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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 4
Junior's Hard-On
Junior worked on list of what he thought he'd need to set up Patty's
office. He got on the telephone to his `pal' in the biology
department and made his case for one of their new wizardly science
machines. At first it was like asking for a free ride on a space
shuttle until he mention Dr. Wentworth's interest. Immediately
everything changed and he was `invited' over to `pick out' what the
Professor might need. He was checking his list again when Dr.
Wentworth and Patty returned to his door.
"Oh hello again," Junior burst out, not wanting to be caught dreaming
for the third time in the day. "The Biology folks have offered up one
of their fancy new PCs for you but you may have to spend some time
smoozing the Dean with a chat about your Bio-Chem. training and what
kind of horrid experiments you're planning, but it looks like it's all
set. And I have a . . . ."
"My you have been busy!" Patty said to cut in. "But we have another
problem. I'd like to borrow you and your car for a while. I need to
do some shopping and don't have any transportation or any idea of
where to go!"
"As a favor to me, Junior," Dr. Wentworth added. "I don't have time
right now and Patty can't drive my stick shift Jeep. Be sure to put
it on your time card. It's sort of like an errand for me to help
settle in our new," and he turned to Patty, "colleague."
Junior's cock got hard again. `Well,' he thought, `we go for a car
ride all ready! I wonder if she knew the old I'm-new-here-and-we're-
lost-and-out-of-gas-on-this-lonely-road-way-out-in-the-country trick?'
Quickly back to business! "No problem Dr. Wentworth. I can go now, if
you want?"
"Yes, Junior," he replied. "It's a nice day and you could show her
around a little if you don't mind. I'd appreciate if she knew where
the post office and grocery stores are located."
"Can do, sir," Junior agreed. "Before we go, I should take a minute
to start the process of a name plate. The regular guy in maintenance
is out on vacation and I'm not so sure of the new guy. How do you
want it to read?"
"Name plate? I'm not sure what you mean Junior."
"For the door sir." Junior pointed to his own name plate he'd gotten
made just last week, mounted next to the door on the wood frame.
"Believe me, it's vital to get any mail, technical support, or
maintenance. The department secretary usually handles this kind of
thing, that's how important it is, but she's gone to Europe for the
summer. I can get it done but I need to know how you want it to read.
Just `Patty'? With a `y' or an `I'. Actually it can read anyway you
want it. There this guy over in the English Department with a death's
head after his name. That's because last year's seniors nicknamed him
Doctor Death after his mid-terms and they made special mention of him
in the year book."
Patty looked at Dr. Wentworth and muttered: "I . . . .ah . . . .I mean
. . . .that . . . ."
He looked at her and said: "You are a professional now and it should
be professional. I think Doctor is a good way to start."
"Really Bob?," Patty muttered with her hand at her throat, almost
choking back the word. "It's all kind of sudden!"
"NO, this is a good time to start. At the beginning! Right Junior?"
"Well, yes sir. The beginning is the best place to start! I agree!"
"OK, then. Doctor it is. Just use the normal `Dr.' Junior."
"Then what? Just a capital `P' or do you want Patty?"
Patty made an obvious gulp and said: "Patty! With a `y'."
"Right!" Junior wrote it down. Holding his pencil poised, he waited,
but no last name was said. He looked up at both of them and didn't
get it. Was there something he didn't know? Finally he asked
directly: "Don't you want a last name? It's going to be hard to get a
telephone without a last name, but I can do it. They'll think I'm
kind of weird though!"
Patty and the Professor suddenly looked at each other and realized
they'd never given me her last name.
"Wentworth" they said at almost the same time.
"Oh," Junior replied and started to write it down but stopped,
realized what he was writing, and looked up smiling. "Sure.
Wentworth." Junior had looked before but took the time to look again.
No wedding ring on her. "Right. Is this your sister Dr. Wentworth?
She can't be your daughter, right?"
They both burst out laughing and kept it up until Junior was getting
testy. "What's the big joke?" he demanded.
Patty got control first: "We're . . . .we . . . .ah . . . .ha! Ha!
