He did, so he went harder, and she screamed more. “Please, Mrs. Bowles. Ouch. He’s gigantic.”

“I know, dear. But of course, I didn’t have him in my ass. But if you think Jondo’s big, wait until Rufus swells up inside you. Now that’s big.”

“Not Rufus. Is that even possible? You wouldn’t?”

“Oh, but I would, Dear,” Barbara said. “You see, I don’t like it when a little teenage freak sleeps with my husband.”

“What?” the teen sputtered between yelps. “What are you talking about?”

“I always liked you, Mandy. I thought you liked me,” she said. “I didn’t think you would stoop to that.”

“I do like you, Mrs. Bowles. I never slept with your husband. Really!”

“No point in denying it now, Mandy.”

“But I mean it. I never slept with your husband. I’ve never slept with anybody.”

“You expect me to believe you’re a virgin when you jumped into bed with us and started sucking a stranger’s dick?”

“I only did it because I thought if you were doing it, it must be okay. But I never slept with Mr. Bowles.” Her yelps had changed to rhythmic gasps. “And I am a virgin– Oh! –I’ve only sucked a couple of guys– Ah! –That’s all.”

“Don’t lie to me. How else would you know Bob has a little dick when it’s stiff compared to Jondo’s?”

“Well,” the teen said, a trace of embarrassment emerging between the gasps. “I’ve seen it.”

“How did you see his stiff dick if you didn’t fuck him?”

She gasped, “Oh, God!” on a particularly hard drive in, then blurted out, “I saw him fucking– Ah! –Mrs. Marshall.”

“What?”

“I walked in on them, twice. His dick is very… skinny. Very– ” Gasp. “noticeable.”

Jondo thought Barbara looked very upset now.

“He’s been fucking Mary Marshall?” she said.

“That’s where he is now,” the teen replied. “Mr. Marshall took the kids away for the weekend to visit his mother.”

“That son-of-a-bitch! He said was playing golf.”

“They said if I told anyone they would tell my parents about the book. I’m sorry, but if my parents find out about the book, they’ll kill me.”

“Jondo, stop,” Barbara said. “That’s enough. I’m so sorry, Mandy.”

Surprised, Jondo slowed, but had a hard time bringing himself to stop because it felt so good on his rigid member. “Did she shudder with joy?”

“Jondo, stop!” Barbara said.

He froze mid thrust, holding his breath because he didn’t want to hurt the girl or displease the woman.

“Actually,” the teen said, sounding a little hesitant. “It’s okay now, Mrs Bowles. It’s starting to feel… kind of… good.”

“I’ll make him stop, Mandy,” Barbara said. “I didn’t mean for you to– ”

“No, really, Mrs. Bowles. I think it’s going to be okay. Just have him go slow.”

“But Mandy, it has got to hurt.”

“Oh, yeah. But in a good way,” she said. “Don’t let him stop.”

Barbara nodded to Jondo, and rubbed the teen’s forehead, which Jondo thought would feel very nice, and he would like the woman to do that to him sometime. As she rubbed, and Jondo thrust at Mandy slowly, the teen started talking.

“You’re my favorite family to sit for, Mrs. Bowles. I just love Kelly and Kevin and I’ve always thought you were wonderful– Oh, it’s really feeling good, now –You’re so beautiful and smart, and you dress well, and you never treated me like a kid, and when I saw you tied up, well, see, I’ve always had this fantasy about being tied up and fucked really hard– Damn! He feels great. –I just couldn’t get it out of my mind, and then I found this book, and it really spoke to me, you know, and then there you were on the bed, doing just what I always wanted to do, and I thought if someone like you does it, I don’t need to be ashamed of it any more, and I should just go for it, you know?”

“Mandy, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Oh, it’s okay, Mrs. Bowles. Like I said, it feels really good now, just like I thought it would. You did a really good job tying me up. Nice and tight.”

“Did she shudder with joy?” Jondo asked.

“There is one thing you could do for me, though, Mrs. Bowles. Could you pinch my breasts? You know, the nipples, really hard.”

“Isn’t that going to hurt?” The woman asked.

“That’s kind of the idea. And maybe finger me. I can’t reach.”

21

Barbara looked at the empty happiness on the face of Jondo thumping the girl’s behind, the damp, newly discovered lust on Mandy’s face, and the tired but curious expression of Kelly who had returned with Rufus, anxious to participate in what seemed to her an extended game.

Even as a child Barbara could not relate to fantasy stories like Alice In Wonderland, but for the first time in her life she felt as if she knew what it meant to fall into a rabbit hole, or to step through the looking glass. She had been tied, sucked, fingered, dildoed, fucked, even had by a dog, and she felt in the experience an odd release from how she had always thought life was supposed to be. The only thing she felt bad about was unleashing her anger to the extent that she helped sodomize her virgin baby sitter. She no longer knew her limits, and this frightened and excited her.

Barbara reached underneath Mandy and pinched the nipple at the end of her slight breast, repeating the maneuver, squeezing harder until Mandy’s moans seemed the right amount of satisfying pain. The juxtaposition of pain and pleasure in the situation also confused and excited her. Kelly quickly mimicked her mother on the other breast, possibly more effectively because it appeared to her the game was to make Mandy yell as loud as possible. Although Mandy gave every indication of enjoying the experience, Barbara remembered how the girl sounded when she stuck the gun unceremoniously in her ass. It was her guilt over the impulse to hurt the person she thought had seduced her husband that made it easier to slip her finger over the teen’s knobby clit, and stroke it in sync with Jondo’s Rufus-like motion. Mandy looked up admiringly under the blindfold, and said, “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Bowles.”

“If I going to jill you off, Dear. You had better call me Barbara.”

“Is she going to shudder with joy?” Jondo asked.

“Any minute, now Jondo,” Barbara said. “I think she is very close.”

The man, now seeming half as threatening, and twice as attractive as before, was a marvel in his simpleness. The gun meant nothing to him, as if he didn’t understand her purpose in pointing it at him. Male bimbo is the term that came to Barbara’s mind. Happy, compliant, unendingly sexual, and determined to please. More useful than a pet, more attentive than a husband, and less demanding than either.

For the first time she felt the urge to touch him. As she fingered her babysitter, she grazed his tight stomach with her other hand. It wasn’t a normal man’s stomach. The waist of a normal man did not ripple with muscles the way his did. She thought he must work at a fitness club, where looks were more important than intelligence.

As Mandy came in her hand, gasping and heaving, Jondo smiled and his lips started to form a question, which Barbara answered before he could utter it. “Yes, she shuddered with joy. Good job, Jondo.” Barbara thought it wise to give the girl a rest, so she told him to stop, and they untied her.

Barbara wanted a shower, and Kelly needed one, so Barbara hid the gun in the hall closet, checked on Kevin, took Kelly into the bathroom and got in the shower with her. She discovered Jondo peering at them through the glass, a stupid curiosity on his face, until Kelly invited him in. Mandy was right behind, and the only one left out was Rufus.

Jondo’s dick took the lion’s share of attention from the girls, each of them examining it closely, as they washed themselves, and him. He stood there mostly, seeming to enjoy the attention, sloshing the soap around childishly, as though he had never taken a shower in his life. When he peed, Kelly announced that he was just like Kevin and laughed. Barbara and Mandy didn’t think it was nearly as funny, but they both spent an inordinate amount of time examining his body and sniffing at him.

Dried and refreshed, Barbara tore off the ruined bedspread and they all followed her naked into the large bed. Mandy sat next to Barbara, Kelly sat next to Mandy, and Jondo next to her, where Kelly coaxed him into reading to her. Rufus twirled around a few times before settling on the bed at their feet.

“How are you feeling?” Barbara asked Mandy.

“My butt is really sore,” she said.

“Look, I’m sorry about that. I let my anger get the best of me.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Mrs. Bowles. I’ve never felt so nasty. I’m still tingling.”

Barbara reached down, and picked up the paperback book off the floor, and handed it to Mandy. “I believe this belongs to you?”

Looking a little embarrassed, Mandy took the book and quickly thumbed the pages. She looked to Barbara.

“If you’re looking for your drugs, I have them,” Barbara said. “I’m very disappointed in you about that. I can’t have someone who uses drugs watching my kids.”

“I don’t use drugs, Mrs. Bowles.”