Ha! That's so funny. No! No! I'm sorry. We don't mean to laugh at
you; we're just so used to this! Oh God! We don't ever learn . . .
.last year, remember? That airport cop thought I was a hooker . . .
.and then I didn't have any ID . . . .and they were gonna arrest us
both!"
Dr. Wentworth took his glasses off and wiped his eyes and blew his
nose into a handkerchief. He finally stopped laughing and took
Patty's left hand. "We're married and have been for nine years.
She's just never around here and doesn't have her ring on because it's
still packed."
Patty added: "It's a very expensive ring set and I never wore it at
school because of all the corrosive chemicals and never when I travel
because I just wouldn't forgive myself if I lost it or had it stolen."
The Professor explained further: "Most everyone here knows I'm married
but they've never met Patty because she's been in school most of the
time. During breaks we'd go away or I go to meet her in California.
If I don't leave town for a holiday, I end up working. We know we're
married and after nine years we assume that everyone else knows it
too. But it takes a moment like this to remind us of our situation."
Dr. Wentworth looked at his wife and laughed: "Let's get that damn ring
and cement it to your finger!"
With that they started laughing again, with Junior joining in this
time. After they calmed down a bit, Junior suggested: "How about
Mrs. Dr. Wentworth!"
With a hoot, they got the giggles again.
Patty got control and said: "No, just Dr. Patty Wentworth. With a
`y'!"
"OK, I've got it now. Let me call it in and I'll meet you over at Dr.
Wentworth's other office!" Junior laughed at them. "Get your things
and we'll get going."
Junior made the call and locked up before he escorted Dr. Patty
Wentworth to his car. `This might be very interesting. I've heard
about `California' Marriages and the 'California' lifestyle. This
could be really sweet!'
As he left the Chem. building, Junior's head was whirling with his
images of a `California' marriage, but he remembered his social
graces: "Dr. Wentworth, I apologize in advance for my car. It's old
but reliable. Three things I insist upon: 1) seat belts on at all
times,2) no drinking, and 3) No smoking. The seat covers are torn and
the paint is getting blotchy, but the engine is great, the heater
works, and the radio picks up everything, as long as it's AM!"
"OK Junior, I like your rules. I have only one: don't call me Dr.
Wentworth!"
Junior helped her with her door and closed it firmly as she said
"Thank you Junior."
He replied with "Your welcome Mrs. Wentworth."
"Rule number two," she stated as her got in the driver's side, "Don't
call me Mrs. Wentworth! Two weeks ago I was cleaning test tubes just
like you. Don't make me feel like an old woman so soon. Why don't
you try Patty? Huh, wise guy!" she slapped him playfully on the
thigh.
`Ah Ha!' thought Junior, 'I haven't even started the car and all ready
she can't keep her hands off of me!'
Teasing her along some more he asked: "Is that: Patty with a `y' or an
`i'?"
She broke out giggling and swatted his leg again. Junior's cock
pulsed with more blood as he stared at her chest while she was busy
laughing. Junior started the car and slowly drove her around campus;
most campus streets were usually closed but were open during the
summer session. Then down Frat row and thru a couple of the nicer
parts of town. Junior kept up a running chatter of tour guide stuff,
pausing only when, after pointing out something to the right rear of
the car, she twisted about to see and her skirt rose up to flash some
nicely tanned thigh to him. Junior recovered nicely each time but
his cock grew harder and harder. Being the randy guy he is, he never
wore underwear and had his slacks made especially for him by a gay guy
with the proper skills to ensure that any hard cocks always showed `a
good basket'.
Junior showed her the post office and the grocery stores. He even let
her out at the chamber of commerce booth so she could get a town map
and he could watch her rolling, twitching ass. When she got back in
the car, she flashed him some more thigh and then, whether accidental
or not, she dropped her maps and brochures she'd picked up onto the
car floor. As she bent over to retrieve them, Junior saw down her
gaping dress that her tits were very fine indeed. She took a lot of
time down there and by the time she was through, Junior was throbbing-
cock hard. As she settled back and adjusted her seat belt, he was
sure now that her nipples were as erect and stiff as much as his cock!