“Mandy, I saw the note. They are your drugs.”

“I bought them,” Mandy said. “But they were for Mrs. Marshall and… Mr. Bowles.”

“What?”

“It’s Ecstasy,” she said, again looking ashamed. “I’m sorry. They said if I didn’t get it for them, they would tell my parents about the book.”

“So let me get this straight,” Barbara said, trying to stay composed. “My husband has been saying he is going to play golf on these long weekends, but he has really been hold up somewhere, doing drugs, fucking Mary Marshall, and blackmailing you for your silence?” She reached for the phone without waiting for an answer, and dialed.

“Hello, Mary. Barbara Bowles, here,” she said pleasantly to the recording. “I was wondering, could you deliver a message for me to my husband, Bob?” Her tone changed to reflect the burst of anger she felt. “Tell him that I hope he has been enjoying his golf weekend, because when I get done divorcing him he won’t be able to afford a golf ball, much less a weekend away with you.” She slammed down the phone, and folded her arms. “I’d like to see his face when he gets that message,” she said.

Mandy scooted a little closer to Barbara, and rested her head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Bowles.”

Barbara sniffed, and wiped at a single tear. “It’s alright. And call me Barbara. And clear your schedule, I am going to be needing you a lot more, I think.” Mandy grasped her hand, and squeezed.

Jondo had fallen quiet, and Barbara looked to see they were both asleep, with Kelly nestled under his arm.

“Where did you meet him?” Mandy asked.

Barbara shrugged, “He just appeared. I have no idea where he came from, or who he is. I thought he was a rapist, but now I don’t think he would harm a fly, intentionally. All I know is that Kelly fell in love with him the minute she saw him, he has a dick the size of Kevin’s arm, and he has an uncanny ability to make me come.”

Mandy starred at Barbara. “You’re amazing, Mrs. Bowles.” Then she looked over at Jondo, “What are you going to do with him?”

“I don’t know,” Barbara said. “I don’t know anything any more. I used to think I knew things for sure; my husband, and Kelly, and myself. You would think I would know myself the best, but I seem to be the biggest mystery.

“I think you’re wonderful, Mrs.– Barbara.”

“Thanks. You’re a sweet girl, Mandy. You’re a bit of a surprise, too. This book, and the way you took to anal intercourse, were you ever molested, or anything?”

“Are you kidding? I don’t think my parents ever did a wrong thing in their life. My sister is the same, even more so.”

Barbara pointed the book at the teenager. “Where did this little kink come from, then?”

“I don’t know,” Mandy said. “I always figured my Mom, my real Mom, must have liked this kind of thing, too. You know, like I inherited it.”

“Have you always had these kind of thoughts?”

“The first thing I remember about church,” she said, “is sitting in the pews with everybody else bent over praying. I was staring up at the high ceiling, and the big, stained glass windows, wishing I was the one on the cross.”

This caused Barbara to chuckle for the first time all night, and she put her arm around Mandy, and squeezed. “Well, I suppose as long as it feels good,” she said. Mandy squeezed her back.

Mandy called her mother, and Barbara provided an excuse for Mandy to spend the night. The two then straightened things up so Barbara could relax. They put Kelly in pajamas, and in her own bed because Barbara worried she and Jondo would fuck if they stayed in the same bed all night. She wasn’t sure which of them would initiate it, but she knew it would happen. Mandy checked on Kevin, while Barbara changed the code on the alarm, replaced the screen on the window, and made sure the house was secure. When they were done, the two joined the sleeping Jondo in bed.

“He is so funny,” Mandy said, snuggling her naked body against Barbara while staring at him. “Do you think he is from a different country, or something.”

“More like a different planet,” Barbara said. “He has a smell that I just love.”

“I liked what he did to me, but you made me come, Mrs. Bowles.” Mandy took Barbara’s arm, and tucked it under her own.

22

Mandy was awakened by the phone around 3:00 A.M. She had been having a terrible dream in which Kelly was trying to make Kevin walk by pushing him down the stairs. Barbara answered quickly, and with someone it sounded like she knew. Kevin started crying, so Mandy got up to check on him. She changed his diaper, and sat holding him in the chair trying to soothe him back to sleep. She didn’t succeed until she put him in his crib on his back, pulled his diaper down, and sucked his little penis into her mouth. “Just like magic,” she thought as the baby gurgled pleasantly. She wondered what affect being soothed to sleep with a blow job would have on Kevin in later life. When he was nearly asleep, she covered him up, and returned to the bedroom. Barbara was staring grimly in the pale light of the bedside lamp. Mandy asked if that was Mr. Bowles on the phone.

“Bob is in jail,” Barbara said. “It seems he got the message I left for Mary, tried to come home, and was arrested for driving under the influence. Probably got belligerent, as usual. That was Darryl, a lawyer friend of his, asking if I would sign a bail bond. I said no.”

“That’s harsh, Mrs. Bowles,” Mandy said, thinking about the hunky Mr. Bowles sitting in a cold jail cell. “Are you really going to divorce him?”

She didn’t answer for a while, but finally said, “Kevin was his idea. I wanted to go back to work, but he convinced me he really wanted another child, like we meant something to him. Now I think he just wanted to keep me busy so I wouldn’t notice what he was up to. How long has he been having this affair?”

Mandy answered somberly, “A year, or so. At least, that’s when I first saw them.”

“When I was still pregnant. That bastard.”

Mandy could imagine how this would hurt, and she wanted to comfort the woman, but felt awkward doing so. She scooted up against her, relishing the warm brush of her skin. Barbara had been sitting with her legs stretched out, but then she pulled her knees up. Mandy sat up, too. “Barbara, have you ever done it with… another girl.”

Still distracted, she answered, “No.” The woman caught Mandy looking at her breasts, and Mandy quickly averted her eyes. Barbara said, “Well, you are just one kink after another, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I don’t care,” she said. Mandy was grateful for the approval in her voice. “After tonight, I can’t afford to be judgmental about anything. But I am not really in the mood for sex with anyone right now. Why don’t you occupy yourself with Jondo.” They both turned to stare at his sleeping face.

“I’m not very pretty,” Mandy said. “Do you think he would want to… with just me?”

“Honey, I think Jondo would fuck you blind if you asked him.” She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. “Don’t let him tie you up until he puts on one of these.”

Mandy smiled, “Okay, Mrs. Bowles– Barbara.”

“You know that since it’s your first time, it may hurt, a lot.”

The thought made Mandy flush with excitement. “Oh, I hope so.”

Barbara said she wasn’t feeling sleepy, and that she was going to check on the kids, have a glass of wine, and would be back later. Mandy slid over to the still form of the man, and looked at him closely. He was about the most handsome man she had ever seen, but almost child-like in his expression, even asleep. She guessed him to be in his early thirties, but he had no lines in his face, as if he had never had a worrisome moment. She pulled the sheet and thin blanket away from him, and reached for his penis. He was on his side facing her, and awoke about the time it filled her hand. “Hello,” he said, as though he had been awake for hours. “I’m Jondo.”

Mandy had worried he would reject her, but his smile allowed her to feel comfortable introducing herself. She scooted closer, squeezed his dick, puckered her lips, and closed her eyes. When the kiss never came, she opened them again, and saw that he was still smiling. Then she kissed him. She had received a better kiss from Kelly. The girl, at least, had put some effort into it. Mandy kissed him again, her tongue in his mouth, trying to stir some passion. He accepted her forceable entry, but didn’t reciprocate. “Don’t you like me?” she asked.

“Oh, yes. I like you very much,” he said.

Encouraged, she asked. “Would you like to, you know, do it… to me?”

“Do what?”

“Like you did with Barbara. Tie me up and… ” She squeezed his dick, trying to convey what she was asking with her hand.

“What?”

“You know, a play date, with me, just me,” she said.

“I think I like play dates,” he said.

Pleased, Mandy sat up and tore open the condom, and put it on the curious Jondo. “What’s that?” he asked.

“So I don’t get pregnant,” she said. Mandy got up and retrieved the rope and handed it to Jondo, and thrust her clasped hands together toward him. “Tie me tight,” she said. Jondo wrapped the rope around her wrists and, as she instructed, ran it around the head board so her arms were above her head. She pulled a couple of times to check the tightness, then announced, “Okay, I’m ready.”

However, Jondo just sat and stared. She looked at his dick to confirm it was still hard, and admired the way the condom was stretched to a transparent gloss. She said, “Go ahead, stick it in me. Don’t worry about it hurting.”

“Stick what?” Jondo asked.

“Your dick.”

“What’s that?”

“Your penis. Your prick. That big thing between your legs.

Oh, yeah. My… my rigy… I can’t remember.

“Just stick it in me.

“Where?”

Again, Mandy thought that English must be his second language, but he didn’t have an accent. “In the hole between my legs.”

He stared at her crotch, her knees spread wide for him. “There’s a hole?”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s little right now, but you’re going to make it bigger.”

“How?”

“By sticking your dick in the hole.”

She watched him stare intently, then sniff. “Hey, I remember that smell,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s right. You did it once before, only a different hole. I want the other hole this time.”

“What hole?”

Frustrated now by her desire, and her fear he didn’t like her, she said, “Just fuck me, please. I want you to fuck me.”

The man jerked his arms, and his penis bounced, but he did not act further. He simply stared at her. Mandy, thwarted in her effort to lose her virginity with the beautiful Jondo, began to cry. He had done Barbara so hard, she thought, and she had hoped he would want her enough to pound her into the bed in the same rugged way. But she knew the reason was her thin, child-like body was just not attractive to him.

Barbara returned to the bedroom with a glass of wine in her hand, and after a pause to take in the situation, asked, “What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”

“He doesn’t want me,” Mandy blurted out through her tears.

Barbara came to sit on the bed, and fixed her eyes on Jondo’s arrow straight dick. She took a gulp of her wine and said, “He must want you, that thing looks like it could pierce steel.”

“But he won’t do it,” Mandy said. “He thinks I’m ugly.”

“You are not ugly, and I am sure Jondo doesn’t think you’re ugly, either. You like her, don’t you Jondo?”

“Oh, yes. I like her very much,” Jondo said enthusiastically.

“See, he likes all women.”

“Then why won’t he do it?” Mandy pleaded.

“Go ahead, Jondo,” Barbara said. “Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Put that rocket in her pocket.” she said, laughing. When he didn’t seem to get the joke, she said, “Fuck her. Like you did me.” He twitched again, but stared blankly, and Barbara said, “Stick it in her hole.”

He looked between her legs, “What hole?”

Barbara took another sip of wine, and said. “I have no idea who I am any more.” She set the wine on the night stand, and bent over Mandy’s spread legs. Mandy raised her head to see, and felt her lips being spread apart. “There it is, right there,” Barbara said.

“It’s really small,” Jondo said.

“Yes,” Barbara said. “That’s going to hurt like a bitch. Are you sure you don’t want a finger or two to stretch it out first? At least a little oil?”

Mandy said, “No. Just make him do it.”

“All right,” Barbara said. She stuffed a pillow under Mandy’s butt, positioned Jondo between her legs, and Mandy felt his dick pressing against her crotch. She tensed up, squeezed her eyes shut, and held her breath. “Push,” Barbara said. Mandy waited but nothing happened.

“It doesn’t fit,” Jondo said.

Mandy watched Barbara get on her knees behind Jondo’s spread legs, reach around for his dick and press it tightly against her tiny opening, then she shoved with her hips against Jondo’s butt.

Mandy felt his prick rip into her, feeling as though her skin was being torn away as she felt it sink inside like a spear, his hips pressed against her crotch, the pain shooting up her spine and ringing in her brain. She heard a distant voice scream, and realized it was her. She went limp, her hands relaxed against the rope, her knees dropped to the bed. It was as though she had been killed, stabbed in her body and soul, and she couldn’t move. Jondo started moving, though, shredding her ravaged hymen again and again with each thrust of his massive prick.

In the distance she heard Kevin cry, and felt Barbara leave the bed, but Jondo stayed with her, slamming at her just like she had seen him do the exquisite Barbara; roughly, madly, as though he was possessed by an unquenchable desire. Each stabbing pain a testament to his passion for her. It was better than she could have possibly imagined.

Gradually, the pain subsided, just as it had when he had pounded her ass, replaced by the slippery delight of him sliding in and out of her, tickling every part of her from her clitoris to her cervix. She mumbled as her first orgasm started to build, as though she was praying. Just like in church when everyone was reciting a prayer, she opened her eyes to the ceiling and could see the stained glass windows and the tortured Jesus on the cross, and she could see herself there, hanging helplessly, and being fucked by the magnificent Jondo. She screamed again when the tingling rippled through her, collapsed, and whimpered quietly as he continued.

She came every few minutes after that, none as intense as the first, but each a heaven sent bliss of death and rebirth. She had no idea how many times she had come, or how long it had been when Barbara returned to sit beside them. The air seemed to be filled with his scent, blotting out all others. Mandy began to feel she was loosing herself, though, and that if she didn’t stop, she might slip away from life altogether. The pain was starting to return, too, even in her ass, and she decided she had to end it.

She turned to Barbara, “Can you make him stop? I’ve had it.”

“Jondo,” Barbara said. “Stop. That’s enough.”

He slowed and looked at her, as though he didn’t understand. When she said stop again, he did. Barbara had to tell him to pull out, which he did, but he kept trying to get back in until she made him sit next to her, and she untied Mandy, who curled instantly into a ball. “Are you okay?” Barbara asked.

Mandy whispered, “So good,” and closed her eyes.

23

Barbara sat beside the reclining Jondo, his dick pointing straight up, his hands at his side, and occasionally looking over at her as she sipped at her wine. He had a silly smile as he reached over her to pick up the book from the night stand, and began to read. A couple of minutes later he reached one hand to her breast, held one of her nipples between his fingers, and asked, “If I pinched you really hard, would it make you shudder with joy?”

“No,” she said. “I’m too tired for any more shuddering, anyway, so lets get some sleep.” She removed the condom from Jondo’s softening penis, noting that it was empty, then covered them all with the sheet, turned out the light, and turned on her side away from him. He twisted around for awhile, eventually cuddling against her back. She fell asleep with his hand resting on her hip.

It was a restless sleep, populated by dreams in which she got outrageously angry at Bob and Kevin for the smallest of slights. She awoke around daybreak feeling groggy, but unable to fall back asleep. She had to turn over to verify that she was in bed with a strange man and her babysitter, and that the events of last night had not been a dream too.

Mandy was still in the deep sleep of a teenager, but Jondo was on his back, with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Not surprisingly, the sheet was tented around his erect penis. He seemed preoccupied, appearing not to notice Barbara at all. He was so still, she wondered if he was one of those people who slept with his eyes open. She positioned herself so that she could look at him, eventually allowing herself to reach out and touch his slowly moving chest. He then turned to her with a big smile, and whispered, “I’m Jondo.”

Something about the softness of his voice captured her, and she felt a desire to kiss him. She did, but his response gave the impression he had never kissed anyone in his life. Barbara even found that endearing. She climbed on top of him, positioned herself over his penis, and eased herself on, then off, then on again, until he was all the way inside her, and she could feel his curly hair on her newly naked cunt. He did not move, but fixed his eyes on her, caressingly, perhaps lovingly, certainly attentively, until she brought herself to a climax. “Did you shudder with joy?” he asked, and she whispered affirmatively.

Mandy was still asleep, and she remembered how many times she had come yesterday, and felt sure she could come again. She resumed her gyrations on top of him until she came two more times, stopping only when she felt him squirt inside her.

She rolled off of him, placing herself between him and Mandy. The teenager roused in response to Barbara snuggling down between them, and reached out to place her hand on Barbara’s stomach. Jondo threw his leg over her and maneuvered his mouth onto her breast. Mandy’s look told Barbara she wanted to do the same.

Barbara inhaled the scent of Jondo, relishing it like steam from a hot coffee on a cold day, and wrapped her arm around Mandy, allowing her to suck. It was time to wean Kevin, anyway, she decided. Again, the simultaneous sucking precipitated her uterine contractions, which Mandy must have somehow detected. The teen tentatively dragged her hand down her stomach, going so slowly that Barbara writhed in anticipation of her reaching the target. When her fingers slipped between her lips, became liquid from her juices, and began stroking her clitoris, Barbara groaned. A few more strokes made Barbara’s brain go blank, her eyes closed, and her knees spread involuntarily. She peeked as Mandy moved down between her thighs, and she felt the teen’s tongue press hard against her, caress, then penetrate.