"Well, where do you want to go now?" Junior inquired. He had a few
suggestions, but thought they might be just a little too lewd for the
wife of his academic sponsor.
"I hope you have some idea about where to go around here because I
don't," she replied. "I need to get some clothes and personal
items. Is there a fancy ladies shop or someplace the non-college
women shop?"
"There's a K-Mart strip mall and a Wal-Mart, but you probable want
something nicer. The big regional mall is about 40 miles north. Is
that what you mean? No, I can tell that's not what you mean. Let me
go ask in the Chamber. I'll be right back."
Junior went into the booth and got directions to an exclusive small
nook of shops over near the country club. He'd never been there, but
the woman in the C of C booth said that `Ladies with Discrimination'
went there from `all over these parts'.
He drove over to the classy neighborhood and found the neatly
disguised, nicely hidden, complex of stores. There were about nine of
them and, excepting the men's tailor shop and the wine and cheese
shop, all were exclusive fashionable women's stores. Valet parking
was available, but Junior didn't trust his precious chariot to anyone.
He dropped her off and parked at the back of the lot between a BMW
convertible and a Rolls Royce. He trotted across the lot and caught
up to her as she eyed the discreet sign board that listed the various
shops.
"Oh my! This is just perfect. Yes! I know three of these stores. I
didn't know they were chains; I am quite surprised that they're even
here at all! Good work, Junior. This is exactly what I needed. Oh!
I'm so happy!"
Suddenly she perched on her toes and kissed Junior lightly on the
cheek. She grabbed his arm and helped him escort her down the
courtyard to the shops.
He pulled back and murmured: "That's OK, I'll just wait out here on
the bench while you do your thing." He never went shopping with Mom
or Sis. They spent hours and hours on simple things like shoes or
nail polish. Besides his cock was still hard and, even if Patty
didn't notice, he didn't want to parade it around in front of all the
shop clerks. Besides, his cheek still burned where she and kissed
him. He just wanted to be left alone so he could re-live it in his
mind for a while.
"Oh no you don't buddy! You're going to enjoy this right along with
me. I don't want to have to get nasty, but I'm not going into any of
these places without you."
She looked up and batted her eyelashes on those deep brown eyes,
pushed her tits into Junior, pouted her lips, and said in her best shy
girl voice: "Sweetie, my champion chariot driver, my palsee-walsee
from the big University, if you don't escort me I just don't know what
I'm going to do! I mean, a simple farm girl with all these wicked
shopkeepers, why they'll all take advantage of me and leave me
homesick and destitute."
Then she worked her big tits up Junior's chest and husked into his
ear: "Darling, that's a lovely hard-on that I gave you with all those
flashes of leg and views of my tits, but if you ever want to see any
of me again, you'll know what's the right thing for you to do now.
Mister, let me put it another way, it could be a long, long, summer
for you in that little office with Dr. Wentworth, the ice-queen bitch!
I've had a long four years of being dumped on in the Bio labs and it
will get very unpleasant as I remember all the shitty tricks pulled on
me so I can share them with you!"
She kissed his ear lobe gently, dropped back down off her tip toes,
smiled sweetly again, and looked him in the eye. Holding the front of
his shirt, lest he pull back, Patty cooed softly to him: "See, nobody
here knows me. My nipples are poking out a mile thanks to you and I
haven't got on a stitch of underwear. These women in there are going
to treat me like yesterday's dog poop unless you come with me and
distract them," dropping one hand to his crotch and pumping his hard
on a couple of times, "with this beautiful big cock you got! Just
come in with me, smile a lot, and act aloof. Play along and I'll make
sure to keep your cock hard and your active sexy dreams going in
overdrive!"
Junior hadn't just fallen off the turnip truck and got the message
loud and clear. He offered her his arm and bowed slightly, "Ma'am,
may I escort you?"
"Why, I do declare, now here's a fine gentleman!" she replied in her
best Gone with the Wind imitation. "Yes, I do believe that your
assistance would be most kind."
Together the headed back to a fine dress shop. Since he'd never been
in a real ladies dress shop before, a real education was to take
place. When greeted at the door by a low level shop girl, Patty
introduced herself as the wife of THE Doctor Robert Wentworth of the
University and could she speak to the proprietor please?
After a polite "Yes, of course ma'am! the girl scurried away to get
the person in charge. Patty watched her leave and reached down to
pump his hard-on thru his pants while she whispered: "Your doing
great. Just follow my lead. Mostly stay quiet and think about how
nice it might feel to have me try and deep throat your meaty cock!"
Junior did just what he was told. He smiled and flexed his again
stiff prick as he thought how sweet his dick would feel between her
sexy lips.
The lady in charge appeared smiling, with eyes wide open, ready for a
big sale. Patty presented herself again and handed over one of her
husband's cards. "This fine fellow is a dear cousin of my husband's,
Mr. James Wentworth Preston, Jr. He's been kind enough to bring me to
your establishment. I've been away finishing my education and am
finally back to settle down with my husband. As you can see, my
trousseau has not yet arrived and I need to acquire some suitable
clothing so that I may be presentable to my husband and his colleagues
for entertaining, socializing, and that sort of thing. Do you have a
suitable dressing room where I may try on a few of your fine dresses
and model them for James?"
"Yes ma'am. Let me show you the way."
The hour was filled with "Yes Ma'am's" and "You look very smart, Mrs.
Wentworth." Patty had Ms. Smithson send her girl across to the
lingerie shop for several pairs of panties to help her judge the drape
of the dress material across her hips. When Mrs. Smithson suggested
that she might get a `brassiere' or two, Patty dismissed the idea with
a wave of a hand: "I always have my bosoms covered with only made-to-
fit custom designs; besides my husband loathes them. Do, however,
have your girl tell them I'll be over when I'm finished here to make
several necessary purchases at their establishment."
As soon as Mrs. Smithson went to send the girl across, Patty turned to
Junior and said: "You've been such a good boy, I told you I'd be nice
too!"
With that she shrugged her shoulders and dropped her sundress to the
floor of the dressing room. Junior's jaw dropped and his cock pulsed
as she posed sexily across the small room from where he sat. Turning,
she waved her ass at him and showed him her ass hole and shaved bare
pussy lips. She tossed her sundress behind a small modesty screen and
pulled on a silk dressing gown laid out for her use. She pulled it on
but didn't close it immediately and wiggled her hard tipped tits at
Junior.
"You like?" she mouthed at Junior.
He nodded and rubbed his now rock hard boner for her. She winked back
at him and pointed to her bare pussy, mouthing: "Right here baby.
Right here!"
Mrs. Smithson returned and Patty closed the robe around her just in
the nick of time. Junior don't know how Patty knew when it was safe
to flash him or how she knew if Mrs. Smithson was looking or not. She
got very serious when she started trying on the dresses and gowns.
One after another she modeled for Junior. He knew he was only
supposed to be a distraction, but she played to him all the way. When
the shop owner went to get another size or selection, Patty flashed
her tits at him or held her pussy open so he could see the wet inner
lips. Junior got tired of sitting and stood for a while; flexing his
cock in his show-off-the-basket slacks for Mrs. Smithson to see.
Mrs. Smithson did see and her hands shook noticeably when tucking a
bodice around Patty's ample chest. Patty giggled once when the
flustered Mrs. Smithson brought in three dresses that Patty had
already tried on. Pushing it to the limit, Patty asked Mrs. Smithson
if she had any refreshments.
"I can see that James is parched. Would you have any Champagne for us
to refresh ourselves?"
"Oh course. How thoughtless of me. Let me have Desiree bring it in.
I'll just be a moment."
When she left, Junior whispered, "She's a lesbian!"
"No! She'll drop her pants for either of us if only we'd ask. She's
all over me now and I'm glad you're here. She'd be nude, panting on
her knees if I was alone!"