Jondo stopped sucking and watched Mandy closely, his erection supported by Barbara’s leg. Soon he was between her legs, too, face to face with Mandy, two tongues prying her lips apart and trying to enter her. Barbara came again, loudly. Mandy pulled herself up and kissed Barbara tenderly. Jondo mimicked her kisses and movements successfully, absent the teen’s passion. As they settled at either side of her again, Kevin started crying.

Barbara got up, threw on her bathrobe as she watched enviously as Mandy mounted Jondo, and went to Kevin’s room. He cried as she changed him, in spite of her attempts at soothing him, and Barbara imagined Kevin’s perpetual fussiness was going to grow into Bob’s helpless whining around the house. It was not a pleasant contemplation. If she divorced Bob, at least he would have less opportunity to model the behavior for Kevin, and she might be able to make a decent man of him. She reminded herself to ask Mandy how she was able to calm him so easily, when it took her nearly twenty minutes of feeding and codling to end the crying.

24

Jondo awoke and looked around the large bedroom. He was alone, covered only with a sheet and was not wearing any clothes. He knew that everyone got upset when he was naked, and that he should find some clothes to wear or they would yell at him. He got up, located the bathroom and peed, and looked around for something to put on. He caught a pleasing scent, took a deep breath, and identified it as something smokey, which made his stomach move. Following his nose, he wandered down the hall, and the stairs, and down another short hall to a kitchen. There sat a woman, a teenager, a girl and a baby at a table, none of whom seemed to be aware he was there. “Hello. I’m Jondo,” he said.

The girl said, “Yeah! Jondo’s here.” They all greeted him in a friendly manner, seeming to know him, which made him feel bad that he didn’t remember them, but glad that they seemed to like him. The girl got up, grabbed his hand and led him to the table, where he sat between the teenager and the baby boy in a high chair.

“What would you like to eat, Jondo?” The woman’s voice was melodious, and her bright white hair hung down the front of her fluffy bathrobe as she sipped at the source of the smokey odor he had detected upstairs.

“Breakfast?” he asked.

“Yes, were having fruit and cereal and toast, but I can make you something hot if you prefer?”

“I like breakfast,” he said.

“Kelly!” the woman said to the girl. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna be naked like Jondo, too,” she said, standing and unbuttoning her pajama top.

“Keep your pajamas on,” she said.

“But Jondo gets to be naked.”

“Jondo’s a guest,” she said. “I’m sure he just couldn’t find his clothes. You stay dressed.” The girl had taken her top off and dropped it to the floor, but she returned to her seat.

“Can I have some more raspberries,” she asked.

“No, you’ve had enough. Save some for Kevin, and Jondo.”

The girl pouted, and slumped her head against her arm stretched out on the table. The teen filled his bowl with cereal, covered it in raspberries, and poured milk over it. Jondo sniffed it, then watched Kelly take a raspberry from the tray in front of Kevin. The baby remained quiet but looked very sad. Jondo took a raspberry from his bowl, and put it in the baby’s mouth. Kelly took another, from the tray, and Jondo put another in the baby’s mouth. Eventually, Kelly stopped taking raspberries.

“Aren’t you hungry?” the teen asked Jondo. “It tastes really good.”

He nodded, and smiled, at her, thinking she was not as beautiful as the woman, but he liked the way she looked at him, as though she didn’t mind him forgetting things.

She took his spoon, dipped it into his cereal, and held it to his mouth. “Try it.”

Jondo knew he was supposed to open his mouth, so he did, and ate the cereal. She did this a few more times until he didn’t like it any more, and closed his mouth tight. She tried to get him to open his mouth, but he refused, preferring to feed his raspberries to the baby, then the girl, then the baby again, until they were gone.

The woman told the teen to take the girl and the baby to brush their teeth and get dressed, while she cleared the table. As she moved about the kitchen, he detected a wonderful scent from her that wasn’t at all like breakfast. He felt the thing between his legs, his migy dember, grow. Eventually, she sat down across from him. “Jondo,” she said, “What do you do, for a living, I mean?”

He knew the answer to the this question, and he offered it readily. “I play.”

“Oh, so you don’t have to work?” she asked.

“I play,” he said again.

“All the time?” she asked.

“It takes all day to play,” he said.

“Oh,” she mused. “And where do you live?”

Not knowing the answer to questions he felt he should know the answer to always made him uncomfortable, which caused him to shrug and turn away.

“I don’t mean to pry, Jondo,” she said. “But we have been fairly… intimate, and I just wondered if you are going to be around for a while, of if you will be leaving soon?”

He wasn’t sure where he would go if he left, and he enjoyed the soft way the woman, the teen, and the girl looked at him. And they didn’t yell at him when he didn’t put on clothes. “I like the way it smells here,” he said.

The woman seemed a little confused, then asked, “Do you… like me?”

“Oh, yes” he said. “I like you very much.”

This made her smile in what Jondo thought was an odd, shy way. Then she reached across the table for his neck, which made her big mounds of flesh fall out of her bathrobe onto the table, and she pulled him to her and pressed her lips against his. They were warm and soft, and he enjoyed the feeling of them, especially when she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He smiled when she stopped, stood and dropped her bathrobe. “Let’s hurry,” she said, “before the kids come down.”

Jondo could tell she wanted him to do something, but he was not at all sure what. She signaled for him to come to her, so he stood and she pulled him toward her as she backed into the refrigerator. She grabbed the stiff thing between his legs and pressed it into a warm spot between her legs, and pulled him into her. He couldn’t tell exactly what was happening down there, but it was hot and wet, and he found that if he pushed in and out it felt really good. She made noises when he pushed it in that sounded like it might hurt, which confused him, but she kept pulling his butt with her hands, so he kept thrusting into her. In a short time, she squeezed her arms around his neck really hard, and made a loud noise in his ear, and kissed him lots of times.

“Did it hurt?” he asked as she panted in his ear.

“Oh, no, Jondo. You made me shudder with joy.”

That sounded like a very good thing, and Jondo was glad he had made her feel good.

“I want you to come inside me,” she said. “I want you to fill me up with your come. I want to feel it pulsing in me like before. Fuck me, Jondo, Fuck me like the slut I am.”

The word had an instant affect on him, making him thrust harder and faster. He didn’t know why, but it was like the word charged him up, and he wanted to release the charge into the beautiful woman with the mounds of flesh dripping milk against his chest. She whispered the word in his ear, over and over until he felt the stiff thing discharge, and slowly grow soft as he thrust more slowly, until the desire to thrust left him. The beautiful woman kept kissing him and whispering, “I love the way you do me, Jondo.”

25

Kelly watched as Jondo held her mother up against the refrigerator and pushed his hips at her. She could hear her mother saying the bad word in his ear. She wondered why she wasn’t tied up like she was before when they did the fuck.

When her mother stopped kissing him, and noticed the three of them standing there, she said, “Oh, shit.”

“When do I get my turn to do the fuck?” Kelly asked.

Jondo stepped away from her mother and turned to Kelly. His cock was droopy and wet looking. She wanted to look at it more closely, but she could tell her mother was going to get mad, so she remained standing at the entrance to the kitchen with Mandy and Kevin. Her mother picked up her bathrobe and slipped it on, saying, “Kelly, you are too young for that, do you hear? That’s for grownups.”

“Mandy gets to do it, and she’s not a grown up,” she replied.

“Fine, you can do it when you are Mandy’s age, but not now.”

“It’s not fair,” she said as her mother took the baby and sat down to nurse him. “Can I suck on your other booby?”

“No!” she said angrily. “The milk is for Kevin.”

This made Kelly very mad at Kevin, and she wanted to bite his penis so he would cry.

“Mandy,” her mother said, “Why don’t you take Jondo upstairs, show him where he can get cleaned up. There’s a razor and new toothbrush in the drawer. I folded his clothes and put them on the dresser.”

“Can I help?” Kelly asked.

“No, you stay with me. When he’s done feeding you can play with your brother for a while.”

Kelly watched as Mandy led Jondo away. It wasn’t fair Mandy was going to get to play with Jondo, and she had to play with Kevin.

When she was done feeding him, her mother spread a blanket on the floor of the family room, placed Kevin in the middle, and pushed a basket of toys near him. She told Kelly to play with him while she read a magazine. All Kevin could do was crawl around, and pull himself up to the coffee table though, so he wasn’t at all fun to play with. Rufus joined them, sniffed at Kevin’s diaper, then curled up at her mother’s feet.

Kelly wanted to play with Jondo, and have him read to her. She thought about Mandy getting to be alone with him, and how unfair it was that Mandy got to be tied up and do the fuck, but she didn’t. She thought she could be doing the fuck right now if she didn’t have to be with Kevin. Kevin ruins everything.

Kevin had pulled himself up to the table, and taken one step toward Kelly, and stood there on his own, looking at her. Kelly looked to see if her mother was watching, saw she was engrossed in a magazine, and threw one of his stuffed toys at Kevin, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Be nice, Kelly” her mother said, still not looking at the two, and Kelly stuck her tongue out at Kevin.

After they had played a while, Jondo and Mandy came into the family room hand in hand. He was dressed neatly in a polo shirt and a pair of pants that Kelly thought might be her dad’s, because the loose material around the waist was cinched up with an oversized belt, and they were gray, instead of brown like yesterday.

Mandy, however was naked, smeared with lipstick, and her hair was mussed. Barbara looked up, and with wonder in her voice, said, “Again?”

Mandy shrugged without saying anything, and sat down next to Kelly’s mother. Jondo sat down near Kevin, and Kelly moved closer to Mandy and her mother so she could hear what they said about Jondo.

“We took a shower, and he let me shave him,” Mandy said. “Then he found the book, and he… ” Mandy looked like she had done a bad thing, and said, “He hung me from the bathroom door, with my feet just barely touching the ground. It took him a long time to find the hole, but it was… indescribable.” Mandy rubbed her wrists together, and Kelly could see they were red. Then she pressed them between her naked knees, “I think I love him, Mrs. Bowles.”

Her mother dropped the magazine she was reading, put her arm around Mandy, and said, “That’s not love, Dear. That’s lust.”

“Is this what being married is like?” Mandy asked. “I mean, every time I’m near him, I want to… ”

“Fuck!” Kelly said, and giggled.

Her mother snapped, “Kelly, play with your brother, and don’t use that word.” Kelly made a face, which her mother didn’t see, because she was talking to Mandy. “Mandy, this is not love, and this is not what marriage is like. If it were, no one would ever get divorced.” Kelly watched her mother look at Jondo, who was tickling Kevin’s nose with a toy, and said, “I don’t know why, or how, but he is different. I want to do him every time I’m near him, too.”

“Are you sure it isn’t love? It’s really… strong.”

“If it were love, I would be jealous of you, and want to murder him for wanting to… do you. But I’m not. When I am near him, I don’t care who else he does, as long as he does me. I think it’s his scent.”

“What’s going to happen when he goes?” Mandy asked.

“Is Jondo leaving?” Kelly asked. Kelly was going to cry if Jondo left without her getting a turn to be tied up.

“No, Dear,” her mother answered. She turned to Mandy, “Kelly feels the same way. He just has that effect. He makes you forget what you are, that you have a life, and responsibilities. He’s like a drug.”

“A really good one,” Mandy said.

“He is hard all the time, he comes all the time, and he can make you come until you faint,” Barbara said. “He could make a fortune in the porn industry.”

Kelly didn’t want Jondo to go, and was annoyed he was still playing with Kevin. She stopped listening to her mother’s conversation, and sat next to him, and asked if he would read to her. When he took her in his lap, she smiled and stuck her tongue out at Kevin. She leaned back against Jondo’s chest and enjoyed his voice vibrating her back as he read.

Eventually, her mother announced she was going to get cleaned up, and asked Mandy to keep an eye on the three of them. Kelly watched Rufus follow her out of the room, and watched Mandy stretch out on the couch, and close her eyes. She hoped Kevin would crawl away.

She turned toward him and snuggled under Jondo’s arm. She sniffed his funny smell, and hung lightly on his neck, enjoying being close to him. After a while she found it hard to get comfortable, and she realized it was because his cock was getting big.

She looked to make sure that Mandy was asleep, then took off her pajama bottoms, undid Jondo’s belt, and unzipped his pants to let it out. It was big just like before when she had wanted to try putting it in her mouth like Mandy had. She kissed it first, remembering what Mandy had done, then licked it, and tried to put her mouth around it. Mandy was right, it was too big.

Kelly whispered for Jondo to stretch out on the floor, and sat on him pushing his cock against the part between her legs. She remembered when he had kissed her down there before, so she scooted up until she could sit on his face. It felt good if she sat right on his lips because he moved his tongue around.

After a while she moved back and tried to put it in her mouth again, stroking it like Mandy had. Jondo started bouncing up and down underneath her, which made her think he liked what she was doing, which made her want to do it more. Kevin started getting fussy, and making noises, which made Kelly mad because it might mean she would have to stop playing with Jondo if Mandy woke up.

She quickly got off Jondo, laid Kevin down, pulled down his diaper, and sucked his penis into her mouth. He made pleasant baby noises for awhile, and she gave him a toy, and returned to sit on Jondo, where she managed to get all of the tip of it into her mouth

She practiced getting it all in her mouth lots of times, a little farther each time, but it was so big. She liked doing it so much, though, that she kept trying to get it all the way in. Suddenly, she felt something squirt inside all over her tongue. She didn’t know what to do, so she swirled it around in her mouth to see how it tasted. When the squirting stopped, she pulled it out and swallowed the liquid. Kevin started to cry again, which woke up Mandy.

“Kelly,” Mandy exclaimed as she sat up on the couch. “What are you doing?”

“He peed in my mouth,” she said, still gulping the sticky liquid.

“That’s not pee, that’s cum, and don’t tell your mother, or we will both get in trouble.”

“He cummed in my mouth,” Kelly said.

Mandy lifted her off of Jondo’s lap as she complained, “But I want to sit on his cock and do the fuck.”

“No,” Mandy said. “We have to watch your brother.”

26

Barbara had showered and dressed before returning to the family room to find Kelly and Mandy sitting on either side of Jondo while he read one of Kelly’s books aloud. Kevin was on Mandy’s lap facing Jondo, all three as close to him as they could get. Even Rufus curled up close by seemed enthralled by Jondo’s words. The scene seemed so idyllic, it made Barbara think there might be a future for them all together. She knew it was impractical, just explaining who he was, and how he came to live with them would make people think she had gone crazy, but she entertained the idea fully for a while as she squeezed in next to them, and listened to the story.

It wasn’t long before all the snuggling and cuddling started to make the girls fidgety. Barbara recognized her own symptoms of arousal, and could see the same look in Mandy’s eyes. Even Kelly became restless and started touching various parts of Jondo, as though exploring him for the first time. She could see that it was just a matter of time before they all ended up in bed together, and if there was any lapse in Barbara’s attention, Kelly would find a way to get his dick inside her, too.

She could hardly blame the girl. Barbara marveled again at how compelling sex with Jondo was. She felt she understood addiction in a way she had never understood it before. It reminded her of something she had heard about crack cocaine; It’s so good, don’t even try it once. Jondo was that good.

When Jondo completed the story he closed the book, laid his head back, and closed his eyes. It took a minute for them to realize it, but he had fallen asleep. Barbara suddenly felt guilty that their libidinous desires had exhausted him, and had Mandy help get him up to the bedroom, where she tucked him in, and he immediately closed his eyes, and dozed off.

They left him there while they did chores around the house for the next couple of hours, but the girls peeked in on him constantly to see if he was awake. Barbara eventually told Mandy to put Kevin in the stroller, and take him and Kelly for a walk so they didn’t wake Jondo up.

A short time later there was a knock at the front door. Barbara looked through the door viewer and recognized Bob on the other side. She retrieved the gun from the closet, and opened the door.

Bob stood slightly stooped on the porch with not as much shame on his face as Barbara would have liked. He did look hung over, and was unshaven and disheveled. “You must have taken a fine looking mug shot,” she said. “Won’t your parents be pleased?” Her words had the intended effect, and he shrank a little more.

“You’ve, ah… changed the alarm,” he said.

“That’s because you don’t live here anymore, Bob.”

“Darryl said you were mad. I didn’t think you were that mad.”