The phone rang somewhere and Desiree appeared with a tray of glasses
and an open bottle of Champagne on ice. Junior rarely drank, but this
stuff was the real thing and he suddenly had a taste. Trying his
`aloof' air, he told the girl: "Please pour for us, would you
Desiree?"
Junior's raging hard-on focused his interest in this delightful little
girl. She had a nice set of tits on her slim body. She smiled
sweetly and carefully poured three glasses. Patty moved over to the
table and cornered the girl between the two of them. Patty was sexed-
up too and the near sheer gown the girl wore was a sexy sight to her.
Patty handed a glass to Jason and picked up another for herself.
"Won't you join us my dear?" she cooed in that soft slut voice of
hers.
Feeling surrounded and obviously smelling the sex odors in the air,
she got suddenly very shy: "Oh no, Ma'am! Mistress would be very
angry if I drank with her clients!"
Patty looked into Junior's eyes with more understanding than he'd
given her credit for and sighed: "Oh my, that's too bad. Well you run
along now," patting the girls bottom quickly. The girl smiled and
skipped out.
Patty and Junior clinked glasses and sipped a little. After a quiet
moment, Patty summed it up: "So Mrs Smithson is a slut and keeps
little girls as sex slaves. Oh, my, such a nice sleepy college town!"
Mrs. Smithson returned with a few more things, second rate stuff, and
Patty had seen enough.
"I think that will be enough for today." Patty said as she tossed down
her Champagne. "Wrap the ones over there and send them over to the
house. Just a minute James, let me get my sweet little sun dress back
on." With that Patty skinned out of her dressing gown, dropped it to
the floor, and walked behind the screen, showing only her backside to
Mrs. Smithson's shocked face. Junior hid his smirk behind his hand
and faked a cough. The shopkeeper quickly picked up the purchases and
hurried to the front counter to figure a bill.
Patty reappeared in her sundress and simple sandals, and took Junior's
arm and strolled out to the entrance of the shop. Junior opened the
door on que and paused momentarily while Patty dismissed Mrs.
Smithson's out stretched invoice with a curt: "Send the bill to my
husband. Either at the office or the house. Well, if you don't know
where we live look it up in the telephone book or call his office.
The number is on his card. Really, don't you have any common sense at
all? Yes, yes? Oh, well if you don't deliver, call a courier or send
it over in a taxi! These are small problems Mrs. Smithson. Really,
I'm surprised at you."
"But I will tell you this Mrs. Smithson, if you ever pinch my bottom
or tease my nipples again without my permission, you will have a BIG
problem! You understand me! The next time, you'll pick yourself off
the floor and start looking for your teeth. AND you'll find yourself
getting a mug shot at the police station without that pretty smile of
yours! Do you understand, Mrs. Smithson? DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Good!
Just follow my instructions and you can have a nice sale for your
books and stay in business for a long time to come. Oh, and Mrs.
Smithson, I've been a good customer of the home shop of this chain in
California, and I know the prices. Please don't think I'm stupid. If
you try to pad the bill with obscene prices I'll come back her and be
obscene with you! You catch my drift? Good! Thank you for your
service and good day!"
Junior guided her out and they crossed over to the lingerie shop.
Junior paused, turned her to look into her eyes, and asked: "You were
pretty intense there. Are you sure you're up to more shopping?"
He saw the fire in her eyes abate somewhat as she spit out: "That
fucking whore! Keeping that beautiful child as a sex slave! Damn!
I've been in town less than 24 hours and I'm ready to put that cunt
behind bars. You know, I didn't mind her touching me; it kinda turned
me on, with you there and all. But after I saw that sweet kid, I just
started to boil. If I didn't really need the clothes, I'd have walked
out of there and gone straight to the police. Wow! She really pissed
me off!"
Junior took her arm and steered her to a hidden corner and pulled her
to him and kissed her warmly. His cock had shrunk during the venom of
her diatribe against Mrs. Smithson. He took her hand and pushed it
to his deflated cock.
"Oh, you poor thing!" she exclaimed as she proceeded to jerk him
lustfully.
"Kiss me some more, that'll do it!" Junior beseeched her.
End Chapter 4
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
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