“Oh, what was your calculation about just how mad I would be after having an affair with our neighbor? Mad enough to yell at you, mad enough to not have sex with you, mad enough to demand an expensive gift? If so, you have seriously underestimated my anger, Bob. I should say I am mad enough to divorce you, to hit you, quite possibly mad enough to shoot you. In anticipation of that possibility, I have this gun, see?” She pulled the gun from behind her back, and pointed it in Bob’s direction, which made him take a step back.

In his typically smug way, he smiled and said, “There are no bullets. I can see the cylinder is empty.”

Chagrinned, Barbara said, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to shoot you.”

“Look, I’m sorry about all this,” he said. “Why don’t I come inside, and let’s talk this out?”

“You want to talk? Talk to your lawyer.”

“Barbara, she means nothing to me.”

“I’m sure that’s true. The problem is we don’t mean anything to you either, otherwise you wouldn’t be fucking her.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How many times do I have to say it?” Bob put his foot on the threshold, “Can’t we just talk this out?”

Barbara pushed the barrel of the gun into his solar plexus, halting his progress, “Find a place to live, Bob. We’re through.”

“Well, can I at least get cleaned up, and get’s some clothes for work tomorrow?” He managed to evince a helpless look that made Barbara, against her better judgement, soften. “You can use the guest bathroom downstairs. I’ll pack you some clothes.”

When he was in the hall, Bob tried to engage her in a conversation about working on the marriage, but Barbara refused, and nudged him toward the bathroom with the gun. Upstairs, Jondo was still asleep on the bed, flat on his back, covered only by a sheet up to his waist. As she packed a suitcase, the sheet began to rise under Jondo’s erection, and then slipped down exposing the fat thing.

Barbara gathered clothes from the closet, taking pleasure in picking out a couple of suits, shirts and ties that could not look good together, no matter how they were combined. She enjoyed the thought of Bob’s cute secretary thinking he dressed like a clown. She also thought how nice it would be to have all of his closet space when he was gone. This precipitated a string of angry and hurt thoughts about his betrayal, and by the time she closed the suitcase she was crying.

Jondo’s sleeping erection had slumped, and laid like a fallen log on his thigh. She watched his muscled chest rise and fall, and the near smile on his lips. He looks like Kevin when he sleeps, she thought, like he hasn’t a care in the world. How could an adult be so relaxed?

“What the fuck?” Bob exclaimed. Barbara turned to see her husband standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. “You’ve been fucking someone else?”

Galled by his anger, Barbara yelled, “Why, yes. He has been fucking me silly ever since I found out you were fucking Mary Marshall.”

“How could you?” he said.

“I’ll tell you how,” she snapped. “First he tied me up and sucked on my tits. Then he licked me, jilled me off with a dildo, and then, when I was good and ready, he fucked me. And I came, Bob. I came a dozen times, more times than I have come with you in the last year. That’s how.”

It appeared to her that Bob had not heard what she had said, as he was staring at Jondo’s penis. “Damn! Look at the size of that thing?” he said.

“It’s a wonder, isn’t it? I can’t tell you how good it feels to have it inside me.”

Bob pointed his finger at her, wrenched his face into a snarl, and said, “You lousy bitch! I ought to kill you!”

Barbara had never heard that tone from Bob before, and it surprised and frightened her. When he took a step toward her, she picked the gun up from the bed, and said, “Keep away from me.”

He stopped long enough to smirk, saying, “An empty pistol isn’t going to stop me,” and continued toward her. Barbara kept pointing the gun in his direction, even without bullets it was the most potent weapon she had. As he neared, she closed her eyes, turned her head away, and pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot exploded in her ear. Bob clutched his head and yelled as he fell to the floor. Acrid smoke swirled around her and filled the room.

She nearly fainted when she realized she had tried to kill her husband, and sank to the bed, and watched him writhe on floor in pain. Jondo had awakened and moved to sit by her, and he also stared at Bob. “What’s the matter with him?” he asked.

Barbara regained some presence of mind, knelt beside Bob, and tried to assess the damage. He was yelling so loudly, she didn’t think he could be seriously hurt, but there was copious blood seeping through his hands covering his ear. When she yelled at him to shut up, and was able to pull his hands out of the way, she was relieved to see the bullet had only taken a small notch out of his ear. He continued to cry as though mortally wounded, and lay on the floor. Rufus had come into the bedroom, sniffed around, dropped the ball from his mouth and started licking the blood off Bob’s ear and hands. Barbara could feel Jondo leaning over her shoulder. She told him to hold her husband’s hands to keep them away from his ear, while she got up to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. When she returned, Jondo was sitting on his stomach, his limp dick on Bob’s naked chest, Bob’s wrists pinned to the ground. Bob said to him, “It’s you.” Then he turned to Barbara, “You’ve been fucking him?”

“His name is Jondo,” she said kneeling down next to his ear, and shooing away Rufus.

“Jondo?” Bob said. “Don’t you know– ” His sentence was cut short by his scream when Barbara poured alcohol on his ear. Jondo picked up Rufus’ ball, and shoved it into Bob’s open mouth, silencing him. “Shush,” he said. “You’ll wake the baby.”

The ear would never look the same, she decided. The 3/8 inch piece on the edge the bullet had carried away was bright pink and ragged. The bleeding had stopped, and there wasn’t much else that could be done, so she wrapped it in gauze. At least he was quiet with the pink rubber ball protruding from his mouth, but she didn’t trust that he wasn’t going to go after her again. She helped Jondo tie his hands behind his back, and sat him in the rocking chair, his towel having fallen away, and tied him to it securely.

“You’re a rotten piece of shit, Bob Bowles,” she said. “And that chunk out of your ear isn’t near enough punishment for threatening me and destroying my family.” As she considered what to do with him, she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him. Jondo sat beside her, and stared at Bob, too, as though he was trying to see what she saw. She resisted the urge to give in to her husband’s imploring eyes, reminding herself that he had been lying to her for at least a year. Jondo’s dick came to life as he rubbed up against her, and she enjoyed the devastated look in Bob’s eyes as he watched it grow.

She reached over and took it in her hand, keeping her eyes on Bob. His expression grew more pained, which made her feel better, so she began stroking Jondo with enthusiasm. Knowing Bob’s preferred sexual activity, she had Jondo stand up, and she got down on her knees and sucked him into her mouth. It was a monster, but she found she could accommodate more and more of it as her jaw loosened up. Bob’s dick always felt like a sharp stick in her mouth, but Jondo’s was more like a cucumber, a comparison which made her stop and giggle. “Impressive, isn’t it, Bob? And so satisfying. I can hardly wait until he shoots his wad in my mouth. I’ll bet it tastes great, too.”

Bob’s slump and downturned eyes reflected the success of her effort to belittle him. Barbara got up and sat Jondo on the bed, stood between his legs, and put her breast in his mouth. She moaned in an exaggerated way for Bob’s sake, but her acting seemed to actually increase the pleasure Jondo’s sucking gave her. When she traded positions and pushed Jondo to the floor on his knees, he didn’t seem to know what to do. “Use your tongue, Jondo, like you did before, and make me shudder with joy.” At first he just pressed his face into her, but eventually he started using his tongue.

Bob was trying to look away, but his eyes kept returning to the scene on the bed. Jondo was doing such a good job, she laid back and gave up her desire to see the effect on Bob of her enjoying another man. Jondo was a machine, and she knew he would continue until she told him she had shuddered with joy, and this helped her relax, and enjoy the orgasm that came a few minutes later. When she sat up, she said, “Cunnilingus, Bob. I like it, and Jondo likes doing it. Notice that he didn’t complain that it hurt his neck.”

She scooted back on the bed, fluffed up the pillow under her head, and signaled for Jondo to join her. “Now he is going to fuck me, Bob. I hope you are enjoying the show.” Jondo was rock hard, as he cuddled beside her, but again seemed to have no idea what to do. She maneuvered him between her legs, grabbed his dick, and shoved the tip inside her sloppy wet vagina, and pulled on his butt with both hands. “Oh, my God, that feels good. Fuck me, Jondo. Fuck me with that fat dick.”

He did, and as Barbara began to orgasm, she reached for the head board and hung on, as though her hands were tied above her head. Like before, the orgasms came every few minutes in rolling waves as Jondo pounded her with Rufus-like thrusts. He didn’t try to make her come, he just went after her. It was as if her body was tuned to his; he fit perfectly inside her, he moved at the perfect pace, and he even exuded the perfect scent as he sweat. Jondo was not her soul mate, but he might very well be her body mate.

Barbara was enjoying herself in a way she had never allowed herself to before, as though she deserved the multiple orgasms rippling through her, as though all her hard work of taking care of a family was finally being rewarded. Mandy was taking care of the kids, Bob was unable to make any demands on her, and for the first time since she could remember she thought only of herself.

Eventually, she grew limp under him, too exhausted to come any more, but still enjoying his arms wrapped around her in a mad desire. Jondo would look into her eyes her from time to time, sometimes as though he didn’t know her, and sometimes as though she was his entire world, and nothing else mattered to him. At those times, she felt more full, more complete, and more loved than she thought possible.

She began to sense an urgency on his part, and Barbara thought that meant Jondo was going to come. She could see Bob out of the corner of her eye, and considered stopping Jondo, swallowing his dick again, making him come in her mouth, and spitting it all in Bob’s face. Then she would let Rufus lick it off Bob’s pathetic, whimpering mug, and enjoy his humiliation. But Jondo came before she could put her plan into effect, twitching like he had been electrocuted, and then coming to rest on top of her. “Did you shudder with joy?” he asked.

“Yes, you sweet man. You made me shudder with joy.” She tried to kiss him, but he smiled and rolled into a comfortable position beside her, sucking her nipple into his mouth. As she slowly regained her composure, she glanced toward her husband, and said, “How’d you like that, Bob?” This was followed by her hearty laugh, and then, a heavy sigh.

“We’re back, Mrs. Bowles,” Mandy said, having appeared in the bedroom doorway holding onto Kelly’s hand. She paused to glance at the hole in the door about eye level made by the bullet. Her remaining words were delivered haltingly as she took in the bedroom scene. “Kevin fell asleep… on the walk, so I… put him down for his… nap.”

Barbara sat up quickly, trying to decide if she should be worried her daughter was seeing her father naked, tied up, and with a bandage on his ear. She didn’t want to explain she had just tried to kill him.

Kelly whined, “How come Daddy gets be tied up and do the fuck before me? You said it would be my turn next.”

Relieved her daughter had provided her own explanation, she said, “You were gone, Honey, and when Daddy saw how much fun it was to be tied up he couldn’t wait. Isn’t that right, Bob?”

Bob’s head dipped ever so slightly in the chair. Kelly and Mandy walked over to look at him more closely. Barbara could tell Mandy knew there was more to be said as she observed the gun on the floor near several blood stains, and asked, “What happened to his ear?”

Barbara said, “Someone hit him with their golf club and forgot to replace the divot.”

Kelly accepted the explanation, and seemed less concerned about his ear, than his semi erect penis protruding from his lap. She turned to look at Jondo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with Barbara, then back to her father. “When’s it going to be my turn?” she asked.

“When I say so,” Barbara said. “Now you run along. I need to talk to your father.” Kelly trudged out of the room unhappily.

“Barbara, he doesn’t look so good,” Mandy said. “Should we untie him?”

“I do’t think so,” she said. “He was being real asshole, and I’m not sure he has learned his lesson.”

“Can we at least take the ball out of his mouth,” she asked. Barbara shrugged, and Mandy pulled the sopping wet ball from his mouth.

Bob worked his jaw around several times before saying to Mandy, “You skinny little snitch. I’m going to tell your mother everything, and you’ll be lucky if she lets you go to school, much less babysit– ”

“See what I mean?” Barbara said. She stood, took the ball from Mandy, pointed it at Bob, and said, “Shut up, or I will make you eat this.” Bob fell quiet, then mumbled unintelligibly for a few seconds.

“What are we going to do with him?” Mandy asked.

“I almost killed him, once. Maybe I should finish the job?”

Mandy trembled, saying. “That’s so harsh.”

“I was kidding,” Barbara said, trying to ease the teenager’s worried look. “Sort of.” She sat on the bed again. “Maybe we could trade with who ever Jondo belongs to.”

“No one would want to trade Jondo,” Mandy said.

Bob’s head jerked up, his face full of frustration. “Why do you keep calling him Jondo?”

“That’s his name,” Barbara said. “Why else?”

Still snarling, Bob said, “His name isn’t Jondo.” Barbara and Mandy looked at each other, then at Bob, trying to understand.

“You don’t know?” Bob said. “You don’t recognize him?”

“What do you mean?” Barbara asked.

“His name is Roger Morris. The golf pro?” Bob took a breath, sat up slightly in his chair, and continued. “He won the last five majors tournaments he played in? No one has ever won five consecutive tournaments before.”

“Oh,” Barbara responded, glancing at Jondo, and trying to reconcile what she knew of Jondo with what she knew of golfers. “Why would I know a pro golfer?”

“Ex-pro golfer,” Bob said. “And after this weekend, everybody in the fucking world knows who he is. Haven’t you been watching the news?”

When Barbara shook her head, Bob said, “He was at Stanford Hospital, but he wandered off. The whole state is looking for him.”

Again, Barbara and Mandy looked at each other, then returned to Bob. “Why?”

“Because he was supposed to get surgery.”

Jondo seemed very curious, too, as Barbara asked, “Surgery? For what?”

Bob seemed happy to have something over the two women as he continued. “A brain tumor. He got whacky, and had to stop playing a year ago. They thought the surgery was too risky, but they finally decided to do it anyway, then he ran a way from the hospital. They have been looking for him since Friday.”

Barbara turned to the man sitting beside her on the bed, “Jondo? Is this true? Are you Roger Morris?”

“I don’t think so,” he said. “They always call me Jondo.”

“Don’t you see?” Bob said. “It’s not Jondo, it’s John Doe. He’s been running off all the time, lately. If they didn’t recognize him when they found him, they called him John Doe.”

“Oh my God,” Mandy said. “What shall we do?”

“Untie him,” Barbara said. She grabbed some clothes and put them on hurriedly while Mandy undid the ropes lashing Bob to the chair.

“They have a whole team of doctors waiting to do the surgery,” Bob said, standing up and stretching. “Call an ambulance.”

Barbara grabbed Jondo’s pants, and said to Mandy, “Help me get him dressed. We’ll take him ourselves. It’ll be faster.”

Jondo had taken on some of the worried look of the women, and pulled on his pants and shirt.

To Bob, Barbara said. “You stay with Kevin.”

“What?” he shrieked. “What am I supposed to do with him if he wakes up and cries? Which he will, because he always does.”

“Barbara grabbed Jondo’s arm and directed him out of the bedroom, turning long enough to say to Bob, “You wanted that baby, so you had better learn to take care of him, because when we are divorced, he’s all yours.”

“What the fuck has happened to you?” he said as they left.

Halfway down the stairs, as Kelly fell in behind Mandy and Jondo, Barbara said, “You wouldn’t understand.”

27

Barbara walked ahead of Jondo through the doors of the emergency room. Mandy held one of his hands, and Kelly the other.

“Terrible smells,” he said, twisting his face as they approached the nurses station. He turned to leave, but Mandy and Kelly turned him back, and stood close to keep him from walking out.

The four readily caught the attention of a thick woman behind the desk. “Hello,” Barbara said. “This is Roger Morris. I understand you have been looking for him?” The nurse picked up the phone, told someone he had been found, then told Barbara someone would be with them shortly, and to not let him get away.

A few minutes later, a worried looking woman, very smartly dressed, attractive, burst through a set of double doors, quickly located Jondo, and said, “Thank God, Roger, you’re here. We’ve been worried sick.” She hugged him warmly, which caused Kelly and Mandy to back away.

He allowed the woman to hug him, but didn’t physically respond, and when she was done said, “Hello, I’m Jondo.”

“It’s me, Roger,” the woman declared. “Vivian? Are you okay? The doctor says you don’t eat and get dehydrated when you wander off, but you look okay.” She turned to Barbara, and gave her a look Barbara had seen many times before when encountering a woman who was worried she was after her man. “And you are?”

“Barbara Bowles,” she said, telling herself she shouldn’t be surprised there was a beautiful woman waiting for him. “And this is Mandy and Kelly.”

“Vivian Falwell. I’m Roger’s fiancee. Where did you find him?” she asked.

Barbara stammered at first, then managed to say, “He just showed up at the house. He said his name was Jond– John. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize him. I don’t watch much TV. My husband knew right away, though, and we brought him here as soon as we could.”

“He’s been gone since yesterday,” she said to Barbara. “What have you been doing, Roger?”

“I climbed a tree,” he said, as though quite proud of himself.

Vivian looked at him askance, “Oh, you’ve gotten worse, haven’t you, Roger dear?” Then she returned her attention to Barbara. “Thank you for bringing him back. As you can imagine, we were very concerned. Tell me, Mrs. Bowles, how was he with you?”

“He was a– fine. No problem at all.”

“You see,” she explained, “when I met him he had a reputation as a– well, there is no other way to put it, a womanizer. Some said a misogynist. Then he began to mellow, I thought it was my good influence on him, and gradually he became, well, quite– different. I was very pleased until, he became a little too different, as a result of the tumor, of course.

“What kind of tumor is it?” Barbara asked.

“It is in the right lobe of something call the orbitofrontal cortex. The doctor says it affects judgment, impulse control and social behavior. And smell. He can smell a flower a mile away.

“Yes, I noticed that,” Barbara said.

“So,” Vivian continued cautiously. “He treated you and your family well?”

Barbara nodded, “Yes, very well.”

“Good!” she said, sounding very surprised. “Then we won’t be expecting any unpleasantness, of a legal nature, that is?”

“Ahh, no,” Barbara said.

“I am relieved,” she said. “You see, before all this he was such a… a difficult man. And when he ran off, the police said he had been spotted wandering into houses and taking things. He took a gun from one place. The owner said it wasn’t loaded, but you never know.” She looked carefully at the three of them, and Barbara was suddenly aware they were all wearing the same bright red lipstick. “Are you sure he didn’t do anything… inappropriate?”

“He read stories to my daughter,” Barbara said. “Didn’t he, Kelly?”

“We had a play date,” Kelly said. “He cummed in my– ” Mandy slapped a hand over Kelly’s mouth, and finished the sentence for her. “He combed her hair,” she said.

“I’m so glad to hear it,” Vivian replied, not quite convinced.

A young nurse joined them, and said, “They’re ready for him.” To Roger, she said, “Would you like to come with me, Mr. Morris?”

“Hello, I’m Jondo,” he said to her. “There are bad smells here.”

Kelly asked, “Mommy, what are they going to do to him?”

“They’re going to try to make him better, Honey.”

Kelly broke from Mandy’s grasp and lunged at him, throwing her arms around his legs. “I don’t want him to go.” Jondo picked her up, and she put her arms around his neck, and her head on his shoulder. “Can we adopt him?” she asked.

Barbara had to pry Kelly away from him, and took her into her own arms. “We have to let him go so he will get better.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Kelly asked.

“I’ll explain later, Honey.” Mandy took advantage of the silent stare between Vivian and Barbara, and gave Jondo her own hug.

“I like you very much,” Jondo said to her. Mandy looked embarrassed as she released him and took Kelly from her mother, leaving Barbara and Vivian staring at each other awkwardly. Barbara hesitated, then gave Jondo a hug, trying to make it meaningful to Jondo, yet seem perfunctory to Vivian.

Jondo then allowed the nurse to lead him away. As they reached the door, he said to the nurse “You smell good. Do you think we could have a play date?” He dug around in his pocket, drawing attention to the obvious outward bulge in front, and said, “I have something for your lips.” Her response was lost as the double doors swung after them.

“Is he going to be alright?,” Barbara asked Vivian.

“We just have to hope for the best,” she said.

“Will we be able to visit him… after the surgery?” Barbara asked.

Vivian smiled politely, “They’re not sure he will recognize anyone after. They’re not even sure he will survive. They’re not sure of anything.”

28

Barbara and Mandy nursed a few tears, but were mostly silent as they began the ride home. Kelly stared vacantly out of the window of the SUV. Through the rearview mirror, Barbara could see Kelly’s eyes shutter a few times, then close.

As Barbara drove, she began doing what she had done all of her adult life when faced with an important decision: to reason, to consider the consequences, to deliberately choose. The exact opposite of what she had done at every turn since Jondo arrived. She had lost herself to whatever it was about Jondo that had turned her brain off. As a result of her lapse, her babysitter was destined to become a sexual plaything for men on a power trip, her daughter possessed a mind warping knowledge that could not be forgotten, her husband had been exposed as a liar and a cheat, her marriage vows had been shredded, and most importantly, Barbara had discovered she was nothing like the person she thought she was. It was time, she decided, to crawl out of the rabbit hole.

“I’ve made a decision,” Barbara declared. “We have to go back.”

“You mean home?” Mandy said.

“No, I mean we have to go back to the way we were before this weekend, to the way we were before Jondo.”

Still puzzled, Mandy asked, “What do you mean?”

“Our time with Jondo was an aberration, a once-in-a-lifetime event, and he is gone forever.”

“Maybe he will be okay after the surgery,” Mandy replied, her hopeful words unconvincing.

“Even if he is, he will never be like he was with us again. You heard her. He was different before the tumor, a real bastard who used women for his own pleasure. That’s not the Jondo we knew. We knew him with the tumor. Without it, he won’t be the same. No, we have to let go of him, and go back to the way we were.”

“There must be someone else out there like him,” Mandy said. “Someone who can turn you on with his smell, do you all day, and make you come all the time. We could look for him, the two of us, together.”

“No,” Barbara snapped. “I was with a lot of guys before Bob, and believe me no other guy is going to even be close to Jondo. Just accept it. It’s like winning the lottery. You aren’t going to get that lucky twice. Remember him, but let him go.”

“So you’re not going to divorce Bob?” she asked.

“Of course not. I’ve got a family to raise, and he is a good provider.”

“What about the golf weekends, the drugs, and Mary Marshall?” Mandy asked.

Barbara had to push away the doubt Jondo’s attractiveness had raised, and the renewed anger she felt at Mandy's reminder to sound convincing. “We’ll work it out. I don’t know how, yet, but we will.”

“What about Mr. Bowles getting shot, and seeing you and Jondo together. I don’t think he is going to get over that.”

“That’s easy. If he tells, the whole world will know his wife shot him, tied him up, and then made him watch her get fucked by a famous golf pro. He would be the laughing stock of the club.”

“After all that has happened,” Mandy said, “you could really go back, to Mr. Bowles? I mean, he’s cute, but he is so mean.”

“We are all going back. I am going to be a good wife and mother. Kelly will be a good girl and a good big sister to Kevin, and you will be a normal high school sophomore and a good babysitter.”

“Gee, Barbara,” Mandy said. “I don’t think I can go back to blow jobs once in a while with dorky guys my age.” Mandy twitched in her seat. “Not after Jondo.”

“Yes, you can, and you will. You are not going to become a fifteen year old pervert on my watch. Besides, I need you… straight… to set an example for Kelly, and to talk to once in a while about what we miss about Jondo, because no one else is going to understand.”

“Really?” Mandy smiled, “You need me?”

“Yes, I do. You know the most important things about me, things no one else knows, so I can tell you anything. You are my new best friend.”

“Okay, Mrs. Bowls.” Mandy said, reaching her hand across the center console and squeezing Barbara’s leg. “Whatever you say.”

29

Kelly’s eyes opened partially as she became aware of the conversation between Mandy and her mother. She thought about what her mother meant by going back to the way things were. She didn’t like that Jondo wasn’t going to be around any more, and that she wouldn’t get any more play dates with him. He was more fun than anyone to play with. Kelly especially didn’t like that she never got her turn to be tied up and do the fuck. That wasn’t fair. If it hadn’t been for Kevin, she would have got to do the fuck with Jondo, and shudder with joy just like Mommy and Mandy. Kevin ruins everything, and she didn’t want to be a good big sister to him. She wished Kevin would disappear.

Kelly knew Daddy didn’t like Kevin either. He never wants to watch him because he cries too much. She could show Daddy how to make him stop crying, and she thought he would like that. Then, maybe, he would read to her, and play with her. Maybe they could play the blind man’s bluff game. Then she could do the fuck with Daddy. Maybe Daddy would help her get rid of Kevin, and then she could have Mommy and Daddy all to herself.

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